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MARCEL. I must confess your visit is a little surprising.
MADELEINE. Especially after my sending that note this morning. I thought I should prefer not to trouble you.
MARCEL [_uncertain_]. Ah!
MADELEINE. Yes.
MARCEL. Well?
MADELEINE. Well, no!
MARCEL. I'm sorry. [_Kissing her hand._] Glad to see you, at any rate.
MADELEINE. Same studio as always, eh?
MARCEL. You are still as charming as ever.
MADELEINE. You are as handsome as ever.
MARCEL. I can say no less for you.
MADELEINE. I'm only twenty-eight.
MARCEL. But your husband is fifty: that keeps you young. How long have you been back?
MADELEINE. A week.
MARCEL. And I haven't seen Guerin yet!
MADELEINE. There's no hurry.
MARCEL. What's the matter?
MADELEINE. He's a bit worried: you know how jealous he is! Well, yesterday, when I was out, he went through all my private papers--
MARCEL. Naturally he came across some letters.
MADELEINE. _The_ letters, my dear!
MARCEL. Mine?
MADELEINE. Yes. [_Gesture from Marcel._] Old letters.
MARCEL. You kept them?
MADELEINE. From a celebrity? Of course!
MARCEL. The devil!
MADELEINE. Ungrateful!
MARCEL. I beg your pardon.
MADELEINE. You can imagine my explanation following the discovery. My dear Marcel, there's going to be a divorce.
MARCEL. A--! A divorce?
MADELEINE. Don't feel too sorry for me. After all, I shall be free and almost happy.
MARCEL. What resignation!
MADELEINE. Only--
MARCEL. Only what?
MADELEINE. He is going to send you his seconds.
MARCEL [_gayly_]. A duel? To-day? You're not serious?
MADELEINE. I think he wants to kill you.
MARCEL. But that affair was three years ago! Why, to begin with, he hasn't the right!
MADELEINE. Because it was so long ago?
MARCEL. Three years is three years.
MADELEINE. You're right: _now_ you are not in love with his wife: you love your own. Time has changed everything. Now your own happiness is all-sufficient. I can easily understand your indignation against my husband.
MARCEL. Oh, I--
MADELEINE. My husband is slow, but he's sure, isn't he?
MARCEL. You're cruel, Madeleine.
MADELEINE. If it's ancient history for you, it's only too recent for him!
MARCEL. Let's not speak about him!
MADELEINE. But he ought to be a very interesting topic of conversation just now!
MARCEL. I hadn't foreseen his feeling so keenly.
MADELEINE. You must tell him how sorry you are when you see him.
MARCEL. At the duel?
MADELEINE. Elsewhere!
