François. Yes, yes, if they only did not smell so vilely.
Marquis. And my wife would not leave me in peace—I had to bring her here.
Séverine. Well, what is there so very special here?
Host (to Lansac). Well, so you're here, are you, you dried-up old scoundrel? Did you bring your wife along because she wasn't safe enough for you at home?
Marquis (with a forced laugh). He's quite a character.
Host. But take heed that she is not snatched away from under your nose in this very place. Aristocratic ladies like her very often get a deuce of a fancy to try what a real rogue is like.
Rollin. I suffer unspeakably, Séverine.
Marquis. My child, I prepared you for this—it is high time that we went.
Séverine. What ails you? I think it's charming. Nay, let us seat ourselves.
François. Would you allow me. Marquise, to present to you the Chevalier de la Tremouille. He is here for the first time, too. The Marquis de Lansac; Rollin, our celebrated poet.