Antonin comes in.
ANTONIN. Here’s the letter. You’ll slip it into the post-box, won’t you? And now we’ve only just time.
LIGNOL. I’m ready [rising briskly]. But don’t let me drag you to the station. You’ll be leaving madame alone.
ANTONIN. That’s all right. Come along. I can see if M. and Madame Dupont have arrived at the same time.
LIGNOL [to Julie] Au revoir, madame. [To Antonin] I am sorry not to say good-bye to mademoiselle. [Antonin is puzzled]. To the lady who dined with us.
ANTONIN. Oh, Caro. I’ll say it for you. No, here she is. [Caroline comes in; and, as Lignol is saying good-bye to her, M. and Madame Dupont appear. Antonin hurriedly introduces] My friend Lignol. He has to catch this train.
LIGNOL. So sorry. [He goes out with Antonin].
DUPONT. Ah, Caroline. There you are. I have good news for you. Your aunt is dead. Your aunt in India. She has left all her money to you and Angèle. Not much. Sixty thousand francs between you. I get nothing, of course. She never could endure me. My dear girl, what’s the matter? Come, come, you’re not going to cry because your aunt is dead! You’ve not seen her for five and twenty years. It’s the greatest stroke of luck for you. And I shall have all the trouble, as usual! [A gesture of dissent from Caroline]. Oh, yes, I shall. Your sister will have to come down from Paris.
MME. DUPONT. I thought you said she was in India.