Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 03
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_Marquis_--And you brought him by chance. [_He rings_.] You are a mother
to me. [_To Dubois_.] You will find an ecclesiastic in Madame's
carriage. Tell him I'm much obliged for his kind alacrity, but I think I
won't die this morning.
_Baroness_--O Marquis! what would our friends say if they heard you?
_Marquis_--Bah! I'm the black sheep of the party, its spoiled child;
that's taken for granted. Dubois, you may say also that Madame begs the
Abbé to drive home, and to send her carriage back for her.
_Baroness_--Allow me--
_Marquis_--Go along, Dubois.--Now you are my prisoner.
_Baroness_--But, Marquis, this is very unconventional.
_Marquis [kissing her hand_]--Flatterer! Now sit down, and let's talk
about serious things. _[Taking a newspaper from the table_.] The gout
hasn't kept me from reading the news. Do you know that poor Déodat's
death is a serious mishap?
_Baroness_--What a loss to our cause!
_Marquis_--I have wept for him.
_Baroness_--Such talent! Such spirit! Such sarcasm!
_Marquis_--He was the hussar of orthodoxy. He will live in history as
the angelic pamphleteer. And now that we have settled his noble ghost--
_Baroness_--You speak very lightly about it, Marquis.
_Marquis_--I tell you I've wept for him.--Now let's think of some one to
replace him.
_Baroness_--Say to succeed him. Heaven doesn't create two such men at
the same time.
_Marquis_--What if I tell you that I have found such another? Yes,
Baroness, I've unearthed a wicked, cynical, virulent pen, that spits and
splashes; a fellow who would lard his own father with epigrams for a
consideration, and who would eat him with salt for five francs more.
_Baroness_--Déodat had sincere convictions.
_Marquis_--That's because he fought for them. There are no more
mercenaries. The blows they get convince them. I'll give this fellow a
week to belong to us body and soul.
_Baroness_--If you haven't any other proofs of his faithfulness--
_Marquis_--But I have.
_Baroness_--Where from?
_Marquis_--Never mind. I have it.
_Baroness_--And why do you wait before presenting him?
_Marquis_--For him in the first place, and then for his consent. He
lives in Lyons, and I expect him to-day or to-morrow. As soon as he is
presentable, I'll introduce him.
_Baroness_--Meanwhile, I'll tell the committee of your find.
_Marquis_--I beg you, no. With regard to the committee, dear Baroness, I
wish you'd use your influence in a matter which touches me.
_Baroness_--I have not much influence--
_Marquis_--Is that modesty, or the exordium of a refusal?
_Baroness_--If either, it's modesty.
_Marquis_--Very well, my charming friend. Don't you know that these
gentlemen owe you too much to refuse you anything?
_Baroness_--Because they meet in my parlor?
_Marquis_--That, yes; but the true, great, inestimable service you
render every day is to possess such superb eyes.
_Baroness_--It's well for you to pay attention to such things!
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