I swear by this
wall--which hears me, I hope--that my marriage will be more
romantic than any dreamed of in the most poetic of the world's love
stories! [He runs out.]
BERGAMIN. [Pursuing him] Ah, let me catch you--!
SYLVETTE. I can really understand now why Papa hates that odious
old man!
[Enter PASQUINOT, left.]
PASQUINOT. Well, Mademoiselle, what are you doing here?
SYLVETTE. Nothing. Taking the air.
PASQUINOT. Alone? But, you silly girl, are you not afraid?
SYLVETTE. Not in the least.
PASQUINOT. Near this wall? I forbade you to come near it! You
see that park over there? That belong to my mortal enemy!
SYLVETTE. I know it, Father dear.
PASQUINOT. Why, here you are exposed to any insult, any--if those
rascals knew that my daughter were walking alone in this park--
Brr! It makes me shiver to think of! I'm going to have the wall
repaired, and erect a huge iron grill on top of it.
SYLVETTE. [Aside] He'll never do it--it would cost too much!
PASQUINOT. Now go into the house--quick! [She goes out, PASQUINOT
glowering at her.]
BERGAMIN. [Heard from the other side of the wall, as he enters]
Take this note at once to Monsieur Straforel.
PASQUINOT. [Running to the wall and climbing to the top of it]
Bergamin!
BERGAMIN.
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