Sbri. Is it possible?
Mr. Pour. It is, indeed. They were a dozen devils at my heels, and I had all the difficulty in the world to escape out of their clutches.
Sbri. Just fancy how deceitful people's looks are; I should have taken him for the most affectionate friend you have. It is a wonder to me how there can exist such rascals in the world.
Mr. Pour. My imagination is full of it all; and it seems to me that I see everywhere a dozen injections threatening me.
Sbri. This is really too bad! how treacherous and wicked people are!
Mr. Pour. Pray, tell me where Mr. Oronte lives. I should be glad to go there at once.
Sbri. Ah! ah! you are of a loving disposition, I see; and you have heard that Mr. Oronte has a daughter?
Mr. Pour. Yes; I am come to marry her.
Sbri. To ma … to marry her?
Mr. Pour. Yes.