Guérin [startled back into reality]. Me, help you? I? [Aside.] No!
Françoise. You spoke of your friendship. The time has come, prove that it is genuine!
Guérin. Madame, why did I ever see you? Why did I listen to you?
Françoise. What have you to regret?
Guérin. Nothing, Madame, nothing.
Françoise. Explain yourself, Monsieur. You—you make me afraid!
Guérin [trying to calm her suspicions]. Don't cry like that! There is no reason why you should behave that way! Your husband doesn't love you as he ought, but he does love you. You are jealous, that's what's troubling you. But for that matter, why should he deceive you? That would be too unjust.
Françoise [excited]. Too unjust! You are right, Monsieur! No matter how cynical, how blasé a man may be, isn't it his duty, his sacred duty, to say to himself, "I have found a good and true woman in this world of deceptions; she is a woman who adores me, who is only too ready to invent any excuse for me! She bears my name and honors it; no matter what I do, she is always true, of that I am positive. I am always foremost in her thoughts, and I shall be her only love." When a man can say all that, Monsieur, isn't that real, true happiness?
Guérin [sobbing]. Yes—that is happiness!
Françoise. You are crying! [A pause.]