I suppose that your friend Adolphe thinks that we are rich?

Julie
He has never spoken to me about money.

Mercadet
Just so. I can quite understand it. (To Julie) Julie, write to him at
once, telling him to come to me.

Julie (kissing him)
Dear papa!

Mercadet
And you must marry M. de la Brive. Instead of living on a fourth floor
in a suburb, you will have a fine house in the Chaussee-d'Antin, and,
if you are not the wife of a Minister, you perhaps will be the wife of
a peer of France. I am sorry, my daughter, that I have no more to
offer you. Remember, you can have no choice in the matter, for M.
Minard is going to give you up.

Julie
Oh! he will never do that, papa. He will win your heart--

Mme. Mercadet
My dear, suppose he loves her?

Mercadet
He is deceiving her--

Julie