Madame Guéret. But he's very rich.
Féliat. He's forty-nine.
Madame Guéret. She'll have to take what she can get now.
Féliat. And I think that Monsieur Beaudoin——
Guéret. But he's almost a cripple!
Madame Guéret. She wouldn't do so well in Paris.
Guéret. She wouldn't look at either of them.
Féliat. We must try and make her see reason.
René enters busily. Lucienne follows him. Féliat is standing across the guichet through which Barberine is to speak. René pulls him away without ceremony.