ISA. I await your return impatiently. Pray, make as much haste as you can. I pine when I am a moment without seeing you.
SGAN. There, ducky, my heart's delight, I will return immediately.
SCENE XII.—SGANARELLE, alone.
Was there ever a girl more discreet and better behaved? Oh, how happy I am! and what a pleasure it is to find a woman just after my own heart! Yes, that is how our women ought to be, and not, like some I know, downright flirts, who allow themselves to be courted, and make their simple husbands to be pointed at all over Paris. (Knocks at Valère's door). Hulloa, my enterprising, fine gallant!
SCENE XIII.—VALÈRE, SGANARELLE, ERGASTE.
VAL. Sir, what brings you here again?
SGAN. Your follies.
VAL. How?
SGAN. You know well enough what I wish to speak to you about. To tell you plainly, I thought you had more sense. You have been making fun of me with your fine speeches, and secretly nourish silly expectations. Look you, I wished to treat you gently; but you will end by making me very angry. Are you not ashamed, considering who you are, to form, such designs as you do? to intend to carry off a respectable girl, and interrupt a marriage on which her whole happiness depends?
VAL. Who told you this strange piece of news, sir?