Bev. My dear friend—
Man. [Aside.] Now he's getting tender!
Bev. One word from you as to the proper disposition of the money would—
Man. Monsieur de Bevannes, let me end this at once, by telling you that, in my opinion, any interference from me in the family affairs of M. Laroque, would be a gross and unseemly abuse of his confidence.
Bev. And this is the return you make for mine?
Man. I did not solicit it, sir.
Bev. Sir, permit me to take your hand.
Man. Really—
Bev. You have stood the test, you are a noble fellow. You are—
Enter Madame Aubrey.