(ROSALIE _laughs_.)
What's the joke, Madame la Grange?
(MRS. TRENT _moves outside of circle to_ R.C., _then sits_.)
ROSALIE. I did not know anything could give to you a thrill.
MISS EASTWOOD. You don't like me, do you, Madame la Grange?
ROSALIE. Oh, mademoiselle, I am indeed very fond of you.
WALES (_standing below circle_ R.C.). I think we're all ready.
(_The others are all seated and_ WALES _is about to sit down_.)
MISS ERSKINE (_counting hurriedly_). Oh! There are thirteen of us. Don't
sit there, Mr. Wales.
WALES. Oh, I don't mind those little superstitions. (_Sits down stage
side of circle between_ HELEN _and_ MRS. TRENT.)
MRS. CROSBY. What do we do now?
ROSALIE. Now, will you please all join your 'ands, and then sit very,
_very_ quiet. Do not try to think of anything.
TRENT. By Jove, that'll be easy for me.
(_The others laugh_.)
WALES. We can't get any results if you treat this as a joke.
(_All laugh_.)
STANDISH. Oh, let's be serious.
MISS ERSKINE. Why, Howard?
STANDISH. Well, there might be something in it. Anyhow, it's only fair
to do what Madame la Grange wants. I suppose you'd like the lights out?
I've always understood that was necessary.
ROSALIE. We shall 'ave better results in that way.
CROSBY. Right! (_He rises, goes to door_ L.
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