Marquis. Poor fellow!
SCENE V
Macaire, to whom Bertrand. Afterwards Dumont
Bertrand. Well?
Macaire. Bitten.
Bertrand. Sold again.
Macaire. Had he the wit of a lucifer match! But what can gods or men against stupidity? Still, I have a trick. Where is that damned old man?
Dumont (entering). I hear you want me.
Macaire. Ah, my good old Dumont, this is very sad.
Dumont. Dear me, what is wrong?