Nanette. You will find her greatly changed.
Robert. I wanted to come to her as soon as she came, from Aix les Bains. When she went to recover the body.
Nanette [in a tone of deep feeling]. Yes, when we went hoping to find Maurice.
Robert [softly]. Tell me about his death.
Nanette. There were terrible days in which we could learn nothing certain. Several times they gave up hope. What hope! It only made certainty more unbearable.
Robert. They found him at last.
Nanette. Yes, they found Maurice.
Robert. The French. That was good.
Nanette. No, the Germans.
Robert. But Madame wrote me....