Thérèse [speaking through the little window] "My lady says, as you will not spin, you cannot sup. She thinks you are not hungry, and I wish you good-night." [She closes the little window and says gayly] Good-evening, Monsieur Féliat.
René. Now then, come along. You go on in one minute.
Thérèse [to Féliat] I'll come back soon.
She goes out.
René [to Madame Guéret] Now, Madame, you, Quick, Madame!
Madame Guéret. Yes, yes. All right.
She plays a flourish of trumpets on the piano.
René. Splendid!
Madame Guéret. Ouf! It's over. At last we can have peace! If she's such a fool as to refuse both these men—
Guéret [interrupting] She won't refuse, you may be sure.