Guéret. We can wait until the play is over.
Madame Guéret. So like you! You don't care a bit about what my brother has to tell us. Who'd ever believe this is all your fault! [To her brother] What is it?
Féliat. I have seen the lawyer. Your goddaughter will have to sign this power of attorney so that it may get to Lyons to-morrow morning.
Guéret [who has glanced at the paper] But we can't get her to sign that without telling her all about it.
Madame Guéret. Well, goodness me, she'll have to know sometime! I must say I cannot understand the way you've kept this dreadful thing from her. It's pure sentimentality.
Guéret. The poor child!
Madame Guéret. You really are ridiculous. One would think that it was only her money the lawyer took. It's gone, of course; but so is ours.
Guéret. We still have La Tremblaye.
Madame Guéret. Yes, thank goodness, because La Tremblaye belongs to me.
René comes in in great excitement.