[RIBIERE enters immediately after from the same direction.]
VASILI [in a loud, clear voice]. There will be no arrests to-night, my friends.
HAWCASTLE [violently, to ALMERIC]. Do as I say! This man [meaning VASILI] goes, too.
VASILI [curtly]. The officer is not there, the carabiniere have been withdrawn.
[To PIKE, gravely and rapidly.]
For your sake I have relinquished my incognito.
The man Ivanoff is in my custody.
[Illustration: “IVAN! DON’T KILL ME!”]
HAWCASTLE [violently]. By whose authority? Do you know that you are speaking to the Earl of Hawcastle?
RIBIERE [in a ringing voice, advancing a step].
More respectful, sir!
You are addressing his Highness, the Grand-Duke Vasili of Russia.
[HAWCASTLE falls back, stricken.]
PIKE [thunderstruck]. Respectful! Think of what I’ve been calling him!
VASILI. My friend, it has been refreshing. [To RIBIERE]. Ribiere, I shall take Ivanoff’s statement in writing. Bring him with you.
[VASILI turns on his heel, curtly, and passes rapidly out through the door on the right.]
[RIBIERE touches IVANOFF on shoulder, indicating that he must follow VASILI.]
[IVANOFF starts with RIBIERE; MADAME DE CHAMPIGNY shrinks back with a low exclamation of fear.]
IVANOFF [hoarsely to her]. I would not touch you—not even to strangle you!
[With outstretched hand, pointing to HAWCASTLE.]
But God will let me pay my debt to the Earl of Hawcastle!
[Goes rapidly out with RIBIERE.]
HAWCASTLE [choked with rage, advancing on PIKE]. Why, you—
PIKE [genially]. Oh! I hated to hand you this, my lord. I didn’t come over here to make the fine flower of Europe any more trouble than they’ve got. But I had to show John Simpson’s daughter.
[Movement from HORACE and ETHEL.]
And I reckon now she isn’t wanting any alliance
with the remnants of
Crecy and Agincourt.
ETHEL [tremulously, coming close to PIKE]. But I have no choice—I gave Almeric my promise when I thought it an honor to bear his name. Now that you have shown me it is a shame to bear it, the promise is only more sacred. The shame is not his fault. You—you—want me to be—honorable—don’t you?
PIKE [after a long stare at her, speaks in a feeble
voice, very slowly].
Your father—and mother—both—came—from Missouri, didn’t they?
THE FOURTH ACT
SCENE: The same as in Act I. The morning of the next day. Upon the steps leading to the hotel doors is a pile of bags, hat-boxes, and rugs.
As the curtain rises HAWCASTLE, in a travelling suit and cap, is directing a porter who is adjusting a strap on a travelling bag. ALMERIC enters from the hotel, smoking a cigarette.