(Consternation.)
THE MUSKETEER (jeeringly).
Well, well!....
CARBON.
Our quarrelsome demon has become as lamblike as an apostle! Struck on one of his nostrils—he offers the other!
THE MUSKETEER.
So, now we may speak of his nose!....
(calling Lise, triumphantly).
Lise, just come and see!....