Des. What the devil! You don't mean to tell me you can't agree with her.
Man. I do assure you—she loses no opportunity to humiliate, and even openly insult me. Indeed, it has lately become insufferable—so that I am going to tax your friendship once more, to seek for me some other employment.
Des. Now don't be hasty, my dear boy. By Jove! here she comes—no she don't—she perceives you—and there she goes. She don't escape me though.
Man. Nay, my dear doctor, I beg of you—
Des. Stuff! nonsense! I'll just give her a piece of my mind.
[Exit.
Man. I very much fear the Doctor's zeal in my cause will lead him into trouble with this proud girl—but I am resolved. Here, I will not, can not remain. Rose, my darling, thy marriage dowry must be sought and won elsewhere. I will at once visit my poor old friend, and say farewell. Marguerite I will see no more—no faltering now—a good resolve once taken, action should be speedy. To-night the horse I have almost learned to love, because she would one day ride him, shall bear me for the last time.
[Exit.
The Doctor and Marguerite are heard outside—then enter.
Des. Can't help it, if I do offend you. The young man is my friend—