Arg. Quite sure?
Lou. Quite sure.
Arg. Ah! indeed! I will make you see something soon.
Lou. (seeing Argan take a rod). Ah! papa!
Arg. Ah! ah! false little girl; you do not tell me that you saw a man in your sister’s room!
Lou. (crying). Papa!
Arg. (taking Louison by the arm). This will teach you to tell falsehoods.
Lou. (throwing herself on her knees). Ah! my dear papa! pray forgive me. My sister had asked me not to say anything to you, but I will tell you everything.
Arg. First you must have a flogging for having told an untruth, then we will see to the rest.
Lou. Forgive me, papa, forgive me!