Mme. de Loudan. (Seeing Suzanne) Ohh!
Bellac. Ah, my young pupil!
(Murmurs of astonishment.)
Roger. (To the Duchess) Look, Aunt! Décolletée! It’s disgraceful!
Duchess. I don’t think so. (Aside) She’s been crying.
Francois. (Announcing) Dinner is served.
Roger. (Approaching Suzanne, who is conversing with Bellac) I must know! (Offering her his arm) Suzanne! (Suzanne looks at him coldly and takes the arm of Bellac, who is speaking with Lucy)
Bellac. (To Suzanne) How the rest will envy me, Mademoiselle!
Roger. (Aside) This is too much! (He offers his arm to Lucy)
Duchess. What does this mean?—Come, Raymond, give me your arm. (Raymond approaches her) My friend, one must suffer much before one becomes a Prefect!