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LORD LOAM (warningly). Agatha--recitation!
(She tosses her head, but immediately finds a seat and tea for M.
FLEURY. TREHERNE and ERNEST move about, making themselves amiable.
LADY MARY is presiding at the tea-tray.)
CRICHTON. Mr. Rolleston.
LORD LOAM (shaking hands with his valet). How do you do, Rolleston?
(CATHERINE looks after the wants of ROLLESTON.)
CRICHTON. Mr. Tompsett.
(TOMPSETT, the coachman, is received with honours, from which he
shrinks.)
CRICHTON. Miss Fisher.
(This superb creature is no less than LADY MARY'S maid, and even
LORD LOAM is a little nervous.)
LORD LOAM. This is a pleasure, Miss Fisher.
ERNEST (unabashed). If I might venture, Miss Fisher (and he takes
her unto himself).
CRICHTON. Miss Simmons.
LORD LOAM (to CATHERINE'S maid). You are always welcome, Miss
Simmons.
ERNEST (perhaps to kindle jealousy in Miss FISHER). At last we meet.
Won't you sit down?
CRICHTON. Mademoiselle Jeanne.
LORD LOAM. Charmed to see you, Mademoiselle Jeanne.
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