Bishop. Madame, you will put white sheets on the bed in the alcove.
[Exit Madame. The Bishop turns to Jean.]
We shall dine presently. Sit here by the fire, sir.
Jean. What! You will keep me? You call me "sir"! Oh! I am going to dine! I am to have a bed with sheets like the rest of the world—a bed! It is nineteen years since I have slept in a bed! I will pay anything you ask. You are a fine man. You are an innkeeper, are you not?
Bishop. I am a priest who lives here.
Jean. A priest! Ah, yes—I ask your pardon—I didn't notice your cap and gown.
Bishop. Be seated near the fire, sir.
[Jean deposits his knapsack, repeating to himself with delight.]
Jean. He calls me sir—sir. (Aloud.) You will require me to pay, will you not?
Bishop. No, keep your money. How much have you?