Grain. You need not be churlish. (Gives it to him.)
Host. And stay here. I have no time to search you now. Who knows what else you have pouched. Go back to your place.
Flipotte. I shall win the garter.
Host (throwing the purse to François). Here's your purse. You lost it out of your pocket.
François. I thank you, Prosper. (To Albin. ) You see, we are in reality in the company of most respectable people.
[Henri, who has already been present for some time and has sat behind, suddenly stands up.]
Rollin. Henri—there is Henri.
Séverine. Is he the one you told me so much about?
Marquis. Assuredly. The man one really comes here to see.
[Henri comes to the front of the stage, very theatrically; is silent.]