TRUF. I am delighted with this; come in, I am satisfied. (Mascarille follows Trufaldin into his house).
LEL. (Returning). This to me! To be thus affronted by a servant! Could I have thought the wretch would have dared thus to ill-treat his master?
MASC. (From Trufaldin's window). May I take the liberty to ask how your shoulders are?
LEL. What! Have you the impudence still to address me?
MASC. Now see what it is not to have perceived Jeannette, and to have always a blabbing tongue in your head! However, this time I am not angry with you, I have done cursing and swearing at you; though you behaved very imprudently, yet my hand has made your shoulders pay for your fault.
LEL. Ha! I shall be revenged on you for your treacherous behaviour.
MASC. You yourself were the cause of all this mischief.
LEL. I?
MASC. If you had had a grain of sense when you were talking to your idol you would have perceived Jeannette at your heels, whose sharp ears overheard the whole affair.
LEL. Could anybody possibly catch one word I spoke to Celia?