MADELEINE. You must tell him how sorry you are when you see him.
MADELEINE. My dear, he may want to tell you how he feels.
MARCEL [_aside, troubled_]. The devil! And Françoise? [_Another pause._] Oh, a duel! Well, I ought to risk my life for you; you have done the same thing for me many times.
MADELEINE. Oh, I was not so careful as you were then.
MARCEL. You are not telling me everything, Madeleine. What put it into your husband's head to look through your papers?
MARCEL. Well, evidently _I_ couldn't have excited his jealousy. For a long time he has had no reason to suspect me! Were they my letters he was looking for?
MARCEL. Then I am expiating for some one else?
MARCEL [_reproachfully_]. So you are deceiving him?
MADELEINE. You are a perfect friend to-day!
MADELEINE. A second lover! That would be disgraceful, wouldn't it?
MARCEL. The first step always brings the worst consequences.
MARCEL. Oh, the happiness of others! Well, let's have no bitterness.
MARCEL. Oh, Madeleine, why am I not the guilty one this time? You are always so beautiful!
MADELEINE. Your fault! You should have kept what you had!
MADELEINE. You will never know what I suffered; I cried like an abandoned shopgirl!
MADELEINE. Three months. When I think I once loved you so much, and here I am before you so calm and indifferent! You look like anybody else now. How funny, how disgusting life is! You meet some one, do no end of foolish and wicked and mean things in order to belong to him, and the day comes when you don't know one another. Each takes his turn! I think it would have been better--[_Gesture from Marcel._] Yes--I ought to try to forget everything.
MARCEL. That's all buried in the past! Wasn't it worth the trouble, and the suffering we have to undergo now?
MADELEINE. You, too! You have to recall--!
MARCEL. I'm sorry, but I didn't begin this conversation.
MADELEINE. Never mind! It's all over, let's say no more about it!
MARCEL. No, please! Let's--curse me, Madeleine say anything you like about me: I deserve it all!
MADELEINE. Stop! Behave yourself, married man! What if your wife heard you!
MARCEL. She? Dear child! She is much too afraid of what I might say to listen.
MADELEINE. Dear child! You cynic! I'll wager you have not been a model husband since your marriage!