SYLVETTE. [Giving him her hand, which he kisses] I'll come as
the clock is striking! I adore you!

BERGAMIN. [To PERCINET] Well?

PERCINET. [Jumping down--to his father] No one!

BERGAMIN. [Re-seating himself] Well, then, my boy, I should like
to see you married.

SYLVETTE. [Aside] Oh!

BERGAMIN. What's that?

PERCINET. Nothing.

BERGAMIN. I thought I heard a cry?

PERCINET. [Looking into the air] Some wounded bird, perhaps.

BERGAMIN. I have given the matter my undivided attention, and have
chosen a wife for you. [PERCINET whistles and walks away.] I tell
you, I am in earnest and I intend to force you, if necessary.
[PERCINET continues whistling.] _Will_ you stop that confounded
whistling! The young woman is rich--she's a jewel!

PERCINET. I want none of your jewels!

BERGAMIN. I'll show you, you young insolent!