DUPONT. Ah! And who was the clever one this time, too, eh? Who was it?
MME. DUPONT. I don’t know.
DUPONT. Of course not. Well, I was.
MME. DUPONT. In what way?
DUPONT. You say she’ll ask for a divorce?
MME. DUPONT. Unless he does.
DUPONT. Very well, then. Whichever way it is her money was settled on herself, and our good Antonin will have to give back the thirty thousand francs and my house. Thanks to me. Thanks to me. [He rubs his hands].
The maid comes in.
MAID. M. and Madame Mairaut.