Virginie Who are middle-class people? Middle-class people are those who spend a great deal on their kitchen-- Justin Who are devoted to their servants-- Virginie And who leave them a pension. That is how middle-class people ought to behave to their servants. Therese The lady of Picardy speaks well. But all the same, I pity mademoiselle and young Minard, her suitor. Justin M. Mercadet is not going to give his daughter to a miserable bookkeeper who earns no more than eighteen hundred francs a year; he has better views for her than that. Therese and Virginie Who is the man he thinks of? Justin Yesterday two fine young gentlemen came here in a carriage, and their groom told old Gruneau that one of them was going to marry Mlle. Mercadet. Virginie You don't mean to say so! Are those gentlemen in yellow gloves, with fine flowered waistcoats, going to marry mademoiselle? Justin Not both of them, lady of Picardy. Virginie The panels of their carriage shone like satin. Their horse had rosettes here. (She points to her ears.) It was held by a boy of eight, fair, with frizzed hair and top boots. He looked as sly as a mouse--a very Cupid, though he swore like a trooper. His master is as fine as a picture, with a big diamond in his scarf. It ain't possible that a handsome young man who owns such a turnout as that is going to be the husband of Mlle. Mercadet? I can't believe it. Justin You don't know M. Mercadet! I, who have been in his house for the last six years, and have seen him since his troubles fighting with his creditors, can believe him capable of anything, even of growing rich; sometimes I say to myself he is utterly ruined! Yellow auction placards flame at his door. He receives reams of stamped creditor's notices, which I sell by the pound for waste paper without being noticed. But presto! Up he bobs again. He is triumphant. And what devices he has! There is a new one every day! First of all, it is a scheme for wooden pavements--then it is dukedoms, ponds, mills. I don't know where the leakage is in his cash box; he finds it so hard to fill; for it empties itself as easily as a drained wine-glass! And always crowds of creditors! How well he turns them away! Sometimes I have seen them come with the intention of carrying off everything and throwing him into prison. But when he talks to them they end by being the best of friends, and part with cordial handshakes! There are some men who can tame jackals and lions. That's not a circumstance; M. Mercadet can tame creditors! Therese One of them is not quite so easily managed; and that is M. Pierquin. Justin He is a tiger who feeds on bankrupts. And to think of poor old Violette! Virginie He is both creditor and beggar--I always feel inclined to give him a plate of soup. Justin And Goulard! Therese A bill discounter who would like very much to--to discount me. Virginie (amid a general laugh) I hear madame coming.