"That is all right ... there, there, very good ... there, thank you. Now then ... place them on the counter at three inches' distance from one another.... Ah!..."
"But what on earth is that for?"
"You will see.... Now, would you have the goodness to lend me a lucifer match?"
"Certainly ... take one."
"Thanks."
And Romieu would solemnly light the eight candle-ends.
"But what is that for, monsieur?"
"I am creating a farce."
"A farce?"
"Yes."