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Roses: Four One-Act Plays
Streaks of Light—The Last Visit—Margot—The Far-away Princess

Roses: Four One-Act Plays Streaks of Light—The Last Visit—Margot—The Far-away Princess

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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.

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