Catialéna. Well, sir, I swear I won't tell you the rest of it.
Vagret. No one's asking you to. Be off.
Catialéna. I knew the master would be angry. [She turns to go]
Catialéna. Yes, Madame?
Madame Vagret. Really now, you don't know what Biribi means?
Catialéna. No, Madame, I swear I don't.
Madame Vagret. That's all right. There's the bell—go and see who it is. [Catialéna goes] I shall give that woman a week's notice, and no later than to-morrow.
Vagret. But really—
Catialéna [returning] If you please, sir, it's Monsieur Delorme.