Duke (smiling). Good.... But you must call me Emile—eh?
Albin. With pleasure, if you allow it, Emile.
HENRIK IBSEN.
Duke. They have a sinister wit, have these people.
François. Why sinister? I find it quite reassuring. So long as the mob is in the mood for jests, it will never come to anything serious.
Duke. Only the jests are much too strange. I learnt a thing today that gives food for thought.
François. Tell us.
Flipotte and Michette. Ay, tell us, sweet Duke!
Duke. Do you know Lelange?