Mme. Mercadet
I have seen him—I have spoken to him. It was I who saw him first.
Mercadet (aside) De la Brive has won her over! What a man he is! (To Mme. Mercadet, low) Good, my dear wife, good! You will be our salvation.
Mme. Mercadet
But you don't understand me, it is really he, it is—
Mercadet (in a low voice)
Hush! (Aloud) I must—gentlemen—I must go and welcome him.
Mme. Mercadet No—wait, wait a little, my dear; poor Godeau has overtaxed his strength—scarcely had he reached my apartment when fatigue, excitement and a nervous attack overcame him—
Mercadet
Really! (Aside) How well she does it!
Violette
Poor Godeau!
Mme. Mercadet "Madame," he said to me, "go and see your husband. Bring me back his pardon; I do not wish to see him face to face, until I have repaired the past."
Goulard
That was fine.
Pierquin
It was sublime.