Thérèse. Not for you, perhaps. But I made up my mind not to think about a certain thing until it was three o'clock. I stuck to it—almost—not very easily. Well, my dear, three o'clock to-day is a most solemn hour in my life.
Lucienne. You don't say so!
Thérèse. I do. Lucienne, I am so happy. I don't know how I can have deserved to be as happy as I am.
Lucienne. Good gracious, what's happened in the last five minutes?
Thérèse. I'll tell you. One hour ago René arrived at Evreux. He's come back from Tunis. Come back a success and a somebody. And now—
Vincent, a workman, comes in.
Vincent. Good-morning, Mademoiselle Thérèse. I want a word with you, because it's you who engages—
Thérèse. Not the workmen.
Vincent. I know. But it's about a woman, about my wife.
Thérèse [sharply] Your wife? But I don't want your wife.