"What next?"
"She will ask you what you want, M. Dagobert."
"What I want?—the devil! my children!"
"One minute's patience, father. You cannot doubt, from the precautions they have taken, that they wish to detain these young ladies against their will, and against yours."
"Doubt! I am sure of it. To come to that point, they began by turning the head of my poor wife."
"Then, father, the superior will reply to you that she does not know what you mean, and that the young ladies are not in the convent."
"And I will reply to her, that they are in the convent witness—Mother
Bunch and Spoil-sport."
"The superior will answer, that she does not know you; that she has no explanations to give you; and will close the wicket."
"Then I break it open—since one must come to that in the end—so leave me alone, I tell you! 'sblood! leave me alone!"
"And, on this noise and violence, the porter will run and fetch the guard, and they will begin by arresting you."