Madame Perrichon. Phrase-making in a railway station!
Perrichon. I am not making phrases.... I’m improving the child’s mind. (Drawing a little notebook from his pocket.) Here, my daughter, is a notebook I’ve bought for you.
Henriette. For what purpose?
Perrichon. To write on one side the expenses, and on the other the impressions.
Henriette. What impressions?
Perrichon. Our impressions of the trip! You shall write, and I will dictate.
Madame Perrichon. What! You are now going to become an author?
Perrichon. There’s no question of my becoming an author ... but it seems to me that a man of the world can have some thoughts and record them in a notebook!
Madame Perrichon. That will be fine, indeed!
Perrichon. (Aside.) She is like that every time she doesn’t take her coffee!