Guérin. My wife—deceived me!
Françoise. Oh! [A pause.] Marcel—
Guérin. Your happiness is in no danger! Yesterday I found some old letters, in a desk—old letters—that was all! You weren't his wife at the time. It's ancient history.
Françoise [aside]. Who knows?
Guérin. Forgive me, Madame; your troubles remind me of my own. When you told of the happiness you still have to give, I couldn't help thinking of what I had lost!
Françoise. So you have come to fight a duel with my husband?
Guérin. Madame—
Françoise. You are going to fight him? Answer me.
Guérin. My life is a wreck now—I must—
Françoise. I don't ask you to forget; Monsieur—