Not as yet, true, but perhaps you will say it before very long, for I am beginning to understand you. You are an assumed man-hater and nothing else. You have been unhappy in your married life and that has embittered you—just as milk may turn upon its surface, but at the bottom of the churn there is butter of fine quality.
MME. DE RONCHARD [frowns]
What a comparison!—milk—butter—pshaw! how vulgar!
PETITPRÉ
But Clarisse—
MARTINEL
Here is your daughter.