THE FAIRY Hush!... Don't speak too loud; that's Fire.... He's dangerous. (_This dialogue does not interrupt the enchantment. The_ DOG _and the_ CAT, _lying rolled up at the foot of the cupboard, utter a loud and simultaneous cry and disappear down a trap; and in their places rise two persons, one of whom has the face of a bull-dog, the other that of a tom-cat. Forthwith, the little man with the bull-dog face, whom we will henceforward call the_ DOG, _rushes upon_ TYLTYL, _kisses him violently and overwhelms him with noisy and impetuous caresses; while the little man with the face of a tom-cat, whom we will simply call the_ CAT, _combs his hair, washes his hands and strokes his whiskers before going up to_ MYTYL.) THE DOG (_yelling, jumping about, knocking up against everything, unbearable_) My little god!... Good-morning, good-morning, my dear little god!... At last, at last we can talk!... I had so much to tell you!... Bark and wag my tail as I might, you never understood!... But now!... Good-morning, good-morning!... I love you!... Shall I do some of my tricks?... Shall I beg?... Would you like to see me walk on my front paws or dance on my hind-legs?... TYLTYL (_to the_ FAIRY) Who is this gentleman with the dog's head?.... THE FAIRY Don't you see? It's the soul of TYLÔ whom you have set free.... THE CAT (_going up to_ MYTYL _and putting out his hand to her, with much ceremony and circumspection_) Good-morning, Miss.... How well you look this morning!... MYTYL Good-morning, sir.... (_To the_ FAIRY) Who is it?... THE FAIRY Why, don't you see? Its the soul of Tylette offering you his hand.... Kiss him.... THE DOG (_hustling the_ CAT) Me, too!... I've kissed the little god!... I've kissed the little girl!... I've kissed everybody!... Oh, grand!... What fun we shall have!... I'm going to frighten Tylette I Bow, wow, wow!... THE CAT Sir, I don't know you.... THE FAIRY (_threatening the_ DOG _with her stick_) Keep still, will you, or else you'll go back into silence until the end of time.... (_Meanwhile, the enchantment has pursued its course: the spinning-wheel has begun to turn madly in its corner and to spin brilliant rays of light; the tap, in another corner, begins to sing in a very high voice and, turning into a luminous fountain, floods the sink with sheets of pearls and emeralds, through which darts the soul of_ WATER, _like a young girl, streaming, dishevelled and tearful, who immediately begins to fight with_ FIRE.) TYLTYL And who is that wet lady?... THE FAIRY Don't be afraid. It's Water just come from the tap.... (_The milk-jug upsets, falls from the table and smashes on the floor; and from the spilt milk there rises a tall, white, bashful figure who seems to be afraid of everything_.) TYLTYL And the frightened lady in her nightgown?... THE FAIRY That's Milk; she has broken her jug....