THÉRÈSE [To Durand]. That's the way you treat your guests! Is it any wonder the house has gone to pieces!
DURAND. Yes—that's the way—such guests! But tell me, Thérèse, my child—[Takes her head between his hands] tell me, my beloved child, tell me if I saw wrong just now, or if you told a falsehood.
THÉRÈSE [Peevishly]. What?
DURAND. You know what I mean. It isn't the thing itself, which can be quite innocent—but it is a matter of whether I can trust my senses that interests me.
THÉRÈSE. Oh, talk about something else.—Tell us rather what we are going to eat and drink today. For that matter, it's a lie; he didn't kiss me.
DURAND. It isn't a lie. In Heaven's name, didn't I see it happen?
THÉRÈSE. Prove it.
DURAND. Prove it? With two witnesses or—a policeman! [To Annette.] Annette, my child, will you tell me the truth?
ANNETTE. I didn't see anything.
DURAND. That's a proper answer. For one should never accuse one's sister. How like your mother you are today, Annette!