Brigadier. One glass more. (Bertrand touches Macaire, and points to Charles, who enters Number Thirteen.)
Macaire. No more, no more, no more.
Brigadier (rising and taking Macaire by the arm). I stipulate.
Macaire. Engagement in Turin!
Brigadier. Turin?
Macaire. Lyons, Lyons!
Bertrand. For God’s sake ...
Brigadier. Well, good-bye!
Macaire. Good-bye, good——
Charles (from within). Murder! Help! (Appearing.) Help here! The Marquis is murdered.