Marquise. (Turning quickly to him.) You didn’t——?
Duc. On my word, no. You’ll ask me why not?
Marquise. Why not, indeed? It was unlike you, monsieur.
Duc. I thought of you—and behold, it became impossible. At the moment your image—— (Another great shout is heard.) Hum, they never get tired of the sight, it seems. (He glances at the Marquise, but she has not noticed the shout. He takes her hand and presses it gently.)
Marquise. Is it true? You ought to tell the truth now.
Duc. Now? (Laughs.) Ah, yes!
Marquise. Really true? (She draws her hand away sharply.)
Duc. You don’t believe me?
Marquise. Yes, I believe you. But—but how stupid you were, monsieur!
Duc. Eh?