(Kisses his wife's hand.)

Vézinet. — What a fine wedding!

Fadinard. — Yes; but sweetest pleasures must have an end; so let's go to bed...

Nonancourt (Still holding the myrtle). — I second the motion!

Fadinard (Taking his wife's arm). — Come, my Darling, to the heart... of the orange... And may you, the witness of my sad mishaps, never award to my husbandly head, a hat . . . that a horse couldn't eay!