Madame Fourchambault--Nothing and everything. Even his name is absurd. I never would have consented to be called Madame Chauvet, and Blanche is as proud as I was. But that is only a detail; the truth is, I won't have her marry a clerk.
Fourchambault--You won't have! You won't have! But there are two of us.
Madame Fourchambault--Are you going to portion Blanche?
Fourchambault--I? No.
Madame Fourchambault--Then you see there are not two of us. As I am going to portion her, it is my privilege to choose my son-in-law.
Fourchambault--And mine to refuse him. I tell you I won't have your little baron at any price.
Madame Fourchambault--Now it is your turn. What fault can you find with him, except his title?
Fourchambault--He's fast, a gambler, worn out by dissipation.
Madame Fourchambault--Blanche likes him just as he is.
Fourchambault--Heavens! He's not even handsome.