“That isn’t right, monsieur,” she said; “you haven’t studied your part; you don’t know a word of it.”
“But, madame, I am not talking about our play.”
“What’s that, monsieur! didn’t we agree to rehearse?”
“No; I have a bad memory.”
“Then you refuse to listen to me?”
“On the contrary, but give me my cue.”
“You have known a long while that I love you, that I adore you.”
“I know that all that is in your part, but you ought to say it differently.”
“I see, madame, that you take pleasure in tormenting me.”