[Doing likewise] Pasquinot! [They embrace.]
PASQUINOT. How are you?
BERGAMIN. Pretty well.
PASQUINOT. How's your gout?
BERGAMIN. Better. And how is your cold?
PASQUINOT. Still troubles me, devil take it!
BERGAMIN. Well, the marriage is arranged!
PASQUINOT. What?
BERGAMIN. I heard everything--I was hidden in the bushes. They
adore each other!
PASQUINOT. Bravo!
BERGAMIN. We must bring matters to a head. [He rubs his hands.]
Ha, ha! Now we can do as we had planned--
PASQUINOT. Yes, and tear down the wall.
BERGAMIN. And live together.
PASQUINOT. Joining our properties.
BERGAMIN. By marrying our children. But I wonder whether they
would be so anxious if they knew we wished it? A marriage arranged
beforehand is not so tempting to two young children so romantic as
ours. That is why we kept our own wishes a secret. I felt sure
that after they had been separated--Sylvette in the convent,
Percinet at school--they would thrive on their secret love. That
is how I came to invent this hatred of ours. And you even doubted
its success! Now all we have to do is to say Yes.
PASQUINOT. But how can it be done? Remember, I've called you a
scoundrel, fool, idiot--
BERGAMIN.
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