[Marcel puts the letter in his pocket. A pause.]
Marcel [hesitating before he leaves; aside]. She's a darling; a perfect little darling.
Françoise. Then you're not going out?
Marcel [surprised]. Do you want to send me away?
Françoise. If you're going out to lunch, you had better hurry—the train leaves in a few minutes.
Marcel [suddenly affectionate]. How can I hurry when you are so charming? You're adorable this morning!
Françoise. D'you think so?
[A pause.]
Marcel [aside]. Curious, but every time I have a rendezvous, she is like that!
Françoise. Good-by, then; I've had enough of you! If you stay you'll upset all my plans. I'd quite made up my mind to be melancholy and lonely. It's impossible to be either gay or sad with you! Run along!