Balthasar comes in.
Georgette. My Balthasar! (She runs toward him and embraces him). So there you are.
Balthasar. It is all in order. (Silence around him.) It was not worth the trouble. I was almost sorry for him. You should size up your customers better, Georgette. I am sick of killing promising youths for the sake of a few francs.
François. Splendid!
Albin. What—?
François. He brings out the points so well.
Enter the Commissaire, disguised; sits down at table.
Host (to him). You come at a good time, M. le Commissaire. This is one of my best exponents.
Balthasar. One should really try and find another profession. On my soul, I am not a craven, but this kind of bread is hard earned.
Scaevola. I can well believe so.