. . . You send us to bed in the house of a stranger . . . You allow your young wife ... in the house of a stranger . . . son-in-law, it's all off!
Fadinard.—You make me sick! (To Beauperthuis.) Sir, will you deign to overlook a slight mistake . . .
Nonancourt.—Let's put on our clothes, Bobin.
Bobin.—Yes, Uncle . . .
Fadinard.—That's it; let's go to my house . . . I'll go on, ahead of my wife . . . (Goes toward her; Beauperthuis restrains him.)
Beauperthuis (Sotto voce).—Sir, my wife has not come home!
Fadinard.—Then she's missed the 'bus . . .
Beauperthuis (Taking off his nightshirt and putting on his coat).—She is at your house . . .
Fadinard.—I don't think so . . . The lady there is a negress . . . Is your wife colored?
Beauperthuis.—Do you see anything green in my eye, Sir?
Fadinard.—I hadn't noticed . . .
Nonancourt.—Bobin, my sleeve!
Bobin.—Here, Uncle.
Beauperthuis (To Fadinard).—Where do you live, Sir?
Fadinard.—I don't live . . .
Nonancourt.—Number eight . . .
Fadinard (Hastily).—Don't tell him!
Nonancourt (Loudly).—Number eight, Baudoyer Square! Rascal!
Fadinard (Hopelessly).—All over!
Nonancourt.—Let's go, Daughter . . .
Bobin.—Let's all go!
Beauperthuis (Seizing Fadinard's arm).—Go, Sir!
Fadinard.—She's a negress!
Virginie (Entering by the door at the left, carries a cup upon a tray. Half opening the curtains of the alcove.)
Virginie.—Sir, here is your borage . . .
Vezinet (Rising up from his couch).—Thanks, I won't take anything.
Virginie (Dropping the cup).—Ah!
Vezinet.—Same to you; and many of them. (Falls back upon the couch; turns over.)
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