SCENE XVII.—ARGAN, TOINETTE.

ARG. Is there no danger in counterfeiting death?

TOI. No, no. What danger can there be? Only stretch yourself there. It

will be so pleasant to put your brother to confusion. Here is my

mistress. Mind you keep still.

SCENE XVIII.—BÉLINE, ARGAN (_stretched out in his chair_),

TOINETTE.

TOI. (_pretending not to see_ BÉLINE). Ah heavens! Ah! what a

misfortune! What a strange accident!

BEL. What is the matter, Toinette?

TOI. Ah! Madam!

BEL. What ails you?

TOI. Your husband is dead.

BEL. My husband is dead?

TOI. Alas! yes; the poor soul is gone.

BEL. Are you quite certain?

TOI. Quite certain. Nobody knows of it yet. I was all alone here when

it happened. He has just breathed his last in my arms. Here, just look

at him, full-length in his chair.

BEL. Heaven be praised. I am delivered from a most grievous burden.

How silly of you, Toinette, to be so afflicted at his death.

TOI. Ah! Ma’am, I thought I ought to cry.

BEL. Pooh! it is not worth the trouble. What loss is it to anybody,

and what good did he do in this world? A wretch, unpleasant to

everybody; of nauseous, dirty habits; always a clyster or a dose of

physic in his body. Always snivelling, coughing, spitting; a stupid,

tedious, ill-natured fellow, who was for ever fatiguing people and

scolding night and day at his maids and servants.

TOI. An excellent funeral oration!

BEL. Toinette, you must help me to carry out my design; and you may

depend upon it that I will make it worth your while if you serve me.

Since, by good luck, nobody is aware of his death, let us put him into

his bed, and keep the secret until I have done what I want. There are

some papers and some money I must possess myself of. It is not right

that I should have passed the best years of my life with him without

any kind of advantage. Come along, Toinette, first of all, let us take

all the keys.

ARG. (_getting up hastily_). Softly.

BEL. Ah!

ARG. So, my wife, it is thus you love me?

TOI. Ah! the dead man is not dead.

ARG. (_to_ BÉLINE, _who goes away_) I am very glad to see

how you love me, and to have heard the noble panegyric you made upon

me. This is a good warning, which will make me wise for the future,

and prevent me from doing many things.

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