(HARPAGON _looks pleased again_.) Joy sparkled in her eyes
while I told her of all your good qualities; and I succeeded, in
short, in making her look forward with the greatest impatience to the
conclusion of the match.
HAR. You have given me great pleasure, Frosine, and I assure you I....
FRO. I beg of you, Sir, to grant me the little assistance I ask of
you. (HARPAGON _again looks grave_.) It will put me on my feet
again, and I shall feel grateful to you for ever.
HAR. Good-bye; I must go and finish my correspondence.
FRO. I assure you, Sir, that you could not help me in a more pressing
necessity.
HAR. I will see that my carriage is ready to take you to the fair.
FRO. I would not importune you so if I were not compelled by
necessity.
HAR. And I will see that we have supper early, so that nobody may be
ill.
FRO. Do not refuse me the service; I beg of you. You can hardly
believe, Sir, the pleasure that....
HAR. I must go; somebody is calling me. We shall see each other again
by and by.
FRO. (_alone_). May the fever seize you, you stingy cur, and send
you to the devil and his angels! The miser has held out against all my
attacks; but I must not drop the negotiation; for I have the other
side, and there, at all events, I am sure of a good reward.
ACT III.
SCENE I.--HARPAGON, CLEANTE, ELISE, VALERE; DAME CLAUDE (_holding a
broom_), MASTER JACQUES, LA MERLUCHE, BRINDAVOINE.
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