Notary (singing). “Prove an excuse for the glass.”
Dumont. Welcome, excellent neighbours! The Church and the Law.
Curate. And you, Charles, let me hope your feelings are in solemn congruence with this momentous step.
Notary (digging Charles in the ribs). Married? Lovely bride? Prove an excuse!
Dumont (to Curate). I fear our friend? perhaps? as usual? eh?
Curate. Possibly; I had not yet observed it.
Dumont. Well, well, his heart is good.
Curate. He doubtless meant it kindly.
Notary. Where’s Aline?