(The Duchess and Mme. de Céran go out.)
Suzanne. Why do you stare at me? Because I went out alone? Are you angry?
Roger. No, Suzanne, but you ought to know better than to——
Suzanne. Are you angry with me?
Roger. No, only——
Suzanne. Then it’s because you consider me a woman now, is it? Do you? Tell me, I want so much to know!
Roger. Yes, you are a woman now, and it is for that very reason that we must respect the conventions.
Suzanne. (Snuggling up to him) Scold me, I love to hear you, dear!
Roger. (Gently pushing her away) There now, stay over there.
Suzanne. So you don’t want me to call you “dear,” either?