JULIE [depressed] No matter. [Suddenly, alarmed] I do believe I forgot to tell them to get out his grey suit. No: I remember. I did tell them. How angry he would have been if I hadn’t!
MME. DUPONT. Of course. He is your husband.
JULIE. You think it quite natural that he should fly into a rage as he did two days ago because something or other had been forgotten? And that it is only reasonable he should order me to go to Mass merely that Madame So-and-so may see me there! Well, he may order as much as he likes. I shall not go. I will not go!
MME. DUPONT. You make too much of it. My child, aren’t you happy?
JULIE [ironically] Of course.
MME. DUPONT. Your husband is fond of you, isn’t he?
JULIE. That depends on what you mean by fond.
MME. DUPONT. I mean he’s very much in love with you.
JULIE. I suppose so.
MME. DUPONT. You’re angry with him for that?