MME. DUPONT. Have you any choice?
JULIE. No.
DUPONT. You see!
MME. DUPONT. You see!
DUPONT. Well, then, it’s all settled. [He looks at his watch] And only just in time! M. Mairaut is punctuality itself. It’s five minutes to six. In five minutes he will be here. [Julie is silent, gazing through the open window. The laughter of children is heard outside. To Madame Dupont, irritably] What’s she looking out of that window for?
MME. DUPONT. It’s Madame Brichot. She is just going in with her children.
JULIE [to herself, with a smile of great sweetness, recalling a word which she has just caught while dreaming] Maman!
DUPONT. Well?
JULIE. I will do as you wish.
DUPONT. Ouf! Now go and change your dress.