Nanette. I know it. There are many women as well fitted for your post as you—better fitted, in fact.
Robert. Oh, surely not. I have had the experience of years. I love my work so. I love my little people.
Nanette. You have made a pleasure out of what should be only your duty. It isn't the poor who couldn't get along without you, Monsieur Robert. It's you who couldn't get along without the poor.
Robert. Well, are we all to live merely to do our duty? Is that what the Germans are going to teach us—to be machines like themselves?
Nanette. I suppose after all, you are better off where you are.
Robert. How do you mean, Nanette?
Nanette. You are more of a woman than a man after all.
Robert. You were always bitter against me, Nanette.
Nanette. You were always superior with me, because I was not beautiful like Madame nor young like Maurice.
Robert. How did you say she was, Nanette?