Diane [going up to her curiously]. Who are you?
Nanette [drawing herself up, showing the utmost contempt, hatred and fear of Diane]. Who are you?
Diane. My name is Diane Bertral.
Nanette. Who are you?
Diane. Just that.
Nanette [as before]. I see.
Diane [passionately]. Madame, listen to me....
Nanette. Mademoiselle....
Diane. Mademoiselle—are you—Nanette?
Nanette [who seems to grow small with dread]. Those who know me well call me that.