Mar. Grandpapa, there's one for you.
[Aside to him.
Lar. [To Mad. Aubrey.] Well, well it's very kind of you to be so fearful of something sudden, but you needn't—I've made my will. [Aside to Marguerite.] There's one for her!
Mad. A. Come now, take my arm, a walk upon the terrace will do you so much good. There, don't be afraid to lean on me.
Lar. You're very kind, cousin. Thank ye, thank ye. [Going.] Marguerite, my darling, ask him if he plays picquet.
Mar. I will.
Lar. Umph! do you think he does?
Mar. I have no doubt of it.
Lar. [As he goes out with Mad. Aubrey.] I hope so—I hope so—I hope so!
[Exeunt Laroque and Mad. Aubrey.