TOI. (_pretending not to see_ ANGÉLIQUE). O heavens! what a sad
accident! What an unhappy day!
ANG. What ails you, Toinette, and why do you cry?
TOI. Alas! I have such sad news for you.
ANG. What is it?
TOI. Your father is dead.
ANG. My father is dead, Toinette?
TOI. Yes, just look at him there; he died only a moment ago of a
fainting fit that came over him.
ANG. O heavens! what a misfortune! What a cruel grief! Alas! why must
I lose my father, the only being left me in the world? and why should
I lose him, too, at a time when he was angry with me? What will become
of me, unhappy girl that I am? What consolation can I find after so
great a loss?