Gerald. Don’t say “Mon chéri!”—say “My dear.”
Séraphine. My dear! Oh, I wish I were safely married to you. Oh, how wicked to run away like this!
Gerald. But we had to! It was the only way to make him consent.
Séraphine. But if your—patron? Employer? would give you an interest in the business?
Gerald. Yes?
Séraphine. Then Papa would have let me be married with—to you?
Gerald. Yes, dear, I know. My employer, however, doesn’t see it in that light. Wait three months, he says, and then we’ll see. Well, if your Papa refused, we had to do this. And here we are.
Séraphine. You are right, dear; you always are.
Gerald. And our elopement is at the expense of the company.
Séraphine. Bad, bad boy!