Féliat. I'm waiting till you kindly allow me to speak. I can't believe my ears. Is it you, Girard, and you, Deschaume, who want to have the police sent for to save you from a pack of women? Ha! Ha!
Charpin. Oh, it makes you laugh, does it?
Girard. You defend the cats because they're against us. Well, we won't have it. Duriot's men came out—
Charpin. Yes, and we'll do the same.
Deschaume. We will. Look out for the strike!
Girard. We're agreed; ain't we, mates?
Charpin and Deschaume [together] Yes, yes. We'll strike. Let's strike.
Féliat. You don't really mean that you're going on strike?
Girard. Don't we, though!
Féliat. How can you? I've given everything you've asked for.