Produced by Charlene Taylor, Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images produced by the Wright American Fiction Project.) THE STANDARD DRAMA. The Acting Edition. NO. CCXXV. THE ROMANCE OF A POOR YOUNG MAN. A Drama, adapted from the French of OCTAVE FEUILLET, BY MESSRS. PIERREPONT EDWARDS AND LESTER WALLACK. TO WHICH ARE ADDED A Description of the Costume--Cast of the Characters--Entrances and Exits--Relative Positions of the Performers on the Stage, and the whole of the Stage Business Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1859, by LESTER WALLACK, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New York. NEW YORK: SAMUEL FRENCH, PUBLISHER, 122 NASSAU STREET, (UP STAIRS.) CHARACTERS REPRESENTED. _Manuel, Marquis de Champcey_, Mr. Lester Wallack. _Doctor Desmarets,--formerly of the French Army_, Mr. Brougham. _M. de Bevannes--a man of the world_, Mr. Walcot. _Gaspar Laroque--an aged man, formerly Captain of a Privateer_, Mr. Dyott. _Alain--a confidential domestic_, Mr. Young. _M. Nouret--a Notary_, Mr. Levere. _Yvonnet--a Breton Shepherd_, Mr. Baker. _Henri_, Mr. Oliver. _Louis_, Mr. Coburn. _Madame Laroque--Daughter-in-Law to Gaspar_, Mrs. Vernon. _Marguerite--her daughter_, Mrs. Hoey. _Mlle Helouin--a Governess_, _Madame Aubrey--a relative of the Laroque family_, Miss Mary Gannon. _Louise Vauberger--formerly nurse to Manuel, now keeper of a lodging house_, Mrs. Walcot. _Christine--a Breton peasant girl_, Miss Fanny Reeves. _Guests, Servants, Peasantry, &c., &c._ The events of the Drama take place (during the 1st Act) in Paris, afterward in the Province of Britanny. Costumes of the present day. The Overture, incidental Music, and Choruses composed and arranged by Mr. Robert Stoepel. A POOR YOUNG MAN. TABLEAU I. _A Room, simply furnished--Table, Chairs, Arm Chair, Secretaire, Side Table--Door C._ _MADAME VAUBERGER peeps in L._ _Madame Vauberger._ No; he has not yet returned. [_Enters._] Things cannot go on in this manner much longer--I shall have to speak out, and plainly too. And why not? Surely he won't take it ill from me--ah, no. I, who loved his poor mother so, could never--What's this? A purse! empty! And this key, left carelessly lying about; that's a bad sign. [_Opens Secretaire._] No, not one solitary sous--his last coin came yesterday to pay me the rent. In the drawer, perhaps-- _DR. DESMARETS looks in._