LUCIE. Annette is with the Bernins. Tuesday is her day for going there.
MADELEINE. And your husband?
LUCIE. My husband? Why, he’s at his meeting, of course.
MADELEINE. What, is it this afternoon?
LUCIE. You naughty woman! Not even to know the date of your brother in-law’s meeting!
MADELEINE [making a face] No. To me, you know, all these questions—birth-rate, repopulation—ugh!
LUCIE. France has need of it.
MADELEINE. I suppose so. [A pause] How is it you’re not at the meeting?
LUCIE. It’s only for working-men.