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Characters: A Servant Aubin Madame Marie Aubin Peltier An Officer
The action takes place in the room of a hotel.
PELTIER (to a servant who is leaving)
That's fine. We'll ring when we need you.
(to Marie)
A day and a night of rest, my darling, right? After which we'll
leave, crossing Switzerland for Brindisi without any stop and reach
the Orient as it was agreed.
MARIE
It was agreed?
PELTIER
Eh! Yes.
MARIE
It's true. Indeed, as you like.
PELTIER
What do you mean? Since you approve, I'm going to peruse the train
schedule. You'll allow me.
MARIE
My God, yes.
(A short pause during which Marie looks at her ring and munches on
a cake she has taken from a gold comfit box.)
PELTIER (after having written some notes in pencil)
There. At noon tomorrow we'll take the Express and we'll stop
wherever you like. Look. (offering Marie his notes)
MARIE
My friend, you are perfect. I'm going to think it over. Would you
listen to me for a moment to discuss something else?
PELTIER
Speak my darling.
MARIE
I want to call a halt to our adventure here.
PELTIER
I don't understand.
MARIE
Don't interrupt me. What we are doing is crazy. It's not
ridiculous, it's crazy. We will be far less happy than we were there.
And it truly required all the influence of your charming character and
the persuasion of your frankness (offering him her hand which he holds
and keeps) to make me take this enormous step. It's no longer time, I
know or rather I suspect, to go back on such an impulse, but after
all, what do you want? And I am in despair after all this bravura
which decided me, sustained me, swept me off my feet during this long
journey from Paris to this chancy place. Ah, I'm afraid.
PELTIER (overwhelmed by surprise rather than skeptical and
resolved as he had appeared up until now.)
Afraid of whom and what? (he lets Marie's hand fall and crosses
his arms waiting to hear more)
MARIE
Of the past, first of all. Fear! Remorse because of the past. And
certainly my husband doesn't deserve all this outrage. He's a man with
faults, surely, even vices, perhaps. But he's honorable and even
righteous. And now I think of it these quarrels between him and me
must rather proceed from me, spoiled child and over-free young girl
that I was before my marriage with this honest, with this gallant man.
PELTIER
Let's leave Aubin out of this. In the end what do you mean and
what do you want me to do? Return to Paris and your abandoned
household?
MARIE
I don't know yet. But don't interrupt me every minute and you will
be of my opinion. No. My husband ought not to have to endure these
things on his honor and his name. And it's true I am afraid of the
past. I'm afraid of the future, too. Or rather, no. It's the present
which frightens me, sir! For the future, I'll answer for it. And it
will conform to the vows of my finally reawakened conscience.
PELTIER (who has a mounting rage within him and feels
himself provoked to the last degree)
Explain yourself? Are you joking or not? I want to understand you.
MARIE
Sir, you have no right to speak to me like this!
(Peltier advances like a man who has the right his interlocutor is
speaking of or believes he's going to have it.)
MARIE
And I will never give it to you.
PELTIER
Madame.
MARIE
Do you hear, sir?
(The two stiffen and look each other in the face. A silence.)
PELTIER
Then why did you come with me of your own free will, or even on
your own initiative?
MARIE (who's settled down)
What do you want? I've changed my mind.
PELTIER (very cold and speaking through his teeth)
Fine. You've tricked me! At this point I'm not a young man. No one
makes a fool of me! For, my darling, I don't think that a caprice of
yours, such a sudden turnabout, such a flash of virtue—
MARIE
Don't use that word virtue any more. It is terrible to my ears. I
was telling you just now that I've something like fear of the present.
Yes, fear to remain here this way. But I was in the process of adding
that the present doesn't terrify me. It was then that you shrieked out
at the moment I was going to explain to you how I intended to confide
myself to your honor to allow me to decide in peace. And you got so
carried away that you irritated me, too. And you just said things to
me! A caprice? me, at my age; twenty-eight years old! A flash of
conscience. Yes, that's it. Believe it.
PELTIER
But what role is it you wish me to play in all this? You, you are
at the same time reasonable, then illogical and me? as for me?
MARIE
Your role? All sketched out. Let me do it all. That would be
chivalrous and fine.
PELTIER
But I love you, why—
MARIE
And me, too, I love you and I say to you: Can't we love each other
without all this? (scornful gesture) without all this? (disdainful
gesture)
PELTIER
Ah! We are there. A virgin arises in you when through you a satyr
is rising in me. (grabbing her by the waist) And towards you—
MARIE (who soon gets free)
Look, let's be serious.
(Peltier, who importunes a long explanation sits with bowed head;
one hand on the back of a chair, the other playing with his watch
chain.)
MARIE
What is it you risk? You, a man, a bachelor by this pleasant
voyage? Nothing. A duel perhaps on return! In this illogical world we
live in your reputation will be far from damaged; a world which
dislikes adultery in a woman and is passionately fond of all the
gallant sins of a fashionable man. Whereas I?!! And yet it's only
quite natural and especially on the brink of a final resolution, I
hesitate and jump back. Must you be angry about it? Look, are you
angry? can you be? ought you to be?
