Girard (relaxing)
Relax. Take off your coat.
Lucas
The Grand Prize!
Girard
Since one is rich, one must get a little better clothes.
Lucas
One hundred thousand francs!
Girard
How much we'll drink at Lucas' place!
Lucas
Let's go quickly to Paris.
Girard
I will get you a carriage and horses.
Lucas Ah, I believe I'll die of luxury. Let's see the lottery quickly, so I can see myself first again.
Girard
Are you going to remain a farmer?
Lucas (indignant)
Me! A farmer.