We'll have to speed up the affair.
(Exit Lackey, enter Belise)
FRONTIN: Good. The prude is leaving. By having imitated trait for
trait her insipidity, her cold gravity, I pleased her. There's no
other way to please this foolish woman except by echoing her vapid
whims.------- Madame
BELISE: Ah, Senechal. What! You are here. I see you again.
FRONTIN: You see? As for me, I see you again, too.
BELISE: Once more I see the happiness of an unfeeling woman.
FRONTIN: I see again the happiness of a fire-proof man.
BELISE: Who looks with frigidity on the most charming of men.
FRONTIN: Who views with disdain the most loveable object.
BELISE: Preceded by terror, considering my love. I am astonished to
see this extreme change you've wrought in me in less than two weeks.
FRONTIN: I see with a kind of horror that you have effected a
metamorphosis in me.
BELISE: Both of us, at the same time, think the same thing?
FRONTIN: The same thing, and always sympathy between us.
BELISE: What a coincidence! Oh, heaven! To take you for a spouse.
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