Baroness--You are dreaming.
Marquis--What I say is true. That's why serious societies always rally in the parlor of a woman, sometimes clever, sometimes beautiful. You are both, Madame: judge then of your power!
Baroness--You are too complimentary: your cause must be detestable.
Marquis--If it was good I could win it for myself.
Baroness--Come, tell me, tell me.
Marquis--Well, then: we must choose an orator to the Chamber for our Campaign against the University. I want them to choose--
Baroness--Monsieur Maréchal?
Marquis--You are right.
Baroness--Do you really think so, Marquis? Monsieur Maréchal?
Marquis--Yes, I know. But we don't need a bolt of eloquence, since we'll furnish the address. Maréchal reads well enough, I assure you.