“Oh no, dear M. Beausire, do not leave us.”
“But how am I to get the money if I do not leave you?”
“We will go with you.”
“But it is in my wife’s bedroom.”
“Ah,” cried one of them, “you hide your wife from us!”
“Are we not presentable?” asked the other. “We wish to see her.”
“You are tipsy, and I will turn you out!” said Beausire.
They laughed.
“Now you shall not even have the money I promised,” said he, emboldened by what he thought their intoxication; and he ran out of the room.
They followed and caught him; he cried out, and at the sound a door opened, and a woman looked out with a frightened air. On seeing her, the men released Beausire, and gave a cry of exultation, for they recognized her immediately who resembled the Queen of France so strongly.