Baroness--I shall rush off to reassure your friend.
Marquis--They are not so anxious as all that. Tell me something of them.
Baroness--But somebody's waiting in my carriage.
Marquis--I'll send to ask him up.
Baroness--But I'm not sure that you know him.
Marquis--His name?
Baroness--I met him by chance.
Marquis--And you brought him by chance. [He rings.] You are a mother to me. [To Dubois.] You will find an ecclesiastic in Madame's carriage. Tell him I'm much obliged for his kind alacrity, but I think I won't die this morning.
Baroness--O Marquis! what would our friends say if they heard you?
Marquis--Bah! I'm the black sheep of the party, its spoiled child; that's taken for granted. Dubois, you may say also that Madame begs the Abbé to drive home, and to send her carriage back for her.