Young Man [getting up, x to Center. Jumps up and runs to the Artist]. Sir! Sir! This is unheard of. You've been drawing this lady all the time. She is a respectable lady, do you understand? For all you know she may be my wife.
Artist [phlegmatically]. More than that—for all I know she may be your mother.
Young Man [stammering]. My dear sir—I must call you to account—what do you mean by—
Artist. Why are you so excited? Isn't it a good likeness?
Young Man [confused]. Of course, it's a good likeness, that is—I ask you, sir, how dare you to draw a picture of my bride?
Townsman. These young people are quarreling. You always bring me to places like this. We can never go out together but there's a scandal.
Cocotte [who has drawn near and is examining the drawing]. I like that. I'd like to own the drawing.
Artist. My dear lady, if it would give you any pleasure....
Cocotte. I couldn't think of taking it. [To the boy.] Buy me the picture. Sweetheart, will you buy it for me?
Young Man. I don't think much of it. You are far, far prettier.