Arg. Good-bye, deary.
SCENE IX.—ARGAN, MR. DIAFOIRUS, T. DIAFOIRUS, TOINETTE.
Arg. How much this woman loves me; it is perfectly incredible.
Mr. Dia. We shall now take our leave of you, Sir.
Arg. I beg of you, Sir, to tell me how I am.
Mr. Dia. (feeling Argan’s pulse). Now, Thomas, take the other arm of the gentleman, so that I may see whether you can form a right judgment on his pulse. Quid dicis?
T. Dia. Dico that the pulse of this gentleman is the pulse of a man who is not well.
Mr. Dia. Good.
T. Dia. That it is duriusculus, not to say durus.
Mr. Dia. Very well.