ANTONIN. Yes.
LIGNOL. And she?
ANTONIN. She’s just the same.
LIGNOL. Happy man!
ANTONIN. For the rest we can only wait and see how things turn out. She knows nothing of my tastes. I know nothing of hers.
LIGNOL. And what did you talk about while you were engaged?
ANTONIN. We were only engaged three weeks. Just long enough to get the money matters settled.
LIGNOL. You took good care about them, I bet.
ANTONIN. Rather. In fact it was a precious good stroke of business. [He laughs]. If you only knew how we did the Duponts, maman and I! [He laughs again].
LIGNOL. Hush. Here’s your wife. [Julie comes in, and Lignol rises to go]. I am afraid I must be going, madame.