Papa, look!
He takes his hand out of the bandage and straightens it quickly. Then he puts it back just as quickly. Emil Grelieu threatens him with his finger. Jeanne puts the screen aside, and the bed is already in order.
JEANNE
I am through now. Maurice, come to the bathroom. I'll wash you.
MAURICE
Oh, no; under no circumstances. I'll wash myself today. Last night I washed myself with my left hand and it was very fine.
Walking over to the open window.
How nasty it is. These scoundrels have spoiled the day. Still, it is warm and there is the smell of flowers. It's good, papa; it is very fine.
EMIL GRELIEU
Yes, it is pleasant.