Toulonnier. (Giving him his hand) It is merely what is due you; you may count on us! (He goes off)
General. (As he comes down to Paul) And what is the spirit of your Department,[3] my dear Sub-prefect? By Jove, you ought to know it, after three years!
Paul. Well, General, its spirit—why, it—the—its spirit—it hasn’t any!! (They go out at the back. As Suzanne passes the piano she runs her hand across the keys, making a terrible noise)
Mme. de Céran. (Severely to Suzanne) But, Su-zanne! What——!
Suzanne. (As if astonished) What is it, cousin?
Duchess. (Stopping her and looking into her face) What is the matter with you?
Suzanne. (With a nervous smile) Me? Oh, I am just amusing myself!
Duchess. What is the matter?
Suzanne. Nothing, Aunt, I tell you I am just amusing myself!
Duchess. What is the matter with you?