Lafouraille (to the other two)
She is in prison. Poor man! Let us spare his feelings.
Vautrin Have you finished? Come now, you have made merry here for six months, eaten like diplomats, drunk like Poles, and have wanted nothing.
Buteux
Yes, we are rusting out!
Vautrin Thanks to me, the police have forgotten you! You owe your good luck to me alone! I have erased the brand from your foreheads. I am the head, whose ideas you, the arms, carry out.
Philosopher
We are satisfied.
Vautrin
You must all obey me blindly.
Lafouraille
Blindly.
Vautrin
Without a murmur.
Fil-de-Soie
Without a murmur.
Vautrin Or else let us break our compact, and be off with you! If I meet with ingratitude from you, to whom can I venture hereafter to do a service?