HOURTIN. I have something else to say to Madame Brignac.
BRIGNAC. About me?
HOURTIN. About herself and the children; but if you object—
BRIGNAC. I hardly imagine it is indispensable.
LUCIE. What is it? Dr. Hourtin, I beg you will tell me what you think I ought to know.
BRIGNAC. I haven’t time to waste over this subject. I repeat I am exceedingly busy, and I have to make a speech this evening. You must excuse my leaving you. Good bye.
Hourtin bows. Brignac goes out, slamming the door of his study.
LUCIE. I trust you will forgive my husband if he has annoyed you.
HOURTIN. A doctor cannot be annoyed at the symptoms of a disease. I would no more be indignant at M. Brignac’s temper than bear malice against him for having fever in an attack of pneumonia.