Joseph
I don’t know, sir. He seems fixed. I can’t get him to budge.
Gustave
I’ll help you. (Both of them try to push Saint Anthony out, but he remains immovable. Gustave, in an undertone.) Well, upon my soul! He’s dangerous. Be careful. He has the strength of a Hercules. Let’s try being gentle with him. (To Saint Anthony.) Listen to me, my friend. You understand, don’t you, that, on a day like this, when we’re burying my aunt, my poor dear aunt....
Saint Anthony
I have come to raise her from the dead....
Gustave
But you understand, surely, that this is not the moment.... The partridges are getting cold, the guests are waiting. Besides we are not in the mood for laughing.
Achille
(Appears at the top of the steps, napkin in hand.) What’s the matter, Gustave? What’s up? We’re waiting for the partridges.