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HAWCASTLE [in extreme agitation]. It's a ghastly lie!
PIKE. You came for your answer. Here it is.
[Calls sharply.]
Ivanoff!
[IVANOFF appears in the doorway on the right. He advances, lifts both
clinched fists above MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY'S head.]
[MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY, with a shuddering cry, falls on her knees in an
attitude of fright and abasement.]
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY. Ivan!--oh, Mother of God!--Ivan! Don't kill me--
[IVANOFF shudders with weakness, trembles violently, collapses into
chair, she still at his feet. IVANOFF sobbing.]
HORACE [starting toward her in extreme agitation]. Helene!
PIKE [sternly to HORACE]. You keep back, she's his wife.
[Pointing to HAWCASTLE.]
And there stands his best friend!
HAWCASTLE. It's a lie! I never saw the man before in my life.
PIKE [grimly, with a gesture toward MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY]. The lady seems
to recognize him.
HAWCASTLE. Almeric, go for the police. Call them quickly!
[His voice loud and hoarse.]
MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY [springs to her feet, protesting]. No--no--I can't!
PIKE [with his hand on IVANOFF'S shoulder]. Call them in--we're ready.
[To ETHEL.]
But I want _you_ always to remember that I considered it cheap at the
price.
[ETHEL, in an agony of shame, turns from him. At same time MADAME DE
CHAMPIGNY, never taking her eyes from IVANOFF'S face, and showing great
fear, moves back near HAWCASTLE.
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