Toi. (pretending not to see Béline). Ah heavens! Ah! what a misfortune! What a strange accident!
Bel. What is the matter, Toinette?
Toi. Ah! Madam!
Bel. What ails you?
Toi. Your husband is dead.
Bel. My husband is dead?
Toi. Alas! yes; the poor soul is gone.
Bel. Are you quite certain?
Toi. Quite certain. Nobody knows of it yet. I was all alone here when it happened. He has just breathed his last in my arms. Here, just look at him, full-length in his chair.
Bel. Heaven be praised. I am delivered from a most grievous burden. How silly of you, Toinette, to be so afflicted at his death.