Woman on Her Own, False Gods and The Red Robe: Three Plays By BrieuxBrieux, Eugène
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Woman on Her Own, False Gods and The Red Robe: Three Plays By Brieux
Brieux, Eugène
French drama
LA BOUZOLE. That is not all. If Monsieur Claudet contests the facts, the
President will appoint an expert who will visit the site and make a
report. You will have to put in a request that the President will grant
a speedy hearing on grounds of urgency. Your case being finally put on
the list of causes, it would be heard in its turn--after the vacations.
OLD MADAME ETCHEPARE. After the vacations!
LA BOUZOLE. And that is not all. Monsieur Claudet's lawyer might
default, in which case judgment would be declared in your favor. But
Monsieur Claudet might defend the case, or enter some kind of plea and
obtain a judgment on that plea, or appeal against the judgment before
the matter would be finally settled. All this would cost a great deal of
money.
OLD MADAME ETCHEPARE. Who would pay it?
LA BOUZOLE. You, naturally, and Monsieur Claudet.
OLD MADAME ETCHEPARE. It's all one to him; he's rich; but for us, who
haven't a penny left!
LA BOUZOLE. Then you would have to apply for judicial assistance.
OLD MADAME ETCHEPARE. That would take still more time?
LA BOUZOLE. That would take much longer.
OLD MADAME ETCHEPARE. But, sir, I've always been told that justice was
free in France.
LA BOUZOLE. Justice is gratuitous, but the means of obtaining access to
justice are not. That is all.
OLD MADAME ETCHEPARE. And all that would take--how long?
LA BOUZOLE. If Monsieur Claudet were to appeal, it might last two years.
OLD MADAME ETCHEPARE. It isn't possible! Isn't the right on my side?
LA BOUZOLE. My poor woman, it's not enough to have the right on your
side--you must have the law on your side too.
OLD MADAME ETCHEPARE. I understand. Justice is a thing we poor people
can know only when it strikes us down. We can know it only by the harm
it does us. Well--we must go away--it doesn't matter where--and I shan't
regret it; people insult us; they call out to us as they pass. Etchepare
wouldn't put up with that.
LA BOUZOLE. In that respect the law protects you. Register a complaint
and those who insult you will be prosecuted.
OLD MADAME ETCHEPARE. I don't think so. I have already registered a
complaint, as you say, but they've done nothing to the man who injured
us. So he goes on.
LA BOUZOLE. Is he an inhabitant of your commune?
OLD MADAME ETCHEPARE. Yes. A neighbor, a friend of Monsieur Mondoubleau,
the deputy. Labastide.
LA BOUZOLE. Good. I will do what I can, I promise you.
OLD MADAME ETCHEPARE. Thank you, sir. [_A pause_] Then I will go and
wait till they give me back my boy.
LA BOUZOLE. That's right.
_She goes out slowly._
SCENE III:--_La Bouzole, recorder._
RECORDER [_entering by the door at the back_] The hearing is suspended,
your worship.
LA BOUZOLE. Has Maitre Placat concluded?
RECORDER. With great applause. Two of the jurymen were seen wiping their
eyes. No one doubts there will be an acquittal.
LA BOUZOLE. So much the better.
RECORDER. Your worship knows the great news?
LA BOUZOLE. Which?
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