Paul. Oh, never mind! It’s only for a week!
Jeanne. A week! Without speaking, without laughing, without being kissed by you!
Paul. That’s before company; but when we are alone—in the dark, oh, then! Why, it will be delightful; we’ll arrange secret meetings, in the garden, everywhere—just as we did before we were married—at your father’s, do you remember?
Jeanne. Very well, very well! (She opens the piano and plays an air from La Fille de Madame Angot)
Paul. (Terrified) Very well, then! What are you doing there?
Jeanne. It’s from the opera we saw last night!
Paul. My poor child, so this is the way you follow my advice!
Jeanne. We sat in a box together—wasn’t it lovely, Paul!
Paul. Jeanne! Jeanne!—What if someone should come in! Please!
(Francois appears at the back.)