MME. DUPONT. You don’t dislike him, do you, Julie?
JULIE. No.
DUPONT [triumphantly] Well, then!
JULIE. That’s hardly enough, is it?
DUPONT. Come, come, my dear, we must talk seriously. As a child you were full of romantic notions. Thank Heaven, I cured you of that weakness. You know well enough that unhappy marriages are, more often than not, love marriages.
JULIE [unconvinced] I know, I know. Still, I want to have a husband who loves me.
DUPONT. But he does love you, doesn’t he, since you’ve only just told us that he wanted to kiss you at a ball.
JULIE. I want to be something more than my husband’s plaything.
DUPONT. You’ll lead your husband by the nose, never fear.
JULIE. How do you know?