Duke (smiling). Yes? Is life flaming up?
François. Won't you come and sit with us after all?
[Meanwhile, two nobles come in and sit down at a distant table. Host appears to be addressing insults to them.]
Duke. I cannot stay here. But in any case I will come back again.
Michette. Stay with me.
Flipotte. Take me with you. (They try to hold him.)
Host (coming to the front). Just you leave him alone. You're not bad enough for him by a long way. He's got to run after a whore off the streets—that's where he feels most in his element.
Duke. I shall certainly come back, if only not to miss Henri.
François. What do you think, when we came, Henri was just going out with Léocadie.
Duke. Really—he has married her. Did you know that?