Françoise. About my great happiness!
Guérin [ironically]. Let us speak about your—existence—with which you are so content. I must know all the happiness of this house!
Françoise. Happy people never have anything to say.
Guérin. You never have troubles, I presume?
Françoise. None, so far.
Guérin. But what might happen? To-day you are living peacefully with Marcel, a man whose marriage was, it seems, strongly opposed. Life owes you no more than it has already given you.
Françoise. My happiness is complete. I had never imagined that a man's goodness could make a woman so happy!
Guérin. Goodness?
Françoise. Of course!
Guérin. Love, you mean Madame!