Marcel. You are not happy now.
Françoise. I didn't marry for happiness; I married in order to have you.
Marcel. I'm a fool! It would be nice, wouldn't it, if I were an unfaithful husband!
Françoise. I'm sure you will never be that.
Marcel. Do you really think so?
Françoise. I am positive. What would be the use in deceiving me? I should be so unhappy, and you wouldn't be a bit happier.
Marcel. You are right.
Françoise. No, you will not deceive me. To begin with, I have great luck.
Marcel [gayly]. Of course, you have; you don't know how much!
Françoise [coquettishly]. Tell me!