Of course, and this is all nonsense—literature. Explain it to her, He.
He
[Takes on a meditative air]: Yes, you are right, Briquet.
Briquet
You see, dear, silly woman—everybody agrees....
Mancini
Oh! Briquet, you make me sick; you are an absolute despot, an Asiatic.
Zinida
[With the shadow of a smile, gives her hand to be kissed]: Calm yourself, Louis. It is over—I am going home. [She stands up, shaking, still chilled.]
Briquet