Har. You see what a great girl she is; but ill weeds grow apace.
Mar. (aside to Frosine). Oh, what an unpleasant man!
Har. (to Frosine). What does my fair one say?
Fro. That she thinks you perfect.
Har. You do me too much honour, my adorable darling.
Mar. (aside). What a dreadful creature!
Har. I really feel too grateful to you for these sentiments.
Mar. (aside). I can bear it no longer.
SCENE XI.——HARPAGON, MARIANNE, ÉLISE, CLÉANTE, VALÈRE, FROSINE, BRINDAVOINE.
Har. Here is my son, who also comes to pay his respects to you.