[Being Sir GEORGE ALEXANDER'S production of _The Attack_ at
the St. James's.]
SCENE--Alexandre Merital's _house_.
ACT I.
_Daniel Merital_. My father is a wonderful man. Leader of the Social
Party in the Chamber of Deputies, noted among his colleagues for his
absolute integrity, supported by the millionaire newspaper proprietor,
Frepeau, whose motives, between ourselves, are not altogether above--
Oh, are you there, Father? I didn't see you. I'm just off to play
tennis. [_Exit_.
_Enter_ Renee de Rould.
_Renee_. Mr. Merital, may I speak to you a moment?
_Georges Alexandre Merital (with, characteristic suavity_). Certainly.
_Renee_, I love you. Will you marry me?
_Merital (surprised_). Well, really--this is--I--you--we--er, he,
she, they--Frankly, you embarrass me. (_Apologetically_) This is my
embarrassed face.
_Renee_. But I thought you loved me. Don't you?
_Merital_. No. That is to say, yes. Or rather--
_Renee (tearfully_). I w-wish you could make it plainer whether you
d-do love me and are pretending you don't, or you d-don't love me and
are pretending you do. It's v-very unsettling for a young girl not to
know.
_Sir GEORGES ALEXANDRE (surprised and a little hurt_). Can't you tell
from my face?
_Miss MARTHA HEDMAN_. This is my first appearance in England, Sir
GEORGES.
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