René. Excuse me, Uncle; don't stand there before the little window.
Féliat. Beg pardon. I didn't know.
René. I haven't a moment.
Féliat. I've never seen you so busy. At your office they say you're a lazy dog.
Madame Guéret. Probably René has more taste for the stage than for business.
René [laughing] Rather! [To Lucienne] Now, it's time. Come. Lift it. Not yet! There! Now!
Lucienne [speaking through the guichet] "If you want food and drink, you must do like those old women you despise—you must spin."
René. Capital!
Lucienne [to Féliat] Please forgive me, Monsieur, I've not had time to speak to you.
Féliat. Why, it's Mademoiselle Lucienne, Thérèse's friend, who came and stayed in the holidays! Fancy my not recognizing you!