Vincent. I ain't so damned sure about that! Good-afternoon.
Thérèse. Good-afternoon.
He goes out.
Lucienne. You've made an enemy, my dear.
Thérèse. I don't care as long as I'm able to prevent women being driven to work to pay for their husbands' idleness and drunkenness.
Féliat and Guéret come in. Lucienne goes out.
Féliat. Tell me, Mademoiselle, if there was a strike here, could you count upon your workwomen?
Thérèse. I'm sure I could.
Féliat. Are you certain none of them would go back on you?