DUPONT. Very grave.
MME. MAIRAUT. You know, then?
DUPONT. Yes.
MME. MAIRAUT. We are come therefore, my husband and I, in the name of our son, formally to request your daughter, Madame Antonin Mairaut, to return to her husband’s roof.
DUPONT. His roof?
MME. MAIRAUT. To St. Laurent. My son awaits her there.
DUPONT. He’ll have to wait some time. My daughter will not return to her husband. You are welcome to bring an officer of the Court to bear witness to the fact. It will provide your son with a ground for his divorce.
MME. MAIRAUT [sweetly] There is no question of a divorce.
DUPONT [astonished] What? No question of a divorce?
MME. MAIRAUT. None, monsieur.