PRES. You confess it. Most extraordinary.
MME. TUPIN. What does that prove?
PRES. Your eldest daughter is on the streets and one of your sons has been sent to prison for a year for theft. Is that true?
TUPIN. Possibly.
PRES. Not quite so insolent now. I congratulate you. We will proceed. You took your wife to an abortionist. Why?
TUPIN. Because I considered that bringing seven miserable little devils into the world was enough.
PRES. If you had continued to be the honest and laborious workman that you once were you might have had another child, without that child being necessarily a miserable little devil.
MME. TUPIN. That isn’t true.
TUPIN. No, monsieur. After four it’s impossible.
PRES. I don’t understand you.