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_ ACT I - FIRST SCENE. THE CEMETERY
(The upper avenue of cypresses in the Montparnasse Cemetery at Paris. The background shows mortuary chapels, stone crosses on which are inscribed "O Crux! Ave Spes Unica!" and the ruins of a wind-mill covered with ivy.)
(A well-dressed woman in widow's weeds is kneeling and muttering prayers in front of a grave decorated with flowers.)
(JEANNE is walking back and forth as if expecting somebody.)
(MARION is playing with some withered flowers picked from a rubbish heap on the ground.)
(The ABBE is reading his breviary while walking along the further end of the avenue.)
WATCHMAN.
[Enters and goes up to JEANNE]
Look here, this is no playground.
JEANNE.
[Submissively]
I am only waiting for somebody who'll soon be here--
WATCHMAN.
All right, but you're not allowed to pick any flowers.
JEANNE.
[To MARION]
Drop the flowers, dear.
ABBE.
[Comes forward and is saluted by the WATCHMAN]
Can't the child play with the flowers that have been thrown away?
WATCHMAN.
The regulations don't permit anybody to touch even the flowers that have been thrown away, because it's believed they may spread infection--which I don't know if it's true.
ABBE.
[To MARION]
In that case we have to obey, of course. What's your name, my little girl?
MARION.
My name is Marion.
ABBE.
And who is your father?
(MARION begins to bite one of her fingers and does not answer.)
ABBE.
Pardon my question, madame. I had no intention--I was just talking to keep the little one quiet.
(The WATCHMAN has gone out.)
JEANNE.
I understood it, Reverend Father, and I wish you would say something to quiet me also. I feel very much disturbed after having waited here two hours.
ABBE.
Two hours--for him! How these human beings torture each other! O Crux! Ave spes unica!
JEANNE.
What do they mean, those words you read all around here?
ABBE.
They mean: O cross, our only hope!
JEANNE.
Is it the only one?
ABBE.
The only certain one.
JEANNE.
I shall soon believe that you are right, Father.
ABBE.
May I ask why?
JEANNE.
You have already guessed it. When he lets the woman and the child wait two hours in a cemetery, then the end is not far off.
ABBE.
And when he has left you, what then?
JEANNE.
Then we have to go into the river.
ABBE.
Oh, no, no!
JEANNE.
Yes, yes!
MARION.
Mamma, I want to go home, for I am hungry.
JEANNE.
Just a little longer, dear, and we'll go home.
ABBE.
Woe unto those who call evil good and good evil.
JEANNE.
What is that woman doing at the grave over there?
ABBE.
She seems to be talking to the dead.
JEANNE.
But you cannot do that?
ABBE.
She seems to know how.
JEANNE.
This would mean that the end of life is not the end of our misery?
ABBE.
And you don't know it?
JEANNE.
Where can I find out?
ABBE.
Hm! The next time you feel as if you wanted to learn about this well-known matter, you can look me up in Our Lady's Chapel at the Church of St. Germain--Here comes the one you are waiting for, I guess.
JEANNE.
[Embarrassed]
No, he is not the one, but I know him.
ABBE.
[To MARION]
Good-bye, little Marion! May God take care of you!
[Kisses the child and goes out]
At St. Germain des Pres.
EMILE.
[Enters]
Good morning, sister. What are you doing here?
JEANNE.
I am waiting for Maurice.
EMILE.
Then I guess you'll have a lot of waiting to do, for I saw him on the boulevard an hour ago, taking breakfast with some friends. [Kissing the child] Good morning, Marion.
JEANNE.
Ladies also?
EMILE.
Of course. But that doesn't mean anything. He writes plays, and his latest one has its first performance tonight. I suppose he had with him some of the actresses.
JEANNE.
Did he recognise you?
EMILE.
No, he doesn't know who I am, and it is just as well. I know my place as a workman, and I don't care for any condescension from those that are above me.
JEANNE.
But if he leaves us without anything to live on?
EMILE.
Well, you see, when it gets that far, then I suppose I shall have to introduce myself. But you don't expect anything of the kind, do you--seeing that he is fond of you and very much attached to the child?
JEANNE.
I don't know, but I have a feeling that something dreadful is in store for me.
EMILE.
Has he promised to marry you?
JEANNE.
No, not promised exactly, but he has held out hopes.
EMILE.
Hopes, yes! Do you remember my words at the start: don't hope for anything, for those above us don't marry downward.
JEANNE.
But such things have happened.
EMILE.
Yes, they have happened. But, would you feel at home in his world? I can't believe it, for you wouldn't even understand what they were talking of. Now and then I take my meals where he is eating--out in the kitchen is my place, of course--and I don't make out a word of what they say.
JEANNE.
So you take your meals at that place?
EMILE.
Yes, in the kitchen.
JEANNE.
And think of it, he has never asked me to come with him.
EMILE.
Well, that's rather to his credit, and it shows he has some respect for the mother of his child. The women over there are a queer lot.
JEANNE.
Is that so?
EMILE.
But Maurice never pays any attention to the women. There is something SQUARE about that fellow.
JEANNE.
That's what I feel about him, too, but as soon as there is a woman in it, a man isn't himself any longer.
EMILE.
[Smiling]
You don't tell me! But listen: are you hard up for money?
JEANNE.
No, nothing of that kind.
EMILE.
Well, then the worst hasn't come yet--Look! Over there! There he comes. And I'll leave you. Good-bye, little girl.
JEANNE.
Is he coming? Yes, that's him.
EMILE.
Don't make him mad now--with your jealousy, Jeanne!
[Goes out.]
JEANNE.
No, I won't.
(MAURICE enters.)
MARION.
