ANNETTE [bursting into tears] Oh, my God!
LUCIE. You are both very young. It would be better to wait a little—a year—perhaps more.
ANNETTE [crying] Wait—a year!
LUCIE. Come, come, stop crying. There’s really no reason for all this. I am not quite pleased with you, Annette. You’re barely nineteen. If you waited to marry until you are twenty it would be no harm.
ANNETTE. It’s not possible!
LUCIE. Not possible? [She looks searchingly at her]. Annette, you frighten me. If it wasn’t you—[tenderly and gravely] Have I been wrong to trust you?
ANNETTE. No! No! What can you be thinking of—Oh, indeed—
LUCIE. What is it, then?
ANNETTE. Well, I’ve been such a fool as to tell some friends I was engaged.