Because Marguerite really couldn't say anything on the actual weirdness of what was going on, she instead got the notes from her director before she pulled out her phone and sent a text to Lois about the insanity that was her husband and the fact that he was trying to direct someone to play, well, him. If she didn't do that, the chances of the actress saying something increased, best actress in Europe of her time or not. It really was something she had been concerned about when Percy insisted he wanted to watch the rehearsals. The fact that it was their life and not just a show for him. But between the medical issues and the attacks and general Lawrence insanity, his presence wasn't exactly unexpected.
Nate meanwhile simply listened to what Percy had to say. It made sense and wasn't really something he had considered. Yes, he had spent all this time missing his wife, well, Percy was. But given the three sides of Percival Blakeney which needed to be explored, going between all of them in one scene wasn't exactly easy. There were the glimmers of the love he felt for Marguerite in his act of insanity in earlier scenes, but this one, with no lines.
"Okay...."
And watching as he marched over to Marguerite, Nate tried not to choke at the look she gave him. Their dynamics were always entertaining, that much was certain.
Feeling her wrist grabbed as she was dragged back onstage, Marguerite just quirked a brow.
"Really, Percy? In front of an audience?"
The quip was spoken in French as she smirked and rolled her eyes ever so slightly. This would definitely be something. Reliving this scene as just that, a scene, and not in the emotionally charged air between them. Because for them it had been unknown and now they knew. Marguerite never had to even run the lines after skimming because it was still ingrained in her memory. But no matter.
"Where would you like to pick up from, mon cher directeur?" It wasn't exactly uncommon for Marguerite to tease Percy as such in front of the troupe. And well, he was being ridiculous.