DUPONT. We haven’t much time, then. Still, call her: and take off these covers [pointing to the chairs].
MME. DUPONT [she goes towards the door on the right; then returns] But have you thought—
DUPONT. I have thought of everything.
MME. DUPONT. Of everything? What about Angèle and her story?
DUPONT [pompously] Angèle is no longer my daughter.
MME. DUPONT. Still, we shall have to tell them.
DUPONT. Naturally. Since they know it already.
MME. DUPONT. I am nearly sure it was she I met last time I was in Paris.
DUPONT. You were mistaken.
MME. DUPONT. I don’t think so.