René. Where is Mademoiselle Thérèse? She'll keep the stage waiting! [Listening] No, she's coming, I hear her. Nice fright she's given me! [To Madame Guéret] Above all, Madame, don't forget the bell, almost the moment that Mademoiselle Thérèse comes off the stage.
Madame Guéret. Yes, yes.
René. And my properties! [He runs out]
Féliat. Now we can talk for a minute.
Féliat. You've quite made up your minds to come to Evreux?
Guéret. Quite.
Féliat. Are you sure you won't regret Paris?
Madame Guéret. Oh, no.
Guéret. For the last two years I've hated Paris.