JEANNE. [Submissively] I am only waiting for somebody who'll soon be here—
WATCHMAN. All right, but you're not allowed to pick any flowers.
JEANNE. [To MARION] Drop the flowers, dear.
ABBÉ. [Comes forward and is saluted by the WATCHMAN] Can't the child play with the flowers that have been thrown away?
WATCHMAN. The regulations don't permit anybody to touch even the flowers that have been thrown away, because it's believed they may spread infection—which I don't know if it's true.
ABBÉ. [To MARION] In that case we have to obey, of course. What's your name, my little girl?
MARION. My name is Marion.
ABBÉ. And who is your father?
(MARION begins to bite one of her fingers and does not answer.)
ABBÉ. Pardon my question, madame. I had no intention—I was just talking to keep the little one quiet.