Jeanne. How fortunate we are!
Mme. de Céran. After which I believe I can promise you something from Monsieur Bellac.
Jeanne. The Professor?
Mme. de Céran. Do you know him?
Jeanne. What woman doesn’t? How delightful that will be!
Mme. de Céran. An informal talk—ad usum mundi—a few words, gems of wisdom; and finally, the reading of an unpublished play.
Paul. Oh! In verse?
Mme. de Céran. The first work of a young man —an unknown poet, who is to be introduced to me this evening and whose play has just been accepted by the Théâtre-Francais.
Paul. How fortunate we are to be able to enjoy among these charming people another of these wonderful opportunities that one finds nowhere except beneath your roof.
Mme. de Céran. Doesn’t this literary atmosphere frighten you, Madame? Your charms will be wasted at a soirée like this.