Mad. A. Reminds me of my own portrait, taken in happier years, long passed away.
Man. But there are as happy ones in store for you, I hope.
Mad. A. That will depend greatly upon you, Monsieur Manuel.
Man. On me?
Mad. A. Yes. Do you know, Monsieur Manuel, that I find my poor cousin Laroque very much changed,—
Man. Indeed he is.
Mad. A. And for the worse. In fact, he appears to me to be sinking fast.
Man. I'm afraid such is the case.
Mad. A. How fond he is of you—you, it is well known, possess his entire confidence.
Man. I have been fortunate enough to make my poor services acceptable to him.