From the Actors' Table. Who are they?
Scaevola. May the devil take me if it ain't Maurice and Etienne.
Georgette. Of course it is they!
Balthasar. Georgette!
Séverine. Heavens! what monstrously pretty young persons.
Rollin. It is painful, Séverine, to see you so violently excited by every pretty face.
Séverine. What did I come here for, then?
Rollin. Tell me, at any rate, that you love me.
Séverine (with a peculiar look). You have a short memory.
Etienne. Well, where do you think we have come from?