CAROLINE. I am very glad, very glad. [She bursts into tears].
DUPONT [astonished] What’s wrong with her? Crying! And she’s not even asked who he is. She’s to marry M. Antonin Mairaut, nephew of M. Maréchal.
MME. DUPONT. Don’t cry like that, my dear.
JULIE. Caroline.
CAROLINE [trying to restrain her sobs] Don’t mind me. It is only because I love you, dear. Now you at least will be happy.
JULIE [musing] Yes.
DUPONT [to himself] The moral of all this is that that little affair of Angèle’s is costing me an extra five thousand francs and my house at St. Laurent.