Good Lord, what then?
The rascals were amusing, and that Gringoire,
The clever chap, a poet too, was there;
I could not get away.—Now to my saints——
I rather like Saint Nick, and Rose too, she——
(He raises his head and to his surprise finds that the statues are not in their accustomed position.)
They stood there when I left—I said Good-night
The last thing to them——
(He looks around the room.)
I’m bewitched, I know!