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My dear Sir, why do you stay behind—you who are most concerned in. this piece of good fortune? You must come out and behold it. A few hundreds—a mere trifle laid out upon it. If I could give it the form of an ancient mausoleum, it would delight you.

Not a jot, unless you were to bury yourself under it. [Exit the other way.

What is the matter? What is the matter? How can I have possibly offended him? I am sure nobody is less teasing or obtrusive than I am.[Exit.

Is he gone? He will suspect something: they will all suspect. I must join them, and pretend it was only a feigned displeasure. Married, married![Exit.