Julie (kissing him)
Dear papa!
Mercadet And you must marry M. de la Brive. Instead of living on a fourth floor in a suburb, you will have a fine house in the Chaussee-d'Antin, and, if you are not the wife of a Minister, you perhaps will be the wife of a peer of France. I am sorry, my daughter, that I have no more to offer you. Remember, you can have no choice in the matter, for M. Minard is going to give you up.
Julie
Oh! he will never do that, papa. He will win your heart—
Mme. Mercadet
My dear, suppose he loves her?
Mercadet
He is deceiving her—
Julie
I shouldn't mind being always deceived in that way.
(A bell is heard without.)
Mme. Mercadet
Some one is ringing, and we have no one to open the door.
Mercadet
That is all right. Let them ring.
Mme. Mercadet
I am all the time thinking that Godeau may return.