MR. DIA. Good.
T. DIA. That it is _duriusculus_, not to say _durus_.
MR. DIA. Very well.
T. DIA. Irregular.
MR. DIA. _Bene_.
T. DIA. And even a little caprizant.
MR. DIA. _Optime_.
T. DIA. Which speaks of an intemperance in the splenetic
_parenchyma_; that is to say, the spleen.
MR. DIA. Quite right.
ARG. It cannot be, for Mr. Purgon says that it is my liver which is
out of order.
MR. DIA. Certainly; he who says _parenchyma_ says both one and
the other, because of the great sympathy which exists between them
through the means of the _vas breve_, of the _pylorus_, and
often of the _meatus choledici_. He no doubt orders you to eat
plenty of roast-meat.
ARG. No; nothing but boiled meat.
MR. DIA. Yes, yes; roast or boiled, it is all the same; he orders very
wisely, and you could not have fallen into better hands.
ARG. Sir, tell me how many grains of salt I ought to put to an egg?
MR. DIA. Six, eight, ten, by even numbers; just as in medicines by odd
numbers.
ARG. Good-bye, Sir; I hope soon to have the pleasure of seeing you
again.
SCENE X.--BELINE, ARGAN.
BEL. Before I go out, I must inform you of one thing you must be
careful about. While passing before Angelique's door, I saw with her a
young man, who ran away as soon as he noticed me.
ARG. A young man with my daughter!
BEL. Yes; your little girl Louison, who was with them, will tell you
all about it.
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