THE

PRINCESS OF BAGDAD,

A PLAY IN THREE ACTS,

BY

ALEXANDRE DUMAS, Jun.,

Of the "Académie Française."

(Translated from the French.)

Under the Sanction of the Author.


London:
MARCHANT SINGER & CO.,
Ingram Court, Fenchurch Street.
——
1881.

N.B.—All rights reserved.

THE

PRINCESS  OF  BAGDAD.

ACT I.

Scene I.

RICHARD, The Footman; afterwards JOHN and LIONNETTE.

The Footman (to Richard, who waits sitting near a table, turning over some papers.)

The Count de Hun is here.

John enters; the Footman goes out.

John.

I am quite at your service, Master Richard, but I regret that you have inconvenienced yourself to come.

Richard.

Not at all; I live about two steps from here, and every evening, after my dinner, I take a short walk. Only, I am in a frock-coat, and you have friends.

John.

Men only, some club friends. Lionnette is with them in the conservatory.

Richard.

Muster all the courage of which you are master.

John.

We are ruined?

Richard.

Yes.

John.

Poor Lionnette!

Richard.

Alas! It is a little her fault.

John.

It is the fault of her mother, who reared her in luxury and without order. It is my fault, too, who was not as rich as my love; who not only never knew how to refuse her anything, but who did not even allow her time to wish for it; who told her to buy whatever she might wish for.

Richard.

And who also gave her by power of attorney—serious imprudence!—the right of buying, selling, of disposing of her property, and, in consequence, of yours, as it seemed fit to her. You owe one million, a hundred and seven thousand, one hundred and twenty-seven francs, fifty-two centimes. When I say, you owe, that is a figure of speech; your wife owes. In that amount there are only thirty-eight thousand francs of your own personal debts, and for which personally you have to be responsible, as you were married under the system of "separation of property."

John.

I authorised my wife to make debts, these debts then are mine. In other words, as she has no money, it is I who have to pay. What are my assets?

Richard.

There is this house in which we are, which is worth eight hundred thousand francs when one does not want to sell it, but which would be worth from five hundred and fifty to five hundred and eighty thousand, the moment one is obliged to part with it; it is mortgaged for four hundred and fifty thousand francs.... Then there are the horses, the furniture, the laces, the jewels....

John.

Very few jewels. A year ago Lionnette sold every jewel she had, with that heedlessness, that lightness of disposition, and that want of consideration, which are the basis of her character, and which you so well know.

Richard.

Ah! well, when you have sold all that you can possibly sell, there will remain about four hundred thousand francs.

John.

Of capital?

Richard.

Of debts.

John.

And the entail of my property?

Richard.

Ten thousand pounds income, inalienable, and all in your own power, fortunately.

John.

Is it impossible to realize the capital?

Richard.

Utterly impossible. Your uncle foresaw what has happened, and, with the knowledge of your habits and the wishes of your mother, he was anxious to preserve to you always a crust of bread. There remains your sister.

John (with a doubtful tone).

Yes, my sister!

Richard.

When you were married seven years ago, you know under what conditions, you had nothing more than what remained to you of the fortune of your father, about eight or nine hundred thousand francs. You made some legal interpellations against your mother in order to marry Lionnette—I call your wife Lionnette quite unceremoniously, as I knew her from her birth,—and your mother, even in her dying hour, did not pardon you. She has looked well after your sister's interest, and out of