DOR. Ah, Madam, these are trifles not worth mentioning, and it is not from that….
DORI. I know what I am saying; and, among other things, the diamond you forced upon me is of a price….
DOR. Nay, Madam, do not set such value upon a thing which my love thinks so unworthy of you; and allow me…. Here is the master of the house.
SCENE XIX.—MR. JOURDAIN, DORIMÈNE, DORANTE.
MR. JOUR. (after having made two bows, finds himself too near to DORIMÈNE). A little farther, Madam.
DORI. What?
MR. JOUR. One step more, if you please.
DOR. What then?
MR. JOUR. Fall back a little for the third.
DOR. Mr. Jourdain, Madam, knows whom he is addressing.