Françoise [incredulously]. Where are you going? To get him to fight with you?
Marcel [returning to her; angrily]. How can I, now? After what you have done, it would be absurd. Why the devil did you have to mix yourself up in something that doesn't concern you? I was only looking for a chance to fight that duel!
Françoise. Looking for a chance?
Marcel. Oh, I—
Françoise. Why?
Marcel [between his teeth]. That's my affair! Everybody has his enemies—his insults to avenge. It was a very good thing that gentleman didn't happen across my path!
Françoise. How dare you recall what he has been generous enough to forget?
Marcel. How do you know that I haven't a special reason for fighting this duel? A legitimate reason, that must be concealed from you?
Françoise. You are mistaken, dear: I guess that reason perfectly.
Marcel. Really?