BEL. Which means that your thoughts are all in favour of marriage, but that you will choose a husband for yourself. ANG. If my father will not give me a husband I like, at least I beseech him not to force me to marry one I can never love. ARG. Gentlemen, I beg your pardon for all this. ANG. We all have our own end in marrying. For my part, as I only want a husband that I can love sincerely, and as I intend to consecrate my whole life to him, I feel bound, I confess, to be cautious. There are some who marry simply to free themselves from the yoke of their parents, and to be at liberty to do all they like. There are others, Madam, who see in marriage only a matter of mere interest; who marry only to get a settlement, and to enrich themselves by the death of those they marry. They pass without scruple from husband to husband, with an eye to their possessions. These, no doubt, Madam, are not so difficult to satisfy, and care little what the husband is like. BEL. You are very full of reasoning to-day. I wonder what you mean by this. ANG. I, Madam? What can I mean but what I say? BEL. You are such a simpleton, my dear, that one can hardly bear with you. ANG. You would like to extract from me some rude answer; but I warn you that you will not have the pleasure of doing so. BEL. Nothing can equal your impertinence. ANG. It is of no use, Madam; you will not. BEL. And you have a ridiculous pride, an impertinent presumption, which makes you the scorn of everybody. ANG. All this will be useless, Madam. I shall be quiet in spite of you; and to take away from you all hope of succeeding in what you wish, I will withdraw from your presence. SCENE VIII.—ARGAN, BÉLINE, MR. DIAFOIRUS, T. DIAFOIRUS, TOINETTE. ARG. (_to_ ANGÉLIQUE, _as she goes away_). Listen to me! Of two things, one. Either you will marry this gentleman or you will go into a convent. I give you four days to consider. (_To_ BÉLINE) Don’t be anxious; I will bring her to reason. BEL. I am sorry to leave you, my child; but I have some important business which calls me to town. I shall soon be back. ARG. Go, my darling; call upon the notary, and tell him to be quick about you know what. BEL. Good-bye, my child. ARG. Good-bye, deary. SCENE IX.—ARGAN, MR. DIAFOIRUS, T. DIAFOIRUS, TOINETTE. ARG. How much this woman loves me; it is perfectly incredible. MR. DIA. We shall now take our leave of you, Sir. ARG. I beg of you, Sir, to tell me how I am. MR. DIA. (_feeling_ ARGAN’S _pulse_). Now, Thomas, take the other arm of the gentleman, so that I may see whether you can form a right judgment on his pulse. _Quid dicis?_ T. DIA. _Dico_ that the pulse of this gentleman is the pulse of a man who is not well. MR. DIA. Good. T. DIA. That it is _duriusculus_, not to say _durus_. MR. DIA. Very well. T. DIA. Irregular. MR. DIA. _Bene._ T. DIA. And even a little caprizant. MR. DIA. _Optime._