Jeanne. But come on, Paul!
Mme. de Céran. The little Sub-prefect’s wife!
Duchess. Again!
(Paul enters, right, at the back.)
Jeanne. What on earth are you doing to that door?
Paul. (Still in the corner, busied with something) Necessity is the mother of invention!—I’m just inventing a little necessity.
Jeanne. What?
Paul. That!
Jeanne. Eh? (Nervously)
Paul. (Coming in) A great success!