Baroness--I don't doubt it.
Marquis--But you are right in wanting to marry again.
Baroness--Who says I want to?
Marquis--Ah! you don't treat me as a friend. I deserve your confidence all the more for understanding you as if you had given it. The aid of a sorcerer is not to be despised, Baroness.
Baroness [sitting down by the table]--Prove your sorcery.
Marquis [sitting down opposite]--Willingly! Give me your hand.
Baroness [removing her glove]--You'll give it back again.
Marquis--And help you dispose of it, which is more. [Examining her hand.] You are beautiful, rich, and a widow.
Baroness--I could believe myself at Mademoiselle Lenormand's!
Marquis--While it is so easy, not to say tempting, for you to lead a brilliant, frivolous life, you have chosen a rôle almost austere with its irreproachable morals.