Duchess. It seemed—that you could see all the time! Women’s eyes are a little better than men’s, eh? That idea of mine to turn down the gas was splendid. So everything’s going nicely now? Well, there is only your mother to see!
Roger. What?
Duchess. Oh, it will be a little difficult!—Here she is! Here they all come—The whole tragedy! Shh! Not a word! Leave everything in my hands, I’ll take care of it. What’s all this?
(Enter Madame de Céran, des Millets, surrounded by ladies, the General, Bellac, Lucy, Madame de Loudan, Madame Arriégo, Paul and Jeanne; and the others.)
Mme. de Céran. Great news, Aunt!
Duchess. What?
Mme. de Céran. Revel is dead!
Duchess. You’re fooling!
Mme. de Céran. It’s in the evening papers. Look! (She hands her a paper)
Duchess. Well—(Takes the paper and reads it)