Paul. What? to law about my cousin Michonnet’s house?
Toinon. Exactly.
Paul. Seeing that it was left to me lawfully, it is mine.
Toinon. My father has a will which, he says, renders yours invalid.
Paul. He is wrong. Besides, if he would only consent to our union the house would be his as well as mine.
Toinon. He says he hates you, and it would be better I should die an old maid than marry a scamp.
Paul. [Piteously.] Do you also, my darling, share his opinion?
Toinon. Alas!
Gnawer. [Aside.] That alas goes to my heart. It says more than enough.
Paul. Heavens! your father is coming down the street! I am off.