BERTHA. No, he didn't come.
AXEL. It doesn't matter—I have looked over your accounts.
BERTHA. So, you've been spying in my book, have you?
AXEL. The household account-book is common property. You have entered false expenses and neglected to put down some of the income.
BERTHA. Can I help it if we are not taught bookkeeping at school?
AXEL. Nor are we. And as far as your bringing-up is concerned, you had things much better then I did; you went to a seminary, but I only went to a grade school.
BERTHA. It's not books that bring one up—
AXEL. No, it's the parents! But it's strange that they can't teach their daughters to be honorable—
BERTHA. Honorable! I wonder if the majority of criminals are not to be found among men?
AXEL. The majority of the punished, you should say; but of ninety-nine per cent. of criminal men one can ask with the judge, "Où est la femme?" But—to return to you. You have lied to me all the way through, and finally you have cheated me. For instance, you put down twenty francs for paints instead of for a twenty franc luncheon at Marguery.