Cle. Oh, my father, riches are of little importance when one is sure of marrying a virtuous woman.
Har. I beg your pardon. Only there is this to be said: that if we do not find as much money as we could wish, we may make it up in something else.
Cle. That follows as a matter of course.
Har. Well, I must say that I am very much pleased to find that you entirely agree with me, for her modest manner and her gentleness have won my heart; and I have made up my mind to marry her, provided I find she has some dowry.
Cle. Eh!
Har. What now?
Cle. You are resolved, you say…?
Har. To marry Marianne.
Cle. Who? you? you?
Har. Yes, I, I, I. What does all this mean?