No More Learning

Marquis-God forbid! That your dead husband married his
mother's companion? It made me so angry!
Baroness Too much honor for such wretched gossip.
Marquis-I answered strongly enough, I can tell you.
Baroness I don't doubt it.
Marquis But you are right in wanting to marry again.
Baroness Who says I want to?
-
hand.
--
-
Marquis-Ah! you don't treat me as a friend. I deserve
your confidence all the more for understanding you as if you had
given it. The aid of a sorcerer is not to be despised, Baroness.
Baroness [sitting down by the table]- Prove your sorcery.
Marquis [sitting down opposite] — Willingly! Give me your
monster.
Baroness [removing her glove] - You'll give it back again.
Marquis - And help you dispose of it, which is more. [Ex-
amining her hand. ] You are beautiful, rich, and a widow.
Baroness I could believe myself at Mademoiselle Lenor-
mand's!
Marquis - While it is so easy, not to say tempting, for you
to lead a brilliant, frivolous life, you have chosen a rôle almost
austere with its irreproachable morals.
Baroness-If it was a rôle, you'll admit that it was much like
a penitence.
Marquis - Not for you.
Baroness-What do you know about it?
Marquis-I read it in your hand. I even see that the con-
trary would cost you more, for nature has gifted your heart with
unalterable calmness.
Baroness [drawing away her hand]-Say at once that I'm a
Marquis-Time enough! The credulous think you a saint;
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ÉMILE AUGIER
Marquis d'Auberive, think you a clever little German, trying to
build a throne for yourself in the Faubourg Saint-Germain. You
have conquered the men, but the women resist you: your reputa-
tion offends them; and for want of a better weapon they use this
miserable rumor I've just repeated. In short, your flag's inad-
equate and you're looking for a larger one. Henry IV. said that
Paris was worth a mass. You think so too.
Baroness-They say sleep-walkers shouldn't be contradicted.
However, do let me say that if I really wanted a husband - with
my money and my social position, I might already have found
twenty.
Marquis-Twenty, yes; but not one. You forget this little
devil of a rumor.
Baroness [rising]-Only fools believe that.
Marquis [rising]-There's the hic. It's only very clever men,
too clever, who court you, and you want a fool.
Baroness-Why?
You want a
Marquis- Because you don't want a master.
husband whom you can keep in your parlor, like a family por-
trait, nothing more.
Baroness-Have you finished, dear diviner? What you have
just said lacks common-sense, but you are amusing, and I can
refuse you nothing.
Marquis - Maréchal shall have the oration?
Baroness-Or I'll lose my name.
Marquis-And you shall lose your name-I promise you.
A SEVERE YOUNG JUDGE
From The Adventuress>
Look at her clear eyes.
Annibal-Yes, yes, yes! [He sits down in a corner. ]
Clorinde [approaching Célie, who has paused in the doorway]-
My child, you would not avoid me to-day if you knew how happy
you make me!
LORINDE [softly] - Here's Célie.
love her, innocent child!
C
Célie-My father has ordered me to come to you.
Clorinde-Ordered you? Did you need an order?
I
Are we
really on such terms? Tell me, do you think I do not love you,
upon me as your enemy? Dear, if you
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1005
could read my heart you would find there the tenderest attach-
ment.
Célie I do not know whether you are sincere, Madame.
hope that you are not, for it distresses one to be loved by those
Clorinde-Whom one does not love? They must have painted
me black indeed, that you are so reluctant to believe in my
friendship.
-
Célie They have told me what I have heard, thanks to
you, Madame, was not fit for my young ears. This interview is
cruel Please let me -
-
-
I
―
Clorinde- No, no!
Stay, Mademoiselle.
painful to us both, nevertheless concerns us both.
Célie I am not your judge, Madame.
Clorinde-Nevertheless you do judge me, and severely! Yes,
For this interview,
my life has been blameworthy; I confess it. But you know noth-
ing of its temptations. How should you know, sweet soul, to
whom life is happy and goodness easy? Child, you have your
family to guard you. You have happiness to keep watch and
ward for you. How should you know what poverty whispers
to young ears on cold evenings! You, who have never been
hungry, how should you understand the price that is asked for a
mouthful of bread?
Célie - I don't know the pleadings of poverty, but one need
not listen to them. There are many poor girls who go hungry
and cold and keep from harm.
