Lustucru. He ought to be found. [With feigned anxiety.] He ought to be searched for this instant. Moumouth is a precious animal, whose value makes it well worth the search. Let us search for him.
[They proceed to look under furniture and in corners, Lustucru chuckling and dancing whenever Michel's back is turned.]
Michel. Alas! I left him only an instant.
Lustucru. I begin to believe that he is lost. It is a great misfortune for you. The Countess—what will she say when she returns? She is capable of turning you out of doors.
Michel (indignant). Turn me out of doors! Father Lustucru, do you know of whom you are speaking?
Lustucru (politely). Certainly, madame. To Mother Michel—the Cat lover—and loser.
Duo.—Lustucru and Michel.
Tune—"A dairy-maid am I." No. 21, Haymakers. George Root.
Michel.