Baron
What? Haven't you said a hundred times that you love me?
Lisette
Me? No.
Argon (charmed)
What naivete.
Widow (angry that Lisette has not fallen into the trap)
What do I hear?
Baron
What? Your tears, your sighs?
Lisette
Were lies.
Argon I know my neighbor. Without a doubt, it is a dream that he has seen you in tears and heaving sighs. At his age, while sleeping, these are pleasant notions.
Baron
But, I haven't dreamed what you have written.
Lisette
It's my father, and Madame is there to tell you so.
Widow
I am enraged.