Shall I go now?
MARIE.
After you have made the coffee. I'll serve it myself. [Exit Theresa.] These flowers are an insult! I need not tell you, Max, that I have given no one the shadow of an excuse for such a thing.
MAX.
I'm very sure of that.
MARIE.
And papa was so angry. He simply stormed. And I was quiet because I suspected it was you. If he got hold of the poor fellow, it would go hard with him.
MAX.
Do you think it would be any better if I got hold of him?