Girard. Yes, Monsieur Féliat.
Charpin. That's all we want. All friends together, like.
Deschaume. That's the hammer, mate!
Féliat. Then I'll go. Do try and keep your tempers.
All [speaking together] Oh yes. To be sure, sir. You needn't trouble, sir.
Féliat goes out. The workmen and workwomen left together shake hands all round without any particular courtesy or cordiality.
Charpin. Well, what d'you say to a sit down?
Deschaume [speaking of Charpin] That lazy swine's only comfortable when he's sittin' down.
Charpin. I ain't agoing to tire meself for nix, not 'arf!
Berthe and Constance have mechanically brought chairs for the workmen, who take them without any thanks, accustomed as they are to be waited upon. When all are seated they see that Thérèse has been left standing.