ERAS. Well! where is now your boasted certainty…?
VAL. (Smiling and going away). Farewell, Éraste.
GR.-RE. He is mad, surely. What reason has he to laugh?
ERAS. He certainly surprises me, and between ourselves I cannot imagine what the deuce of a mystery is hidden under this.
GR.-RE. Here comes his servant, I think.
ERAS. Yes, it is he; let us play the hypocrite, to set him talking about his master's love.
SCENE IV.—ÉRASTE, MASCARILLE, GROS-RENÉ.
MASC. (Aside). No, I do not know a more wretched situation, than to have a young master, very much in love.
GR.-RE. Good morning.
MASC. Good morning.