BELISE: Here I am. But at least the world agrees I have chosen you
from taste, from wisdom.
FRONTIN: Our marriage is the wisest type.
BELISE: But all my embarrassment is, that by marrying, I must--here's
the trouble--, I must pay this forfeiture. What to do? This forfeiture
note that I gave to Valere. That crazy sister of mine invented the
forfeiture. We made two promissory notes to this cursed nephew. All
falls on me, since I am marrying, so I will have to pay up all by
myself, and I'm going to have to put up with all kinds of jesting from
her. Blush to death.
FRONTIN: While our love remains secret, compose yourself and retrieve
your promissory notes from Valere.
BELISE: That's my intention. I am going to my notary to take some
money to my nephew. Without a doubt he will instantly return my
promissory note to me. But if my sister should learn of it, oh, my
heart palpitates. From reason and from shame, I avoid her carefully.
After seeing you, I dare not see her.
(Exit Belise)
FRONTIN: We shall get to tap that money she's going to receive.
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