Girard The horses will soon be here at your orders. Wait for them here. Hola, lackey, hola, some chairs.
(Lackeys enter with chairs. Lucas exchanges greetings with the Baron and seats himself first.)
Lucas
Let's not have any manners while I'm here.
Baron
Let's talk about our business.
Lucas (not replying)
I've got a great idea just now.
Baron
We were discussing—
Lucas
In seeing me, all Paris is going to feast me. The one who won the
Grand Prize.
Baron
Before you leave—
Lucas All the world will be beggars except me, because my wealth will divert me. While I am in the grain, I am going to see people cry famine. What a pleasure!
Baron
Then, Lucas, do you intend to reach a conclusion for my ardent love?