Ber. You are terribly angry with him.
Arg. Yes, he is an ill-advised fellow, and if the doctors are wise, they will do what I say.
Ber. He will be wiser than the doctors, for he will not go and ask their help.
Arg. So much the worse for him, if he has not recourse to their remedies.
Ber. He has his reasons for not wishing to have anything to do with them; he is certain that only strong and robust constitutions can bear their remedies in addition to the illness, and he has only just enough strength for his sickness.
Arg. What absurd reasons. Here, brother, don’t speak to me anymore about that man; for it makes me savage, and you will give me his complaint.
Ber. I will willingly cease, brother; and, to change the subject, allow me to tell you that, because your daughter shows a slight repugnance to the match you propose, it is no reason why you should shut her up in a convent. In your choice of a son-in-law you should not blindly follow the anger which masters you. We should in such a matter yield a little to the inclinations of a daughter, since it is for all her life, and the whole happiness of her married life depends on it.
SCENE IV.—MR. FLEURANT, ARGAN, BÉRALDE.
Arg. Ah! brother, with your leave.
Ber. Eh? What are you going to do?