JACQUES. Good-day, Albert.
[Exit Albert.
HENRIETTE. Thank goodness, we're rid of him!
JACQUES. [Sympathetically.] Tell me all about it.
HENRIETTE. [Sits down on sofa, inviting Jacques by a gesture to do the same. He sits beside her.] That man invented the most abominable things about me; criticised me to my face!
JACQUES. He did!
HENRIETTE. It was so ridiculous—makes me sick to think about it.
JACQUES. My dear Henriette, don't think about it. Albert must have behaved like a brute to make you so angry.
HENRIETTE. Yes, don't you think so? You think I'm right?
JACQUES. [Loyally.] Of course I do.