Let us not say a word until then.
PASQUINOT. Very well. But meantime, there we are caught in the
net of your own making.
BERGAMIN. But my dear friend, you admired the plan!
PASQUINOT. A fine plan, in truth!
[SYLVETTE enters gaily, with flowers in her hand. She waves to
PERCINET in the distance, then comes down-stage.]
SYLVETTE. Good-day, Papa. Good-day, Father-in-law to-be!
BERGAMIN. Good-day, daughter-in-law to-be!
SYLVETTE. My, my, what a bad humor you are in!
BERGAMIN. It's Pasquinot's fault--he--he--
SYLVETTE. [Waving her flowers in BERGAMIN's face] Sh! Please
don't quarrel. Of course, I understand, you can't behave quite as
old friends, and you like to quarrel a little, in a friendly way--
BERGAMIN. Of course, our hatred was so great!
SYLVETTE. A mortal hatred, too! When I think what you've said
about Papa--oh, dear! I used to sit by the wall and hear every
word! And to think you never once suspected that I came there to
meet Percinet--
PASQUINOT. [Ironically] Ah, I--
SYLVETTE. We came every day at the same hour. [To BERGAMIN]
Ha, ha, I can still hear Percinet telling you that he was going to
marry--"most romantically"! And he kept his word!
BERGAMIN.
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