Count—Some one has told you the very thing I have had in mind.
André—Nobody has told me anything.
Count—Your word on it?
André—My word on it.
Count—Explain yourself. You, all by yourself, have had this idea of marriage?
André—I myself.
Count—Deny now the sympathy between us!
André—Well?
Count—It exists [putting his arms around his son]. There, embrace me!
André—And you accept?