Paul. “I’ll do all in my power”—! (They go out left)
Duchess. (Laughing) Ha! Ha! Those ridiculous children! They’re nice, but they deserve a lesson! I have to laugh! Oh—Lucy—think of it!—She’s all right! Ah, well, now do you see how matters stand! Suzanne—the rendezvous—the letter——
Mme. de Céran. Oh, it was Bellac’s letter to Lucy that Suzanne found!
Duchess. She thought it was Roger’s letter to Lucy; that is why she was so jealous, so furious!
Mme. de Céran. Jealous? You don’t mean to tell me she loves my son?
Duchess. Do you still want him to marry the other girl?
Mme. de Céran. The other girl? Certainly not! But never Suzanne, Aunt, never!
Duchess. We haven’t come to that yet! Meanwhile, go and take care of your tragic poet, and Revel’s successor! I’ll find your son for you, and see that he gets back his honor! All’s well that ends well! I’m not nervous now, after all this ado about nothing! But now it’s over; let’s go!
(They are about to go out, left, when the door at the right opens.)
Duchess and Mme. de Céran. What’s this?