Bel. Now, don’t, don’t.
Arg. She is the cause of all my bile.
Bel. Don’t be so angry.
Arg. And I have asked you ever so many times to send her away.
Bel. Alas! my child, there is no servant without defects. We are obliged to put up at times with their bad qualities on account of their good ones. The girl is skilful, careful, diligent, and, above all, honest; and you know that in our days we must be very careful what people we take into our house. I say, Toinette.
SCENE VII.—ARGAN, BÉLINE, TOINETTE.
Toi. Madam.
Bel. How is this? Why do you put my husband in a passion?
Toi. (in a soft tone). I, Madam? Alas! I don’t know what you mean, and my only aim is to please master in everything.
Arg. Ah! the deceitful girl!