MME. MAIRAUT. Thirty thousand, the house, and twentyfive thousand in six months.
ANTONIN. Good.
MME. MAIRAUT. Now you’ve only the girl to deal with.
ANTONIN. Is she romantic or matter of fact? I don’t quite know.
MME. MAIRAUT. Romantic. Raves about Wagner.
ANTONIN. Good heavens!
MME. MAIRAUT. So I said. But once she’s married and has children to look after—
ANTONIN. Children! Don’t go too fast. Children come pretty expensive nowadays. Troublesome, too.
MME. MAIRAUT. Never mind. Don’t cross her now. Later on, of course, you’ll be master.