“A little gray fowlCame into the barn,To lay a big eggFor the good boy that sleeps.Go to sleep, go to sleep,My little chicken!Go to sleep, sleep, my chick!”
LA BABIN [stands near the end of the mantelpiece, drinks the sugared water, and slips loaf sugar into her pocket; aside]
I must not forget the main thing. I have just seen in the kitchen the remains of a leg of mutton, to which I should like to go and say a few words. I am breaking in two with hunger just now.
MME. FLACHE [sings softly]
“A little black fowlCame into the room,To lay a big eggFor the good boy that sleeps.Sleep, sleep, my little chicken,Sleep, oh, sleep, my chick!”
MUSOTTE [from the long chair, after moaning several times]
Has he gone to sleep again?
MME. FLACHE [goes towardMusotte]
Yes, Mademoiselle, just as if he were a little Jesus. Do you wish to know what I think about him, this young man lying here? You will lead him to the altar for his marriage. He is a jewel, like yourself, my dear.
MUSOTTE
Do you really think him pretty?
MME. FLACHE
On the honor of a midwife, I have seldom brought into the world one so pretty. It is a pleasure to know that one has brought to the light such a little Cupid as he is.
MUSOTTE
And to think that in a few hours, perhaps, I shall see him no more; look at him no more; love him no more!
MME. FLACHE
Oh, no, no! You are talking unreasonably.
MUSOTTE
Ah, I know it too well! I heard you talking with the nurse. I know that the end is very near; this night, perhaps. Would the doctor have written to Jean to come and see me on this evening—the evening of his marriage—if I were not at the point of death? [The bell rings. Musotteutters a cry.] Ah, there he is! it is he! Quick! quick! Oh, God, how I suffer! [ExitMme. Flache C. Musottegazes after her. EnterDr. Pellerin,in evening clothes.]
MUSOTTE [despairingly]
Ah! it is not he!
PELLERIN [approachesMusotte]
Has he not come yet?
MUSOTTE
He will not come.
DR. PELLERIN
He will! I am certain of it; I know it.
MUSOTTE
No!
DR. PELLERIN
I swear it! [Turns towardMme. Flache.] Hasn't he answered the note yet?
MME. FLACHE
No, Doctor.
DR. PELLERIN
Well, he will come. How is my patient?
MME. FLACHE
She has rested a little.
MUSOTTE [in an agitated voice]
All is over! I feel that I shall not rest any more until he comes, or until I depart without having seen him.
DR. PELLERIN
He will come if you will go to sleep immediately and sleep until to-morrow morning.
MUSOTTE
You would not have written to him to come this evening if I had been able to wait until to-morrow morning. [The bell rings.] If that is not he, I am lost—lost! [Mme. Flacheruns to open the door. Musottelistens intently, and hears from below a man's voice; then murmurs despairingly.] It is not he!
MME. FLACHE [re-enters with a vial in her hand]
It is the medicine from the chemist.
MUSOTTE [agitated]
Oh, God! how horrible! He is not coming; what have I done? Doctor, show me my child. I will see him once more.
DR. PELLERIN
But he sleeps, my little Musotte.
MUSOTTE
Well, he has plenty of time in the future for sleep.
DR. PELLERIN
Come, come, calm yourself.
MUSOTTE
If Jean does not come, who will take care of my child?—for it is Jean's child, I swear to you. Do you believe me? Oh, how I loved him!
DR. PELLERIN
Yes, my dear little child, we believe you. But please be calm.
MUSOTTE [with increasing agitation]
Tell me, when you went away just now where did you go?
DR. PELLERIN
To see a patient.
MUSOTTE
That is not true. You went to see Jean, and he would not come with you, or he would be here now.
DR. PELLERIN
On my word of honor, no.
MUSOTTE
Yes, I feel it. You have seen him, and you do not dare to tell me for fear it would kill me.
DR. PELLERIN
Ah, the fever is coming back again. This must not go on. I don't wish you to be delirious when he comes. [Turns toMme. Flache.] We must give her a hypodermic injection. Give me the morphia. [Mme. Flachebrings the needle and morphia, from the mantelpiece and gives it toDr. Pellerin.]
