PERCINET. Mine were stolen, and the thieves left me these.
SYLVETTE. [Ironically] How many fortunes did you find?
PERCINET. Sylvette, please say nothing about that.
SYLVETTE. You must have scaled many a balcony?
PERCINET. [Aside] I nearly broke my neck once!
SYLVETTE. Guitar in hand! And what nocturnes and serenades you must have sung!
PERCINET. Which earned for me more than one bucket of water!
SYLVETTE. But I see you have been wounded in a real duel?
PERCINET. It came near being mortal.
SYLVETTE. And now you return to us—?