Bellac. Marquise!
Mme. Arriégo. Beautiful! It stirred me to the depths of my being!
Bellac. Oh, Madame Arriégo!
Mme. de Loudan. Ladies, there is only one thing to say about it all! M. Bellac was so eloquent that he was positively dangerous! But then—isn’t he always a little dangerous?
Bellac. Please, Madame de Loudan!
Mme. de Loudan. I’m simply mad about your genius! Yes, indeed, mad! And about you, too! Oh, I don’t hide it. I tell everyone about it! Brazenly! You are one of the gods on my Olympus! You have become a fetish to me!
Mme. Arriégo. You know, I have his autograph in my pocket! (Displays locket) There!
Mme. de Loudan. (Shows a pen which she carries in the bosom of her gown) And I carry one of his pens!
Duchess. (Aside to Roger) Silly sheep!
Mme. de Loudan. (To Mme. de Céran) Ah, Countess, I didn’t see you at the lecture to-day?