Mr. Dia. Optime.
Arg. (to Angélique). Come, bow to this gentleman.
T. Dia. (to Mr. Diafoirus). Shall I kiss?
Mr. Dia. Yes, yes.
T. Dia. (to Angélique). Madam, it is with justice that heaven has given you the name of stepmother, since we see in you steps towards the perfect beauty which....[2]
Arg. (to Thomas Diafoirus). It is not to my wife, but to my daughter, that you are speaking.
T. Dia. Where is she?
Arg. She will soon come.
T. Dia. Shall I wait, father, till she comes?
Mr. Dia. No; go through your compliments to the young lady in the meantime.