Paul [sitting]. I ought not to sit here.
Fred. Ain't these steps soft enough for you?
Paul. Monsieur, you do not understand. I come from Domremy.
Fred. Do you? I'm Mile End myself. What about it?
Paul. But Domremy.
Fred. Can't say I'm much the wiser.
Paul. But here, monsieur. This statue. It is our glorious maid. C'est Jeanne d'Arc.
Fred. Ark, eh? Is that old Noah? [Gets up to look at statue.]
Paul [rising]. Jeanne d'Arc, monsieur. She—
Fred. Oh, it's a lady, is it? Dressed like that for riding, I reckon. So that's old Noah's wife, is it? Well, the old cock had a bit of taste.