Fine work!
LISE.
Ridiculous!
(She lays on the counter a bundle of paper bags.)
RAGUENEAU.
Some bags; I thank you, dear.
(Looks at the bags.)
The manuscripts I love!
The verses of my friends! All mutilated! Torn!
To serve as wrappers for .... such prosy things as cakes!
It's Orpheus once again pursued by the Bacchantes!
LISE (harshly).