for the marshal to find an instructor for our son, we would lose through him a competent tutor who would come into the room and give us our due at once by calling me and my husband, votre altesse!
Countess Folliest: Why is the marshal at your house?
Flatternot: I came here on the invitation of the marshal, who is zealous for the advantage of noblemen; but now I shall not consent for anything in the world to be the instructor of a boy whose parents are infected entirely by fancies about rank.
Wisely (to Count and Countess): Your humble servant! In advance, do not expect me again.
Count: As you wish.
Countess: Countess, let us go to our apartments. (Exeunt Count and Countesses.)
Flatternot: Queer people! Tell me, what guides their thoughts and deeds?
Wisely: What guides them? Silly pride.
(Curtain)
