ANG. (_aside_). I will pay you back. If I can only slip into the house while you are looking for me, it shall be my turn. (_She runs past_ BARBOUILLÉ, _and manages to get into the house without his knowledge._) BAR. Well! I knew she was not so stupid as all that! She is dead, and yet she runs like Pacolet's horse.[8] To say the truth, she really frightened me, she did right to run away, for if I had found her alive after she had given me such a fright, my boot would have taught her not to play the fool. I must go to bed now. Hallo! the wind must have shut the door to, I fear. Hi! Cathau, Cathau, open the door. ANG. (_at the window_). "Cathau, Cathau! well what is the matter with Cathau?" and where do you come from, you drunkard? Well, well, my parents will soon be here, and will hear all about you. You wine-tap, you infamous wretch, you do not stir from the public-house; but leave a poor wife with little children waiting for you all day at home without caring to know if they want anything. BAR. Open quickly, she-devil! or I'll break your head open. SCENE XII.--GORGIBUS, VILLEBREQUIN, ANGÉLIQUE, LE BARBOUILLÉ. GOR. Why, what is it now? still quarrelling and fighting? VILL. What? will you never agree? ANG. Only just look at him! he is drunk, and returns at this time of night to make a noise and threaten to kill me. GOR. She is right: it is not at this hour of night you should come home. Why can you not, like a good father of a family, come home early and live at peace with your wife? BAR. Deuce take me, if I left the house! Ask those gentlemen who are on the terrace there. It is she who has only just come home. Ah! how innocence is always oppressed! GOR. Well! Come, come, try to agree together, and ask her to forgive you. BAR. I ask her to forgive me! I had rather the devil flew off with her. I am in such a terrible rage, I hardly know what to do. GOR. Come, daughter, kiss your husband, and be friends. SCENE XIII.--THE DOCTOR (_in night-gear at another window_). DOC. What! always noise, disorder, dissension, quarrels, strife, disputes, uproar, everlasting altercations? What is it? What can it be? One can have no rest. VILL. It is nothing, Mr. Doctor, every one is agreed. DOC. Ah! about being agreed, shall I read you a chapter of Aristotle, where he proves that all the different parts of the universe subsist only through the concord which exists between them? VILL. Will it be long? DOC. No, it's not a bit long, only about sixty or eighty pages. VILL. Thanks, good night, good night! GOR. It is not necessary. DOC. Do you wish for it? GOR. No. DOC. Good night, then, since it is so--_latine, bona nox_. VILL. Let us all go and have some supper together. FOOTNOTES [1] An Italian game (Latin, _micare digitis_), in which one player suddenly raises the hand of which some fingers are shut, and some are open. The other players have to guess the number of fingers raised.