I am ill; I must go to bed, so you will be good enough to go.

It is sickening not to be able to return at night without your making your appearance five minutes afterward.
What is it you want?
For me to be your mistress?
Well, I have already told you a hundred times, No; you simply worry me, and you might as well go somewhere else.

I repeat to you to-day, for the last time, I don't want to have anything to do with you; that's settled.

Good-bye.

Here's Nanine coming in; she can light you to the door.