Jeanne. (Alarmed—aside) What’s the matter with them?
Duchess. (After a short pause) That’s not surprising: there is an epidemic of headaches.
Jeanne. You have one too?
Duchess. I? No! One doesn’t have them at my age! You must do something for it, my child.
Jeanne. I’m going to take a little walk. You’ll excuse me, won’t you?
Duchess. Of course; by all means!
Jeanne. (Holding her head between her hands, and going toward the door) Oh, how it aches! Ah! (Aside) Paul will find an excuse to get away! (She goes out through the door leading to the garden)
Duchess. (To Roger) Do you think so? Do you think so?
Roger. Oh, Aunt, it’s only a coincidence!
Duchess. Possibly; you know how easily one may be mistaken, and one must never—(The door of the drawing-room opens) Ahh, this time!