GEORGE. Oh, that’s it, is it? Very well, I discharge you on the spot. Now, then, be off with you.
MME. DUPONT. I should think so, indeed.
GEORGE. Off you go!
NURSE. Give me my five hundred francs.
GEORGE [pointing furiously at the door] Take your blasted carcase out of this. Do you hear?
NURSE. Hullo, hullo! You speak to me a bit more politely, can’t you?
GEORGE. Will you get out of this, or have I got to send for the police?
NURSE. The police! What for, eh, what for?
GEORGE. To chuck you out, you—
NURSE. Well, and what am I? I’m only a country girl, I am. I may be a bit stupid—