Nourvady.
Ah! Madam, a fortune is a burden like anything else, at least for a man, for women have more grace and intelligence in spending money than we. But with much simplicity, a few efforts of the intellect, a little ingenuity in the way of rendering services—there is sometimes a way to get out of the difficulty—for a man.
Trévelé.
And you get out of it remarkably well, my dear fellow! If we tease you about your millions, it is because it is the only subject we can joke you upon.
Nourvady (holding out his hand to him).
Rest assured, my dear Trévelé, that I am never offended at your jokes.
Godler (to Trévelé).
It is very fortunate for you, for if Nourvady were at all susceptible you would have a nice time.
Trévelé.
Why?