JULIE. Change my dress?
MME. DUPONT. Of course. You will be supposed to know nothing; but you must be tidy.
JULIE. What am I to put on?
MME. DUPONT [reflecting] Let me see. [A sudden inspiration] I know. Isn’t there a dance at the Gontiers’ to-night?
JULIE. But we said we wouldn’t go.
MME. DUPONT [rising, briskly] We are going all the same. Put on your ball dress.
JULIE. Before dinner? Is he marrying my clothes?
MME DUPONT. No. But you look best in your ball dress. Do as I tell you, dear.
JULIE. Very well. [She goes out].
DUPONT. Are you really going to this ball?