  (The same, and Mme. de Sallus.) M. DE SALLUS [gaily] Well, my dear, Jacques remains. He has consented for my sake. MME. DE SALLUS I congratulate you. And how did you achieve that miracle? M. DE SALLUS Oh, easily enough, in the course of conversation. MME. DE SALLUS And of what have you been talking? JACQUES DE RANDOL Of the happiness that comes to a man who remains quietly at home. MME. DE SALLUS That sort of happiness has but little attraction for me. I like the excitement of travel. JACQUES DE RANDOL There is a time for everything; and travel is very often inopportune and very inconvenient. MME. DE SALLUS But how about that important appointment of yours at nine o'clock? Have you given it up altogether, Monsieur de Randol? JACQUES DE RANDOL I have, Madame. MME. DE SALLUS You are very changeable. JACQUES DE RANDOL No, no, I am simply adapting myself to circumstances. M. DE SALLUS Will you pardon me if I write a note? [Sits at desk at the other end of the drawing-room.] MME. DE SALLUS [to Jacques de Randol] What has happened? JACQUES DE RANDOL Oh, nothing; everything is all right. MME, DE SALLUS When do we go? JACQUES DE RANDOL Not at all. MME. DE SALLUS Are you mad? Why? JACQUES DE RANDOL Please don't ask me now about it. MME. DE SALLUS I am sure that he is laying a trap for us. JACQUES DE RANDOL Not at all. He is very quiet, very contented, and has absolutely no suspicion. MME. DE SALLUS Then what does it all mean? JACQUES DE RANDOL Now, be calm. He is happy, I tell you. MME. DE SALLUS That is not true. JACQUES DE RANDOL I tell you it is. He has made me the confidant of all his happiness. MME. DE SALLUS It is just a trick; he wishes to watch us. JACQUES DE RANDOL Oh, no; he is confiding and conciliatory. The only fear he has is of you. MME. DE SALLUS Of me? JACQUES DE RANDOL Yes; in the same way that you are, all the time, afraid of him. MME. DE SALLUS Great heavens! You have lost your head. You are talking at random. JACQUES DE RANDOL Listen—I am sure that he intends to go out this evening. MME. DE SALLUS Well, in that case, let us go out too. JACQUES DE RANDOL No, no,—I tell you there is nothing more for us to fear. MME. DE SALLUS What nonsense! You will end by maddening me with your blindness. M. DE SALLUS [from the other end of the drawing-room] My dear, I have some good news for you. I have been able to get another night at the Opera for you every week. MME. DE SALLUS Really, it is very good of you to afford me the opportunity of applauding Madame Santelli so often. M. DE SALLUS [from the same place] Well, she is very clever. JACQUES DE RANDOL And everybody says she is charming. MME. DE SALLUS [irritably] Yes; it is only such women who please men. JACQUES DE RANDOL You are unjust. MME. DE SALLUS Oh, my dear Randol; it is only for such women that men commit follies, and [sarcastically], understand me, the measure of a man's folly is often the measure of his love. M. DE SALLUS [from the same place] Oh, no, my dear girl,—men do not marry them, and marriage is the only real folly that a man can commit with a woman. MME. DE SALLUS A beautiful idea, truly, when a woman has to endure all man's caprices. JACQUES DE RANDOL Oh, no, not having anything to lose, they have nothing to risk. MME. DE SALLUS Ah, men are sad creatures! They marry a young girl because she is demure and self-contained, and they leave her on the morrow to dangle after a girl who is not young and who certainly is not demure, her chief attraction being that all the rich and well-known men about town have at one time been in her favor. The more danglers she has after her, the more she is esteemed, the more she is sought after, and the more she is respected; that is to say, with that kind of Parisian respect which accrues to a woman in the degree of her notoriety—a notoriety due either to the scandal she creates, or the scandal men create about her. Ah, yes, you men are so nice in these things! M. DE SALLUS [laughs gently] Take care! One would think you were jealous. MME. DE SALLUS I? Jealous? For whom do you take me? [The butler announces.] Madame is served. [Hands a letter to M. de Sallus.] MME. DE SALLUS [to Jacques de Randol] Your arm, M. Jacques de Randol. JACQUES DE RANDOL [in a low tone] How I love you! MME. DE SALLUS [indifferently] Just a little, I suppose. JACQUES DE RANDOL Ah, no; with all my soul! M. DE SALLUS [after reading his letter] Come along, then, let us go to dinner. I have to go out this evening. Curtain.
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