MRS. JOUR. (to NICOLE). When once he is with him, he can't leave him.
DOR. I described to her in glowing colours the expense of such a present, and the greatness of your love.
MR. JOUR. Your kindness is too much for me, Sir, and I feel perfectly ashamed to see a man of such high standing condescend to do for me the things you do.
DOR. Nonsense! Do friends stand upon such scruples? and would you not do for me the very same thing if the opportunity presented itself?
MR. JOUR. Oh, decidedly, and with all my heart!
MRS. JOUR. (aside to NICOLE). How hard for me to bear with his presence.
DOR. For my part, I hesitate at nothing when I want to serve a friend; and as soon as you told me of your admiration for this charming marchioness, with whom I was acquainted, you saw me at once put myself at your disposal to serve your love.
MR. JOUR. It is perfectly true. Such kindness confounds me.
MRS. JOUR. (to NICOLE). Will he never go?
NIC. (to MRS. JOURDAIN). They are very thick together.