Gustave
Here is the body of the dear departed. As you see, she’s quite dead. Are you satisfied?... And now leave us. Let us cut short the experiment. (To Joseph.) Show the gentleman out by the garden-door.
Saint Anthony
Allow me. (He walks into the middle of the room and stands at the foot of the bed. Turning to the corpse and speaking in a loud, grave voice.) Arise!
Gustave
There, that’ll do! We can’t stand by and allow a stranger to outrage our most sacred feelings; and I ask you once more, for the last time....
Saint Anthony
Allow me, please! (He goes nearer the bed and raises his voice more authoritatively.) Arise!
Gustave
(Losing his patience.) That’s enough! We’ll end by quarrelling.... Come, this way: the door’s over here.