ANNETTE. About a book he lent me.
MADELEINE. What book?
ANNETTE. Anna Karenina. He liked Vronsky better than Levine. He said such silly things. And he couldn’t understand Anna Karenina killing herself—you know—when she throws herself underneath the train that he’s in. You remember, don’t you?
LUCIE. And then?
ANNETTE. Then—there’s the bell. Perhaps it’s them.
A pause. Josephine enters with a card.
LUCIE. Yes.
ANNETTE. Oh, heavens!
LUCIE. Madeleine, take Annette. Go through her room.
MADELEINE. All right.