Good-morning!
[Exit through the grove with a sprightly gait and a wave of his stick.]
[PIKE gazes after him, shaking his head with a half-admiring,
half-sardonic chuckle.]
[Enter ETHEL from the hotel. She wears a pretty morning dress and hat;
her face is very sad.]
ETHEL. I hear that Lord Hawcastle has left the hotel.
PIKE [dryly]. Yes; I saw him go.
ETHEL. He left very quickly?
PIKE. He did seem to be forgetting the scenery.
ETHEL [decidedly]. He was afraid of Ivanoff.
PIKE. I shouldn't be surprised. Ivanoff wants to thank you. May I bring
him?
ETHEL. Yes.
[PIKE goes off into the grove.]
[MARIANO and a file of servants enter from the hotel, form a line, and
bow profoundly as VASILI enters. They withdraw at a sign from him.]
ETHEL [making a deep curtsy]. Monseigneur!
VASILI [to ETHEL]. Not _you_! You see, I must fly to some place where an
incognito will be respected. If I stay here it will be--what you
call--fuss and feathers and revolutionary agents. I have come to make
my adieu to your guardian. Incognito or out of it, he is my very good
friend--no matter if he is an egoist.
ETHEL. An egoist! That is the last thing in the world he should be
called.
VASILI. Ah, so; what do you call him?
ETHEL. I? I call him--
[She begins bravely, but at a keen glance from him stops abruptly,
blushing.
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