Yes, madame, I agree and that is fine . . .
Peek out of the door and see, I beg you,
If my spouse is spying on our rendezvous.
Why do you care what he sees or where he goes?
He's a man who loves to be led by the nose.
Our trysts are something he's proud of achieving,
And he'd watch us go to it without believing.
No matter. Please, go have a look outside;
I'd hate to think he's found some place to hide.