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 [who has noticed nothing]. I have a brother's compliments to pay. [He, with the other guests, approaches, but starts involuntarily and steps back on looking at him.

What is the matter with you? You're a Janus With double face!

[smiling]. I cry, like old Montanus, The earth is flat, Messieurs;—my optics lied; Flat as a pancake—are you satisfied? [Goes quickly out to the right.

Refused!

Refused!

Hush, ladies, if you please!

[Goes across to

[to ].

Fancy, refused!

It cannot be!

It is!