Duchess. There’s no doubt about it.
Mme. de Céran. With her!
Duchess. I don’t know about that!
Roger. But I think——
Duchess. You think! You think!—When it comes to accusing a woman,—it’s not enough to “think,” you must see, and when you have seen, and seen and seen again—then, well then, it’s not true anyway! (Aside) It’s good to say these things to the young!
Mme. de Céran. A rendezvous, what did I tell you?! Well, well, what more could be expected of her, after all? And in my house! Like a girl of the streets! Now, Duchess, what are you going to do, tell me that? I asked them to begin in there without me, but I can’t wait here all evening! I hear the poet; they’ve begun. Please, what are you going to do?
Duchess. Do? Stay here.—Quarter to ten; if she keeps the appointment she must come through here, and then I’ll see him.
Roger. But if she goes, Aunt?
Duchess. If she goes, my dear nephew? Well! I shall go too! And without saying a word, I’ll see where they go. And when I see how matters stand, then and then only, will it be time to act.
Roger. (Sitting down) I’ll wait.