Mrs. Townly:
I know why you're laughing.
Lucas:
Ha, ha, ha, ha. I can't hold myself in. How nice to be thrown out. I'm
not afraid of you. Ha, ha. I laugh like a merry go round at what you
have done. Ha, ha, ha. Quite frankly, this is something that I
expected for a long time from your difficult temperament and I hope
you are inexorable. I have said to myself, if Madam sees that I want
to take my leave, she won't hear of it. If I ask for my wages, she'll
let me fish for them rather than be of my opinion. Oh, it's much
better if I anger her so she will throw me out.
Mrs. Townly:
What! Who says I'm throwing you out?
Lucas:
I have quarrelled with you, ha, ha, ha. I'm giving you back your keys
willingly enough.
Mrs. Townly:
Oh, I see. To get even you have decided to leave me without a
gardener.
Lucas:
That's precisely what I'm going to do.
Mrs. Townly:
You can go when I have another.
Lucas:
You can have three right away.
Mrs. Townly:
Stay at least until tomorrow.
Lucas:
Tomorrow you'll no longer be in the mood to throw me out. I want to
quit today.
Mrs. Townly:
No! It won't be said that I am your dupe.
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