PASQUINOT. Why didn't you think of it before, wise man? I'm going to tell them everything.
BERGAMIN. No, please don't do that—at least not until after the signing of the contract. Let us not say a word until then.
PASQUINOT. Very well. But meantime, here we are caught in the net of your own making.
BERGAMIN. But my dear friend, you admired the plan!
PASQUINOT. A fine plan, in truth!
[SYLVETTE enters gaily, with flowers in her hand. She waves to
PERCINET in the distance, then comes down-stage.]
SYLVETTE. Good-day, Papa. Good-day, Father-in-law to-be!
BERGAMIN. Good-day, daughter-in-law to-be!
SYLVETTE. My, my, what a bad humor you are in!
BERGAMIN. It's Pasquinot's fault—he—he—