SYLVETTE. No, no, not the way husbands are usually given to young
girls.

PERCINET. No, _you_ would never have thought of marrying the son
of your father's best friend.

SYLVETTE. [Laughing] Indeed not. Have you noticed how our
fathers have lately--?

PERCINET. Yes, like two dogs.

BERGAMIN. [Aside] Hm!

PERCINET. And I know the reason why. This new arrangement is not
the best thing for their property. Our fathers are very good
people, you know, but they haven't much soul, and our brilliant
adventure rather throws them into the shade--

PASQUINOT. [Aside] How's that?

SYLVETTE. You see, they are fathers of celebrated lovers. Poor
fathers, how they have been deceived!

PASQUINOT. [Aside] Ha, ha!

PERCINET. Yes, fate has been with us!

BERGAMIN. [Aside] Ha, ha!

SYLVETTE. And to-night the marriage-contract is to be signed!