Françoise. Three years.
Guérin. So many things have happened since!
Françoise. You find him a married man, for one thing—
Guérin. Happily married!
Françoise. Yes, happily!
Guérin. Dear old Marcel! I'll be so glad to see him!
Françoise. I see you haven't forgotten my husband, Monsieur. Thank you!
Guérin. How can I help admiring so stout and loyal a heart as his!
Françoise. You'll have to like me, too!
Guérin. I already do.