"You ask me to write it?"
"Yes, you, and on your refusal begged you to ask Pellisson, who is engaged upon it at this moment."
"Ah! that is what Pellisson is doing, then?"
"I'faith, my dear Moliere, you might indeed often be right."
"When?"
"When you call me absent. It is a wretched defect. I will cure myself of it, and do your prologue for you."
"But seeing that Pellisson is about it!—"
"Ah, true, double rascal that I am! Loret was indeed right in saying I was a poor creature."
"It was not Loret who said so, my friend."
"Well, then, whoever said so, 'tis the same to me! And so your divertissement is called the 'Facheux?' Well, can you not make heureux rhyme with fácheux?"