Lucas:
Nothing, nothing, ha, ha, ha.
(Sadly)
Here, Madam, I am giving you the keys.
Mrs. Townly:
I know why you're laughing.
Lucas: Ha, ha, ha, ha. I can't hold myself in. How nice to be thrown out. I'm not afraid of you. Ha, ha. I laugh like a merry go round at what you have done. Ha, ha, ha. Quite frankly, this is something that I expected for a long time from your difficult temperament and I hope you are inexorable. I have said to myself, if Madam sees that I want to take my leave, she won't hear of it. If I ask for my wages, she'll let me fish for them rather than be of my opinion. Oh, it's much better if I anger her so she will throw me out.
Mrs. Townly:
What! Who says I'm throwing you out?
Lucas: I have quarrelled with you, ha, ha, ha. I'm giving you back your keys willingly enough.
Mrs. Townly: Oh, I see. To get even you have decided to leave me without a gardener.
Lucas:
That's precisely what I'm going to do.
Mrs. Townly:
You can go when I have another.
Lucas:
You can have three right away.