Paul. (Aside to Jeanne) He’s a born villain!
Bellac. How wonderful you are, austere Muse of Knowledge, superb Polymnia, proud nymph of the cold Pierian Spring—please sit down!
Lucy. No, no! Now see what all your precautions have come to; I have lost that letter!
Duchess. (Rather loudly) I see!
(Lucy starts.)
Bellac. What is it?
Lucy. Didn’t you hear——?
Bellac. No.—You say you lost——?
Lucy. What do you suppose the finder of that letter will think?
Duchess. (Aside to Mme. de Céran) Now do you understand?