Idiot? Scoundrel was sufficient.
PASQUINOT. Now what pretext--?
BERGAMIN. Your daughter herself has given me an inspiration. This
evening they are to meet here at eight. Percinet comes first. At
the moment Sylvette appears, mysterious men in black will emerge
from the shadows and start to carry her off. An abduction! She
screams, then our young hero gives chase, draws his sword--the
ravishers pretend to flee--I arrive on the scene, then you--your
daughter is safe and sound. You bless the couple and drop a few
appropriate tears; my heart is softened. Tableau.
PASQUINOT. A stroke of genius.
BERGAMIN. [Modestly] Yes--I think it really is. Look--see that
man coming? It's Straforel, the bravado whom I wrote to a few
minutes ago. He is to superintend the abduction.
[STRAFOREL, in an elaborate swordsman's costume, appears at the
back of BERGAMIN's park, and swaggers down-stage.]
BERGAMIN. [Descending from the wall and bowing low to STRAFOREL]
Allow me to introduce you to my friend Pasquinot.
STRAFOREL. [Bowing] Monsieur! [He raises his head and sees no
PASQUINOT.]
BERGAMIN. [Pointing to PASQUINOT on the crest of the wall]
There, on the wall!--Now, my dear master, does my plan meet with
your approval?
STRAFOREL.
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