BUTLER. Mrs. Crosby, the person you sent the car for has arrived.

(_All turn eagerly toward him_.)

WALES (_rises and moves down_ L.C.). Can we see her now, Mrs. Crosby?

MRS. CROSBY. Certainly--Pollock, ask Madame la Grange if she will come
in, please.

BUTLER. Yes, madame.

(_He exits and closes the door after him_.)

MISS EASTWOOD (_coming down between the large table and the
chesterfield_). I'm perfectly thrilled. Do you suppose she expects to be
taken seriously?

MISS ERSKINE. Of course.

MISS EASTWOOD (_at table_ R.). How funny! If you don't laugh at her, we
can have no end of fun. I'll guy her terribly and she'll never know it.

MRS. CROSBY (_at table_ R.). Oh, I wouldn't do that, Mary. She may be
quite in earnest.

MISS EASTWOOD. Oh, I can't believe that. Madame la Grange! I can see her
now. Tall, black-haired creature, regular adventuress, see if she isn't.
Isn't she, Mr. Wales?

WALES (_in front of chesterfield_). She's the most remarkable woman I