MUSOTTE [uncovers her own arm]
But for this relief, I do not know how I should have borne up during the last few days. [Dr. Pellerinadministers the hypodermic.]
DR. PELLERIN
Now, you must go to sleep; I forbid you to speak. I won't answer you, and I tell you of a certainty that in a quarter of an hour Jean will be here. [Musottestretches herself out obediently upon the couch and goes to sleep.]
LA BABIN [silently replaces the screen which hidesMusotte]
How she sleeps! What a benediction that drug is! But I don't want any of it. It scares me; it is a devil's potion. [Sits near the cradle and reads a newspaper.]
MME. FLACHE [in a low voice toDr. Pellerin]
Oh, the poor girl, what misery!
DR. PELLERIN [in the same tone]
Yes, she is a brave girl. It is some time since I first met her with Jean Martinel, who gave her three years of complete happiness. She has a pure and simple soul.
MME. FLACHE
Well, will this Monsieur Martinel come?
DR. PELLERIN
I think so. He is a man of feeling, but it is a difficult thing for him to leave his wife and his people on such a day as this.
MME. FLACHE
It certainly is a most extraordinary case. A veritablefiasco.
DR. PELLERIN
It is, indeed.
MME. FLACHE [changes her tone]
Where have you been just now? You did not put on evening dress and a white cravat to go and see a patient?
DR. PELLERIN
I went to see the first part of the Montargy ballet danced.
MME. FLACHE [interested, and leaning upon the edge of the table]
And was it good? Tell me.
DR. PELLERIN [sitsL.of table]
It was very well danced.
MME. FLACHE
The new directors do things in style, don't they?
DR. PELLERIN
Jeanne Merali and Gabrielle Poivrier are first class.
MME. FLACHE
Poivrier—the little Poivrier—is it possible! As to Merali I am not so much astonished; although she is distinctly ugly, she has her good points. And how about Mauri?
DR. PELLERIN
Oh, a marvel—an absolute marvel, who dances as no one else can. A human bird with limbs for wings. It was absolute perfection.
MME. FLACHE
Are you in love with her?
DR. PELLERIN
Oh, no; merely an admirer. You know how I worship the dance.
MME. FLACHE
And thedanseusesalso, at times. [Lowering her eyes.] Come, have you forgotten?
DR. PELLERIN
One can never forget artists of your worth, my dear.
MME. FLACHE
You are simply teasing me.
DR. PELLERIN
I only do you justice. You know that formerly, when I was a young doctor, I had for you a very ardent passion which lasted six weeks. Tell me, don't you regret the time of the grandfête?
MME. FLACHE
A little. But reason comes when one is young no longer, and I have nothing to complain of. My business is very prosperous.
DR. PELLERIN
You are making money, then? They tell me that you are giving dainty little dinners.
MME. FLACHE
I believe you, and I have a particularly goodchef. Won't you give me the pleasure of entertaining you at dinner one of these days, my dear Doctor?
DR. PELLERIN
Very willingly, my dear.
MME. FLACHE
Shall I have any other physicians, or do you prefer to come alone?
DR. PELLERIN
Alone, if you please. I am not fond of a third party. [The bell rings.]
MUSOTTE [awakens]
Ah, some one rang, run and see. [ExitMme. Flache.A short silence.]
A VOICE [without]
Madame Henriette Lévêque?
MUSOTTE [emitting an anguished cry]
Ah, it is he! There he is! [Makes an effort to rise. EnterJean Martinel.] Jean! Jean! At last! [Springs up and stretches her arms to him.]
(The same,—withJean Martinel.)
JEAN [comes rapidly forward, kneels near the long steamer-chair, and kissesMusotte'shands]
My poor little Musotte! [They begin to weep and dry their eyes; then they remain silent and motionless. At lastJeanrises and holds up his hand toDr. Pellerin.]
PELLERIN
Did I do well?
JEAN
You did indeed, and I thank you.
PELLERIN [introduces them]
Madame Flache, the midwife—the nurse—[indicates the cradle with a grave gesture] and there!
JEAN [approaches the cradle and lifts the little curtain, takes up the child and kisses it on the mouth; then lays it down again]
He is a splendid boy!
DR. PELLERIN
A very pretty child.
MME. FLACHE
A superb morsel—one of my prettiest.
