Michette. We live together. Yes, we have only one bed between us.
Flipotte (blushing). Would you find it a very great nuisance should you come and see her! (Sits on François's lap.)
Albin. She is not at all shy.
Scaevola (stands up; gloomily turning to the table where the young people are). At last I've found you. (To Albin. ) And you, you miserable seducer, aren't you ashamed that you ... She is mine.
[Host looks on.]
François (to Albin). a joke—a joke....
Albin. She isn't his—
Michette. Go away. You let me sit where I want to.
[Scaevola stands there with clenched fists.]
Host (behind). Now, now?