Jac. Of a colour … of a certain colour…. Can't you help me to find the word?
Har. Ugh!
Jac. Red; isn't it?
Har. No, grey.
Jac. Ha! yes, reddish-grey! That's what I meant.
Har. There is no doubt about it, it's my casket for certain. Write down his evidence, Sir! Heavens! whom can we trust after that? We must never swear to anything, and I believe now that I might rob my own self.
Jac. (to Harpagon). There he is coming back, Sir; I beg of you not to go and tell him that it was I who let it all out, Sir.
SCENE III.——HARPAGON, THE POLICE OFFICER, VALÈRE, MASTER JACQUES.
Har. Come, come near, and confess the most abominable action, the most horrible crime, that was ever committed.
Val. What do you want, Sir?