Enter Dr. Desmarets.
Des. Yes, that's what you'll all be, if you continue to lounge away the days as you do.
Mad. L. Ah, Doctor, we've missed you dreadfully.
Des. What's the matter? anybody sick?
Bev. You ought to have been here just now, Doctor; Madame Aubrey has told the most touching tale—
Des. Of a donkey? I know, I've heard it often.
Bev. But with regard to a horse for M. Manuel. There's Black Harry—
Des. Black Harry! Nobody can ride the brute! He's perfectly untameable! Why, de Bevannes, you tried it yourself and couldn't.
Bev. Ahem! Oh—ah—yes, but I had no spurs.
Des. Spurs! Why, you couldn't even get upon his back!