Roger. Of course I won’t. What a child you are! Don’t cry, wipe your eyes, my dear Suzanne, there’s nothing to cry about!
Suzanne. I can’t help it!
Roger. Why?
Suzanne. I have only you in the world! I don’t want you to leave me!
Roger. Leave you?
Suzanne. (Sobbing) You know how jealous I am. You—you can’t understand that! I saw this evening, when I tried to make you jealous by talking with M. Bellac, that you didn’t seem to care at all. You didn’t care anything about me!
Roger. I wanted to kill him!
Suzanne. To kill him? (Puts her arms around his neck) How nice you are! Then you thought—?
Roger. Let’s not say any more about that, it’s all over, forgotten, the past is dead. Let’s begin all over again: from my arrival—How are you, Suzanne? How are you, dear? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! Come to me, dear, the way you used to! (He seats himself with her beside him)
Suzanne. Oh, Roger, how nice you are! What lovely things you say! You love me better than you love her, then?