The Thirteenth Chair by Bayard Veiller
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have ever known.
(_Enter_ BUTLER _from door_ L., _coming well on stage_). BUTLER. Madame la Grange. (_Enter_ MADAME ROSALIE LA GRANGE. _She is a woman of about fifty. She speaks with a marked French accent_.) ROSALIE. Good evening everybody. (_The men all rise_.) MRS. CROSBY. How do you do, Madame la Grange? ROSALIE. I am well, I thank you, madame. MRS. CROSBY. Do come in. ROSALIE. Thank you, madame. (_She sees_ WALES L.C., _and goes to him_.) Good evening, Mister Wales. It was kind of you to send the motor-car for me. WALES. We wanted you to be comfortable. ROSALIE. And I was. (_She laughs and turns to_ MRS. CROSBY R.C.) Do you know, madame, when the gentleman in uniform come for me, I thought at first it was a policeman. MRS. CROSBY. I hope you weren't frightened. (_The positions now are_: ROSALIE C., CROSBY R. _end of chesterfield_ C. |
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