PERCINET. [As before] Wing their way across the meadows, to make love to the adored flowers! Love—
BERGAMIN. Villain!
PERCINET. Love opens wide the heart of all nature. And you ask me to consent to a marriage of reason!
BERGAMIN. Of course I do!
PERCINET. [Passionately] No, no, no, Father. I swear by this wall—which hears me, I hope—that my marriage will be more romantic than any dreamed of in the most poetic of the world's love stories! [He runs out.]
BERGAMIN. [Pursuing him] Ah, let me catch you—!
SYLVETTE. I can really understand now why Papa hates that odious old man!
[Enter PASQUINOT, left.]
PASQUINOT. Well, Mademoiselle, what are you doing here?
SYLVETTE. Nothing. Taking the air.