Dor. The day before yesterday our mistress was very feverish from morning to night, and suffered from a most extraordinary headache.
Org. And Tartuffe?
Dor. Tartuffe! He is wonderfully well, stout, and fat with blooming cheeks and ruddy lips.
Org. Poor man!
Dor. In the evening she felt very faint, and the pain in her head was so great that she could not touch any thing at supper.
Org. And Tartuffe?
Dor. He ate his supper by himself before her, and very devoutly devoured a brace of partridges and half a leg of mutton hashed.
Org. Poor man!
Dor. She spent the whole of the night without getting one wink of sleep: she was very feverish, and we had to sit up with her until the morning.
Org. And Tartuffe?