Mrs. Deschappelles.
[Turning sharply round and observing Mrs. Melnotte for the first time.] I beg your pardon?
[Icily.
Mrs. Melnotte.
[Bravely.] I said no one could have a better husband than Claude.
Mrs. Deschappelles.
[Dumbfounded, appealing to Pauline.] Who—who is this person?
Pauline.
[Nervously.] I think you have met before, mother. This is Mrs. Melnotte.
Mrs. Deschappelles.