(He sees Jacqueline.)
You’re not in bed yet?
(He rises and goes to her.)
Sleeping? Poor Jacqueline!
After the Mass in Notre Dame I said:
“Go home—don’t see your friends—you’ll drink too much——
You know that Jacqueline, your wife, will weep.
Not home on Christmas Eve would be too bad.”
And yet I went to the inn——
(A pause.)