Jeanne. Oh, not at all! There were some very interesting things—there was one beautiful line.
Duchess. A whole line?
Jeanne. And the applause was great. (Aside) What shall I do?
Duchess. Ha! Ha! What was the beautiful line?
Jeanne. “Honor is like a god, a god which—” I’m afraid I misquote it, and spoil the effect.
Duchess. Keep it, my child, keep it! And now you’re running away like this in spite of the beautiful line?
Jeanne. I very much regret having to leave. (Aside) What shall I say? (Brightening) Oh!—it was either that I was so uncomfortable where I was sitting, or because it was so warm—I don’t feel very well!
Duchess. Ah!
Jeanne. My eyes are—I can’t see straight—I have a headache——
Mme. de Céran, Duchess, Roger. (Rising) A headache?!