_It is four o'clock in the afternoon. The shades of the windows are drawn down. There are rows and rows of camp-chairs filling the entire room._ _The curtain rises slowly. After a moment,_ JORDAN, _the butler, and_ LEONARD, _a footman, enter from the Left and begin to gather together and carry out the camp-chairs. They do this with very serious faces, and take great pains to step softly and to make no noise. They enter a second time for more chairs._ JORDAN. [_Whispers to_ LEONARD.] When are they coming for the chairs? LEONARD. [_Whispers back._] To-night. Say, it was fine, wasn't it! JORDAN. Grand! [_They go out with the chairs and immediately reenter for more. They are followed in this time by a lady's maid,_ TOMPSON; _she is not a young woman. As she crosses the room she stoops and picks up a faded flower which has fallen from some emblem. She goes to the window at Right, and peeps out. She turns around and looks at the others. They all speak in subdued voices._ TOMPSON. Jordan, what do you think--can we raise the shades now? JORDAN. Yes, of course--after they've left the house it's all over as far as we here are concerned. [_She raises both shades._ TOMPSON. Phew! what an odor of flowers! [_She opens one of the windows a little._ [MARIE, _a young, pretty, French woman, enters from the Right._ MARIE. Will I help you? TOMPSON. Just with this table, thank you, Marie. [_They begin to rearrange the room, putting it in its normal condition. They replace the table and put back the ornaments upon it._] Poor Mr. Hunter, and him so fond of mince pie. I shall never forget how that man ate mince pie. [_She sighs lugubriously and continues her labor with the room._ LEONARD. I hope as how it's not going to make any difference with us. JORDAN. [_Pompously._] Of course not; wasn't Mr. Hunter a millionnaire? TOMPSON. Some millionnaires I've known turned out poor as Job's turkey in their coffins! MARIE. What you say? You tink we shall 'ave some of madame's or ze young ladies' dresses? TOMPSON. [_Hopefully._] Perhaps. MARIE. I 'ave already made my choice. I like ze pale pink of Mees Jessie. LEONARD. Sh! I heard a carridge. TOMPSON. Then they're coming back. [MARIE _quickly goes out Right._ JORDAN. [_To_ LEONARD, _hurriedly, as he quickly goes out Left._] Take them last two chairs!