LUC. (_stopping_). Very well! Since you will not listen to me, keep your own thoughts to yourself, and do as you please. NIC. (_stopping also_). Since you act in that fashion, think what you like. CLE. (_turning towards_ LUCILE). Well, what was the reason for such a welcome? LUC. (_going away in her turn_, _to avoid_ CLEONTE). I don't choose to tell you now. COV. (_turning towards_ NICOLE). Give us that story. NIC. (_going away also_, _to avoid_ COVIELLE). I don't wish to tell it you now. CLE. (_following_ LUCILE). Tell me.... LUC. (_walking away without looking at_ CLEONTE). No; I will tell you nothing. COV. (_following_ NICOLE). Relate to me.... NIC. (_walking away without looking at_ COVIELLE). No; I shall relate nothing. CLE. For mercy's sake! LUC. No, I tell you. COV. For pity's sake! NIC. No; not another word. CLE. I beseech you. LUC. Leave me. COV. I entreat you. NIC. Get away from here. CLE. Lucile! LUC. No. COV. Nicole! NIC. Nothing. CLE. For heaven's sake. LUC. I will not. COV. Speak to me. NIC. I won't. CLE. Clear up my doubts. LUC. No; I will do nothing of the kind. COV. Ease my mind. NIC. No; it is not my wish to do so. CLE. Very well! Since you care so little to relieve my grief, and to justify yourself of the unworthy treatment my love has received from you, you see me for the last time; and I am going away from you to die of grief and love. COV. (_to_ NICOLE). And I will follow his steps. LUC. (_to_ CLEONTE, _who is going_). Cleonte! NIC. (_to_ COVIELLE, _who is going_). Covielle! CLE. (_stopping_). Hey? COV. (_stopping also_). What do you say? LUC. Where are you going? CLE. Where I have told you. COV. We are going to die. LUC. You are going to die, Cleonte? CLE. Yes, cruel one, since you wish it. LUC. I! I wish you to die! CLE. Yes, you wish it. LUC. Who told you such a thing? CLE. Is it not wishing it, to refuse to clear up my suspicions? LUC. Is it my fault? If you had but listened to me, I would have told you at once that the treatment you complain of was caused by the presence of an old aunt, who persists in saying that the mere approach of a man is dishonour to a girl; she is always lecturing us about it, and depicts all men to us as so many scamps whom we ought always to avoid. NIC. (_to_ COVIELLE.) This is the whole secret of the affair. CLE. (_to_ LUCILE). Are you not deceiving me, Lucile? COV. (_to_ NICOLE). Are you not imposing upon me? LUC. It is the exact truth. NIC. That's how it is. COV. (_to_ CLEONTE). Shall we surrender after this? CLE. Ah! Lucile! How you can with one word bring back peace to my heart; and how easily we suffer ourselves to be persuaded by those we love. COV. How easily these queer animals succeed in getting round us. SCENE XI.--MRS. JOURDAIN, CLEONTE, LUCILE, COVIELLE, NICOLE.