Lucy. (Stopping) I beg your pardon; I didn’t see you!
Duchess. And yet they say there was a beautiful line:
“Honor is like a god——”
Lucy. (Starting to go) “Like a god which——”
Duchess. Yes, that’s the one. (The clock strikes ten. Lucy is now at the door) And in spite of that, you are determined to go?
Lucy. Yes, I want a breath of fresh air: I have a headache. (She goes out)
Duchess, Roger, and Mme. de Cèran. (Sitting down) Oh!
Duchess. Well, well! This is getting interesting!
Mme. de Céran. Another coincidence!
Duchess. Another? No, not this time! Don’t you think so? Then all of them are—! Except Suzanne’s case! Come, now, there’s something in the air. She will not come! I’m willing to wager she won’t come. (The drawing-room door opens suddenly, and through it is heard a voice in the throes of tragic agony) There she is!