HAR. That there is every likelihood of her making a thrifty and careful wife. CLE. Certainly. HAR. And that a husband might live very happily with her? CLE. I have not the least doubt about it. HAR. There is one little difficulty; I am afraid she has not the fortune we might reasonably expect. CLE. Oh, my father, riches are of little importance when one is sure of marrying a virtuous woman. HAR. I beg your pardon. Only there is this to be said: that if we do not find as much money as we could wish, we may make it up in something else. CLE. That follows as a matter of course. HAR. Well, I must say that I am very much pleased to find that you entirely agree with me, for her modest manner and her gentleness have won my heart; and I have made up my mind to marry her, provided I find she has some dowry. CLE. Eh! HAR. What now? CLE. You are resolved, you say...? HAR. To marry Marianne. CLE. Who? you? you? HAR. Yes, I, I, I. What does all this mean? CLE. I feel a sudden dizziness, and I must withdraw for a little while. HAR. It will be nothing. Go quickly into the kitchen and drink a large glass of cold water, it will soon set you all right again. SCENE VI.--HARPAGON, ÉLISE. HAR. There goes one of your effeminate fops, with no more stamina than a chicken. That is what I have resolved for myself, my daughter. As to your brother, I have thought for him of a certain widow, of whom I heard this morning; and you I shall give to Mr. Anselme. ELI. To Mr. Anselme? HAR. Yes, a staid and prudent man, who is not above fifty, and of whose riches everybody speaks. ELI. (_curtseying_). I have no wish to marry, father, if you please. HAR. (_imitating_ ÉLISE). And I, my little girl, my darling, I wish you to marry, if you please. ELI. (_curtseying again_). I beg your pardon, my father. HAR. (_again imitating_ ÉLISE). I beg your pardon, my daughter. ELI. I am the very humble servant of Mr. Anselme, but (_curtseying again_), with your leave, I shall not marry him. HAR. I am your very humble servant, but (_again imitating_ ÉLISE) you will marry him this very evening. ELI. This evening? HAR. This evening. ELI. (_curtseying again_). It cannot be done, father. HAR. (_imitating_ ÉLISE). It will be done, daughter. ELI. No. HAR. Yes. ELI. No, I tell you. HAR. Yes, I tell you. ELI. You will never force me to do such a thing HAR. I will force you to it. ELI. I had rather kill myself than marry such a man. HAR. You will not kill yourself, and you will marry him. But did you ever see such impudence? Did ever any one hear a daughter speak in such a fashion to her father? ELI. But did ever anyone see a father marry his daughter after such a fashion? HAR. It is a match against which nothing can be said, and I am perfectly sure that everybody will approve of my choice. ELI. And I know that it will be approved of by no reasonable person. HAR. (_seeing_ VALÈRE). There is Valère coming. Shall we make him judge in this affair? ELI. Willingly.