Lucas:
You do that if that's what you like. But don't worry, her humour is
too settled for it to give her any satisfaction. So much for that,
sir. As to your daughter, I'll be what help I can--but what do you
intend to do?
Townly:
Well, you see I've got to get my wife to agree--
Lucas:
Well, it's not up to me. I've tried to revive your spirit, but you
won't do anything against her.
Townly:
Look, you're more imagination than I do. And more sense than
philosophers--who haven't any, really.
Lucas:
Wait, sir. There are peasants who are sharp about acquiring money--but
my philosophy is to govern the world like a careful gardener. You for
example, want to marry your daughter but you don't know to whom. But
me, I've seen it all in my garden. As I tell Madam, trees benefit from
the sun; plants from the shade. So you see if your daughter is ready
to benefit from marriage, your wife will put her in a convent.
Townly:
You've said it exactly. If my daughter wishes to get married she'd
better not show it.
Lucas:
Madam has already tried to worm it out of me. "But Lucas," she said to
me, "what do you think of this marriage?" "I think nothing, Madam.
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