JEAN [in a low voice]
And Musotte, how is she?
MUSOTTE [who has heard him]
I,—I am almost lost. I know surely that all is over. [ToJean.] Take that little chair, dear, and seat yourself near me, and let us talk as long as I am able to speak. I have so many things to say to you, for we shall never be together any more. I am so glad to see you again that nothing else now seems of any importance.
JEAN [approaching her] Don't agitate yourself. Don't get excited.
MUSOTTE
How can I help being agitated at seeing you again?
JEAN [sits on the low chair, takesMusotte'shand]
My poor Musotte, I cannot tell you what a shock it was to me when I learned just now that you were so ill.
MUSOTTE
And on this day of all days! It must have shocked you greatly.
JEAN
What! Do you know of it then?
MUSOTTE
Yes, since I felt so ill, I kept myself informed about you every day, in order that I might not pass away without having seen you and spoken to you again, for I have so much to say to you. [At a sign fromJean, Mme. Flache, Pellerin,andLa BabinexitR.]
(MusotteandJean.)
MUSOTTE
Then you received the letter?
JEAN
Yes.
MUSOTTE
And you came immediately?
JEAN
Certainly.
MUSOTTE
Thanks—ah! thanks. I hesitated a long time before warning you—hesitated even this morning, but I heard the midwife talking with the nurse and learned that to-morrow perhaps it might be too late, so I sent Doctor Pellerin to call you immediately.
JEAN
Why didn't you call me sooner?
MUSOTTE
I never thought that my illness would become so serious. I did not wish to trouble your life.
JEAN [points to the cradle]
But that child! How is it that I was not told of this sooner?
MUSOTTE
You would never have known it, if his birth had not killed me. I would have spared you this pain—this cloud upon your life. When you left me, you gave me enough to live upon. Everything was over between us; and besides, at any other moment than this, would you believe me if I said to you: “This is your child?”
JEAN
Yes, I have never doubted you.
MUSOTTE
You are as good as ever, my Jean. No, no, I am not lying to you; he is yours, that little one there. I swear it to you on my deathbed; I swear it to you before God!
JEAN
I have already told you that I believed you. I have always believed you.
MUSOTTE
Listen, this is all that has happened. As soon as you left me, I became very ill. I suffered so much that I thought I was going to die. The doctor ordered a change of air. You remember, it was in the spring. I went to Saint-Malo—to that old relative, of whom I have often talked to you.
JEAN
Yes, yes.
MUSOTTE
It was in Saint-Malo, after some days, that I realized that you had left me a pledge of your affection. My first desire was to tell you everything, for I knew that you were an honest man—that you would have recognized this child, perhaps even have given up your marriage; but I would not have had you do that. All was over; was it not?—and it was better that it should be so. I knew that I could never be your wife [smiles], Musotte, me, Madame Martinel—oh, no!
JEAN
My poor, dear girl. How brutal and hard we men are, without thinking of it and without wishing to be so!
MUSOTTE
Don't say that. I was not made for you. I was only a little model; and you, you were a rising artist, and I never thought that you would belong to me forever. [Jeansheds tears.] No, no, don't cry; you have nothing to reproach yourself with. You have always been so good to me. It is only God who has been cruel to me.
JEAN
Musotte!
MUSOTTE
Let me go on. I remained at Saint-Malo without revealing my condition. Then I came back to Paris, and here some months afterward the little one was born—the child! When I fully understood what had happened to me, I experienced at first such fear; yes, such fear! Then I remembered that he was bone of your bone, and flesh of your flesh; that you had given him life, and that he was a pledge from you. But one is so stupid when one knows nothing. One's ideas change just as one's moods change, and I became contented all at once; contented with the thought that I would bring him up, that he would grow to be a man, that he would call me mother. [Weeps.] Now, he will never call me mother. He will never put his little arms around my neck, because I am going to leave him; because I am going away—I don't know where; but there, where everybody goes. Oh, God! My God!
JEAN
Calm yourself, my little Musotte. Would you be able to speak as you do speak if you were as ill as you think you are?
MUSOTTE
You do not see that the fever is burning within me; that I am losing my head, and don't know longer what I say.
JEAN
No, no; please calm yourself.
