Madeleine. Elsewhere!
Marcel. Where? Here, in my house?
Madeleine. My dear, he may want to tell you how he feels.
[A pause.]
Marcel [aside, troubled]. The devil! And Françoise? [Another pause.] Oh, a duel! Well, I ought to risk my life for you; you have done the same thing for me many times.
Madeleine. Oh, I was not so careful as you were then.
Marcel. You are not telling me everything, Madeleine. What put it into your husband's head to look through your papers?
Madeleine. Ah!
Marcel. Well, evidently I couldn't have excited his jealousy. For a long time he has had no reason to suspect me! Were they my letters he was looking for?
Madeleine. That is my affair!