Charles. John, get out of sight. [They hide.]
Pierre (entering). Sir, Vrouw Krullemie has just sold her hair this morning for seventy-five cents.
[The students come out again.]
John. Bother your Krullemie! Say, Fournichon, if your visitors are in the habit of dropping in unannounced after this fashion, we are not altogether safe here.
Fournichon. Well, look here, gentlemen, you suggested an idea yourselves. Your costumes for the ball must be quite ready by this time; why don’t you disguise yourselves in them?
Charles. A fine lark! In the first place they are not here....
John. That would matter less, for we might send for them, but we could scarcely show ourselves in the streets in them.
Fournichon. How so?
John. Well, I was going to appear as the Avenger of Innocence.
Charles. And I as the Four Seasons.