Cha. (aside). So much the worse. I, madam, am a bachelor, and I’m going to Baden. Where may you be going?
Luc. A long way off, sir.
Cha. To—
Luc. To rejoin my husband, naturally.
Cha. By the way, madam, do you love your husband?
Luc. Excuse me, sir, but, if you don’t mind, we’ll change the conversation.
Cha. Whatever pleases you, madam, pleases me. (Pause.) A charming hotel, madam, is this Golden Lion. So well furnished, so well decorated! My goodness me! it gives me the inclination to set fire to the place.
Luc. If you’ve any such intentions, sir, pray remember that I’m in the hotel.
Cha. Very good; only just remember, that, in not setting fire to the hotel, I’m saving your life. (A pause.) By the way, madam, now I come to think of it, you do not love your husband.
Luc. Sir!