DUPONT. Do you imagine his invention will make your fortune?
CAROLINE. No.
DUPONT. Do you know anything at all about it?
CAROLINE. No.
MME. DUPONT. Did he ask you to lend him money?
CAROLINE. No.
DUPONT. Then you ought to be put in an asylum. You’re out of your senses.
MME. DUPONT. I still can’t make out how you came to have such an idea.
CAROLINE [beginning to cry] I was unhappy.