Gustave
Then he can come up afterwards for coffee.
Achille
Ah, he’s not refusing! He prefers that! I understand. Virginie, leave your mistress—she doesn’t need you now—and take the gentleman down to your kitchen. Give him some of everything. (He taps the Saint familiarly on the stomach.) Ha, ha! You and Virginie are going to have a jolly good time together! I guessed right, didn’t I, you old rogue you! You old sly-boots!
Virginie
(In a voice of alarm.) Sir!
Gustave
What is it?
Virginie
I don’t know, but Mademoiselle Hortense has lost her speech again.