ANNETTE. No, no; only—oh, I’m so happy. [She bursts into a fit of sobbing].
LUCIE. Annette, what’s the matter?
MADELEINE. Annette!
ANNETTE [through her tears] Oh, I am happy, happy!
LUCIE. She’ll make herself ill. Madeleine, call someone.
ANNETTE. No, no; don’t worry. Don’t say anything. It’s only my nerves. [Laughing and crying at the same time] Oh, I am happy, only—how silly to cry like that! But I can’t help it. [She puts her arm round Lucie’s neck, who is kneeling beside her, and draws Madeleine’s head towards her] Lucie, darling! Madeleine, dearest! [She kisses them, then sobs again] How silly! It’s no good; I must. There [she dries her eyes], there. Now I can tell you. [With a pure look of deeply felt happiness] I’m going to be married. M. and Mme. Bernin are coming.
LUCIE. Why?
ANNETTE. Because they’re going to the country to-morrow.
MADELEINE. They’re going away?
ANNETTE. Yes; Jacques has told them.