Girard. You think so, do you? You think it's as easy as that. Well, try. Just you try to fill up our places. Have you forgot there's two delegates here from the Central Committee? A phone to Paris and your bally show is done for.
Féliat. It's damnable.
Girard. And if that doesn't choke you off, there's other things.
Charpin. We'll set the whole bloomin' place on fire.
Girard. Don't you try to bully us.
Féliat. Well, look here. We won't quarrel. I'll send away Mademoiselle Thérèse. But give me a little time to settle things up.
Charpin. No; out she goes.
Féliat. Give me a month. I ask only a month.
Girard. An hour, that's all you'll get, an hour.
Charpin. An hour, not more.