ANGÈLE. There?
DUPONT [speaking rapidly to hide his mingled emotion and embarrassment] Yes. She has come back with her husband to live with us for a time. Their house at St. Laurent is flooded. You remember the house at St. Laurent?
ANGÈLE. Yes.
DUPONT [as before, his embarrassment growing] I told them they ought to build a little wall along the river bank or their house would be flooded. They wouldn’t listen to me and this is the consequence. Happily the water is going down, and they’ll be able to go home to-morrow. But they should have built a wall like their neighbors. Their neighbors built a wall and—and that’s how it was.
ANGÈLE [after a pause] How is the business doing? Well?
DUPONT. Oh, yes.
ANGÈLE. And you are all quite well?
DUPONT. All of us. I had a touch of bronchitis last year, but it passed off.
ANGÈLE. I am glad. [A silence].
DUPONT [to Angèle, who is gazing at him] You find me looking older, eh?