T. DIA. Which speaks of an intemperance in the splenetic _parenchyma_; that is to say, the spleen. MR. DIA. Quite right. ARG. It cannot be, for Mr. Purgon says that it is my liver which is out of order. MR. DIA. Certainly; he who says _parenchyma_ says both one and the other, because of the great sympathy which exists between them through the means of the _vas breve_, of the _pylorus_, and often of the _meatus choledici_. He no doubt orders you to eat plenty of roast-meat. ARG. No; nothing but boiled meat. MR. DIA. Yes, yes; roast or boiled, it is all the same; he orders very wisely, and you could not have fallen into better hands. ARG. Sir, tell me how many grains of salt I ought to put to an egg? MR. DIA. Six, eight, ten, by even numbers; just as in medicines by odd numbers. ARG. Good-bye, Sir; I hope soon to have the pleasure of seeing you again. SCENE X.—BÉLINE, ARGAN. BEL. Before I go out, I must inform you of one thing you must be careful about. While passing before Angélique’s door, I saw with her a young man, who ran away as soon as he noticed me. ARG. A young man with my daughter! BEL. Yes; your little girl Louison, who was with them, will tell you all about it. ARG. Send her here, my love, send her here at once. Ah! the brazen-faced girl! (_Alone_.) I no longer wonder at the resistance she showed. SCENE XI.—ARGAN, LOUISON. LOU. What do you want, papa? My step-mamma told me to come to you. ARG. Yes; come here. Come nearer. Turn round, and hold up your head. Look straight at me. Well? LOU. What, papa? ARG. So? LOU. What? ARG. Have you nothing to say to me? LOU. Yes. I will, to amuse you, tell you, if you like, the story of the Ass’s Skin or the fable of the Fox and the Crow, which I have learnt lately. ARG. That is not what I want of you. LOU. What is it then? ARG. Ah! cunning little girl, you know very well what I mean. LOU. No indeed, papa. ARG. Is that the way you obey me? LOU. What, papa? ARG. Have I not asked you to tell me at once all you see? LOU. Yes, papa. ARG. Have you done so? LOU. Yes, papa. I always come and tell you all I see. ARG. And have you seen nothing to-day? LOU. No, papa. ARG. No? LOU. No, papa. ARG. Quite sure? LOU. Quite sure. ARG. Ah! indeed! I will make you see something soon. LOU. (_seeing_ ARGAN _take a rod_). Ah! papa! ARG. Ah! ah! false little girl; you do not tell me that you saw a man in your sister’s room! LOU. (_crying_). Papa! ARG. (_taking_ LOUISON _by the arm_). This will teach you to tell falsehoods. LOU. (_throwing herself on her knees_). Ah! my dear papa! pray forgive me. My sister had asked me not to say anything to you, but I will tell you everything. ARG. First you must have a flogging for having told an untruth, then we will see to the rest. LOU. Forgive me, papa, forgive me! ARG. No, no! LOU. My dear papa, don’t whip me. ARG. Yes, you shall be whipped. LOU. For pity’s sake! don’t whip me, papa. ARG. (_going to whip her_). Come, come.