Lucy. I did not hear you mention either the Mahabarata or the Ramayana.
Saint Réault. But those are not the Sacred Books, they are merely poems whose ancient origin rendered them objects of veneration to the Hindoos. They are works of literature, merely.
Lucy. But nevertheless, the Academy of Calcutta——
Saint-Réault. I merely give you the opinion of the Brahmins! You have another of your own?
Suzanne. (Loudly) Monsieur Bellac!
Bellac. Mademoiselle?
Suzanne. Give me your arm; let’s take a little walk. I want the air!
Bellac. But, Mademoiselle——
Suzanne. Don’t you wish to?
Bellac. But just at this time——?