What? Raise my aunt from the dead? (_To VIRGINIE._) He’s drunk. Why did you let him in? (_To SAINT ANTHONY._) Look here, my man, be sensible: we have no time for jesting. My aunt is to be buried to-day; you can call again to-morrow. Here. Here’s a trifle for you. SAINT ANTHONY (_With gentle persistence._) I must raise her from the dead to-day. GUSTAVE All right, presently, after the ceremony! Come, here’s the door. SAINT ANTHONY I shall not leave until I have brought her back to life. GUSTAVE (_Blazing out._) Look here, I’ve had enough of this! You’re getting tiresome! My guests are waiting for me. (_He opens the front-door._) Here’s the door. Look sharp, please! SAINT ANTHONY I shall not leave until I have brought her back to life. GUSTAVE Oh, won’t you? We’ll see about that. (_Opens the glass door and calls out._) Joseph! JOSEPH (_Appears in the doorway, with a large steaming dish in his hands._) Yes, sir? GUSTAVE (_Glancing at the dish._) What’s that? JOSEPH The partridges, sir. GUSTAVE Give the dish to Virginie and turn this drunken fellow out of doors. And be quick about it. JOSEPH (_Handing VIRGINIE the dish._) Very good, sir. (_Going up to the SAINT._) Come on, old fellow, didn’t you hear? It’s all very well getting tight; you’ve got to pull yourself together now. Come on! Get out of this! You’d better come quietly, or you’ll regret it: I can be pretty rough when I like. You won’t? You just wait! Open the door, Virginie.... GUSTAVE Wait, I’ll open it. (_Opens the street-door._) JOSEPH That’s it; we’ll soon get rid of him now. (_Turning up his sleeves and spitting in his hands._) I’m going to show you what’s what. (_He grasps SAINT ANTHONY firmly, with the intention of flinging him into the street. The SAINT stands rooted to the spot, JOSEPH looks nonplussed._) Sir! GUSTAVE What’s the matter? JOSEPH I don’t know, sir. He seems fixed. I can’t get him to budge. GUSTAVE I’ll help you. (_Both of them try to push SAINT ANTHONY out, but he remains immovable. GUSTAVE, in an undertone._) Well, upon my soul! He’s dangerous. Be careful. He has the strength of a Hercules. Let’s try being gentle with him. (_To SAINT ANTHONY._) Listen to me, my friend. You understand, don’t you, that, on a day like this, when we’re burying my aunt, my poor dear aunt.... SAINT ANTHONY I have come to raise her from the dead.... GUSTAVE But you understand, surely, that this is not the moment.... The partridges are getting cold, the guests are waiting. Besides we are not in the mood for laughing. ACHILLE (_Appears at the top of the steps, napkin in hand._) What’s the matter, Gustave? What’s up? We’re waiting for the partridges. GUSTAVE Our friend here refuses to go away. ACHILLE Is he boozed? GUSTAVE Well, of course. ACHILLE Kick him out and have done with it. I don’t see why our good luncheon should be spoilt for the sake of a dirty drunkard. GUSTAVE He won’t go. ACHILLE