MME. MAIRAUT. We’ll be back in time. [Madame Mairaut and Mairaut go out into the garden].
ANTONIN. Here, you see, is the staircase which leads to the upstairs rooms and down to the garden. [He goes to the door on his left]. Here is our bedroom.
JULIE [in a low voice, so as not to be noticed by Lignol] Antonin!
ANTONIN [aloud] Nonsense, dear. Why not? [He opens the door. To Lignol] Look.
LIGNOL. Charming.
ANTONIN. A real nest, eh? A nest for love-birds. That’s what I call it. [To his wife] Kiss me, dear.
JULIE. But—
ANTONIN. Kiss me. Come.
JULIE [gently] But we’re not alone.
ANTONIN. Lignol won’t mind. Eh, Lignol?