M. Jour. No, none of that. I am devilishly hot-tempered, and morality, or no morality, I like to give full vent to my anger whenever I have a mind to it.
Prof. Phil. Would you like to learn physics?
M. Jour. And what have physics to say for themselves?
Prof. Phil. Physics are that science which explains the principles of natural things and the properties of bodies; which discourses of the nature of the elements, of metals, minerals, stones, plants, and animals; which teaches us the cause of all the meteors, the rainbow, the ignis fatuus, comets, lightning, thunder, thunderbolts, rain, snow, hail, and whirlwinds.
M. Jour. There is too much hullaballoo in all that, too much riot and rumpus.
Prof. Phil. Very good.
M. Jour. And now I want to intrust you with a great secret. I am in love with a lady of quality, and I should be glad if you would help me to write something to her in a short letter which I mean to drop at her feet.
Prof. Phil. Very well.
M. Jour. That will be gallant, will it not?
Prof. Phil. Undoubtedly. Is it verse you wish to write to her?