[_All sit in silence_.


NANETTE.

[_Aside, in irritation_.]

Oh, the impudence of these men! How my nails ache to get at their ugly
faces! [_Crossing_.]

How often have I told you that this apartment is not a public office?


POTIN.

But, my precious angel--


NANETTE.

Bah! Religion is abolished, and angels are suppressed! I wish friends
were too!


POTIN.

[_Laughing_.]

Talk of the rack! What is it to a woman's tongue?