Duchess. I haven’t the slightest idea.
Roger. What?
Duchess. Disguised handwriting—unsigned—not the slightest idea!
Roger. Oh, you must have! He’s not running any risks.—I say——
Duchess. (To Roger) Keep still! (To Madame de Céran) Listen to this: “I shall arrive Thursday——”
Roger. To-day!—Therefore either he or I wrote that letter!
Duchess. Will you be still? “This evening at ten, in the Conservatory.”
Roger. “Say you have a headache.”
Duchess. Oh, yes, I forgot: “Say you have a headache.”
Mme. de Céran. Why, it is a rendezvous!