Host. You were seen only yesterday with one of your fellows.
Léocadie. That was not a fellow, you blockhead; that was—
Henri (turns round quickly). What's the matter with you? No jokes, if you don't mind. No more whispering. No more secrets now. She is my wife.
Host. What did you give her for a wedding present?
Léocadie. Heavens! he never thinks about such things.
Henri. Well, you shall have one this very night.
Léocadie. What?
Scaevola and Jules. What are you going to give her?
Henri (quite seriously). When you have finished your scene, you must come here and see me act. (They laugh.)
Henri. No woman ever had a more glorious wedding present. Come, Léocadie. Good-by for the present, Prosper. I shall soon be back again.