DUPONT. Even if—
MME. MAIRAUT. Even in that case. [Movement of Mairaut]. What is it, my dear?
MAIRAUT. Nothing.
DUPONT. The truth is you would rather risk your son’s honor than give back the thirty thousand francs.
MME. MAIRAUT [still very sweetly] After all, thirty thousand francs is a considerable sum. [Mairaut fidgets uneasily].
DUPONT. Yesterday, when he went away, your son uttered certain threats.
MME. MAIRAUT [still sweetly] He has decided not to put them into execution.
MME. DUPONT. You know, of course, that Julie will never agree—
MME. MAIRAUT. I can’t help that.