Séverine (to Rollin). What a dear little boy!
Rollin. My dear Séverine, you have never yet managed to know a man without his pleasing you.
Séverine. Indeed I did; and what is more, I married him straight away.
Rollin. I am always so afraid, Séverine—I am sure there are moments when it's not safe for you to be with your own husband.
Host (brings wine). There you are. I wish it were poison; but for the time being, the law won't let us serve it to you, you scum.
François. The time'll soon come, Prosper.
Séverine (to Rollin). What is the matter with both those pretty girls? Why don't they come nearer? Now that we once are here, I want to join in everything. I really think that everything is extremely moral here.
Marquis. Have patience, Séverine.
Séverine. I think nowadays one diverts oneself best in the streets. Do you know what happened to us yesterday when we went for a drive in the Promenade de Longchamps?
Marquis. Please, please, my dear Séverine, why—