A Servant--There are some people in the little parlor who say they have an appointment with Monsieur Poirier.
Poirier--Very well, ask them to wait a moment. [The servant goes out.] Your creditors, son-in-law.
Gaston--Yours, my dear father-in-law. I've turned them over to you.
Duke--As a wedding present.
THE FEELINGS OF AN ARTIST
From 'M. Poirier's Son-in-Law'
Poirier [alone]--How vexatious he is, that son-in-law of mine! and there's no way to get rid of him. He'll die a nobleman, for he will do nothing and he is good for nothing.--There's no end to the money he costs me.--He is master of my house.--I'll put a stop to it. [He rings. Enter a servant.] Send up the porter and the cook. We shall see my son-in-law! I have set up my back. I've unsheathed my velvet paws. You will make no concessions, eh, my fine gentleman? Take your comfort! I will not yield either: you may remain marquis, and I will again become a bourgeois. At least I'll have the pleasure of living to my fancy.
The Porter--Monsieur has sent for me?
Poirier--Yes, François, Monsieur has sent for you. You can put the sign on the door at once.