Clorinde- Child, their courage is sublime. Honor them if
you will, but pity the cowards.
death!
Célie-Yes, for choosing infamy rather than work, hunger, or
Yes, for losing the respect of all honest souls! Yes, I
can pity them for not being worthier of pity.
Clorinde-So that's your Christian charity! So nothing in the
world-bitter repentance or agonies of suffering, or vows of
sanctity for all time to come-may obliterate the past?
Célie You force me to speak without knowledge.
-
But-
since I must give judgment-who really hates a fault will hate
the fruit of it. If you keep this place, Madame, you will not
expect me to believe in the genuineness of your renunciations.
Clorinde-I do not dishonor it. There is no reason why I
should leave it. I have already proved my sincerity by high-
minded and generous acts. I bear myself as my place demands.
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Célie Your good action-for I believe you-is only the
beginning of expiation. Virtue seems to me like a holy tem-
ple. You may leave it by a door with a single step, but to
enter again you must climb up a hundred on your knees, beating
your breast.
Clorinde-How rigid you all are, and how your parents train
their first-born never to open the ranks! Oh, fortunate race!
impenetrable phalanx of respectability, who make it impossible
for the sinner to reform! You keep the way of repentance so
rough that the foot of poor humanity cannot tread it. God will
demand from you the lost souls whom your hardness has driven
back to sin.
Célie - God, do you say? When good people forgive they
betray his justice. For punishment is not retribution only, but
the acknowledgment and recompense of those fighting ones that
brave hunger and cold in a garret, Madame, yet do not sur-
render.
Clorinde-Go, child! I cannot bear more—
Célie - I have said more than I meant to say. Good-by. This
is the first and last time that I shall ever speak of this.
[She goes. ]
A CONTENTED IDLER
From M. Poirier's Son-in-Law
[The party are leaving the dining-room. ]
The house
G
Do you
ASTON -Well, Hector! What do you think of it?
is just as you see it now, every day in the year.
believe there is a happier man in the world than I?
Duke-Faith! I envy you; you reconcile me to marriage.
Antoinette [in a low voice to Verdelet]-Monsieur de Mont-
meyran is a charming young man!
Verdelet [in a low voice]-He pleases me.
Gaston [to Poirier, who comes in last]-Monsieur Poirier, I
must tell you once for all how much I esteem you. Don't think
I'm ungrateful.
Poirier-Oh! Monsieur!
Gaston Why the devil don't you call me Gaston? And you,
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Antoinette
Gaston Shake hands then, Uncle.
Verdelet [aside, giving him his hand]-He's not a bad fellow.
Gaston Agree, Hector, that I've been lucky. Monsieur Poi-
rier, I feel guilty. You make my life one long fête and never
give me a chance in return. Try to think of something I can
do for you.
-
He is one of the family, Gaston.
Poirier - Very well, if that's the way you feel, give me a
quarter of an hour. I should like to have a serious talk with
you.
Poirier
some idea.
Duke I'll withdraw.
Poirier - No, stay, Monsieur. We are going to hold a kind
of family council. Neither you nor Verdelet will be in the way.
Gaston - The deuce, my dear father-in-law. A family coun-
cil! You embarrass me!
Poirier-Not at all, dear Gaston. Let us sit down.
[They seat themselves around the fireplace. ]
-
Gaston Begin, Monsieur Poirier.
Poirier - You say you are happy, dear Gaston, and that is my
greatest recompense.
Gaston-I'm willing to double your gratification.
Poirier-But now that three months have been given to the
joys of the honeymoon, I think that there has been romance
enough, and that it's time to think about history.
Certainly, we'll think about
Gaston - You talk like a book.
history if you wish. I'm willing.
Poirier-What do you intend to do?
Gaston-To-day?
―――――――
And to-morrow, and in the future. You must have
Gaston-True, my plans are made. I expect to do to-day
what I did yesterday, and to-morrow what I shall do to-day.
I'm not versatile, in spite of my light air; and if the future is
only like the present I'll be satisfied.
Poirier - But you are too sensible to think that the honey-
moon can last forever.
Gaston Too sensible, and too good an
astronomer. But
you've probably read Heine?
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Poirier - Perhaps he spent his life at playing truant.
