HENRIETTE. [Coming down L. to table.] Not now! Please, Jacques. [Exit.]
JACQUES. I can't leave it that way. I am the husband who will make her happy. But how? That is the question. [Pause.] Ah, Albert!
[Enter Albert. He shakes hands with Jacques.
ALBERT. How are you, rival?
JACQUES. [Gravely.] My friend, we are no longer rivals.
ALBERT. How's that?
JACQUES. I have just had a talk with Henriette; she refuses to marry either one of us.
ALBERT. Did she mention me?
JACQUES. Casually.
[Both sit down, Albert on sofa, Jacques on chair near it.