Duchess. That isn’t very frivolous, but it’s better than nothing. Well, well—I like a little frivolity myself, especially in a person of your age. (To the maid) Here, take this away. (She hands her cup to the maid)
Mme. de Céran. (To the maid) Will you show Madame Raymond to her room, Mademoiselle? (To Jeanne) Your room is this way, just next to mine——
Jeanne. Thank you, Madame. (To Paul) Come, dear.
Mme. de Céran. Oh, no, I have put your husband over there on the other side, among the workers: my son, the Count and Monsieur Bellac, in the Pavilion, which we call—a little pretentiously, perhaps—the Pavillion of the Muses. (To Paul) Francois will show you the way. I thought you would be able to work better there.
Paul. Admirable arrangement, Countess; I thank you. (Jeanne pinches him) Oh!
Jeanne. (Sweetly) Go, my dear.
Paul. (Aside to her) You’ll come at least and help me unpack my trunks?
Jeanne. How can I?
Paul. Through the upper corridor.
Duchess. (To Mme. de Céran) If you think it pleases those two to separate them like that——