LUCAS. Ah! Really? [With a bow.] Good-bye. [He goes out, AGNES
accompanying him to the door.]
GERTRUDE. [To herself.] Brute! [To AGNES.] Oh, I suppose Mr. Cleeve has
made me look precisely as I feel.
AGNES. How?
GERTRUDE. Like people deserve to feel who do godly, mean things.
[FORTUNE appears.]
FORTUNE. [To AGNES, significantly.] Mr. Cleeve 'as jus' gone out.
AGNES. Vous savez, n'est-ce pas?
FORTUNE. [Glancing at GERTRUDE.] But Madame is now engage.
GERTRUDE. [To AGNES.] Oh, I am going.
AGNES. [To GERTRUDE.] Wait. [Softly to her.] I want you to hear this
little comedy. Fortune shall repeat my instructions. [To FORTUNE.] Les
ordres que je vous ai donnes, repetez-les.