Guéret. Neither will I.
Thérèse. I'll go and see if Berthe and Constance are here. [To Guéret] You go and fetch your men. [She goes out to the left]
Guéret. I give you my word that, if there's any possible way out, this is the only chance of getting at it.
Féliat. Very well, go and fetch them.
Guéret goes out. Thérèse comes in with Berthe and Constance. They are wearing large aprons and have scissors attached to their waistbelts. Berthe is a fat, ordinary woman. Constance is tall, dry, and ugly.
Berthe [respectfully] Good-morning, Monsieur Féliat.
Constance [the same] Good-morning, Monsieur Féliat.
Thérèse. I want Berthe and Constance to tell you themselves whether you can count upon them in case of the men striking.
Constance. Oh yes, Monsieur Féliat. We'll do anything you want us to.
Berthe. Oh, Monsieur Féliat, don't send us away!