Mme. de Céran. But such impropriety, I nev—
Duchess. I can’t say that I object to that!
Paul. I have a lot of back accounts to settle before I even begin to collect for the present! When can we get away? Dear little girl, you don’t know how I adore you!
Jeanne. Yes, I know—I can judge for myself!
Paul. My Jeanne!
Jeanne. Oh, Paul, say it like that always! Always!
Paul. Always! (Close to her, and very tenderly)
Mme. de Céran. But, Duchess!!
Duchess. Oh! They’re married, aren’t they!
(The door squeaks; Paul and Jeanne spring up, startled.)