Saint Yves! There is bread!
[Yvette takes from the table a loaf of bread and
throws it to Séraphine, who springs upon it like a
famished wolf.
Ah—h—h!
[Setting her teeth in the loaf.
[Yvette, about to lay her hand upon another round of
bread, sees the fan lying upon the cloth. She leaves
the bread and takes up the fan. It opens in her hand.
Yvette