Madame Cogé. What do you think of my trick?
Lamblin. Detestable as well as dangerous.
Madame Cogé. Come, come. I wanted to go to the Bouffes, and I wanted you to go with me. It's nine o'clock, but we'll be in time for the principal play.
Lamblin. No, no, no, impossible. And what do you mean by falling upon me this way without warning! My dear Mathilde, what were you thinking about?
Madame Cogé. I decided this morning. You were so nice yesterday!
Lamblin. You must go at once! What if some one found you here?
Madame Cogé. Your wife? Quick, then, we must be going. Take your hat, say good-by. I'll wait for you downstairs. I have a cab. [A pause.]
Lamblin. I tell you, it's out of the question. Go alone. I have a headache—I've smoked too much.
Madame Cogé. You refuse? And I was looking forward so—!
Lamblin. Now, listen to me, my dear: I have told you once for all, I'm not a rounder. I like everything well regulated. I have my own little habits, and I don't like something to come along and upset everything. I'm very much of a family man, I've often impressed that fact upon you, and I'm astonished, perfectly astonished, that you don't take that into account.