Mouzon. That's all right; control yourself.
Yanetta. Yes, Monsieur.
Mouzon. We'll put that on one side for the moment.
Yanetta. Yes, Monsieur.
Mouzon. Now your husband—
Yanetta. Yes, Monsieur.
Mouzon [with great sincerity] You will have need of all your courage, my poor woman. Your husband is guilty.
Yanetta. It's impossible! It's impossible!
Mouzon [with great sincerity] He has not confessed it, but he is on the point of doing so. I myself know what happened that night after he left your house—witnesses have told me.
Yanetta. No! No! My God, my God! Witnesses? What witnesses? It isn't true!