MME. MAIRAUT. Ah, yes, if it were not for that! [Seats herself] My poor boy! [She weeps].
MME. DUPONT. My poor little Julie! [She weeps].
MAIRAUT [to Dupont] You must excuse her. After all, it is her son.
DUPONT. My dear sir, I quite understand.
MME. MAIRAUT [wiping her eyes] And, of course, there would be the other twentyfive thousand in six months.
MME. DUPONT. Of course.
MME. MAIRAUT. Have you any views as to settlements?
DUPONT. On that point I have very definite ideas.
MAIRAUT. So have I.
DUPONT. The money on each side must be strictly settled.