Har. Nothing could be better.
Jac. (to Cléante). It's all settled; he is satisfied with your promises.
Cle. Heaven be praised!
Jac. Gentlemen, you have nothing to do but to talk quietly over the matter together; you are agreed now, and yet you were on the point of quarrelling through want of understanding each other.
Cle. My poor Jacques, I shall be obliged to you all my life.
Jac. Don't mention it, Sir.
Har. You have given me great pleasure, Master Jacques, and deserve a reward. (Harpagon feels in his pocket, Jacques holds out his hand, but Harpagon only pulls out his handkerchief, and says,) Go; I will remember it, I promise you.
Jac. I thank you kindly, Sir.
SCENE V.——HARPAGON, CLÉANTE.
Cle. I beg your pardon, father, for having been angry.