CAROLINE. Yes.
DUPONT. It is a great responsibility. I don’t know whether—What interest would you expect?
CAROLINE. Whatever you thought right, father.
DUPONT. Well, I will speak to your mother about it. [As if suddenly making up his mind] No: I won’t. I’ll do it. No one shall say I hesitated to do all I could for my daughter. Kiss me, my dear. I’ll do it.
CAROLINE. Thank you, father.
DUPONT. And you would still rather not tell me what you are doing with the other fifteen thousand.
CAROLINE. Please, father.
DUPONT. Very well. You are your own mistress. I’ll have the necessary documents prepared. Don’t you worry about it. I will arrange everything beforehand. You will have nothing to do but sign. [He looks at his watch] Three o’clock. Now there is that other matter we have to talk of. [He goes to the door and calls] Come in, both of you. [Julie and Madame Dupont enter]. Sit down. [When they are all seated, he says] My dears, I wanted you all to come here that we may decide how we are to receive Angèle. It is rather a difficult question. You know her life in Paris is—ahem—highly reprehensible. Ought we to let her come here? Ought we to meet her, for instance, at the station?
JULIE. Papa, what has Angèle done? Now that I am married surely I may know? People always stop talking about her when I come in. I remember her quite well.