Duchess. If he has, I’ll see that he marries her! (Following Suzanne) Only, if it isn’t true—well, we’ll see! Come! (She tries to make Mme. de Céran go out. Loud applause is heard from the adjoining room; indistinct murmurs of conversation and moving of chairs)
Mme. de Céran. Well!
Duchess. What’s that I hear? Another beautiful line? No, it’s the end of the act. Quick, before they come in!!
Mme. de Céran. But my guests?
Duchess. They’ll go to sleep again without your help! Come, come!
(They go out. The door at the back opens. Through it are seen guests in groups, with Des Millets in the centre of one.)
Ladies. Beautiful!—Great Art!—Very noble!
Paul. (On the threshold of the door) That act is charming! Don’t you think so, General?
General. (Yawning cavernously) Charming! Four to come!
(Paul skilfully maneuvers so that he reaches the door leading to the garden and disappears through it.)