AUBIN
Count de Givors, I present you my wife.
MARIE (who, since her husband's entrance has had eyes only for him,
mechanically)
Sir. (leaping after a fashion on his neck) Ah, my friend. Why, why,
you are wounded.
AUBIN It's nothing. A bullet that they'll quickly extract from me. And then, right? as soon as my wound is dressed on our way to Paris? By the way, you know, Peltier has nothing.
MARIE (literally superb)
Who cares?
(Silence)
AUBIN (immensely joyful)
Huh?
OFFICER (to both)
Excuse me. (he withdraws after having bowed, escorted out by both)
AUBIN (to his wife)
Explain yourself, Marie.
(Peltier enters)
MARIE (to Peltier)
Sir. Say if you have ever had the right to call yourself my lover?