““We see the old women again. A laugh that is a little too forced and shrill jazz music have made them start. One of them whispers, worried: “Perhaps ... we should go and see ...” “The youngsters don’t like it when we are obviously watching them, and besides, what can we do? It’s us, the adults, with our suspicions who put evil thoughts in their minds.” The other lady (hesitant): “All the same, my dear, we’re meant to be chaperoning them.” We see the ballroom where about twenty couples are holding each other tightly and dancing a sensual tango in the semidarkness. Nadine, the young lady of the house, wearing very modern clothes, notices her mother and her aunt coming over to them, and tells everyone in a playful whisper: “Yikes! The cops are here!””
