Ger. No, I mean slovenly.
Mons. Then I will be more slovenly.
Ger. You know, to be a perfect Frenchman, you must never be silent, never sit still, and never be clean.
Mar. But you have forgot one main qualification of a true Frenchman, he should never be sound, that is, be very pocky too.
Mons. Oh! if dat be all, I am very pocky; pocky enough, jarni! that is the only French qualification may be had without going to Paris, ma foi!
Enter Waiter.
Wait. Here are a couple of ladies coming up to you, sir.
Ger. To us!—did you appoint any to come hither, Martin?
Mar. Not I.
Ger. Nor you, monsieur?