ARG. How good?
TOI. You will not shut her up in a convent.
ARG. I shall not shut her up in a convent?
ARG. Well, this is cool! I shall not put my daughter in a convent if I like!
TOI. No, I tell you.
ARG. And who will hinder me?
TOI. You yourself.
TOI. You will never have the heart to do it.
ARG. I shall.
TOI. You are joking.
ARG. I am not joking.
TOI. Fatherly love will hinder you.
ARG. It will not hinder me.
TOI. A little tear or two, her arms thrown round your neck, Or "My darling little papa," said very tenderly, will be enough to touch your heart.