Ladies. Ah, bravo!
Bellac. (Rising) This is what modern science ought to take into consideration—(Looking at Saint-Réault) that science which a leaden materialism drags down to earth—I shall add, since our venerable master and friend made an allusion not long since—perhaps a trifle over-hasty—to a loss which science, I hope, will not have to complain of—I shall add—(Looking at Toulonnier, to whom Saint-Réault is speaking) in fine, this is what he should teach to the youth who have been under the guidance of Revel, he—whoever he may be—who will be chosen to carry on the work; and not only (asking the pardon of our illustrious colleague) upon the insufficient authority vested in those who have “acquired the right,” or erudition, or age—ought he to base his claim, but upon the irresistible power of a mind imbued with the spirit of youth and of a fiery ardor which is not to be extinguished!
Voices. Bravo!—Charming!—Exquisite!—Delicious!
(Everyone rises. Confused murmurs of conversation. The ladies surround Bellac.)
Duchess. (Aside) That for you, Saint-Réault!
Paul. (Aside) Candidate number two!
Mme. de Loudan. Ah, Monsieur Bellac!
Suzanne. Dear Professor!
Baroness. A veritable banquet of the soul!
Mme. Arriégo. Beautiful!