Paul. First, the Duchesse de Réville, the aunt, a handsome old lady who was a beauty in her day——
Jeanne. (Questioningly) Hmm?
Paul. So they say! A bit brusque and direct—but an excellent lady and very sensible—as you’ll see. But last and best, Suzanne de Villiers! She, is not at all serious—it’s a fault with her.
Jeanne. At last, somebody who’s frivolous, thank Heaven!
Paul. Girl of eighteen, a tom-boy, chatter-box, free with her tongue and her manners—with a life-history that reads like a novel.
Jeanne. Umm! Lovely, let’s hear it!
Paul. She’s the daughter of a certain widow—
Jeanne. Yes?
Paul. Well? Daughter of a widow—and that ass Georges de Villiers, another nephew of the Duchess; she adored him. A natural child.
Jeanne. Natural? How lovely!