Maria. No, if you were only rich, you’d already be a Member of Congress,—perhaps even of the Provisional Government....
D’Eglantiers. Yes; I do really think, if I were richer——
Maria. Not a doubt about it! A man of your talents and your eloquence would certainly have reached a high rank at Brussels, but for the want of means.
D’Eglantiers. You’re flattering me; but, after all, think of the numbers of conceited fools that have been elected to Congress! They do nothing but talk and mismanage matters.
Maria. I really think that you ought to be there, sir. It’s quite a mistake your not going! Brussels is the only place fit for you.
D’Eglantiers. I tell you once more, you’re a flatterer; but I promise you one thing,—as soon as I’ve hoisted the Brabant flag on the church tower of this village, I’ll go to Brussels and ask for my discharge.
Maria (aside). A pleasant journey to you,—so long as the bonds remain here!
Enter Taelinck.
Taelinck. You’re up early, Captain?
D’Eglantiers. Yes, yes, good-morning! (Looking sideways at the portmanteau.) May the devil——