The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda Part 60

The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda Part 60

I, whod gladly die for her!


MARION (_smiling through her tears_).


You made me cry, you cruel man!


DIDIER.


My beauty!


[_Sits on the bank beside her._


Just one sweet kiss upon your forehead, pure As is our love!


[_He kisses her forehead. They look at each other with ecstasy._


Yes, look at me! Look thus, Look harder; look until we die of looking!


GRACIEUX (_entering_).


Dona Chimene is wanted in the barn.


[_Marion rises hastily from Didiers side. At the same time that Gracieux enters, Saverny comes in; he stands in the background and looks attentively at Marion without seeing Didier, who remains sitting on the bank and is hidden by a bush._


SAVERNY (_back, without being seen, aside_).


Faith, it is Marion! What brings her here?


[_Laughing._] Chimene!


GRACIEUX (_to Didier, who is about to follow Marion_).


Oh, no! stay there, my jealous friend, I want to tease you!


DIDIER.


Devil take you!


MARION (_low to Didier_).


Hush!


Restrain yourself.


[_Didier re-seats himself; she enters the barn._


SAVERNY (_still back, aside_).


What makes her roam the country in this fashion?


Can he be the gallant who succored me?


Who saved my life? Didier! It is indeed!


LAFFEMAS (_enters in traveling costume, and salutes Saverny_).


I take my leave, sir!


SAVERNY (_bowing_).


You are going away? [_He laughs._


LAFFEMAS.


What makes you laugh?


SAVERNY.


A very silly thing.


Ill tell you. Guess whom I have recognized Among those jugglers who have just arrived.


LAFFEMAS.


Among those jugglers?


SAVERNY (_laughing still more_).


Yes. Marion de Lorme!


LAFFEMAS (_with a start_).


Marion de Lorme!


DIDIER (_who has been looking at them fixedly all the time_).


Hein? [_He half rises from the bank._


SAVERNY (_still laughing_).


I would like to send That news to Paris. Are you going there?


LAFFEMAS.


I am, and I will spread the news, trust me!


But are you sure you recognize her?


SAVERNY.


Sure?


Hurrah for France! We know our Marion.


[_Feeling in his pocket._ I think I have her portrait--tender pledge Of love! She had it done by the Kings painter.


[_Giving Laffemas a locket._ Look and compare them.


[_Indicating the barn door._ See her, through that door, In Spanish costume, with green petticoat.