Ten!
SYLVETTE. Oh, there were twenty at least, not counting the big
leader.
PERCINET. Or thirty--there must have been!
SYLVETTE. Tell me once more how it was accomplished?
PERCINET. They fell--like cards in a row!
SYLVETTE. Our story should be put into a poem!
PERCINET. It shall be.
SYLVETTE. How I love you!
PERCINET. I adore you!
SYLVETTE. A realized dream. How my heart beats! I would never
think of marrying a commonplace little husband picked out by my
father!
PERCINET. Indeed?
SYLVETTE. No, no, not the way husbands are usually given to young
girls.
PERCINET. No, _you_ would never have thought of marrying the son
of your father's best friend.
SYLVETTE. [Laughing] Indeed not. Have you noticed how our
fathers have lately--?
PERCINET. Yes, like two dogs.
BERGAMIN. [Aside] Hm!
PERCINET. And I know the reason why. This new arrangement is not
the best thing for their property. Our fathers are very good
people, you know, but they haven't much soul, and our brilliant
adventure rather throws them into the shade--
PASQUINOT. [Aside] How's that?
SYLVETTE. You see, they are fathers of celebrated lovers. Poor
fathers, how they have been deceived!
PASQUINOT.
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