Paul. All right, then; what a child you are! I won’t be long: mother, son, friend, and guest,—everyone of them very serious!
Jeanne. How amusing that will be!
Paul. Don’t worry, there are two who are not so serious. I have kept them for the last.
Jeanne. One moment, please, pay me first! (She counts on her fingers) Madame de Céran, one; her son Roger, two; Miss Lucy, three; the two Saint-Réault; one Bellac, one Loudan and one Arriégo, that makes eight! (She puts her cheek up to be kissed)
Paul. Eight what?
Jeanne. Eight “somethings“—pay.
Paul. What a child! There, there, there! (He kisses her)
Jeanne. Not so fast: retail, if you please.
Paul. (After having kissed her more slowly) There, does that satisfy you?
Jeanne. For the present. Now, let’s have the two who are not serious!