Host. Oh!
Henri. As I love. I want to be alone with her—that's the only way ... that's the only way, Léocadie, of forgetting everything. But then we shall be happier than human beings have ever been before. We shall have children; you will be a good mother, Léocadie, and a true wife. All the past, all the past will be blotted out. (Great pause.)
Léocadie. 'Tis getting late, Henri. I must go to the theatre. Farewell, Prosper; I am glad at last to have seen your famous den, the place where Henri scores such triumphs.
Host. But why did you never come?
Léocadie. Henri would not let me—because I should have to sit next to the young men, you know.
Henri (has gone to the back). Give me a drink, Scaevola. (He drinks.)
Host (to Léocadie, when Henri is out of hearing). Henri is an arrant fool—if you had only sat next to them!
Léocadie. Now then! no remarks of that sort.
Host. Take my tip and be careful, you silly gutter-brat. He will kill you one of these days.
Léocadie. What's up, then?