(_Feeling his head and forehead._) And here? Does it hurt when I press my finger? SAINT ANTHONY No. THE DOCTOR Excellent, excellent! Do you ever feel giddy? SAINT ANTHONY Never. THE DOCTOR And in the past ... no accident, at any time? Let’s have a look at your chest. Say “Ah!” That’s right. Once more; deep breath. Deeper, deeper. That’s right.... And what is it you want, my man? SAINT ANTHONY To go into that room. THE DOCTOR What for? SAINT ANTHONY To raise Mademoiselle Hortense from the dead. THE DOCTOR She’s not there. SAINT ANTHONY She is there. I see her. GUSTAVE He sticks to it. ACHILLE Couldn’t you give him a hypodermic injection? THE DOCTOR What for? ACHILLE To send him to sleep. Then we would put him in the street. THE DOCTOR No, no; no nonsense. Besides, it’s dangerous. ACHILLE That’s his look out, not ours. We’re not paid to take care of madmen, tramps or drunkards. THE DOCTOR Shall I give you my opinion? GUSTAVE I wish you would. THE DOCTOR We have to do with a madman, a rather feeble-minded and quite harmless monomaniac, who may become dangerous, however, if we thwart him. I know the type.... We are among ourselves; moreover, strange though the experiment which he proposes may seem, it involves no lack of respect for the dear departed.... That being so, I don’t see why, in order to avoid any scandal and since he’s asking such a simple thing, we shouldn’t allow him to go into the room for a moment. GUSTAVE Never! What’s the world coming to, if the first person that comes along can force his way like this into a respectable household, under the ridiculous pretext of bringing back to life a dead woman who has never done him any harm? THE DOCTOR As you please; it’s for you to decide. On the one hand, you have an inevitable scandal, for nothing will make him give up his idea; on the other, a small concession which costs you nothing. ACHILLE The doctor’s right.... THE DOCTOR There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll take the whole responsibility. Besides, we shall all be there and we shall go in with him. GUSTAVE Very well, then, let’s have done with it.... But, whatever happens, don’t let this ludicrous incident get about, will you? ACHILLE Aunt Hortense’s jewels are put out on the mantelpiece.... GUSTAVE I know. I’ll keep an eye on them, for I confess that I don’t trust him. (_To SAINT ANTHONY._) It’s this way, come in. But be quick about it; we haven’t lunched yet. (_GUSTAVE opens the folding-doors, revealing the drawing-room, in which is a large four-poster, with MADEMOISELLE HORTENSE’S body laid out upon it. Two lighted candles, a crucifix, a branch of palm, wreaths. At the back, a glass door leading to the garden. ALL go in, SAINT ANTHONY and GUSTAVE last._) GUSTAVE Here is the body of the dear departed. As you see, she’s quite dead. Are you satisfied?... And now leave us. Let us cut short the experiment. (_To JOSEPH._) Show the gentleman out by the garden-door.