Virginie monologue — The miracle of Saint Anthony

She owed me nothing; she always paid me my wages regularly. You can say what you like, you won’t find many mistresses who would do as much, after they were dead and gone. She was one of the best of women. And we’re burying her to-day.... Everybody has sent flowers. You ought to see the drawing-room. It’s a glorious sight. There are flowers on the bed, on the table, on the chairs, on the piano. And nothing but white flowers: it’s perfectly beautiful. We simply don’t know where to put the wreaths. (_A ring at the door. She opens it and returns with two wreaths._) Here are two more. (_Examines the wreaths and weighs them in her hands._) Aren’t these lovely? Just hold them a minute till I finish my work. (_She gives the wreaths to SAINT ANTHONY, who takes one in each hand obligingly._) They’re taking her to the cemetery this afternoon. Everything has to be nice and clean; and I’ve only time to....