(Enter Suzanne hastily, as though looking for someone.)
Mme. de Céran. (Rising) You are leaving the reading, Mademoiselle!
Suzanne. (Impatiently) Yes, cousin!
Mme. de Céran. Stay here!
Suzanne. But, cousin——
Mme. de Céran. Stay! Sit down!
Suzanne. (Dropping on to a piano-stool, and abruptly turning to each person who addresses her) Well?
Mme. de Céran. And why, may I ask, did you leave the reading?
Suzanne. Why should I let myself be bored by that old gentleman?
Roger. Is that the true reason?