Mme. Giraud
Silence, Giraud!--Pamela--pay no attention to your father--

Pamela
And do you, mother, pay no attention to Joseph.

Giraud
What did I tell you on the stairs, Madame Giraud? Pamela knows how we
count upon her. She wishes to make a good match as much on our account
as on her own; her heart bleeds to see us porters, us, the authors of
her life! She is too sensible to blunder in this matter. Is it not so,
my child, you would not deceive your father?

Mme. Giraud
There is nobody here, is there, my love? For a young working-girl to
have any one in her room, at ten o'clock at night--well--she runs a
risk of losing--

Pamela
But it seems to me that if I had any one you would have seen him on
his way up.

Giraud
She is right.

Mme. Giraud
She does not answer straight out. Please open the door of this room.

Pamela