Mr. de Bon. (to BÉLINE). These tears are unseasonable; things have not come to that yet.
Bel. Ah, Sir! you don’t know what it is to have a husband one loves tenderly.
Arg. All the regret I shall have, if I die, my darling, will be to have no child from you. Mr. Purgon told me he would make me have one.
Mr. de Bon. That may come still.
Arg. I must make my will, deary, according to what this gentleman advises; but, out of precaution, I will give you the twenty thousand francs in gold which I have in the wainscoting of the recess of my room, and two bills payable to bearer which are due to me, one from Mr. Damon, the other from Mr. Géronte.
Bel. No, no! I will have nothing to do with all that. Ah! How much do you say there is in the recess?
Arg. Twenty thousand francs, darling.
Bel. Don’t speak to me of your money, I beseech you. Ah! How much are the two bills for?
Arg. One, my love, is for four thousand francs, and the other for six thousand.
Bel. All the wealth in the world, my soul, is nothing to me compared to you.