Paul. (To Jeanne) Very simple!
Mme. de Céran. I repeat, beware of Dalibert and his Liberals. At present the Academy is Liberal—at present—at present! (They come down-stage, talking)
Saint-Réault. Isn’t Revel also the leader of the New School?
Mme. de Céran. (Looking at him) Ohh! Revel isn’t dead yet, is he?
Saint-Réault. Oh, no!
Mme. de Céran. He isn’t ill?
Saint-Réault. (Slightly embarrassed) Oh, he’s always in poor health.
Mme. de Céran. Well, then?
Saint-Réault. We must always be prepared, mustn’t we?—I’ll keep my eyes open.
Mme. de Céran. (Aside) There’s something at the bottom of all this! (Seeing Raymond, and going toward him) Ah, my dear Monsieur Raymond, I was forgetting all about you; pardon me!