Gaston - Well, Heine, when he was asked what became of the
old full moons, said that they were broken up to make the stars.
Poirier I don't understand.
Gaston - When our honeymoon is old, we'll break it up and
there'll be enough to make a whole Milky Way.
Poirier-That is a clever idea, of course.
Gaston Its only merit is simplicity.
Poirier But seriously, don't you think that the idle life you
lead may jeopardize the happiness of a young household?
Gaston - Not at all.
Verdelet - A man of your capacity can't mean to idle all his
life.
Gaston-With resignation.
Antoinette - Don't you think you'll find it dull after a time,
Gaston?
______
Gaston-You calumniate yourself, my dear.
Antoinette- I'm not vain enough to suppose that I can fill
your whole existence, and I admit that I'd like to see you follow
the example of Monsieur de Montmeyran.
Gaston [rising and leaning against the mantelpiece] - Perhaps
you want me to fight?
Antoinette-No, of course not.
Gaston What then?
Poirier - We want you to take a position worthy of your
name.
―――――
Gaston-There are only three positions which my name per-
mits me: soldier, bishop, or husbandman. Choose.
Poirier-We owe everything to France.
France is our mother.
Verdelet -I understand the vexation of a son whose mother
remarries; I understand why he doesn't go to the wedding: but
if he has the right kind of heart he won't turn sulky. If the
second husband makes her happy, he'll soon offer him a friendly
hand.
Poirier The nobility cannot always hold itself aloof, as it
begins to perceive. More than one illustrious name has set the
example: Monsieur de Valcherrière, Monsieur de Chazerolles,
Monsieur de Mont Louis-
-
Gaston - These men have done as they thought best. I don't
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Gaston-Ask Montmeyran.
Verdelet - The Duke's uniform answers for him.
Duke-Excuse me, a soldier has but one opinion-his duty;
but one adversary- the enemy.
Poirier However, Monsieur-
Gaston-Enough, it isn't a matter of politics, Monsieur Poi-
rier. One may discuss opinions, but not sentiments. I am bound
by gratitude. My fidelity is that of a servant and of a friend.
Not another word. [To the Duke. ] I beg your pardon, my dear
fellow. This is the first time we've talked politics here, and I
promise you it shall be the last.
The Duke [in a low voice to Antoinette] — You've been forced
into making a mistake, Madame.
―
Antoinette-I know it, now that it's too late.
Verdelet [softly, to Poirier]-Now you're in a fine fix.
Poirier [in same tone] - He's repulsed the first assault, but I
don't raise the siege.
Gaston I'm not resentful, Monsieur Poirier. Perhaps I spoke
a little too strongly, but this is a tender point with me, and
unintentionally you wounded me. Shake hands.
Poirier-You are very kind.
A Servant-There are some people in the little parlor who
say they have an appointment with Monsieur Poirier.
Poirier - Very well, ask them to wait a moment. [The serv-
ant goes out. ] Your creditors, son-in-law.
Gaston - Yours, my dear father-in-law. I've turned them over
to you.
Duke-As a wedding present.
THE FEELINGS OF AN ARTIST
From M. Poirier's Son-in-Law›
POIR
OIRIER [alone] - How vexatious he is, that son-in-law of mine!
and there's no way to get rid of him. He'll die a noble-
man, for he will do nothing and he is good for nothing.
-There's no end to the money he costs me. -
He is master
of my house. .
I'll put a stop to it. [He rings. Enter a serv-
ant. ] Send up the porter and the cook. We shall see my son-
in-law! I have set up my back. I've unsheathed my velvet
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paws. You will make no concessions, eh, my fine gentleman?
Take your comfort! I will not yield either: you may remain
marquis, and I will again become a bourgeois. At least I'll have
the pleasure of living to my fancy.
The Porter-Monsieur has sent for me?
Poirier - Yes, François, Monsieur has sent for you. You can
put the sign on the door at once.
The Porter-The sign?
Poirier "To let immediately, a magnificent apartment on the
first floor, with stables and carriage houses. "
The Porter-The apartment of Monsieur le Marquis?
Poirier - You have said it, François.
The Porter-But Monsieur le Marquis has not given the order.
Poirier - Who is the master here, donkey? Who owns this
mansion?
The Porter-You, Monsieur.
Poirier Then do what I tell you without arguing.
