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
THERESE. Nothing.
MADAME NERISSE. Well then?
THERESE. You can't marry upon that.
MADAME NERISSE. Have you absolutely made up your mind?
THERESE. Absolutely.
MADAME NERISSE. I think you're making a mistake. I think it all the more
because this chance comes just at a time--well, you'll understand what I
mean when I've told you something that I have to say to you as
manageress of _Woman Free_. It's this. You know that in spite of all we
could do we've had to hunt about for more capital. We've found some, but
we've had to submit to very severe conditions. The most important is
that they insist upon a stringent cutting down of expenses. Instead of
coming out every week, _Woman Free_ will be a fortnightly in future, and
we've been obliged to consent to reducing the salaries of the
contributors in proportion.
THERESE. How much will they be reduced?
MADAME NERISSE. In proportion I tell you. They'll be cut down by one
half.
THERESE. And I shall not have enough to live upon even in the simplest
way.
MADAME NERISSE. That was exactly what I said to them. And the work will
not be the same.
THERESE. My work will not be the same?
MADAME NERISSE. No; you will be obliged to work at night.
THERESE. At night?
MADAME NERISSE. Yes.
THERESE. But then I shall be free all day.
MADAME NERISSE. No, you won't. In the daytime you will have to take
charge of the business part of the paper, and in the evening too your
work will not be purely literary, but more of an administrative
character.
THERESE. It appears to me that I'm asked to accept a smaller salary and
to do double work for it.
MADAME NERISSE. I am conveying to you the offers of the new Directors;
if they don't suit you, you have only to refuse them.
THERESE. Of course I refuse them, and you may say to the people who have
made them that they must be shameful sweaters to dare to offer women
salaries that leave them no choice between starvation and degradation.
MADAME NERISSE. Those are strong words, my dear, and you seem to forget
very quickly--
THERESE [_softening_] Yes. Oh, I beg your pardon. But think for a
minute, Madame, and you'll forgive me for being angry. I hardly know
what I'm saying. [_Madame Nerisse half turns away_] Listen, oh listen!
Forget what I said just now; I'll explain to you. I accept the reduction
of salary. I'll manage. I'll get my expenses down. Only I can't consent
to give up all my time. You know I have some work in hand; you know I
have a big undertaking to which I've given all my life. I've told you
about it, you know about that. You know I can only stand my loneliness
and everything because of the hope I have about this. If people take all
my time, it's the same as if they killed me. I beg you, I implore you,
get them to leave me my evenings free.
MADAME NERISSE. It can't be done.
THERESE [_pulling herself together_] Very well, that's settled. I will
go at the end of the month; that's to say to-morrow.
MADAME NERISSE. Take a little time to consider it.
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