(_Touching glasses with the SERGEANT._) Sergeant, your health! (_They all touch glasses with the SERGEANT._) Have another? THE SERGEANT I don’t mind. (_Smacking his lips._) That’s good wine, that is! SAINT ANTHONY I’m thirsty. I should like a glass of water. THE SERGEANT (_Grinning._) A glass of water! D’ye hear him? You shall have some water, my lad; you wait till we’re outside; it’ll come pouring into your mouth.... Come, we’ve hung around long enough.... Rabutteau, the handcuffs; and you, put out your hands.... SAINT ANTHONY But I haven’t.... THE SERGEANT What! Resistance and protests! That’s the last straw! They’re all alike! (_A ring at the front-door._) GUSTAVE A ring at the bell! (_JOSEPH goes to the front-door._) What’s the time? Perhaps it’s the first guests. ACHILLE Hardly. It’s not three yet. (_Enter the COMMISSARY OF POLICE._) Hallo, it’s Monsieur Mitrou, the Commissary of Police! THE COMMISSARY Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I heard... (_Catching sight of SAINT ANTHONY._) Why, I thought as much: it’s Saint Anthony himself, the great Saint Anthony of Padua!... GUSTAVE You know him, then? THE COMMISSARY Know him? I should think I did know him! It’s the third time that he’s escaped.... You know, he’s a little.... (_He taps his forehead with his finger._) And at each escape he does the same tricks: he cures the sick, heals cripples, practises medicine without a license—in short, commits a number of illegal actions.... (_Goes up to SAINT ANTHONY and examines him more attentively._) Yes, it’s he.... Or at least.... But he has changed a good deal since his last escapade.... Anyway, if it’s not he, it must be his brother.... There’s something that’s not quite clear to me. We’ll look into it at the police-station. Come along, I’m in a hurry; come along, lads, quick, to the station, to the station! GUSTAVE Better let him out this way, through the garden; it’ll attract less notice. (_JOSEPH opens the garden door, admitting a whirl of rain, sleet and wind._) ACHILLE Brrr, what weather! It’s raining, snowing, hailing! (_They push SAINT ANTHONY to the door._) VIRGINIE (_Running up._) But, sir, the poor man!... Look, he’s bare-footed! GUSTAVE Well, what of it? Do you want us to send for a carriage? Or a shrine, perhaps? VIRGINIE No, I’ll lend him my sabots. Take them, Saint Anthony; I have another pair. SAINT ANTHONY (_Putting on the sabots._) Thank you. (_His halo lights up._) VIRGINIE And are you putting nothing on your head? You’ll catch cold. SAINT ANTHONY I haven’t anything. VIRGINIE Take my little shawl. I’ll run and fetch you my umbrella. (_She hurries out._) ACHILLE The old fool. GUSTAVE This is all very well, but meanwhile we’re standing in the devil of a draught.... Come, take him to the station and let’s have an end of this. VIRGINIE (_Returning with an enormous umbrella, which she offers to SAINT ANTHONY._) Here’s my umbrella. SAINT ANTHONY