Achille
Brrr, what weather! It’s raining, snowing, hailing! (They push Saint Anthony to the door.)
Virginie
(Running up.) But, sir, the poor man!... Look, he’s bare-footed!
Gustave
Well, what of it? Do you want us to send for a carriage? Or a shrine, perhaps?
Virginie
No, I’ll lend him my sabots. Take them, Saint Anthony; I have another pair.
Saint Anthony