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Five o'clock has struck, night will soon be here. I must go take my report to the Castle, and get dressed. (He calls.) Claudine, Jeannette, Claudine. I would wager they are still arguing.
Yes, yes, I will say it.
My aunt.
I will prevent
A little flighty girl
From marrying off her head.
My cravat, my sleeves,
And my Sunday suit.
Marcel.
My father.
Quiet there.