Vagret. Rosa, that's unjust.
Madame Vagret [painfully excited] I know it—but it does me good!
Enter Catialéna.
Catialéna. Madame, where shall I put the parcel we took from the linen-closet this morning?
Madame Vagret. What parcel?
Catialéna. The parcel—you know, Madame—when we were arranging the things in the linen-closet.
Madame Vagret [suddenly] Oh—yes, yes. Take it to my room.
Catialéna. Where shall I put it there?
Madame Vagret. Oh well, put it down here. I will put it away myself.
Catialéna. Very good, Madame. [She leaves the room]