Paul. Then I’ll kiss you!
Jeanne. (Defending herself) Paul! Paul!
(Kisses are heard.)
Bellac and Lucy. (Getting up, frightened) What——?
Duchess. (Astonished; rising) What’s this? Are they kissing?
Lucy. Someone—someone’s there!
Bellac. Come, take my hand!
Lucy. There’s someone listening! I’m sure!
Bellac. Come!
Lucy. I’m fearfully compromised! (She goes out at the back, left)