Mercadet
Is that the letter you sent by Justin?
De la Brive
The very one.
Mercadet
And what have you told him?
De la Brive
The name of my father-in-law. Confound it!—I thought you were rich.
Mercadet (despairingly) And you have written that to Pierquin? It's all up! This fresh defeat will be known on the Exchange! But, any way, I am ruined! Suppose I write to him— Suppose I ask him— (He goes to the table to write.)
SCENE NINTH
The same persons, Mme. Mercadet, Julie and Verdelin.
Mme. Mercadet
My friend, M. Verdelin.
Julie (to Verdelin)
Here is my father, sir.
Mercadet
Ah! It is you, is it, Verdelin—and you are come to dinner?