CATHERINE. Yes; whether one’s rich or poor, when one’s a woman—
Annette kisses Catherine. Catherine goes out.
MADELEINE. I must go, too. Your husband will be coming back.
LUCIE [to herself, terrified] My husband coming back—coming back!
ANNETTE. I won’t see him. Madeleine, you’re alone; take me with you!
MADELEINE. Yes. You can come tomorrow, Lucie. We’ll talk then.
LUCIE. Yes. [Suddenly] Here he is. Go out that way.
She pushes them out through Annette’s room. After a moment Brignac comes in, flushed and happy.
BRIGNAC. What, still up! Aha, my dear, I’m going to be elected! Absolutely certain, I tell you. Here, I’ve brought you a bunch of roses.