MASC. Hold, here comes her father SCENE VIII.--ALBERT, VALÈRE, MASCARILLE. ALB. (_Not seeing Valère_). The more I recover from the confusion into which I fell at first, the more I am astonished at the strange things Polydore told me, and which my fear made me interpret in so different a manner to what he intended. Lucile maintains that it is all nonsense, and spoke to me in such a manner as leaves no room for suspicion... Ha! sir, it is you whose unheard-of impudence sports with my honour, and invents this base story? MASC. Pray, Signor Albert, use milder terms, and do not be so angry with your son-in-law. ALB. How! son-in-law, rascal? You look as if you were the main-spring of this intrigue, and the originator of it. MASC. Really I see no reason for you to fly in such a passion. ALB. Pray, do you think it right to take away the character of my daughter, and bring such a scandal upon a whole family? MASC. He is ready to do all you wish. ALB. I only want him to tell the truth. If he had any inclination for Lucile, he should have courted her in an honourable and open way; he should have acted as he ought, and asked her father's leave; and not have had recourse to this cowardly contrivance, which offends modesty so much. MASC. What! Lucile is not secretly engaged to my master? ALB. No, rascal, nor ever will be. MASC. Not quite so fast! If the thing is already done, will you give your consent to ratify that secret engagement? ALB. And if it is certain that it is not so, will you have your bones broken? VAL. It is easy, sir, to prove to you that he speaks the truth. ALB. Good! there is the other! Like master, like man. O! what impudent liars! MASC. Upon the word of a man of honour, it is as I say. VAL. Why should we deceive you? ALB. (_Aside_) They are two sharpers that know how to play into each other's hands. MASC. But let us come to the proof, and without quarrelling. Send for Lucile, and let her speak for herself. ALB. And what if she should prove you a liar? MASC. She will not contradict us, sir; of that I am certain. Promise to give your consent to their engagement; and I will suffer the severest punishment if, with her own mouth, she does not confess to you that she is engaged to Valère, and shares his passion. ALB. We shall see this presently. (_He knocks at his door_). MASC. (To Valère). Courage, Sir; all will end well. ALB. Ho! Lucile, one word with you. VAL. (_To Mascarille_), I fear... MASC. Fear nothing. SCENE IX.--VALÈRE, ALBERT, LUCILE, MASCARILLE. MASC. Signor Albert, at least be silent. At length, madam, everything conspires to make your happiness complete. Your father, who is informed of your love, leaves you your husband and gives his permission to your union, provided that, banishing all frivolous fears, a few words from your own mouth corroborate what we have told him. LUC. What nonsense does this impudent scoundrel tell me? MASC. That is all right. I am already honoured with a fine title.