Comedy of Marriage and Other Tales

Gilberte _has removed her marriage robes, and now wears a handsome house gown. She carries an opera cloak, which she throws over a chair neat the door_.

Gilberte. Where is Jean?

Léon. Do not be disturbed, he will be back directly.

GILBERTE [_in astonishment_]

Has he gone out?

Léon. Yes.

Gilberte. Gone out? And on this evening, above all others!

Léon. A sudden and grave circumstance compelled him to go out for an hour.

GILBERTE [_excitedly_]

What is going on? What is it that you are hiding from me? Your story is impossible. Some awful misfortune must have happened.

LÉON AND MARTINEL [_together_]

Oh, no, no!

Gilberte. Then, what is it? Tell me! Speak!

Léon. I cannot tell you anything. Be patient for an hour. It is Jean's duty to tell you of the sudden and unexpected call which has summoned him hence at such a time.

Gilberte. What curious words you use! A sudden and unexpected call? He is an orphan--his uncle is his only relative,--then what? Who? Why? Oh, God, how you frighten me!

Léon. There are duties of many kinds, my dear; friendship, pity, sympathy can impose many of them. But I must not say any more. Be patient for an hour, I implore you.

GILBERTE [_to_ Martinel]

And you, Uncle? Speak! I implore you! What is he doing? Where has he gone? I feel--oh, I feel the shadow of a terrible misfortune hovering over us; speak, I entreat.

MARTINEL [_with tears in his eyes_]

But I cannot tell you any more, my dear child. I cannot. Like your brother, I promised to say nothing, and I would have done just as Jean has done. Wait for an hour, I beseech you--just an hour.

Gilberte. And you, too, are upset. It must be a catastrophe.

Martinel. No, no! The fact that you are so distressed agitates me, because you know I love you with my whole heart. [_Embraces her_.]

GILBERTE [_to_ Léon]

You have spoken of friendship, of pity, and of sympathy, but if it were any of these reasons you could tell me so; meanwhile, as I look at you two, I feel that here is some unspoken reason, some mystery which appalls me.

LÉON [_resolutely_]

My dear little sister, won't you trust in me?

Gilberte. Yes, you ought to know all.

Léon. Will you trust me absolutely?

Léon. I swear to you, on my faith as a gentleman, that I would have done just as Jean has done; that his absolute fidelity to you, his fidelity, which perhaps is even exaggerated by love for you, is the only reason which had led him to forget at this very moment the very thing that he has gone to learn anew.

GILBERTE [_looks_ Léon _straight in the eyes_]

I believe you, Léon, and I thank you. Nevertheless, I tremble yet and I shall tremble until he returns. If you swear to me that my husband was entirely ignorant of the cause which has made him leave me at this supreme moment, I will content myself as well as I can, trusting in you two. [_She stretches both hands to the two men_.]