Mme. de Céran. (To the Duchess) There’s an impropriety even worse than the rest!
Suzanne. Impropriety!
Duchess. You see, she’s perfectly innocent!
Mme. de Céran. A young girl traveling alone in a train!
Suzanne. Doesn’t Lucy go out alone?
Mme. de Céran. Lucy is not a girl of sixteen!
Suzanne. No: she’ll never see twenty-four again!
Mme. de Céran. Lucy is able to take care of herself.
Suzanne. Why? Because of those glasses of hers?
Duchess. (Laughing) Now, Suzanne! (Aside) I adore that girl!