The Cooper

COLIN.

Why do you interrupt me when I am working, I was in the enthusiasm; one more stroke of the verloppe a type of jointer plane and I would have finished you a stave properly....

MARTIN.

That is not the question.

COLIN.

I would have given six francs so that this stave was finished to my taste.

MARTIN.

I tell you once more that it is not a question....

COLIN.

See what a turn it was taking, what grace, what delicacy!

MARTIN.

Will you be quiet?

COLIN.

Blast it, after that, I am not working anymore, and I throw everything to the devil.
(He throws his work onto Martin's legs.)

MARTIN.

Ouch!.. this rascal has crippled me.

COLIN.

My lady, excuse me, why did you not move aside? It is a remnant from the heat of the action.

MARTIN.

A plague on the action! where is Fanchette?

COLIN.

Fanchette? she is not here!

MARTIN.

I know that well.

COLIN.

Why then do you ask me? Let me work.

MARTIN.

I am asking you in what house, in what place, at whose home did she go? is that clear enough? do you understand me?