BERTHA. And so we shall meet again, perhaps—some evening by street light, you mean?
AXEL. I didn't mean that—but à la bonne heure! That at least will be a free relation.
BERTHA. Yes, very free, especially for you.
AXEL. For you, too, but pleasanter for me.
BERTHA. That's a noble thought.
AXEL. Now, now—don't tear open the old wounds! We were talking about the supper. And we must not forget our guests. So! [Goes toward his room right.]
BERTHA. About the supper—yes, of course! That's what we were talking about.
[She flies toward her room left, stirred and agitated. They both go out. The scene is empty for a moment. Then the Misses Hall come in from the orchard.]
MISS AMÉLIE. How very dull it is here!
MISS THÉRÈSE. Insufferably stupid, and our hosts are not altogether polite.