Madame Dupont is discovered alone, darning stockings. After a moment or two Courthezon comes in, with some papers in his hand.
COURTHEZON. Why, you’re all alone, Madame Dupont?
MME. DUPONT. Yes, M. Courthezon.
COURTHEZON. Your young ladies are listening to the band?
MME. DUPONT. No: Julie has gone to pay a call, and Caroline is at Benediction. She goes every Sunday.
COURTHEZON. Oh, yes, of course.
MME. DUPONT. On Sunday we never see her, except at déjeûner. The rest of the day she’s at church. I believe she never misses a service. And now she is one of the Enfants de Marie. At her age, too!
COURTHEZON. How old is she?
MME. DUPONT. Thirty-three.
COURTHEZON. And still very religious?