MME. MAIRAUT. No doubt. But all this is really beside the mark. At twentyfive thousand francs we could not—
DUPONT. I am sorry.
MME. MAIRAUT. We are sorry, too. [She rises, saying to her husband] Come, my dear, we must be taking our leave.
DUPONT. I might, perhaps, go to thirty thousand.
MME. MAIRAUT. I am afraid fifty thousand is the lowest.
DUPONT. Let us split the difference. Thirty thousand and my country house at St. Laurent.
MME. MAIRAUT. But it is flooded two months out of the twelve.
DUPONT. Flooded! Never.
MME. MAIRAUT [to her husband] Well, my dear, what do you think?
MAIRAUT. Antonin is much attached to Mlle. Julie.