Guéret. You think you have only to ask for work and it will fall from the skies!
Thérèse. I have a few dollars in my purse which will keep me until I have found something.
Féliat. Your purse will be empty before you've made a cent.
Thérèse. I'm sure it won't.
Guéret. Now, my dear, you're tired, and nervous, and upset. You can't look at things calmly. We can talk about this again to-morrow.
Thérèse. Yes, godpapa. But I shan't have changed my mind.
Madame Guéret. I know you have a strong will of your own.
Féliat. Let us talk sensibly and reasonably. You propose to live all alone in Paris. Good. Where will you live?
Thérèse. I shall hire a little flat—or a room somewhere.
Madame Guéret. Like a workgirl.