Suzanne. (Throwing herself into the Duchess’s arms) Oh, my mother!
Mme. de Céran. But, Duchess!
Duchess. Find a richer and a nobler name!
Mme. de Céran. Oh, I’m not saying—and yet—(To Roger) Consider, Roger——
Roger. I love her, mother.
Duchess. (Looking about her) Number two! There remains—(To Paul) Come here, will you? What reparation are you going to make?
Paul. (Ashamed) Ah, Duchess, it was you, then?
Jeanne. (Confused) Ah, Madame, then you heard——?
Duchess. Yes, little trickster, I did.
Paul. Oh!