Suzanne. (Stifling a sob) Oh, I feel so badly! (She goes into the large dining-room and slams the door violently after her)
Duchess. She’s in love, or I’m no judge—and I am a judge!
Mme. de Céran. (To the Duchess) But what is the matter? (To Roger) Why aren’t you at work on your report? What has happened? Please?!
Roger. You were right all the while!
Mme. De Céran. Suzanne——?
Roger. Suzanne—and that man!!
Duchess. Stop! You’re going to say something foolish!
Roger. But I——
Duchess. (To Madame de Céran) We discovered a letter in her possession.
Mme. de Céran. From Bellac?