SYLVETTE. This is not at all impossible, is it?
PERCINET. Someone's coming!
SYLVETTE. [Forgetting herself] Kiss me!
PERCINET. [Kissing her] This evening, at eight, then? As usual? You will come?
SYLVETTE. No.
PERCINET. Yes!
SYLVETTE. [Disappearing behind the wall] Your father! [PERCINET jumps quickly from the wall.]
[Enter BERGAMIN.]
BERGAMIN. Ah, ha, I find you here again, dreaming in this corner of the park!
PERCINET. Father, I love this old corner! I adore this bench over which the vines of the wall have so gracefully draped themselves. See, what graceful arabesques these festoons make! The air is purer here.