My dear Sir, why do you stay behind—you who are most concerned in. this piece of good fortune? You must come out and behold it. A few hundreds—a mere trifle laid out upon it. If I could give it the form of an ancient mausoleum, it would delight you.
CHARVILLE.
Not a jot, unless you were to bury yourself under it.
[Exit the other way.
SIR LEVEL.
What is the matter? What is the matter? How can I have possibly offended him? I am sure nobody is less teasing or obtrusive than I am.[Exit.
Re-enterCharville.
CHARVILLE.
Is he gone? He will suspect something: they will all suspect. I must join them, and pretend it was only a feigned displeasure. Married, married
