Françoise. Poor Marcel! And you went to see her and try to prevent her going away with him?
Marcel. My foolishness was well punished. She wouldn't receive me.
Françoise. Then I am the only one left who loves you? How happy I am!
Marcel. I'll kill that love some day with my ridiculous philandering!
Françoise [gravely]. I defy you!
Marcel [playfully]. Then I no longer have the right to provoke Monsieur Guérin? Now?
Françoise [gayly]. You are growing old, Lovelace, his wife has deceived you!
Marcel [lovingly]. Françoise' luck! [Sadly.] Married!
[Curtain.]