The Porter-Yes, Monsieur. [Enter Vatel. ]
――――
heart.
Poirier-Go, François. [Exit Porter. ] Come in, Monsieur
Vatel: you are getting up a big dinner for to-morrow?
It is
Vatel - Yes, Monsieur, and I venture to say that the menu
would not be disowned by my illustrious ancestor himself.
really a work of art, and Monsieur Poirier will be astonished.
Poirier Have you the menu with you?
Vatel-No, Monsieur, it is being copied; but I know it by
-
Poirier Then recite it to me.
Vatel-Le potage aux ravioles à l'Italienne et le potage à
l'orge à la Marie Stuart.
Poirier - You will replace these unknown concoctions by a
good meat soup, with some vegetables on a plate.
-―
Vatel-What, Monsieur?
Poirier-I mean it. Go on.
Vatel- Relevé. La carpe du Rhin à la Lithuanienne, les
poulardes à la Godard- le filet de boeuf braisé aux raisins à la
Napolitaine, le jambon de Westphalie, rotie madère.
Poirier Here is a simpler and far more sensible fish course:
brill with caper sauce-then Bayonne ham with spinach, and a
savory stew of bird, with well-browned rabbit.
Vatel But, Monsieur Poirier-I will never consent.
Poirier I am master- do you hear? Go on.
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ÉMILE AUGIER
IOII
Vatel-Entrées. Les filets de volaille à la concordat - les
croustades de truffe garniés de foies à la royale, le faison étoffe
à la Montpensier, les perdreaux rouges farcis à la bohemienne.
Poirier - In place of these side dishes we will have nothing
at all, and we will go at once to the roast,- that is the only
essential.
Vatel-That is against the precepts of art.
Poirier - I'll take the blame of that: let us have your roasts.
Vatel-It is not worth while, Monsieur: my ancestor would
have run his sword through his body for a less affront.
my resignation.
I offer
name.
Poirier And I was about to ask for it, my good friend; but
as one has eight days to replace a servant —
But in the mean
Vatel - A servant, Monsieur? I am an artist!
Poirier - I will fill your place by a woman.
time, as you still have eight days in my service, I wish you to
prepare my menu.
Vatel- I will blow my brains out before I dishonor my
-
Poirier [aside]- Another fellow who adores his name! [Alou 1. ]
You may burn your brains, Monsieur Vatel, but don't burn your
sauces. — Well, bon jour! [Exit Vatel. ] And now to write invi-
tations to my old cronies of the Rue des Bourdonnais. Monsieur
le Marquis de Presles, I'll soon take the starch out of you.
M
[He goes out whistling the first couplet of Monsieur and
Madame Denis. ']
A CONTEST OF WILLS
From The Fourchambaults>
ADAME FOURCHAMBAULT
Why do you follow me?
Fourchambault- I'm not following you: I'm accompany-
yacht!
―
ing you.
Madame Fourchambault- I despise you; let me alone. Oh!
my poor mother little thought what a life of privation would be
mine when she gave me to you with a dowry of eight hundred
thousand francs!
Fourchambault-A life of privation-because I refuse you a
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ÉMILE AUGIER
Madame Fourchambault I thought my dowry permitted me
to indulge a few whims, but it seems I was wrong.
Fourchambault-A whim costing eight thousand francs!
. Madame Fourchambault-Would you have to pay for it?
Fourchambault-That's the kind of reasoning that's ruining
me.
Madame Fourchambault — Now he says I'm ruining him! His
whole fortune comes from me.
Fourchambault-Now don't get angry, my dear. I want you
to have everything in reason, but you must understand the sit-
uation.
Madame Fourchambault-The situation?
Fourchambault -I ought to be a rich man; but thanks to the
continual expenses you incur in the name of your dowry, I can
barely rub along from day to day. If there should be a sudden
fall in stocks, I have no reserve with which to meet it.
Madame Fourchambault That can't be true! Tell me at
once that it isn't true, for if it were so you would be without
excuse.
―
Fourchambault-I or you?
Madame Fourchambault-This is too much! Is it my fault
that you don't understand business? If you haven't had the wit
to make the best use of your way of living and your family con-
nections-any one else—
Fourchambault-Quite likely! But I am petty enough to be
a scrupulous man, and to wish to remain one.
