Count—There will be left to me—
André—Forty thousand livres income, and as much for me,—no more; and with all that, during three or four years you will not have the capital at your disposition.
Count—Heavens, what a smash!
André—Are you willing to accept my scheme?
Count—I must.
André—Very well, then: sign these papers!
Count—What are they?
André—They are papers which I have just got from the notary, and which I have been expecting to make you sign while at Dieppe and send to me; but since you are here—
Count [signs]—Since I am here, I may as well sign at once: you are quite right,—there you are.
André—Very well; now as, according to my notions, just as much as you are left to yourself you will slip back into the same errors as in the past—