John. Good gracious, now we’ve got it!
Fournichon. Quiet now; sit down before it’s too late.
Charles. What’s the good of that? our voices will betray us.
Fournichon. You must not talk. Just you trust to me, and it will be all right.
II.
Charles and John seated at a table, with their backs to the other actors. Enter Bom de Sac, the police agent, fuming and swearing.
Bom de Sac. When I was with the First regiment, and was three times wounded in two battles.... Ah! good-morning, Mr Hairdresser ... three times wounded,—it would never have happened to me to let two scoundrels escape. Never!
Fournichon. What’s your pleasure, Mr—Mr——
Bom de Sac. Bom de Sac, if you please—with the Third regiment—in four battles, five wounds.
Fournichon. Does M. Bom de Sac want his hair cut?