Macaire. My good man, with all the pleasure in life. (Gives papers. The Brigadier puts on spectacles and examines them.)
Bertrand (rising and passing round to Macaire’s other side). It’s life and death: they must soon find it.
Macaire (aside). Don’t I know? My heart’s like fire in my body.
Brigadier. Your name is?
Macaire. It is; one’s name is not unknown.
Brigadier. Justice exacts your name.
Macaire. Henri-Frédéric de Latour de Main de la Tonnerre de Brest.
Brigadier. Your profession?
Macaire. Gentleman.