Nanette. A calm, you say?
Robert. Yes, like a hand pressed over my heart.
Nanette. But you seemed happier, Monsieur Robert.
Robert. I am happier, Nanette. [He goes toward back.] I am going.
[He goes out at center. Nanette watches him dumbfounded. She then gets the black box, carefully puts away her keepsakes, and takes the box out center, returning almost at the same time that Diane Bertral enters. Diane Bertral is a beautiful woman of about twenty-eight. She is nervous and ill at ease, almost hysterical.]
Diane. Does Madame le Bargy live here?
Nanette. Yes, she does. Where can Julie be? Did the maid let you in?
Diane. No, the gentleman who just went out ... he left the door open for me. He evidently thought I was a friend.
Nanette. Did you want to see Madame le Bargy?
Diane. Yes, very much. Could I see her, do you think?