LUCIE. Listen—Then you drive Annette from your house?
BRIGNAC. I don’t drive her from my house. I beg her to go elsewhere.
LUCIE. I shall go with her.
BRIGNAC. You mean, leave me?
LUCIE. Yes.
BRIGNAC. Then you don’t love me.
LUCIE. No.
BRIGNAC. Ah! Here’s another story. Since when?
LUCIE. I never loved you.
BRIGNAC. You married me.