Mme. Arriégo. (Arriving with a glass of water) A glass of water, Monsieur Bellac?
Mme. de Loudan. No, no—take mine! Mine!
Mme. Arriégo. No, mine!
Bellac. (Embarrassed) Well, I——
Lucy. (Handing him a glass of water) Here!
Mme. de Loudan. Oh, he’ll choose Lucy, I know!—I’m so jealous!—No, mine! mine!
Suzanne. (Arriving with another glass of water and forcing it upon Bellac) No, no, he’ll take mine! Ha, ha! the fourth thief!
Lucy. But, Mademoiselle—!
Mme. de Loudan. (Aside) That little girl has impudence!
Roger. (To the Duchess, indicating Suzanne) Aunt!