Paul. And no one else is expected?
Francois. Oh, yes, M. le sous-préfet; M. Roger, the son of Mme. la comtesse, has just arrived to-day from his scientific investigations in the Orient. He is expected any moment.—Ah, and then M. Bellac, the professor, who is to spend a few days here when his lecture course is over—at least we hope so.
Paul. (Aside) Ah, that’s why there are so many ladies!—Very well, thank you.
Francois. Then M. le sous-préfet will be good enough to wait?
Paul. Yes, and tell Mme. la comtesse not to hurry. (Francois goes out) Whew! You gave me a turn with that music! But you got out of it beautifully, changing Lecocq to Beethoven! Rather good, that!
Jeanne. Stupid, am I not?
Paul. I know better now! We still have five minutes; I’ll tell you a little about these people: it’s best to be on the safe side.
Jeanne. Oh, never mind!
Paul. Come, Jeanne, five minutes! You must know something about them!
Jeanne. After each “something” you must kiss me!