(Going to the bed and kissing Mademoiselle Hortense.) Aunt, my dear aunt, is it really you?
Achille
(Going to the bed.) Do you know me, aunt? I am Achille, your nephew, Achille.
Léontine
And me, auntie? I am your old niece Léontine.
Valentine
And me, my dear godmother, do you know me? I am little Valentine, to whom you left all your silver.
Gustave
She’s smiling.
Achille