The whole forms a perfectly exact circle, without which there is no well-being.

And when neither heart nor brain acts, as in the Colonel's case, I don't see which of the two can set the other in motion.

You remember the scene in the '_Ecole des femmes_,' where Arnolphe knocks at his door?
The valet and the maid, Alain and Georgette, are both in the house.

'Georgette!' cries Alain.--'Well ?' replies Georgette.--'Open the door down there!'-- 'Go yourself! Go yourself!'-- 'Gracious me! I shan't go!'-- 'I shan't go either!'-- 'Open it right away!'-- 'Open it yourself!' And nobody opens it.

I am inclined to think, Monsieur, that we are attending a performance of this comedy.