Madame Nérisse. Well then?
Thérèse. You can't marry upon that.
Madame Nérisse. Have you absolutely made up your mind?
Thérèse. Absolutely.
Madame Nérisse. I think you're making a mistake. I think it all the more because this chance comes just at a time—well, you'll understand what I mean when I've told you something that I have to say to you as manageress of Woman Free. It's this. You know that in spite of all we could do we've had to hunt about for more capital. We've found some, but we've had to submit to very severe conditions. The most important is that they insist upon a stringent cutting down of expenses. Instead of coming out every week, Woman Free will be a fortnightly in future, and we've been obliged to consent to reducing the salaries of the contributors in proportion.
Thérèse. How much will they be reduced?
Madame Nérisse. In proportion I tell you. They'll be cut down by one half.
Thérèse. And I shall not have enough to live upon even in the simplest way.
Madame Nérisse. That was exactly what I said to them. And the work will not be the same.
Thérèse. My work will not be the same?