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قراءة كتاب Woman on Her Own, False Gods and The Red Robe Three Plays By Brieux

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Woman on Her Own, False Gods and The Red Robe
Three Plays By Brieux

Woman on Her Own, False Gods and The Red Robe Three Plays By Brieux

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دار النشر: Project Gutenberg
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you the truth, I've been wondering what in the world I should do with myself now; and I was dreading the future. What you offer me is better than anything I could have dreamt of. What do you say, Marguerite?

Madame Guéret. I am delighted.

Féliat. Then that's all right.

Guéret [to his brother-in-law] I think you won't regret having confidence in me.

Féliat. And your goddaughter?

Madame Guéret. Thérèse?

Féliat. Yes; how is she going to face this double news of her ruin and the breaking off of her engagement?

Madame Guéret. I think she ought to have sense enough to understand that one is the consequence of the other. She can hardly expect René's parents to give their son to a girl without money.

Féliat. I suppose not. But what's to become of her?

Guéret. She will live with us, of course.

Madame Guéret. "Of course"! I like that.

Guéret. She has no other relations, and her father left her in my care.

Madame Guéret. He left her in your care, and it's I who have been rushed into all the trouble of a child who is nothing to me.

Guéret. Child! She was nineteen when her father died.

Féliat. To look after a young girl of nineteen is a very great responsibility.

Madame Guéret [laughing bitterly] Ho! Ho! Look after! Look after Mademoiselle Thérèse! You think she's a person who allows herself to be looked after! And yet you've seen her more or less every holidays.

Guéret. You've not had to look after her; she has been at the Lycée.

Thérèse comes in dressed as Kalekairi from "Barberine." She is a pretty girl of twenty-three, healthy, and bright.

Thérèse. The bell, the bell, godmother! You're forgetting the bell! Good-evening, Monsieur Féliat.

Thérèse takes up the bell, which is on the table.

Madame Guéret. I was going to forget it! Oh, what a nuisance! All this is so new to me.

Féliat. Excuse me! I really didn't recognize you for the moment.

Thérèse [laughing] Ah, my dress. Startling, isn't it?

Madame Guéret [with meaning] Startling is the right word.

René [appearing at the back, disappearing again immediately, and calling] The bell! And you, on the stage, Mademoiselle Thérèse!

Thérèse. I'm coming. [She rings] Here I am!

She goes out.

Madame Guéret [with a sigh] And I had it let down!

Féliat. What?

Madame Guéret. Her dress. [To her husband] What I see most clearly in all this is that she must stay with us.

René comes fussing in.

René. Where's the queen? Where's Madame Nérisse?

Madame Guéret. I've not seen her.

René. But goodness gracious—! [He goes to the door on the left and calls] Madame Nérisse!

Madame Nérisse [from outside] Yes, yes, I'm ready.

Madame Nérisse comes in. She is about forty, flighty, and a little