PED. They are fond of mastery. You are faint-hearted, despondent.
MAN. I am reasonable.
PED. You speak your defeat. There is no other man, is there?
MAN. Curse him!
PED. What sort of man?
MAN. Oh, a young swashbuckler, lately promoted to a Captaincy by Napoleon,—Jean Durand, by name.
PED. That man!
MAN. What of him?
PED. She must not marry him. One thing more: do you love her?
MAN. Pedro d’Acosta!