PELTIER (as if unexpectedly released and decided,
peremptory, brief, confident)
Questions! Questions! In my turn I will say to you: Let's be
serious. Admit it: You encouraged me to do this thing. And exactly as
you say it was quite natural for me to undertake it, and still is; I
concur in your reasoning, and will pursue it like a fashionable man or
otherwise!
(Marie recoils abruptly. Peltier takes a step forward.)
PELTIER
And I am going to prove it to you!
MARIE (rigid and henceforth not giving an inch)
Fie!
PELTIER
You are going to see.
(Aubin abruptly opens the door and appears.)
AUBIN (addressing himself exclusively to Peltier)
Yes, it's I, the one you didn't expect. No need to tell you how I
caught wind of your plot and was able to overtake you so soon. The
essential thing is that four officers from the garrison are indeed
willing to serve as seconds and are awaiting us in a nearby woods
with swords and pistols as you please even though I have indeed the
right to choose the weapons.
PELTIER
I'll come with you.
AUBIN (to his wife, aloud, taking her hand which he kisses)
You, Marie, await me here—dead or alive. Do you understand me, my
pretty?
(Aubin and Peltier leave)
MARIE
What an affair! Am I really dreaming in the end. (throwing herself
on a sofa which might soon have become dangerous) A little order in my
thoughts. (pressing her fingers to her forehead) There. There.—Yes,
what I was telling Mr. Peltier is still true. I was a spoiled child
when Aubin took me. He spoiled me, too. I became accustomed to
prolonging my childhood and my youth in the married state. I was
willful, demanding, capricious. At the beginning my husband found this
charming, then he tired of it. Quarrels, harshness on his part, on
mine sulks. Seven years later Peltier appeared. A charming man,
surely. But less so than Aubin, now that I see things clearly. And at
bottom, this stupid departure is still more my fault than his. A
moment of feminine scorn which with our mores a man is praised for
profiting from. I couldn't hold it against him just now for wanting
what was implied by our innocent prank and a little fortitude helped
me confine it to its character of folly and nothing more. But what?
While I tell myself these things, two likable men who both love me,
and of which I decidedly prefer one, my husband, are fighting over me.
O Mercy! Just as if I were a young girl. And indeed! O punishment! Me!
Me! What anguish and what a situation! And the future! During these
sweet words with Aubin just now. I've the great misery of waiting for
him or the other one. All the same, I've resisted. And there was a
moment when I had some merit. But this trip! And this waiting! My God,
you in whom one must believe despite all the opinions of folks these
days, My God—have pity on me in my misery! (long silence during which
she remains prostrated.)
AUBIN (enters, wounded in the shoulder, supported by an
Officer)
It's over. Madame Aubin, I present you one of my seconds.
(To the officer)
Sir?
OFFICER (bowing before Marie)
Count de Givors.
AUBIN
Count de Givors, I present you my wife.
MARIE (who, since her husband's entrance has had eyes only
for him, mechanically)
Sir. (leaping after a fashion on his neck) Ah, my friend. Why,
why, you are wounded.
AUBIN
It's nothing. A bullet that they'll quickly extract from me. And
then, right? as soon as my wound is dressed on our way to Paris? By
the way, you know, Peltier has nothing.
MARIE (literally superb)
Who cares?
(Silence)
AUBIN (immensely joyful)
Huh?
OFFICER (to both)
Excuse me. (he withdraws after having bowed, escorted out by both)
AUBIN (to his wife)
Explain yourself, Marie.
(Peltier enters)
MARIE (to Peltier)
Sir. Say if you have ever had the right to call yourself my lover?
PELTIER
On my oath as an honest and gallant man which my return to this
room confirms: Aubin, I swear No. This departure was a delirium from
which Madame awakened first, pure and invincible. Invincible because I
wanted to have the last word and she had it; and that was a no not to
be misunderstood.
AUBIN*
Indeed, each has fulfilled his duty here. I, after your folly
rushed to get back my wife and to forgive her after a duel. You,
Marie, having remained a good spouse. And I will answer to you that
the misunderstandings which serve to excuse you, are dead forever. How
happy we are going to be. And you, Peltier, what need is there for an
explanation? Given our civilization's disapproval of your attempt to
do me out of my wife, as for me, I'd bear you a grudge, too, if this
bullet weren't in my shoulder. Now this is it: we'll return after my
scratch is dressed. Naturally we will be some while without seeing you
again, Peltier. Aren't you on a trip?
(to Peltier)
And your hand.
(curtain)
* Translator's note. This final speech reads a little strangely and not just in translation because the idea behind it is a little strange. Aubin's idea is something like this: "The world condemns you, Peltier, for tampering with my wife, and I would too, but for the fact you've put a bullet in my shoulder which proves you're a man of honor, etc." I don't feel justified in incorporating the explanatory material into the text so the best I can do is offer this footnote.