DUPONT [to Julie] That’s all right, then?
JULIE. Yes. I really do like him. I think I managed him pretty well too. Wagner. The bank. He thinks I’ve a perfect passion for banking.
DUPONT [laughing] Good. You’re my own daughter. Kiss me. And your father? He managed pretty well, I think. I have arranged that all moneys except your dot shall be held by you both jointly; so that if you are divorced, or if you die after Uncle Maréchal, your dot will come back to us, and half whatever he leaves. I call that a good day’s work. And at dessert we’ll drink a bottle of the best to the health of Madame Antonin Mairaut.
MME. DUPONT [embracing her] My poor little daughter.
DUPONT. Poor, indeed! She’s a very lucky girl. I wonder where that great stupid Caroline has got to. [He calls] Caroline. She is never here when one wants her. [He calls again] Caroline. She is hard at work painting Cupids on plates, I bet. [Caroline appears] Here she is. Great news. Your sister is engaged to be married.
CAROLINE. Julie. Is it true?
JULIE. Yes.
CAROLINE. Ah!
DUPONT. Is that all you have to say?