Chapter 3

GOR. Go quickly and fetch the doctor for my daughter who is very ill; make haste!

GR.-RE. Why the deuce do you think of giving your daughter in marriage to an old man? Don't you see that it is the longing she has for a young one that makes her ill? See the attraction there is, &c.[1]

GOR. Go quickly! I am greatly afraid that the wedding will have to be put off on account of this illness.

GR.-RE. That is what vexes me, for I was looking forward to a good round bellyfull, and now I have to do without it.[2] Yes, yes, I'll go to fetch the doctor, but it is as much for my own sake as for your daughter's. I am dreadfully disappointed. (_Exit_ Gros-René.)