Madame Guéret. That means a Bohemian life, with everything upside down, and a cigarette always between your lips.
Thérèse [laughing] Neither Bohemia, nor the upside down, nor the cigarette are indispensable, godmother. Your information is neither firsthand nor up-to-date.
Féliat. In a month's time you'll want to give it up.
Thérèse. Under those circumstances there's no harm in letting me make the experiment.
Guéret. Now, my dear child, don't you know that even with your cleverness you may have to wait years before you make a penny. I've been an editor. I know what I'm talking about.
Madame Guéret. She's made up her mind, there's no use saying any more.
Féliat. But I want to talk to her now. Will you be so good as to listen to me, Mademoiselle Thérèse? [To Madame Guéret] I wonder if I might be allowed to have a few minutes with her alone.
Madame Guéret. Most willingly.
Guéret [to his wife] Come, Marguerite.
Madame Guéret. It's no use making up your mind to the worst in these days; life always keeps a surprise for you. Let's go. [She goes out with her husband]