Lionnette.
One never knows. The heart is so changeable. You see, this morning I did not love you; it is not five o'clock, and I love you. (She rings twice violently.)
Nourvady.
You are feverish; you, too....
Lionnette.
That will go off.... (To the Lady's Maid, who has entered) Bring me my things to go out.
Nourvady.
Is your husband in this house?
Lionnette.
Yes.