Albin. Delighted. (Compliments; they sit down.) (To François. ) Is that one of those that are playing, or—I can't make it out—
François. Don't be so stupid. That is the lawful wife of the Marquis de Lansac ... a lady of extreme propriety.
Rollin (to Séverine). Say that thou lovest me.
Séverine. Yes, yes; but ask me not every minute.
Marquis. Have we missed a scene already?
François. Nothing much. An incendiary's playing over there, 'twould appear.
Séverine. Chevalier, you must be the cousin of the little Lydia de la Tremouille who was married today.
Albin. Quite so, Marquise; that was one of the reasons why I came to Paris.
Séverine. I remember having seen you in the church.
Albin (embarrassed). I am highly flattered, Marquise.