Françoise. Really? Then you believe everything you write?
Guérin. Yes, Madame.
Françoise. Take care! This morning I was re-reading one of your letters, in which you promised me your heartiest support. [Offering him her hand.] Then we're friends, are we not?
Guérin [after hesitating, takes her hand]. Good friends, Madame!
Françoise. Word of honor?
Guérin. Word of honor!
Françoise [sitting]. Then I'll stay. Sit down, and let's talk. [Guérin is uncertain.] We have so much to say to each other! Let's talk about you first.
Guérin [forced to sit down]. About me? But I—
Françoise. Yes, about you.
Guérin [quickly]. No, about your happiness, your welfare.