Bertrand. A bobby.
SCENE VI
Macaire, Bertrand; to whom Aline with tray; and afterwards Maids
Aline (entering with tray, and proceeding to lay table, L.) My men, you are in better luck than usual. It isn’t every day you go shares in a wedding feast.
Macaire. A wedding? Ah, and you’re the bride.
Aline. What makes you fancy that?
Macaire. Heavens, am I blind?
Aline. Well, then, I wish I was.
Macaire. I take you at the word: have me.
Aline. You will never be hanged for modesty.