Bertrand. I can’t: it’s a patent. Where’s the key?
Macaire. If you will have it, I put it back in that old ass’s pocket.
Bertrand. Bitten, I think. (Macaire dancing mad.)
SCENE II
To these, Dumont
Dumont. Ah, friends, up so early? Catching the worm, catching the worm?
(Sitting on the table dissembling box and dissembling box . . .
Macaire. Good-morning, good-morning!
Bertrand. Early birds, early birds.
. . . )