You promise me when it is settled that I may speak to you
[becomes suddenly nervous and embarrassed]--that I may speak to you--
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY [sweetly]. Yes--speak to me--
HORACE. Speak as--as you must know I want to speak--as I hardly dare--
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY [softly, her eyes upon the ground]. Ah, that shall
be when you please, dear friend.
HORACE [almost choked with gratitude]. Oh!
[He kisses her hand.]
[HAWCASTLE and LADY CREECH enter from the garden, LADY CREECH talking
excitedly.]
[ALMERIC enters through the gates.]
LADY CREECH. I tell you I couldn't hear a word they said, they mumbled
their words so. But upon my soul, Hawcastle, if I couldn't hear, didn't
I _see_ enough?
HAWCASTLE. Upon my soul, I believe you did.
ALMERIC. Quite a family pow-wow you're havin'.
HAWCASTLE. Is there anything unusual in the village?
ALMERIC. Ra-ther! Carabiniere all over the shop--still huntin' that
bandit feller.
LADY CREECH. Don't mumble your words!
ALMERIC [shouting]. Lookin' for a bally bandit.
[She screams faintly.]
HAWCASTLE. Be quiet!
ALMERIC. He's still in this neighborhood, they think.
LADY CREECH [to HAWCASTLE]. What did I tell you? Now, how long--
HAWCASTLE. You shall not repeat one word of what you saw. Almeric, find
your betrothed and ask her to come here.
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