The President. Ah! You know already?
Bunerat. Yes—I—yes—that is to say, I didn't know it was official.
The President [brushing his hat and catching sight of a dent] Dented already. In these days the hats they sell you for felt, my dear chap, they're paste-board, simply—
Bunerat. True. Yes, I didn't know it was official. Monsieur Mouzon is very lucky.
Enter Vagret in mufti.
The President. There, there is our dear Monsieur Vagret. Changed your dress already. Yes, you're at home, you. For my part I must pack up all this. Where the devil is the box I put my gown in? [Bunerat makes a step to fetch it and then remains motionless] It's curious—that—what have they done with it? In that cupboard—you haven't seen it, my dear Monsieur Bunerat?
Bunerat. No.
The President. Ah, here it is—and my jacket in it. [He opens the box and takes out his jacket, which he lays aside on the table] Well, well, you've got them acquitted, my dear sir! Are you satisfied?
Vagret. I am very glad.