Chambermaid—We have just lit the fire. The water will be warm in half an hour. [At a nod from Beatrice she exits at right.]
Beatrice—Is she to have these three rooms?
Symphorosa—Yes. This salon[Points to the right] and that one; the bedroom with the dressing room; and the bath. [Beatrice dries her eyes.]
Symphorosa—Don't cry, dear. The good Lord will help us.
Beatrice—Only He can help us now. When does Dominica arrive?
Symphorosa—Can't tell exactly. She is coming by motor.
Beatrice—If she had only come yesterday—even yesterday evening
Symphorosa—[Sighs.] Ah, yes. . . .
Beatrice—This beautiful summer day! And to think that it is the most tragic day of my life! Could you ever have believed that Maria Dominica would be on her way to ask my daughter's hand in marriage with her son . . . and I awaiting her in tears? [Weeps.]
Symphorosa—My dear! [Embraces her.]
Beatrice—How is Albert?
Symphorosa—He is asleep.
Beatrice—Fortunate man! And Alexandra?
Symphorosa—She came down at six, and went
