MME. DUPONT. Perhaps you may get her pimples.
NURSE [sneering] Oh ma’am, we country folks haven’t got nice, delicate, white skins like Paris ladies have. When you have to work in the fields all day, rain or shine, you don’t need to plaster your face all over with cream, I can tell you. No offence meant, but if you want to find an excuse, that isn’t much of a one.
MME. DUPONT. What do you mean? What excuse?
NURSE. Oh yes, I know.
MME. DUPONT. What do you know?
NURSE. I’m only a poor country girl, I am.
MME. DUPONT. I have not the slightest idea what you mean.
NURSE. Oh, I know what I mean.
MME. DUPONT. Then tell me what you mean.
NURSE. Oh, what’s the good?