I'll see who it is. No, I'll tell you. No, I won't. I'm tired of waiting around for the foreign office to get me a post and besides, if I ever do get one, the more I know of the world the better. You and Marguerite are safer apart.
Marguerite appears at the door - unable to wait patiently in the carriage on the street.
You wrote me an unkind letter. I saw the Baron's carriage. You were jealous. You do right in going away. I played the fool again and you've probably been laughing at me ever since.