Damas [interrupting her]. Foreign prince!--foreign fiddlestick!--
you ought to be ashamed of such nonsense at your time of life.

Mme. Deschap. My time of life!--That is an expression never
applied to any lady till she is sixty-nine and three-quarters;--
and only then by the clergyman of the parish.

Enter Servant.

Servant. Madame, the carriage is at the door. [Exit.

Mme. Deschap. Come, child, put on your bonnet--you really have a very
thorough-bred air--not at all like your poor father.--[Fondly]. Ah,
you little coquette! when a young lady is always making mischief,
it is a sure sign that she takes after her mother!

Pauline. Good day, cousin Damas--and a better humor to you.--[Going
back to the table and taking the flowers]. Who could have sent me
these flowers? [Exeunt PAULINE and MADAME DESCHAPPELLES.

Damas. That would be an excellent girl if her head had not been turned.
I fear she is now become incorrigible! Zounds, what a lucky fellow I
am to be still a bachelor! They may talk of the devotion of the sex--
but the most faithful attachment in life is that of a woman in love--
with herself. [Exit.

SCENE II.

The exterior of a small Village Inn--sign, the Golden Lion--A few
leagues from Lyons, which is seen at a distance.