Madame Nérisse. Well, you tell him that if men make wars, women make soldiers; and get killed at that work too, sometimes.
Monsieur Mafflu [after reflecting for some moments] I'll tell him, but he won't understand.
Madame Nérisse. Well, no matter. I won't detain you any longer, Monsieur Mafflu.
Monsieur Mafflu. Oh! Madame. I should like to stay and talk to you for hours.
Madame Nérisse [laughing] You're too kind.
Monsieur Mafflu. Then you forgive me?
Madame Nérisse [going to the door with him] What would one not forgive you?
Monsieur Mafflu [turning back] I say—
Madame Nérisse. No, no. Good-bye, Monsieur.
Monsieur Mafflu. Good-bye, Madame.