DORI. Well, I can only answer to this compliment by eating as I am doing.
MR. JOUR. Ah! what beautiful hands!
DORI. The hands have not much to boast of, Mr. Jourdain; it is the diamond which you wish to speak of; it is indeed very beautiful.
MR. JOUR. I, Madam? Heaven forbid that I should speak of it. It would be ungentlemanly to do so, and the diamond is but a trifle.
DOR. You are difficult to please.
MR. JOUR. You are too kind, and….
DOR. (after having made signs to MR. JOURDAIN). Come, come, give a little wine to Mr. Jourdain and to these gentlemen, who will do us the pleasure of singing us a drinking song.
DORI. It is a most charming thought to make good music accompany good food, and I find myself most kindly entertained here.
MR. JOUR. Madam, it is not….
DOR. Mr. Jourdain, let us listen to the music; what these gentlemen will tell us is better than all you and I could say.