Girard. We do ask you that.
Féliat. It will upset my whole business.
Charpin. What's that to us?
Féliat. Well, I must have time to think about it.
Girard. There's nothing to think about. Sack the Paris woman or we go on strike.
Féliat. You can't put a pistol to my head like this. I've got orders in hand.
Girard. What's that to us?
Féliat. Well then, I won't give in this time. You demanded that I should not open a new workshop. I gave in. I won't go further than that.
Girard. Then out we go.
Féliat. Well go, and be damned to you. [Pause] The women will take your places.