Host. Why the deuce do you keep on shouting at me like that? Because you've picked up with her once more?
Henri. Hold your tongue—she became my wife yesterday.
Host. Your ...? (To Léocadie. ) Is he joking?
Léocadie. He has really married me. Yes.
Host. Then I congratulate you.... I say, Scaevola, Jules, Henri is married.
Scaevola (comes to the front). I wish you joy (winks at Léocadie).
[Jules shakes hands with them both.]
Grain (to Host). Ah! How strange! I saw that woman—a few minutes after I was let out.
Host. What do you mean?
Grain. She was the first pretty woman I'd seen for two years. I was very moved. But it was another gentleman with whom— (Goes on speaking to Host. )