Mad. L. Come, Bevannes, order your horse, and ride by the carriage.
Bev. Thank you, but, with your permission, I'll ride in the carriage. The road is a bad one, and if one horse stumbles, another may.
Mad. L. Well, well, any way you please, only come.
[Exit.
Mad. A. Ah, poor girl, poor girl—
[Weeps.
Bev. Don't be so distressed, Madame. It's not your little niece.
Mad. A. Monsieur de Bevannes, you are a brute!
Bev. So is a donkey, Madame, and yet one died rich in your affection. Ah, if I could only have inherited a portion of his wealth.
[Exit.