Brigadier. It is not the friend that comes; it is the Brigadier. Summon your guests; I must investigate their passports. I am in pursuit of a notorious malefactor, Robert Macaire.
Dumont. But I was led to believe that both Macaire and his accomplice had been arrested and condemned.
Brigadier. They were, but they have once more escaped for the moment, and justice is indefatigable. (He sits at table, R.) Dumont, a bottle of white wine.
Macaire (to Dumont). My excellent friend, I will discharge your commission, and return with all speed. (Going.)
Brigadier. Halt!
Macaire (returning: as if he saw Brigadier for the first time). Ha! a member of the force? Charmed, I’m sure. But you misconceive me: I return, at once, and my friend remains behind to answer for me.
Brigadier. Justice is insensible to friendship. I shall deal with you in due time. Dumont, that bottle.
Macaire. Sir, my friend and I, who are students of character, would grasp the opportunity to share and—may one add?—to pay the bottle. Dumont, three!
Bertrand. For God’s sake! (Enter Aline and Maids.)