Rollin. I thank you, Chevalier.
Host (to Grain). Well, how did it all happen?
Grain. What?
Host. Why, the affair with your aunt, for which you went to prison for two years.
Grain. I told you, I strangled her.
François. That is feeble. He is an amateur. I have never seen him before.
Georgette (comes quickly in, dressed like a prostitute of the lowest class). Good evening, children. Is my Balthasar not here yet?
Scaevola. Georgette, sit by me. Your Balthasar will yet be here in time.
Georgette. If he is not here in ten minutes, he won't bring off anything again—he won't come back at all then.
François. Watch her, Marquise. She is the wife of that Balthasar of whom she has just been speaking, and who will soon come in. She represents just a common street-jade, while Balthasar is her bully. All the same, she is the truest wife to be found in the whole of Paris.