MAR. Why should he refuse her Clitandre, who is young and handsome, in order to give her a scholar, who is always splitting hairs about something? She wants a husband and not a pedagogue, and as she cares neither for Greek nor Latin, she has no need of Mr. Trissotin. CHRY. Excellent. PHI. We must suffer her to chatter on at her ease. MAR. Learned people are only good to preach in a pulpit, and I have said a thousand times that I wouldn't have a learned man for my husband. Learning is not at all what is wanted in a household. Books agree badly with marriage, and if ever I consent to engage myself to anybody, it will be to a husband who has no other book but me, who doesn't know _a_ from _b_--no offence to you, Madam--and, in short, who would be clever only for his wife. [Footnote: In this scene, as in act ii. scenes v. and vi., Martine speaks very correctly at times.] PHI. (_to_ CHRYSALE). Is it finished? and have I listened patiently enough to your worthy interpreter? CHRY. She has only said the truth. PHI. And I, to put an end to this dispute, will have my wish obeyed. (_Showing_ TRISSOTIN) Henriette _and_ this gentleman shall be united at once. I have said it, and I will have it so. Make no reply; and if you have given your word to Clitandre, offer him her elder sister. CHRY. Ah! this is a way out of the difficulty. (_To_ HENRIETTE and CLITANDRE) Come, do you consent? HEN. How! father...! CLI. (_to_ CHRYSALE). What! Sir...! BEL. Propositions more to his taste might be made. But we are establishing a kind of love which must be as pure as the morning-star; the thinking substance is admitted, but not the material substance. SCENE IV.--ARISTE, CHRYSALE, PHILAMINTE, BÉLISE, HENRIETTE, ARMANDE, TRISSOTIN, A NOTARY, CLITANDRE, MARTINE. ARI. I am sorry to have to trouble this happy ceremony by the sad tidings of which I am obliged to be bearer. These two letters make me bring news which have made me feel grievously for you. (_To_ PHILAMINTE) One letter is for you, and comes from your attorney. (_To_ CHRYSALE) The other comes from Lyons. PHI. What misfortune can be sent us worthy of troubling us? ARI. You can read it in this letter. PHI. _"Madam, I have asked your brother to give you this letter; it will tell you news which I did not dare to come and tell you myself. The great negligence you have shown in your affairs has been the cause that the clerk of your attorney has not forewarned me, and you have altogether lost the lawsuit which you ought to have gained."_ CHRY. (_to_ PHILAMINTE). Your lawsuit lost! PHI. (_to_ CHRYSALE). You seem very much upset; my heart is in no way troubled by such a blow. Show, show like me, a less vulgar mind wherewith to brave the ills of fortune. "Your want of care will cost you forty thousand crowns, and you are condemned to pay this sum with all costs." Condemned? Ah! this is a shocking word, and only fit for criminals.