Mme. Arriégo. Lucy, you make him tell us.
Lucy. Well, what is the title?
Bellac. (To Lucy, after a moment’s hesitation) “Miscellanies.”
Mme. de Loudan. Oh, how lovely! But when does it appear?
Bellac. I am hurrying it through the press, and I count on its helping me to the honor to which I aspire.
Mme. de Céran. To which you aspire?
Mme. Arriégo. What more can he wish?
Mme. de Loudan. What more can the child of Fortune wish?
Bellac. Poor Revel is on his last legs, you know. In the event of anything happening to him, I have announced myself as candidate for the position of director of the New School.
Duchess. (To Mme. de Céran) Number three!