Toi. Fatherly love will hinder you.
Arg. It will not hinder me.
Toi. A little tear or two, her arms thrown round your neck, or “My darling little papa,” said very tenderly, will be enough to touch your heart.
Arg. All that will be useless.
Toi. Oh yes!
Arg. I tell you that nothing will move me.
Toi. Rubbish!
Arg. You have no business to say “Rubbish.”
Toi. I know you well enough; you are naturally kind-hearted.
Arg. (angrily). I am not kind-hearted, and I am ill-natured when I like.