Moumouth faints.
Madame de la Grenouillère, her head stretched out of the post-chaise, waved her handkerchief, crying:—
"Mother Michel, I commend my cat to you!"
"He shall die!"
"Be tranquil, madame; I swear you shall find him large and plump when you return."
"And I," muttered Father Lustucru, in a deep voice, "I swear he shall die!"