THE DUKE AND f.a.n.n.y.

Are you mad?

FLAMBEAU.

We'll shut the trap.

THE DUKE.

But if they see you--!

f.a.n.n.y.

Vanish! This is frightful!

THE DUKE.

What will they say?

FLAMBEAU.

I'll tell you what they'll say--

MASKS.

[_Seeing_ FLAMBEAU.]

And this one! Oh! a veteran of the Empire!

FLAMBEAU.

[_To the_ DUKE.]

Well, there you are, you see! That's what they'll say.

MASKS.

Capital! Capital!

FLAMBEAU.

I take my ease.

A MASK.

[_To another._]

Come and admire the veteran!

THE OTHER.

First rate!

THIRD MASK.

Look at his earrings!

FOURTH MASK.

And his bushy eyebrows!

FLAMBEAU.

But how shall I get out without a cloak?

f.a.n.n.y.

Here's Gentz's ticket: such a handsome mantle.

A MASK.

Hail, Veteran!

FLAMBEAU.

The honor's mine.

[_The_ USHER _enters, followed by_ SERVANTS _who push on orange-trees, the boxes laid as tables._]

THE USHER.

Make room!

THE LACKEY.

[_Who took the_ DUKE'S _note._]

They understand, my Lord. The hunting-lodge.

f.a.n.n.y.

What's that?

THE DUKE.

I had forgotten. I gave orders-- I was to spend the night there. Warn the Countess.

Run! Run and say 'tis thither she must go!

[f.a.n.n.y _goes out quickly._]