SBRI. Yes, Sir; and vid great defotion ve all wait for dis marriage.

ORO. The idea is not bad. (_Aloud_) I wish you good day.

SBRI. I tank de gentleman for de favour great.

ORO. Your very humble servant.

SBRI. I pe, Sir, more great obliged don all py de goot news vat the
Mister gife me. (_Alone, after having taken off his beard, and
taken off the Flemish dress which he has put over his_) Things
don't go badly. All is going on swimmingly. I must throw off this
disguise and think of something else. We will put so much suspicion
between the father-in-law and his son-in-law that the intended
marriage must come to nothing. They are both equally fit to swallow
the baits that are laid for them, and it is mere child's play for us
great sharpers when we find such easy gulls.




SCENE IV.--MR. DE POURCEAUGNAC, SBRIGANI.

MR. POUR. (_thinking himself alone_). _Piglialo su, piglialo
su, Signor Monsu_. What the deuce does it all mean? (_Seeing_
SBRIGANI) Ah!

SBRI. What is the matter, Sir? what ails you?

MR. POUR. Everything I see seems injection.