Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 12
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Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 12
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Translated for 'A Library of the World's Best Literature,'
by E. Irenæus Stevenson
AN ARMED TRUCE
From 'A Friend of the Sex'
[The following conversation in the first act of the play
takes place in the pleasant morning-room of a country-house
near Paris, the home of M. and Madame Leverdet. M. Leverdet
is asleep in his chair. The speakers are Madame Leverdet, a
coquettish, sprightly lady approaching middle age, and young
M. De Ryons, a friend and neighbor. Madame Leverdet is
determined to marry off De Ryons advantageously, and as soon
as possible. Unfortunately he is a confirmed bachelor, not to
say woman-hater, whose cynicism is the result of severely
disappointing experiences. Under that cynicism there is
however genuine respect and even chivalry as to the right
sort of woman,--the superior and sincere type, which he does
not happen often to encounter.]
_Madame Leverdet_--Let us come to serious topics while we are alone,
my friend.
_De Ryons_--And apropos of them?
_Madame Leverdet_--Are you willing to be married off yet?
_De Ryons_ [_with a start of terror_]--Pardon me, my dear lady! At
what hour can I take the first train for Paris?
_Madame Leverdet_--Now listen to me, at least.
_De Ryons_--What! Here it is two years since I have called on you; I
come to make you a little visit of a morning, in all good friendship,
with the thermometer forty, centigrade; I am totally unsuspecting; all
I ask is to have a little lively chat with a clever woman--and see how
you receive me.
_Madame Leverdet_ [_continuing_]--A simple, charming young girl--
_De Ryons_ [_interrupting her, and in the same tone_]-- --musical,
speaks English, draws nicely, sings agreeably, a society woman, a
domestic woman,--all at the choice of the applicant.
_Madame Leverdet_ [_laughing_]--Yes, and pretty and graceful and rich;
and, by-the-by, one who finds you a charming fellow.
_De Ryons_--She is quite right there. I shall make a charming
husband--I shall; I know it. Only thirty-two years old; all my teeth,
all my hair (no such very common detail, the way young men are
nowadays); lively, sixty thousand livres income as a landed
proprietor--oh, I am an excellent match: only unfortunately I am not a
marrying man.
_Madame Leverdet_--And why not, if you please?
_De Ryons_ [_smiling_]--It would interfere severely with my studies.
_Madame Leverdet_--What sort of studies?
_De Ryons_--My studies of--woman.
_Madame Leverdet_--Really! I don't understand you.
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