MME. MAIRAUT. If you’re going to tell them that, we may as well be off at once.
MAIRAUT. You see!
MME. MAIRAUT. I see that we ought to hold our tongues. Oh, yes: we ought. For if you have scruples about injuring the Duponts, I have scruples about injuring Uncle Maréchal.
MAIRAUT. What do you mean?
MME. MAIRAUT. We have no right to betray a secret. I’m sorry you shouldn’t have seen that I am quite as particular as you are; only I put my duty to my family before my duty to strangers. If I am wrong, say so.
MAIRAUT. But if they ask us point blank?
MME. MAIRAUT. Then we must consult Uncle Maréchal, since he is the principal person concerned.
MAIRAUT. In spite of all you say it seems to me—[He hesitates. A pause].
MME. MAIRAUT. Well, my dear, which is it to be? If you want us to go, let us go. You are the master. I have never forgotten it. Shall we go?