(Leaning over a man's right shoulder for some gold on the table.) I beg pardon; that is my two louis!
MME. LAUTRE.
(Leaning over the man's left shoulder.) But no, madame, it is mine! I put a louis down there!
MME. BORTÉ.
No, no! That is where I put mine. Give me my louis!
MME. LAUTRE.
But you are wrong, madame; it is my louis, and I shall keep it!
MME. BORTÉ.
But no, madame!
MME. LAUTRE.