TOI. This Mr. Fleurant and Mr. Purgon amuse themselves finely with
your body. They have a rare milch-cow in you, I must say; and I should
like them to tell me what disease it is you have for them to physic
you so.

ARG. Hold your tongue, simpleton; it is not for you to control the
decrees of the faculty. Ask my daughter Angelique to come to me. I
have something to tell her.

TOI. Here she is, coming of her own accord; she must have guessed your
thoughts.




SCENE III.--ARGAN, ANGELIQUE, TOINETTE.

ARG. You come just in time; I want to speak to you.

ANG. I am quite ready to hear you.

ARG. Wait a moment. (_To_ TOINETTE) Give me my walking-stick;
I'll come back directly.

TOI. Go, Sir, go quickly; Mr. Fleurant gives us plenty to do.




SCENE IV.--ANGELIQUE, TOINETTE.