Madame Nérisse. You mean that your future tenants don't want their young ladies to have our example before them.
Monsieur Mafflu. No! That's just what they don't. Having independent sort of people like you about makes 'em uneasy. For me, you know, I wouldn't bother about it—only—of course you don't see it this way, but you're odd—off the common somehow. You make one feel queer.
Madame Nérisse. But there are plenty of women who work.
Monsieur Mafflu. Oh, common women, yes; oh, that's all right.
Madame Nérisse. If you have children, they have nurses and governesses.
Monsieur Mafflu. Oh, those. They work, of course. They work for me, that's quite different. But you—What bothers these ladies, Madame Mafflu and all the others, is that you're in our own class. As for me I stick to the old saying, "Woman's place is the home."
Madame Nérisse. But there are women who have got no home.
Monsieur Mafflu. That's their own fault.
Madame Nérisse. Very often it's not at all their own fault. Where are they to go? Into the streets?
Monsieur Mafflu. I know, I know. There's all that. Still women can work without being feminists.