Lamblin. That's right. Everybody happy? That's all we can ask, isn't that so, Mamma Bail? Take care, I warn you! If you continue to look at me that way I'm likely to become dangerous!
Madame Bail. Silly man.
Lamblin. Ha!
Madame Bail [to Marthe]. Laugh, why don't you?
Marthe. I do.
Lamblin [bringing his wife to him and putting her upon his knee]. No, no, but you don't laugh enough, little one. Now, to punish you, I'm going to give you another kiss. [He kisses her.]
Marthe. Oh! Your beard pricks so! Now, take your coffee, or it'll get cold, and then you'll scold Julie again. [A pause.]
Lamblin. It looks like pleasant weather to-morrow!
Madame Bail. What made you think of that?
Lamblin. The particles of sugar have all collected at the bottom of my cup. [He drinks his coffee.]