Lucy. Of course; there was no envelope or address——
Bellac. Nor my handwriting, nor my signature. You see I wasn’t so stupid after all! In any case, my intentions were good, my dear Miss Lucy. Forgive your Professor, your friend, and—and—Sit down, please!
Lucy. No! Tell me what you have to tell me with so much secrecy, and we’ll return to the drawing-room!
Bellac. (Detaining her) Wait! Why didn’t you come to my lecture this afternoon?
Lucy. Simply because I spent my time looking for that letter. What have you to say to me now?
Bellac. Are you very anxious to leave me? (He gives her a packet of papers tied with a red ribbon) There!
Lucy. The proofs!
Bellac. (Agitated) Of my book!
Lucy. (Also moved) Of your—? Oh, M. Bellac!
Bellac. It was my wish to have you see it before anyone else! You only!