Marcel [disarmed]. You—you're trying to appeal to my vanity!
Françoise. I am hardly in the mood for joking.
Marcel [tenderly, as he kneels at her feet]. But you make me say things like that—I don't know what! I am not bad—really bad! No, I have not deceived you! I love you, and only you! You! You know that, Françoise! Ask—ask any woman! All women!
[A pause.]
Françoise [smiling through her tears]. Best of husbands! You're not going out then? You'll stay?
Marcel [in Françoise's arms]. Can I go now, now that I'm here? You are so pretty that I—
Françoise. Not when I'm in trouble.
Marcel. Don't cry!
Françoise. I forgive you!
Marcel. Wait, I haven't confessed everything.