Mme. de Loudan. Oh, no, no!
Bellac. I was speaking of love in Nature!
Mme. de Loudan. Instinct! The idea! Ladies, come, we must defend ourselves! Help me. Come to the rescue, Lucy!
Bellac. She will not help you, Marquise; she agrees with me.
Mme. de Saint-Réault. Is it possible, Lucy?
Lucy. Instinct?
Mme. de Saint-Réault. In love?
Mme. de Loudan. That would be robbing the soul of its most precious possession: according to you, then, Lucy, nothing is good, or bad.
Lucy. (Coldly) There is no question about good or bad, Madame, it is merely a question of the existence of the species.
Ladies. (Protesting) Oh!