[Runs up to him and is lifted up into his arms]
Papa, papa!
MAURICE.
My little girl!
[Greets JEANNE]
Can you forgive me, Jeanne, that I have kept you waiting so long?
JEANNE.
Of course I can.
MAURICE.
But say it in such a way that I can hear that you are forgiving me.
JEANNE.
Come here and let me whisper it to you.
(MAURICE goes up close to her.)
(JEANNE kisses him on the cheek.)
MAURICE.
I didn't hear.
(JEANNE kisses him on the mouth.)
MAURICE.
Now I heard! Well--you know, I suppose that this is the day that will settle my fate? My play is on for tonight, and there is every chance that it will succeed--or fail.
JEANNE.
I'll make sure of success by praying for you.
MAURICE.
Thank you. If it doesn't help, it can at least do no harm--Look over there, down there in the valley, where the haze is thickest: there lies Paris. Today Paris doesn't know who Maurice is, but it is going to know within twenty-four hours. The haze, which has kept me obscured for thirty years, will vanish before my breath, and I shall become visible, I shall assume definite shape and begin to be somebody. My enemies--which means all who would like to do what I have done--will be writhing in pains that shall be my pleasures, for they will be suffering all that I have suffered.
JEANNE.
Don't talk that way, don't!
MAURICE.
But that's the way it is.
JEANNE.
Yes, but don't speak of it--And then?
MAURICE.
Then we are on firm ground, and then you and Marion will bear the name I have made famous.
JEANNE.
You love me then?
MAURICE.
I love both of you, equally much, or perhaps Marion a little more.
JEANNE.
I am glad of it, for you can grow tired of me, but not of her.
MAURICE.
Have you no confidence in my feelings toward you?
JEANNE.
I don't know, but I am afraid of something, afraid of something terrible--
MAURICE.
You are tired out and depressed by your long wait, which once more I ask you to forgive. What have you to be afraid of?
JEANNE.
The unexpected: that which you may foresee without having any particular reason to do so.
MAURICE.
But I foresee only success, and I have particular reasons for doing so: the keen instincts of the management and their knowledge of the public, not to speak of their personal acquaintance with the critics. So now you must be in good spirits- -
JEANNE.
I can't, I can't! Do you know, there was an Abbe here a while ago, who talked so beautifully to us. My faith--which you haven't destroyed, but just covered up, as when you put chalk on a window to clean it--I couldn't lay hold on it for that reason, but this old man just passed his hand over the chalk, and the light came through, and it was possible again to see that the people within were at home--To-night I will pray for you at St. Germain.
MAURICE.
Now I am getting scared.
JEANNE.
Fear of God is the beginning of wisdom.
MAURICE. God? What is that? Who is he?
JEANNE.
It was he who gave joy to your youth and strength to your manhood. And it is he who will carry us through the terrors that lie ahead of us.
MAURICE.
What is lying ahead of us? What do you know? Where have you learned of this? This thing that I don't know?
JEANNE.
I can't tell. I have dreamt nothing, seen nothing, heard nothing. But during these two dreadful hours I have experienced such an infinity of pain that I am ready for the worst.
MARION.
Now I want to go home, mamma, for I am hungry.
MAURICE.
Yes, you'll go home now, my little darling. [Takes her into his arms.]
MARION.
[Shrinking]
Oh, you hurt me, papa!
JEANNE.
Yes, we must get home for dinner. Good-bye then, Maurice. And good luck to you!
MAURICE.
[To MARION]
How did I hurt you? Doesn't my little girl know that I always want to be nice to her?
MARION.
If you are nice, you'll come home with us.
MAURICE.
[To JEANNE]
When I hear the child talk like that, you know, I feel as if I ought to do what she says. But then reason and duty protest--Good-bye, my dear little girl!
[He kisses the child, who puts her arms around his neck.]
JEANNE.
When do we meet again?
MAURICE.
We'll meet tomorrow, dear. And then we'll never part again.
JEANNE.
[Embraces him]
Never, never to part again!
[She makes the sign of the cross on his forehead]
May God protect you!
MAURICE.
[Moved against his own will]
My dear, beloved Jeanne!
(JEANNE and MARION go toward the right; MAURICE toward the left. Both turn around simultaneously and throw kisses at each other.)
MAURICE.
[Comes back]
Jeanne, I am ashamed of myself. I am always forgetting you, and you are the last one to remind me of it. Here are the tickets for tonight.
JEANNE.
Thank you, dear, but--you have to take up your post of duty alone, and so I have to take up mine--with Marion.
MAURICE.
Your wisdom is as great as the goodness of your heart. Yes, I am sure no other woman would have sacrificed a pleasure to serve her husband--I must have my hands free tonight, and there is no place for women and children on the battle-field--and this you understood!
JEANNE.
Don't think too highly of a poor woman like myself, and then you'll have no illusions to lose. And now you'll see that I can be as forgetful as you--I have bought you a tie and a pair of gloves which I thought you might wear for my sake on your day of honour.
MAURICE.
[Kissing her hand]
Thank you, dear.
JEANNE.
And then, Maurice, don't forget to have your hair fixed, as you do all the time. I want you to be good-looking, so that others will like you too.
MAURICE.
There is no jealousy in YOU!
JEANNE.
Don't mention that word, for evil thoughts spring from it.
MAURICE.
Just now I feel as if I could give up this evening's victory--for I am going to win--
JEANNE.
Hush, hush!
MAURICE.
And go home with you instead.
JEANNE.
But you mustn't do that! Go now: your destiny is waiting for you.
MAURICE.
Good-bye then! And may that happen which must happen!
[Goes out.]
JEANNE.
[Alone with MARION]
O Crux! Ave spes unica!
[Curtain.] _
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