Mar. Doctor—
Des. My friend, Mademoiselle—and I never desert a friend, even though he has incurred the displeasure of your proud ladyship.
Mar. Do you not regard me as a friend?
Des. I should rather think so; known you since you were a baby; disposition altered since then—
Mar. For the better?
Des. Don't know that. When you are angry now it's a storm—then it was only a squall.
Mar. This is no jesting matter. Doctor Desmarets, I have always considered you a man of honor.
Des. Much obliged to you. I've been under the same impression myself.
Mar. What then is the meaning of this plot!
Des. Plot!