Charles. He has, sir, and it is precisely for that reason—
Macaire. Well, good-bye. (Shaking Charles by the hand and leading him towards the door, L.U.E.) Sweet spot, sweet spot. The scenery is.... (kisses his finger-tips. Exit Charles.) And now, what is a policeman?
Bertrand. A bobby.
SCENE VI
Macaire, Bertrand; to whom, Aline with tray; and afterwards Maids
Aline (entering with tray and proceeding to lay table, L.). My men, you are in better luck than usual. It isn’t every day you go shares in a wedding feast.
Macaire. A wedding? Ah, and you’re the bride.
Aline. What makes you fancy that?
Macaire. Heavens, am I blind?
Aline. Well, then, I wish I was.