MAR. Captain Durand!
MAN. Yes. Do you suppose I do not see how he has hoodwinked you into admiration, love perhaps, by his tales of valor and gallantry.
MAR. Please give me my basket.
MAN. You shall not put me aside in this manner. You shall realize that I love you and that you shall love me.
MAR. Why such vehemence since you are confident?
MAN. Because you are cruel; because day by day you torture me.
MAR. I have never given you any hope.
MAN. You give me none now?
MAR. I give you none now.
MAN. Ha! ha! “Sweep aside all denial; rush her along the current of your will. When she recovers, she will admire, love you.”