Argon You've said it twenty times. But for the hundredth time, you still must prove it.
Widow
Speak low. I see the Baron and Lucas. Keep aside and you will perhaps
be able to see that not only Lucas prefers his master to you, but also
Lisette.
Argon
Let's see. I would be undeceived.
(Argon goes to the side. Enter Girard.)
Widow
Well?
Girard
Lucas is occupied with his Grand Prize.
Widow
But, does the Baron intend to marry—
Girard Patience. I am given all the rents in advance. For it is I, who have managed all. Lucas is metamorphosized into a great lord. Since he has seen the lottery, his sudden riches trouble his head, and have changed his type. He has nothing human remaining except his form and his pride. Grave, deciding with a wink of his eye, disdaining to speak or speaking by sentence. He believes people applaud his silence. Saluting with his big head, puffed up, swollen, Lucas has become subtly inflated with a contagious disease. He can be seen thrusting his paunch two steps ahead of himself.
Widow
In that case, Girard, we must— But Lisette is running this way. Mr.
Argon is following her. Things aren't turning out right.
Girard
No.