MR. JOUR. He! he!
MRS. JOUR. (aside). He scratches him where it itches.
DOR. Turn round. This is quite gallant.
MRS. JOUR. (aside). Yes, as fine a fool behind as before.
DOR. Indeed, Mr. Jourdain, I was very impatient to see you. You are the man I esteem most in the world, and I was talking of you again this very morning at the king's levée.
MR. JOUR. You do me too much honour, Sir. (To MRS. JOURDAIN) At the king's levée.
DOR. Come, put on your hat.
MR. JOUR. Sir, I know the respect I owe you;
DOR. Pray, put on your hat. No ceremony between us, I beg.
MR. JOUR. Sir!