Lewis. Yes, I wish I could have some of it!
Lalotte. Hush! the quail is for your father.
Albert. I know that, Lalotte; but I am hungry, and I like quail.
Lalotte. Your father will be cold and hungry, for he has been on a long journey.
Albert. But perhaps he will not come. Mother, mother! may we have the quail if father is late? It is done now, and it will not be good if it is cooked any more.
Lalotte. Hush, you greedy boy! If I were your mother, I would send you to bed for thinking of such a thing.
Albert. You are not the mistress. You are not the mistress, and I shall not go to bed because you say so!
William Tell (at door). But you shall go to bed, young man, if your Cousin Lalotte tells you to do so. Take them to bed, Lalotte.
Albert. Oh, father! We were only joking.
Lewis. Please, father, don't send us to bed.