EMILE. Don"t make him mad now--with your jealousy, Jeanne! [Goes out.]
JEANNE. No, I won"t.
(MAURICE enters.)
MARION. [Runs up to him and is lifted up into his arms] Papa, papa!
MAURICE. My little girl! [Greets JEANNE] Can you forgive me, Jeanne, that I have kept you waiting so long?
JEANNE. Of course I can.
MAURICE. But say it in such a way that I can hear that you are forgiving me.
JEANNE. Come here and let me whisper it to you.
(MAURICE goes up close to her.)
(JEANNE kisses him on the cheek.)
MAURICE. I didn"t hear.
(JEANNE kisses him on the mouth.)
MAURICE. Now I heard! Well--you know, I suppose that this is the day that will settle my fate? My play is on for tonight, and there is every chance that it will succeed--or fail.
JEANNE. I"ll make sure of success by praying for you.
MAURICE. Thank you. If it doesn"t help, it can at least do no harm--Look over there, down there in the valley, where the haze is thickest: there lies Paris. Today Paris doesn"t know who Maurice is, but it is going to know within twenty-four hours. The haze, which has kept me obscured for thirty years, will vanish before my breath, and I shall become visible, I shall a.s.sume definite shape and begin to be somebody. My enemies--which means all who would like to do what I have done--will be writhing in pains that shall be my pleasures, for they will be suffering all that I have suffered.
JEANNE. Don"t talk that way, don"t!
MAURICE. But that"s the way it is.
JEANNE. Yes, but don"t speak of it--And then?
MAURICE. Then we are on firm ground, and then you and Marion will bear the name I have made famous.
JEANNE. You love me then?
MAURICE. I love both of you, equally much, or perhaps Marion a little more.
JEANNE. I am glad of it, for you can grow tired of me, but not of her.
MAURICE. Have you no confidence in my feelings toward you?
JEANNE. I don"t know, but I am afraid of something, afraid of something terrible--
MAURICE. You are tired out and depressed by your long wait, which once more I ask you to forgive. What have you to be afraid of?
JEANNE. The unexpected: that which you may foresee without having any particular reason to do so.
MAURICE. But I foresee only success, and I have particular reasons for doing so: the keen instincts of the management and their knowledge of the public, not to speak of their personal acquaintance with the critics. So now you must be in good spirits--
JEANNE. I can"t, I can"t! Do you know, there was an Abbe here a while ago, who talked so beautifully to us. My faith--which you haven"t destroyed, but just covered up, as when you put chalk on a window to clean it--I couldn"t lay hold on it for that reason, but this old man just pa.s.sed his hand over the chalk, and the light came through, and it was possible again to see that the people within were at home--To-night I will pray for you at St. Germain.
MAURICE. Now I am getting scared.
JEANNE. Fear of G.o.d is the beginning of wisdom.
MAURICE. G.o.d? What is that? Who is he?
JEANNE. It was he who gave joy to your youth and strength to your manhood. And it is he who will carry us through the terrors that lie ahead of us.
MAURICE. What is lying ahead of us? What do you know? Where have you learned of this? This thing that I don"t know?
JEANNE. I can"t tell. I have dreamt nothing, seen nothing, heard nothing. But during these two dreadful hours I have experienced such an infinity of pain that I am ready for the worst.
MARION. Now I want to go home, mamma, for I am hungry.
MAURICE. Yes, you"ll go home now, my little darling. [Takes her into his arms.]
MARION. [Shrinking] Oh, you hurt me, papa!
JEANNE. Yes, we must get home for dinner. Good-bye then, Maurice. And good luck to you!
MAURICE. [To MARION] How did I hurt you? Doesn"t my little girl know that I always want to be nice to her?
MARION. If you are nice, you"ll come home with us.
MAURICE. [To JEANNE] When I hear the child talk like that, you know, I feel as if I ought to do what she says. But then reason and duty protest--Good-bye, my dear little girl! [He kisses the child, who puts her arms around his neck.]
JEANNE. When do we meet again?
MAURICE. We"ll meet tomorrow, dear. And then we"ll never part again.
JEANNE. [Embraces him] Never, never to part again! [She makes the sign of the cross on his forehead] May G.o.d protect you!
MAURICE. [Moved against his own will] My dear, beloved Jeanne!
(JEANNE and MARION go toward the right; MAURICE toward the left. Both turn around simultaneously and throw kisses at each other.)
MAURICE. [Comes back] Jeanne, I am ashamed of myself. I am always forgetting you, and you are the last one to remind me of it. Here are the tickets for tonight.
JEANNE. Thank you, dear, but--you have to take up your post of duty alone, and so I have to take up mine--with Marion.
MAURICE. Your wisdom is as great as the goodness of your heart. Yes, I am sure no other woman would have sacrificed a pleasure to serve her husband--I must have my hands free tonight, and there is no place for women and children on the battle-field--and this you understood!
JEANNE. Don"t think too highly of a poor woman like myself, and then you"ll have no illusions to lose. And now you"ll see that I can be as forgetful as you--I have bought you a tie and a pair of gloves which I thought you might wear for my sake on your day of honour.