ANTONIN. And given Julie cold, eh?
JULIE. My dear, I assure you—
ANTONIN. Oh, yes, I know. But you aren’t wrapped up enough. [He touches her arm] In that thin dress you’ve simply nothing on. Just feel, Lignol, feel.
JULIE [protesting] My dear!
MME. MAIRAUT. What a charming frock you have on, my dear. Quite delightful.
JULIE. It came from Madame Raimond.
MME. MAIRAUT [to Mairaut] From Madame Raimond? I thought she made all her own dresses.
LIGNOL [to Julie] You know, madame, that you have not convinced me yet.
JULIE. Admitting that I am wrong—[They go towards the garden door with Antonin, talking].