Dumont. By the way, very remarkable thing: I found the key.
Macaire. No!
Bertrand. O!
Dumont. Perhaps a still more remarkable thing: it was my key that had the twisted handle.
Macaire. I told you so.
Dumont. Now, what we have to do is to get the cash-box. Hallo! what’s that your sitting on?
Bertrand. Nothing.
Macaire. The table! I beg your pardon.
Dumont. Why, it’s my cash-box!
Macaire. Why, so it is!