Brigadier. Justice exacts your name.
Macaire. Henri-Frédéric de Latour de Main de la Tonnerre de Brest.
Brigadier. Your profession?
Macaire. Gentleman.
Brigadier. No, but what is your trade?
Macaire. I am an analytical chymist.
Brigadier. Justice is inscrutable. Your papers are in order. (To Bertrand.) Now, sir, and yours?
Bertrand. I feel kind of ill.
Macaire. Bertrand, this gentleman addresses you. He is not one of us; in other scenes, in the gay and giddy world of fashion, one is his superior. But to-day he represents the majesty of law; and as a citizen it is one’s pride to do him honour.
Brigadier. Those are my sentiments.