Suzanne. I went out because Lucy went out, if you must know!
Mme. de Céran. Miss Watson, Mademoiselle?
Suzanne. Yes, indeed: Miss Watson, the pink of perfection, the rara avis—she may do as she likes, but I——!
Roger. You, Suzanne?
Mme. de Céran. Let me speak to her! But you Mademoiselle, run about the streets alone!
Suzanne. The way Lucy does!
Mme. de Céran. And you dress most outrageously.
Suzanne. The way Lucy does!
Mme. de Céran. You monopolise M. Bellac and talk to him affectedly——
Suzanne. The way Lucy does! I suppose she doesn’t speak to him, does she? And to Monsieur, too! (Indicating Roger)