I am Saint Anthony.
Achille
Yes, yes, you’re right. (To the others.) He sticks to it, but he’s quite harmless. (Noticing the Rector among the Guests who have crowded around Saint Anthony and giving him an artful and chaffing look.) And here’s the Rector; he knows you, and wants to pay you his respects. Saints are your business, Father: I know more about ploughs and traction-engines. Here’s an emissary from heaven, Father, great Saint Anthony in person, who would like a word with you. (Under his breath to the Rector.) We want to get him quietly to the door, without letting him know. Once he is outside, good-bye.
The Rector
(In an unctuously paternal tone.) Great Saint Anthony, your humble servant bids you welcome to this world, which you have deigned to honour with your celestial presence. What does your Holiness wish?
Saint Anthony
To raise Mademoiselle Hortense from the dead.
The Rector
It’s true that she’s dead, poor lady! Well, the miracle should present no difficulty to the greatest of our saints. The dear departed had a particular devotion to you. I will take you to her, if your Holiness will be good enough to come with me. (He goes to the street-door and beckons to Saint Anthony.) This way, please.
Saint Anthony