This rascally valet is a constant vexation to me; and I hate the very sight of the good-for-nothing cripple. Really, it is no small anxiety to keep by one a large sum of money; and happy is the man who has all his cash well invested, and who needs not keep by him more than he wants for his daily expenses. I am not a little puzzled to find in the whole of this house a safe hiding-place. Don't speak to me of your strong boxes, I will never trust to them. Why, they are just the very things thieves set upon! SCENE V.--HARPAGON, ÉLISE _and_ CLÉANTE _are seen talking together at the back of the stage._ HAR. (_thinking himself alone_.) Meanwhile, I hardly know whether I did right to bury in my garden the ten thousand crowns which were paid to me yesterday. Ten thousand crowns in gold is a sum sufficiently ... (_Aside, on perceiving_ ÉLISE _and_ CLÉANTE _whispering together_) Good heavens! I have betrayed myself; my warmth has carried me away. I believe I spoke aloud while reasoning with myself. (_To_ CLÉANTE _and_ ÉLISE) What do you want? CLE. Nothing, father. HAR. Have you been here long? ELI. We have only just come. HAR. Did you hear...? CLE. What, father? HAR. There...! CLE. What? HAR. What I was just now saying. CLE. No. HAR. You did. I know you did. ELI. I beg your pardon, father, but we did not. HAR. I see well enough that you overheard a few words. The fact is, I was only talking to myself about the trouble one has nowadays to raise any money; and I was saying that he is a fortunate man who has ten thousand crowns in his house. CLE. We were afraid of coming near you, for fear of intruding. HAR. I am very glad to tell you this, so that you may not misinterpret things, and imagine that I said that it was I who have ten thousand crowns. CLE. We do not wish to interfere in your affairs. HAR. Would that I had them, these ten thousand crowns! CLE. I should not think that ... HAR. What a capital affair it would be for me. CLE. There are things ... HAR. I greatly need them. CLE. I fancy that ... HAR. It would suit me exceedingly well. ELI. You are ... HAR. And I should not have to complain, as I do now, that the times are bad. CLE. Dear me, father, you have no reason to complain; and everyone knows that you are well enough off. HAR. How? I am well enough off! Those who say it are liars. Nothing can be more false; and they are scoundrels who spread such reports. ELI. Don't be angry. HAR. It is strange that my own children betray me and become my enemies. CLE. Is it being your enemy to say that you have wealth? HAR. Yes, it is. Such talk and your extravagant expenses will be the cause that some day thieves will come and cut my throat, in the belief that I am made of gold. CLE. What extravagant expenses do I indulge in?