Mr. Pour. Do you think, Mr. Oronte, that the people of Limoges are fools?
Oro. Do you think, Mr. de Pourceaugnac, that the people of Paris are asses?
Mr. Pour. Do you imagine, Mr. Oronte, that a man like me can be dying for a wife?
Oro. Do you imagine, Mr. de Pourceaugnac, that a daughter like mine can be dying for a husband?
SCENE VI.——MR. DE POURCEAUGNAC, JULIA, ORONTE.
Jul. I have just been told, father, that Mr. de Pourceaugnac has come. Ah, there he is, no doubt; my heart tells me so. How handsome he is! How splendidly he holds himself. How pleased I am to have such a husband![11] Give me leave to kiss him and to show him….
Oro. Softly, daughter, softly.
Mr. Pour. (aside). Heyday! At what a pace she goes, and how she takes fire!
Oro. I should very much like to know, Mr. de Pourceaugnac, for what reason you …
Jul. (approaches Mr. de Pourceaugnac, looks at him with a languishing look, and tries to take his hand). How pleased I am to see you! And how impatient I am to …