Garance and Edouard are married. Edouard arrives home and passes an illegitimate looking fellow leaving from upstairs.
Edouard: May I know the name of that man who just left? Were you at the Funambules with him?
Garance: That man? Oh, him. An old acquaintance. He came to say hello.
Edouard: A most peculiar individual. What does he do?
Garance: He writes. To be honest, when I knew him, he was also a thief, and a bit of a murderer.
Edouard: I hope there was nothing between you and this individual. I trust you entirely.
Garance: That does you no credit. I\'ve never had occasion to lie to you.
Edouard: True enough. But please oblige me by seeing such people as seldom as possible. Actors, perhaps, but thieves, murderers... isn\'t that rather appalling?
Garance: Remember the young Scot you challenged to a duel in Edinburgh?
Edouard: I remember quite well. Why?
Garance: He wasn\'t nearly as good a shot as you.
Edouard: Of course. Everyone knew it.
Garance: But you killed him anyway.
Edouard: Feelings, Garance, in an affair of honor!
Garance: All because I smiled at him.
Edouard: Yes. In public, and frequently.
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Discuss how people would react to this conversation if it happened infront of Harniquist with a moderate gathering of people around. I\'ll save my comments for later.