Arg. How?
Toi. My mistress will soon come back. Stretch yourself full-length in this arm-chair, and pretend to be dead. You will see what grief she will be in when I tell her the news.
Arg. Very well, I consent.
Toi. Yes; but don’t leave her too long in despair, for she might die of it.
Arg. Trust me for that.
Toi. (to Béralde). Hide yourself in that corner.
SCENE XVII.—ARGAN, TOINETTE.
Arg. Is there no danger in counterfeiting death?
Toi. No, no. What danger can there be? Only stretch yourself there. It will be so pleasant to put your brother to confusion. Here is my mistress. Mind you keep still.