LUCIE. Didn’t Dr. Hourtin tell you anything?
BRIGNAC. Yes. All right. I’ll do what he said. There, does that content you? Come to bed.
LUCIE. No.
BRIGNAC. You haven’t looked at my roses. Come, isn’t he a loving husband, your little Julien?
LUCIE. Leave me alone. You’re drunk.
BRIGNAC. You know I’m not. Come and give me a kiss!
LUCIE. You stink of alcohol. Let me go.
BRIGNAC [low] I want you. [He kisses her].
LUCIE [tearing herself away] Faugh! [She wipes her mouth furiously].
BRIGNAC. Enough of that, do you hear? [He seizes her brutally]. That’s enough.