Thérèse. Please don't say any more, I quite understand.
Féliat. Then I may trust you?
Thérèse. You may trust me.
Féliat [fatherly and approving] Thank you. [He holds out his hand] Thérèse, you're—well—you're splendid. I like courage. I wish you success with all my heart. I really wish you success. But if, in the future, you should want a friend—the very strongest may find themselves in that position—let me be that friend.
Thérèse [taking the hand which Féliat holds out to her] I'm grateful, very grateful, Monsieur. Thank you. But I hope I shall be able to earn my own living. That is all I want.
Féliat. I wish you every success. Good-bye, Mademoiselle.
Thérèse. Good-bye, Monsieur. [He goes out. She crosses to another door and brings in Madame Nérisse] How good of you to come, dear Madame. Too bad you should have the trouble.
Madame Nérisse. Nonsense, my dear. I wanted to come. I'm so anxious to show you these two photographs and consult you about which we're to publish. I expected to find you very tired.
Thérèse. I am not the least tired, and I'm delighted to see you.
Madame Nérisse [showing Thérèse the photographs] This is more brilliant, that's more dreamy. I like this one. What do you think?