Mercadet
What we used to call under the Empire, having our eyes bandaged.
Minard It is love, pure and holy, which can lend a charm to all the hours of life.
Mercadet
Yes all!—except the dinner hour.
Julie Father, do not ridicule two children who love each other with a passion which is true and pure, because it is founded upon a knowledge of each other's character; on the certitude of their mutual ardor in conquering the difficulties of life; in a word, of two children who will also cherish sincere affection for you.
Minard (to Mercadet)
What an angel, sir!
Mercadet (aside) I'll angel you! (Putting an arm around each.) Happy children!—You are absolutely in love? What a fine romance! (To Minard) You desire her for your wife?
Minard
Yes, sir.
Mercadet
In spite of all obstacles?
Minard
It is mine to overcome them!
Julie Father, ought you not to be grateful to me in that by my choice I am giving you a son full of lofty sentiments, endowed with a courageous soul, and—