SGAN. I must go away from this place. Life in town only produces in me... VAL. (_Gradually approaching_). I must try to get an introduction. SGAN. (_Hearing a noise_). Ha! I thought some one spoke... (_Thinking himself alone_). In the country, thank Heaven, the fashionable follies do not offend my eyes. ERG. (_To Valère_). Speak to him. SGAN. What is it?... my ears tingle... There, all the recreations of our girls are but... (_He perceives Valère bowing to him_). Do you bow to me? ERG. (_To Valère_). Go up to him. SGAN. (_Not attending to Valère_). Thither no coxcomb comes. (_Valère again bows to him_). What the deuce!... (_He turns and sees Ergaste bowing on the other side_). Another? What a great many bows! VAL. Sir, my accosting you disturbs you, I fear? SGAN. That may be. VAL. But yet the honour of your acquaintance is so great a happiness, so exquisite a pleasure, that I had a great desire to pay my respects to you. SGAN. Well. VAL. And to come and assure you, without any deceit, that I am wholly at your service. SGAN. I believe it. VAL. I have the advantage of being one of your neighbours, for which I thank my lucky fate. SGAN. That is all right. VAL. But, sir. do you know the news going the round at Court, and thought to be reliable? SGAN. What does it matter to me? VAL. True; but we may sometimes be anxious to hear it? Shall you go and see the magnificent preparations for the birth of our Dauphin, sir? [Footnote: The Dauphin, the son of Louis XIV. was born at Fontainebleau, on the 1st of November, 1661; _The School for Husbands_ was first acted on the 24th of June of the same year; hence Molière ventures to prophesy about the Dauphin's birth.] SGAN. If I feel inclined. VAL. Confess that Paris affords us a hundred delightful pleasures which are not to be found elsewhere. The provinces are a desert in comparison. How do you pass your time? SGAN. On my own business. VAL. The mind demands relaxation, and occasionally gives way, by too close attention to serious occupations. What do you do in the evening before going to bed? SGAN. What I please. VAL. Doubtless no one could speak better. The answer is just, and it seems to be common sense to resolve never to do what does not please us. If I did not think you were too much occupied, I would drop in on you sometimes after supper. SGAN. Your servant. SCENE VI.--VALÈRE, ERGASTE. VAL. What do you think of that eccentric fool? ERG. His answers are abrupt and his reception is churlish. VAL. Ah! I am in a rage. ERG. What for? VAL. Why am I in a rage? To see her I love in the power of a savage, a watchful dragon, whose severity will not permit her to enjoy a single moment of liberty.