Severine. Who was the woman?
Rosalie. Alas, Madame knows her better than I!
Severine. It is some one whom I know?
Rosalie. Yes.
Severine. Not one of those women?—
Rosalie. It is one of your intimate friends, of the best social position.
Severine. Valentine? Bertha? No.—The Baroness?
Rosalie. The Countess Sylvanie.
Severine. She? Impossible! She stayed here, with me, until at least nine o’clock. We dined alone together.
Rosalie. She was making sure that you didn’t suspect anything.