Therese and Virginie
Who is the man he thinks of?

Justin
Yesterday two fine young gentlemen came here in a carriage, and their
groom told old Gruneau that one of them was going to marry Mlle.
Mercadet.

Virginie
You don’t mean to say so!  Are those gentlemen in yellow gloves, with
fine flowered waistcoats, going to marry mademoiselle?

Justin
Not both of them, lady of Picardy.

Virginie The panels of their carriage shone like satin.  Their horse had rosettes here. (She points to her ears.) It was held by a boy of eight, fair, with frizzed hair and top boots.  He looked as sly as a mouse—­a very Cupid, though he swore like a trooper.  His master is as fine as a picture, with a big diamond in his scarf.  It ain’t possible that a handsome young man who owns such a turnout as that is going to be the husband of Mlle. Mercadet?  I can’t believe it.

Justin You don’t know M. Mercadet!  I, who have been in his house for the last six years, and have seen him since his troubles fighting with his creditors, can believe him capable of anything, even of growing rich; sometimes I say to myself he is utterly ruined!  Yellow auction placards flame at his door.  He receives reams of stamped creditor’s notices, which I sell by the pound for waste paper without being noticed.  But presto!  Up he bobs again.  He is triumphant.  And what devices he has!  There is a new one every day!  First of all, it is a scheme for wooden pavements—­then it is dukedoms, ponds, mills.  I don’t know where the leakage is in his cash box; he finds it so hard to fill; for it empties itself as easily as a drained wine-glass!  And always crowds of creditors!  How well he turns them away!  Sometimes I have seen them come with the intention of carrying off everything and throwing him into prison.  But when he talks to them they end by being the best of friends, and part with cordial handshakes!  There are some men who can tame jackals and lions.  That’s not a circumstance; M. Mercadet can tame creditors!

Therese
One of them is not quite so easily managed; and that is M. Pierquin.

Justin
He is a tiger who feeds on bankrupts.  And to think of poor old
Violette!

Virginie
He is both creditor and beggar—­I always feel inclined to give him a
plate of soup.

Justin
And Goulard!

Therese
A bill discounter who would like very much to—­to discount me.

Virginie (amid a general laugh)
I hear madame coming.

Justin
Let us keep a civil tongue in our heads, and we shall learn something
about the marriage.

Scenesecond

The same persons and Mme. Mercadet.

Mme. Mercadet
Justin, have you executed the commissions I gave you?

Justin
Yes, madame, but they refused to deliver the dresses, the hats, and
indeed all the things you ordered until—­