DUPONT. And he?
MME. DUPONT. After the scene I told you of he went straight out of the house and he hasn’t come back since.
DUPONT. He didn’t sleep at home last night?
MME. DUPONT. No.
DUPONT [scornfully] He has gone back to ‘maman,’ no doubt. [He goes to the window].
MME. DUPONT [after a pause] Why do you keep looking out of that window?
DUPONT. I’m watching the lawyer’s opposite. Caroline went in five minutes ago. I’m terribly afraid Angèle won’t come. [To himself] Confound Caroline. Who the Dickens can have got hold of that other fifteen thousand francs? [Joyfully] There’s Angèle. Look. She’s going in now. What did you say? Bless my soul, my daughters give me worry enough. Yes: he has gone back to ‘maman.’ And you think this won’t blow over, eh?
MME. DUPONT. I’m certain it won’t. Julie will never forgive him.
DUPONT [almost with triumph] That means a divorce then, eh?
MME. DUPONT. Yes. A divorce.