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قراءة كتاب Roses: Four One-Act Plays Streaks of Light—The Last Visit—Margot—The Far-away Princess
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Roses: Four One-Act Plays Streaks of Light—The Last Visit—Margot—The Far-away Princess
Julia (laughing nervously).
Oh, yes--plenty.
Wittich.
May I ask whether the lady has made any arrangements for the future?
Julia (still timidly).
I was thinking of making my home in Paris, wasn't I, Pierre?
Pierre.
Yes. You see, Julia wants to live a life suited to her tastes and inclinations--a life such as she cannot have even here--a life consecrated to Beauty and Art.
Wittich.
They say that an existence of that sort comes high. Has my wife--er--has the lady made any provision for her expenses?
Pierre (embarrassed).
From the moment that I become of age I shall be in a position to--h'm--h'm----
Wittich.
I see. But until that moment--?
Pierre.
I--er----
Wittich.
Well, I consider it my duty--and mine alone--to protect the woman whom--until recently--I called my wife. And to save her from ruin, I am willing to make any sacrifice whatsoever.
Pierre.
Oh, as for that, of course----
Wittich.
I intend to put no obstacle in the way of your desire to legitimize your relations.
Pierre.
Very kind of you--really--very thoughtful indeed.
Wittich.
Not because--not that I don't dare insist upon my rights in this affair, but because I want to guard her from lifelong misery.
Pierre.
Really, you wouldn't believe how often we have discussed this question--would he, Julia, dear?
Julia.
But I am never going to grant your wish, Pierre, dear. You shall keep your liberty--you shall be free! Even as I ask nothing better than to follow my own inclinations. If I am ruined because of them--well, it's no one's concern but my own--no one's! (Tosses her head.)
Wittich.
May I inquire what those inclinations are?
Julia.
It's hard to say--off-hand.--You must feel it--you must-- Well, I want to be free!--I want to hold my fate in my own hands!--I want-- Oh, why talk about it? What is one poor, human life?--especially a life like mine!--I am branded--doomed to the gutter!--One need use no ceremony with me now!
Wittich.
Really! Well--h'm--if I had known that you felt that way about it--I should have made you--a different proposition--Julia, dear.
Julia.
Tell me! Please!
Pierre.