ANTONIN. I rather think so.
MME. MAIRAUT [returning to Madame Dupont] My dear madame—
MME. DUPONT. Yes?
MME. MAIRAUT. He is afraid he may not please Mlle. Julie.
DUPONT. Absurd!
MME. MAIRAUT. The amount of the dot, too—
DUPONT. It is my last word. [To his wife] But what is Julie about? [He rings].
MME. DUPONT [rises] I will go and find her.
A maid enters.
DUPONT. Wait! [To the maid] Ask Mlle. Julie to come here if she is ready.