Madame Nérisse. Have you any idea what you mean by "feminist"?
Monsieur Mafflu. Not very clear. I know the people I live among don't know everything. I grant you all that. But Woman Free! Woman Free! Madame Mafflu wants to know what liberty—or what liberties—singular or plural; do you take me?—ha! ha! There might be questions asked.
Madame Nérisse [laughing] You must do me the honor of introducing me to Madame Mafflu. She must be an interesting woman. I'll go and see her.
Monsieur Mafflu. Oh, do! But not on a Wednesday.
Madame Nérisse. Why not?
Monsieur Mafflu. 'Cos Wednesday's her day.
Madame Nérisse [gayly] I must give it up, then, as I'm free only on Wednesdays.
Monsieur Mafflu. I should like her to see for herself how nice you are. Her friends have been talking to her. They thought that you—well—they say feminist women are like the women were in the time of the Commune. They said perhaps you'd even go on a deputation!
Madame Nérisse. You wouldn't approve of that?
Monsieur Mafflu. Oh, talkin' of that, one of my friends has an argument nobody can answer. "Let these women," he says, "let 'em do their military service."