Toi. Oh! yes, I have some slight idea that you want to speak of our young lover, for it is of him we have been speaking for the last six days, and you are not well unless you mention him at every turn.
Ang. Since you know what it is I want, why are you not the first to speak to me of him? and why do you not spare me the trouble of being the one to start the conversation?
Toi. You don’t give me time, and you are so eager that it is difficult to be beforehand with you on the subject.
Ang. I acknowledge that I am never weary of speaking of him, and that my heart takes eager advantage of every moment I have to open my heart to you. But tell me, Toinette, do you blame the feelings I have towards him?
Toi. I am far from doing so.
Ang. Am I wrong in giving way to these sweet impressions?
Toi. I don’t say that you are.
Ang. And would you have me insensible to the tender protestations of ardent love which he shows me?
Toi. Heaven forbid!
Ang. Tell me, do you not see, as I do, Something providential, some act of destiny in the unexpected adventure from which our acquaintance originated?