François. Listen, Marquis; they're a couple of quite witty youths.
Maurice. A wedding.
Etienne. One has got to dress up a bit in places like this. Otherwise one of those damned secret police gets on one's track at once.
Scaevola. At any rate, have you made a good haul?
Host. Let's have a look.
Maurice (drawing watches out of his waistcoat). What'll you give me for this?
Host. For that there? A louis.
Maurice. Indeed?
Scaevola. It is not worth more.
Michette. That is a lady's watch. Give it to me, Maurice.