here, you haven't got a single sou, and you know it; what is going to
become of you a week after your marriage? Have you thought about that?

Julie
Yes, papa--

Mme. Mercadet (with sympathy, to her husband)
The poor child is mad.

Mercadet
Yes, she is in love. (To Julie) Tell me all about it, Julie. I am not
now your father, but your confidant; I am listening.

Julie
After our marriage we will still love each other.

Mercadet
But will Cupid shoot you bank coupons at the end of his arrows?

Julie
Father, we shall lodge in a small apartment, at the extremity of the
Faubourg, on the fourth story, if necessary!--And if it can't be
helped, I will be his house-maid. Oh! I will take an immense delight
in the care of the household, for I shall know that it will all be
done for him. I will work for him, while he is working for me. I will
spare him every anxiety, and he will never know how straitened we are.
Our home will be spotlessly clean, even elegant--You shall see!
Elegance depends upon such little things; it springs from the soul,
and happiness is at once the cause and the effect of it. I can earn
enough from my painting to cost him nothing and even to contribute to