MME. DUPONT. I tell you she is ill: she has a cold in her head and there are sores at the back of her throat.
NURSE. Then that’s because the doctor scratched her with the spoon he put into her mouth by the wrong end. And if she has a little cold, I don’t know when she caught it, I’m sure I don’t: I always keep her that well wrapped up, she has three thicknesses of things on. It must have been when you came the time before last and opened all the windows in the house.
MME. DUPONT. But I tell you that nobody is finding fault with you at all.
NURSE. Oh yes, I know. That’s all very well. I’m only a poor country girl.
MME. DUPONT. What do you mean?
NURSE. Oh, that’s all very well, it is.
MME. DUPONT. But I have told you over and over again that we have no fault to find.
NURSE [sticking to her idea] I never expected any unpleasantness when I came here. [She begins to whimper].
MME. DUPONT. We have no fault to find with you. Only we want to warn you, you may catch the baby’s illness—
NURSE [sulkily] Well, if I do catch a cold, it won’t be the first time I’ve had to blow my nose, I suppose.