Meijer. Ah! thank you for your explanation. I really never should have understood it.
[Sits down again, and Fournichon goes on shaving him till he has finished. Meijer rises.]
Meijer. Thanks. Can you give me change?
Fournichon. I’ll go and get it.
[Exit. Meijer goes to look at the waxworks.]
Meijer. They are curious, though! I have often seen waxworks before, but never so graceful, so lifelike as these. Whenever any one stamps on the floor, they move. [Stamps—John and Charles again change their attitudes.] Just look at that! how pretty! Once more! Sublime! And that’s the way they keep on! [Stamps again, and continues to do so, faster and faster—John and Charles changing their position with every stamp; but at length they begin to grow tired of it—they jump down from their pedestals, seize Meijer, and hold him fast, saying, “You rascal! this is too much of a good thing!” They strike him, and push him out at the door—losing their wigs in the struggle—after which they burst out laughing, and drop exhausted into their chairs. Enter F.]
Fournichon. Gentlemen! what have you been up to now? Such an infernal row I never heard before! You’ll wake all the babies in the neighbourhood.
Charles (laughing). Oh! the conceited blockhead!
John. The worshipper of waxwork groups!
Fournichon. Well—where is he? What have you done with him?