Guéret. Afterwards?
Thérèse. How long would that last?
Guéret. Until you marry.
Thérèse. I shall never marry.
Guéret. Why not?
Thérèse [very gently] Oh, godfather, you know why not. I have no money. [A silence] So I'm going to try and get work.
Féliat. Work! Now, Thérèse, you know what women are like who try to earn their own living. You think you can support yourself. How?
Thérèse. Perhaps I'm mistaken, but I think I can support myself by my pen.
Féliat. Be a bluestocking?
Thérèse. Yes.