ANTONIN. But my letter for Courthezon. [He looks at his watch]. You’ve twenty minutes still.
LIGNOL. You’re sure?
ANTONIN. Certain. Wait a second. I’ll go and write it, and then I’ll see you to the station. It’s only a step. [He goes out].
JULIE. Thanks to you, M. Lignol, we have had a delightful evening.
LIGNOL. You flatter me, dear madame. I know quite well I have been in the way.
JULIE. On the contrary. I have not had such an evening’s conversation since I married.
LIGNOL. Antonin isn’t a great talker.
JULIE. You are old friends, aren’t you?
LIGNOL. Yes. I’ve known him fifteen years. We are almost like brothers.