Madame Fourchambault-Pooh! That's the excuse of all the
dolts who can't succeed. They set up to be the only honest fel-
lows in business. In my opinion, Monsieur, a timid and mediocre
man should not insist upon remaining at the head of a bank, but
should turn the position over to his son.
Fourchambault-You are still harping on that? But, my
dear, you might as well bury me alive!
cipher in my family.
Already I'm a mere
Madame Fourchambault. You do not choose your time well
to pose as a victim, when like a tyrant you are refusing me a
mere trifle.
-
Fourchambault-I refuse you nothing. I merely explain my
position. Now do as you like. It is useless to expostulate.
Madame Fourchambault - At last! But you have wounded
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Fourchambault - What is your surprise? [Aside: It makes
me tremble. ]
Madame Fourchambault
―
are going to triumph over the Duhamels.
Fourchambault - How?
Thanks to me, the Fourchambaults
Madame Fourchambault-Madame Duhamel has been deter-
mined this long time to marry her daughter to the son of the
prefect.
Fourchambault- I knew it. What about it?
Madame Fourchambault-While she was making a goose of
herself so publicly, I was quietly negotiating, and Baron Rasti-
boulois is coming to ask our daughter's hand.
Fourchambault-That will never do! I'm planning quite a
different match for her.
Madame Fourchambault - You?
-You? I should like to know-
Fourchambault-He's a fine fellow of our own set, who loves
Blanche, and whom she loves if I'm not mistaken.
man?
Madame Fourchambault-You are entirely mistaken. You
mean Victor Chauvet, Monsieur Bernard's clerk?
Fourchambault- His right arm, rather. His alter ego.
Madame Fourchambault - Blanche did think of him at one
time. But her fancy was just a morning mist, which I easily
dispelled. She has forgotten all about him, and I advise you to
follow her example.
Fourchambault-What fault can you find with this young
Madame Fourchambault — Nothing and everything. Even his
name is absurd. I never would have consented to be called Ma-
dame Chauvet, and Blanche is as proud as I was. But that is
only a detail; the truth is, I won't have her marry a clerk.
Fourchambault - You won't have! You won't have! But
there are two of us.
Madame Fourchambault - Are you going to portion Blanche ?
Fourchambault -I? No.
Madame Fourchambault - Then you see there are not two of
us. As I am going to portion her, it is my privilege to choose
my son-in-law.
Fourchambault - And mine to refuse him. I tell you I won't
have your little baron at any price.
Madame Fourchambault Now it is your turn. What fault
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Fourchambault-He's fast, a gambler, worn out by dissipa-
tion.
Madame Fourchambault - Blanche likes him just as he is.
Fourchambault - Heavens! He's not even handsome.
Madame Fourchambault - What does that matter? Haven't I
been the happiest of wives?
Fourchambault - What? One word is as good as a hundred.
I won't have him. Blanche need not take Chauvet, but she
shan't marry Rastiboulois either. That's all I have to say.
Madame Fourchambault - But, Monsieur—
Fourchambault - That's all I have to say.
[He goes out. ]
ST. AUGUSTINE OF HIPPO
(354-430)
BY SAMUEL HART
T. AUGUSTINE of Hippo (Aurelius Augustinus) was born at
Tagaste in Numidia, November 13th, 354. The story of his
life has been told by himself in that wonderful book ad-
dressed to God which he called the 'Confessions. ' He gained but
little from his father Patricius; he owed almost everything to his
loving and saintly mother Monica. Though she was a Christian, she
did not venture to bring her son to baptism; and he went away
from home with only the echo of the name of Jesus Christ in his
soul, as it had been spoken by his mother's lips. He fell deeply into
the sins of youth, but found no satisfaction in them, nor was he
satisfied by the studies of literature to which for a while he devoted
himself. The reading of Cicero's 'Hortensius' partly called him
back to himself; but before he was twenty years old he was carried
away into Manichæism, a strange system of belief which united
traces of Christian teaching with Persian doctrines of two antagonis-
tic principles, practically two gods, a good god of the spiritual world
and an evil god of the material world. From this he passed after a
while into less gross forms of philosophical speculation, and presently
began to lecture on rhetoric at Tagaste and at Carthage. When
nearly thirty years of age he went to Rome, only to be disappointed.
in his hopes for glory as a rhetorician; and after two years his
mother joined him at Milan.


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