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ARG. Be that as it may, she will be a nun. I have made up my mind.
BER. You intend to please somebody by so doing.
ARG. I understand what you mean. You always come back to that, and my wife is very much in your way.
BER. Well, yes, brother; since I must speak out, it is your wife I mean; for I can no more bear with your infatuation about doctors than with your infatuation about your wife, and see you run headlong into every snare she lays for you.
TOI. Ah! Sir, don't talk so of mistress. She is a person against whom there is nothing to be said; a woman without deceit, and who loves master--ah! who loves him.... I can't express how much.
ARG. (_to_ BeRALDE). Just ask her all the caresses she lavishes for me.
TOI. Yes, indeed!
ARG. And all the uneasiness my sickness causes her.
TOI. Certainly.
ARG. And the care and trouble she takes about me.
TOI. Quite right. (_To_ BeRALDE) Will you let me convince you; and to show you at once how my mistress loves my master. (_To_ ARGAN) Sir, allow me to undeceive him, and to show him his mistake.
ARG. How?
TOI. My mistress will soon come back. Stretch yourself full-length in this arm-chair, and pretend to be dead. You will see what grief she will be in when I tell her the news.
ARG. Very well, I consent.
TOI. Yes; but don't leave her too long in despair, for she might die of it.
ARG. Trust me for that.
TOI. (_to_ BeRALDE). Hide yourself in that corner.
SCENE XVII.--ARGAN, TOINETTE.
ARG. Is there no danger in counterfeiting death?
TOI. No, no. What danger can there be? Only stretch yourself there. It will be so pleasant to put your brother to confusion. Here is my mistress. Mind you keep still.
SCENE XVIII.--BeLINE, ARGAN (_stretched out in his chair_), TOINETTE.
TOI. (_pretending not to see_ BeLINE). Ah heavens! Ah! what a misfortune! What a strange accident!
BEL. What is the matter, Toinette?
TOI. Ah! Madam!
BEL. What ails you?
TOI. Your husband is dead.
BEL. My husband is dead?
TOI. Alas! yes; the poor soul is gone.
BEL. Are you quite certain?
TOI. Quite certain. n.o.body knows of it yet. I was all alone here when it happened. He has just breathed his last in my arms. Here, just look at him, full-length in his chair.
BEL. Heaven be praised. I am delivered from a most grievous burden.
How silly of you, Toinette, to be so afflicted at his death.
TOI. Ah! Ma'am, I thought I ought to cry.
BEL. Pooh! it is not worth the trouble. What loss is it to anybody, and what good did he do in this world? A wretch, unpleasant to everybody; of nauseous, dirty habits; always a clyster or a dose of physic in his body. Always snivelling, coughing, spitting; a stupid, tedious, ill-natured fellow, who was for ever fatiguing people and scolding night and day at his maids and servants.
TOI. An excellent funeral oration!
BEL. Toinette, you must help me to carry out my design; and you may depend upon it that I will make it worth your while if you serve me.
Since, by good luck, n.o.body is aware of his death, let us put him into his bed, and keep the secret until I have done what I want. There are some papers and some money I must possess myself of. It is not right that I should have pa.s.sed the best years of my life with him without any kind of advantage. Come along, Toinette, first of all, let us take all the keys.
ARG. (_getting up hastily_). Softly.
BEL. Ah!
ARG. So, my wife, it is thus you love me?
TOI. Ah! the dead man is not dead.
ARG. (_to_ BeLINE, _who goes away_) I am very glad to see how you love me, and to have heard the n.o.ble panegyric you made upon me. This is a good warning, which will make me wise for the future, and prevent me from doing many things.
SCENE XIX.--BeRALDE (_coming out of the place where he was hiding_), ARGAN, TOINETTE.
BER. Well, brother, you see....
TOI. Now, really, I could never have believed such a thing. But I hear your daughter coming, place yourself as you were just now, and let us see how she will receive the news. It is not a bad thing to try; and since you have begun, you will be able by this means to know the sentiments of your family towards you.
SCENE XX.--ARGAN, ANGeLIQUE, TOINETTE.
TOI. (_pretending not to see_ ANGeLIQUE). O heavens! what a sad accident! What an unhappy day!
ANG. What ails you, Toinette, and why do you cry?
TOI. Alas! I have such sad news for you.
