Compels us to replace him and sets us back a week.

What an imbecile! A rotten bad egg.
But we must do him justice; he could jump, and jump well, the animal.
Well, my dear Romilly, we rehearse the new man to-day at two o'clock.
See to it that Regnard has the script of his part, and that he knows how to climb on to the roof.

Let us hope he won't kick the bucket on our hands like Chevalier.

What if he, too, were to commit suicide! You needn't laugh.

There's an evil spell on certain parts.