MARTINEL [seated R.]
What shall we do now? What are we going to say? What explanations can we give?
LÉON
Let me manage it. It is only right that I should do it since I brought about this marriage.
MARTINEL [rises]
Well, I'd dearly love to be forty-eight hours older. [Rising.] I confess I do not like these love tragedies, and moreover the fact of the child entering into the case is awful. What is going to become of that poor little mortal? We cannot send him to the foundling asylum. [Enter Gilberte L.] Gilberte!
SCENE X.
Gilberte has removed her marriage robes, and now wears a handsome house gown. She carries an opera cloak, which she throws over a chair neat the door.