PERCINET. I adore you!
SYLVETTE. A realized dream. How my heart beats! I would never think of marrying a commonplace little husband picked out by my father!
PERCINET. Indeed?
SYLVETTE. No, no, not the way husbands are usually given to young girls.
PERCINET. No, you would never have thought of marrying the son of your father's best friend.
SYLVETTE. [Laughing] Indeed not. Have you noticed how our fathers have lately—?
PERCINET. Yes, like two dogs.
BERGAMIN. [Aside] Hm!
PERCINET. And I know the reason why. This new arrangement is not the best thing for their property. Our fathers are very good people, you know, but they haven't much soul, and our brilliant adventure rather throws them into the shade—
PASQUINOT. [Aside] How's that?