Virginie monologue — The miracle of Saint Anthony

No more do I. They say it’s very good; but it’s not for you and me. There’s no champagne, because of the mourning; but there’s every other kind of wine. Mademoiselle Hortense had the best cellar in the town. I’ll try and get you a good big glass, if they leave any; then you’ll see the sort of thing.... Wait, I’ll go and look what they’re doing. (_She goes up the steps, draws back the curtains and peeps through the glass door on the left._) I think they’re beginning the trout, the trout _à la Schubert_. Oh, there’s Joseph moving the pine-apple. They’ve a good two hours before them. You’d better take a seat. (_SAINT ANTHONY goes to the leather-covered bench and is about to sit down._) No, no, not there, you’re much too dirty! Sit on the stool. I must get on with my work. (_SAINT ANTHONY sits down on a stool; VIRGINIE resumes her work and takes up a pail of water._) Look out! Lift up your feet; I’m going to splash the water.... No, don’t stay there; you’re in my way; and it’s not cleaned yet.... Go over there in the corner; push the stool against the wall. (_SAINT ANTHONY obediently does as she tells him._) There, now you won’t get your feet wet. Aren’t you hungry?