Paul. Not here, I tell you.
Jeanne. (Laughing) What a scowl!
Paul. Please, you mustn’t laugh out loud.
Jeanne. How is this, Monsieur, you are scolding me? (She throws herself into his arms, but he disengages himself, terrified)
Paul. Silly! That’s enough to spoil everything!
Jeanne. Oh! What a bore!
Paul. Precisely! That time you struck exactly the right note. You surely haven’t forgotten all I told you in the train?
Jeanne. Why, I thought you were joking!
Paul. Joking? So you don’t want to be a Prefect’s wife?—Tell me?
Jeanne. Yes, if it would please you.