CATHERINE. No. When I saw her, she seemed to be having a dispute with M. Bernin’s family. I stopped to watch. Then M. Jacques got into the train and Annette stood there crying; and just as the train went away, she gave a cry and ran to try and throw herself under the wheels. I caught her by her dress and brought her away; and I wouldn’t leave her till I knew she was back here and I had told you what she’d done.
ANNETTE. All right. Don’t let’s speak about it. I tried to kill myself and I failed. If they saw me, no doubt they shrugged their shoulders.
MADELEINE. You went to wait for them at the train?
ANNETTE. No. I knew where Jacques was dining—at a restaurant—a farewell party. His parents were having dinner at the station. I went to the restaurant and asked for him, like a girl off the streets. I could hear his friends laughing and joking from where I was, when the waiter took my message.
LUCIE. Did he come?
ANNETTE. Yes. He told me afterwards he thought it was some woman from a café chantant who sent for him. Oh!
MADELEINE. And when he saw that it was you?
ANNETTE. He took me into the street, so that I shouldn’t be recognized. That’s where we had our talk. The passers-by laughed and made horrible jokes.
MADELEINE. And then you told him?