Madeleine. You are as handsome as ever.
Marcel. I can say no less for you.
Madeleine. I'm only twenty-eight.
Marcel. But your husband is fifty: that keeps you young. How long have you been back?
Madeleine. A week.
Marcel. And I haven't seen Guérin yet!
Madeleine. There's no hurry.
Marcel. What's the matter?
Madeleine. He's a bit worried: you know how jealous he is! Well, yesterday, when I was out, he went through all my private papers—
Marcel. Naturally he came across some letters.