Arg. Be sure you take great care, for here is my little finger that knows everything, and it will tell me if you don’t speak the truth.
Lou. But, papa, you won’t tell sister that I told you.
Arg. No, no.
Lou. (after having listened to see if any one can hear). Papa, a young man came into sister’s room while I was there.
Arg. Well?
Lou. I asked him what he wanted; he said that he was her music-master.
Arg. (aside). Hm! hm! I see. (To Louison) Well?
Lou. Then sister came.
Arg. Well?
Lou. She said to him, “Go away, go away, go. Good heavens! you will drive me to despair.”