PERCINET. [Hiding the bill] Nothing. [Aside] Now I see why the body was never found!
SYLVETTE. [Turning around to show PERCINET her dress] You've said nothing about my dress to-day?
PERCINET. [Preoccupied] Blue is not becoming. I always prefer you in pink.
SYLVETTE. [Aside] What is the matter? Can he have found out?
[She looks toward the table.] The bill? [She runs to the table.]
PERCINET. What are you looking for?
SYLVETTE. Nothing.—Now let me hear your poem.
PERCINET. No.
SYLVETTE. Please!
PERCINET. No.
SYLVETTE. But I want to hear it.