BRIGNAC. It’s impossible. It’s—
LUCIE. She is certain of it. She told me about it herself.
BRIGNAC [after a silence] Who is it?
LUCIE. Jacques Bernin.
BRIGNAC [furious] Jacques Bernin! Well, this is a nice piece of work! She goes it, this little sister of yours, with her innocent airs!
LUCIE. Don’t accuse her. Don’t.
BRIGNAC. I really cannot compliment her! I’m nicely repaid for all I’ve done for her, and you may thank her from me for her gratitude.
LUCIE. Oh, don’t be angry.
BRIGNAC. Well, if you are able to hear news like this perfectly calmly, you are certainly endowed with unusual self-control.
LUCIE. It was the child’s innocence that made the thing possible.