MUSOTTE
Pet me; pet me, Jean, and you will calm me.
JEAN [kisses her hair; then resumes]
There, there; don't speak any more for a minute or two. Let us remain quietly here near each other.
MUSOTTE
But I must speak to you; I have so many things to say to you yet, and do not know how to say them. My head is beyond my control. Oh, my God! how shall I do it? [Raises herself, looks around her and sees the cradle.] Ah, yes, I know; I recollect, it is he, my child. Tell me, Jean, what will you do with him? You know that I am an orphan, and when I am gone he will be here all alone—alone in the world! Poor little thing! Listen, Jean, my head is quite clear now. I shall understand very well what you answer me now, and the peace of my closing moments depends upon it. I have no one to leave the little one to but you.
JEAN
I promise you that I will take him, look after him, and bring him up.
MUSOTTE
As a father?
JEAN
As a father.
MUSOTTE
You have already seen him?
JEAN
Yes.
MUSOTTE
Go and look at him again. [Jeangoes over to the cradle.]
JEAN
He is pretty, isn't he?
MUSOTTE
Everybody says so. Look at him, the poor little darling, who has enjoyed only a few days of life as yet. He belongs to us. You are his father; I am his mother, but soon he will have a mother no more. [In anguish.] Promise me that he shall always have a father.
JEAN [goes over to her]
I promise it, my darling!
MUSOTTE
A true father, who will always love him well?
JEAN I promise it.
MUSOTTE
You will be good—very good—to him?
JEAN
I swear it to you!
MUSOTTE
And then, there is something else—but I dare not—
JEAN
Tell it to me.
MUSOTTE
Since I came back to Paris, I have sought to see you without being seen by you, and I have seen you three times. Each time you were with her—with your sweetheart, your wife, and with a gentleman—her father, I think. Oh, how I looked at her! I asked myself: “Will she love him as I have loved him? Will she make him happy? Is she good?” Tell me, do you really believe she is very good?
JEAN
Yes, darling, I believe it.
MUSOTTE
You are very certain of it?
JEAN
Yes, indeed.
MUSOTTE
And I thought so, too, simply from seeing her pass by. She is so pretty! I have been a little jealous, and I wept on coming back. But what are you going to do now as between her and your son?
JEAN
I shall do my duty.
MUSOTTE
Your duty? Does that mean by her or by him?
JEAN
By him.
MUSOTTE
Listen, Jean: when I am no more, ask your wife from me, from the mouth of a dead woman, to adopt him, this dear little morsel of humanity-to love him as I would have loved him; to be a mother to him in my stead. If she is tender and kind, she will consent. Tell her how you saw me suffer—that my last prayer, my last supplication on earth was offered up for her. Will you do this?
JEAN
I promise you that I will.
MUSOTTE
Ah! How good you are! Now I fear nothing; my poor little darling is safe, and I am happy and calm. Ah, how calm I am! You didn't know, did you, that I called him Jean, after you? That does not displease you, does it?
JEAN [weeps]
No, no!
MUSOTTE
You weep—so you still love me a little, Jean? Ah, how I thank you for this! But if I only could live; it must be possible. I feel so much better since you came here, and since you have promised me all that I have asked you. Give me your hand. At this moment I can recall all our life together, and I am content—almost gay; in fact, I can laugh—see, I can laugh, though I don't know why. [Laughs.]
JEAN
Oh, calm yourself for my sake, dear little Musotte.
MUSOTTE
If you could only understand how recollections throng upon me. Do you remember that I posed for your “Mendiante,” for your “Violet Seller,” for your “Guilty Woman,” which won for you your first medal? And do you remember the breakfast at Ledoyen's on Varnishing Day? There were more than twenty-five at a table intended for ten. What follies we committed, especially that little, little—what did he call himself—I mean that little comic fellow, who was always making portraits which resembled no one? Oh, yes, Tavernier! And you took me home with you to your studio, where you had two great manikins which frightened me so, and I called to you, and you came in to reassure me. Oh, how heavenly all that was! Do you remember? [Laughs again.] Oh, if that life could only begin over again! [Cries suddenly.] Ah, what pain! [ToJean,who is going for the doctor.] No, stay, stay! [Silence. A sudden change comes over her face.] See, Jean, what glorious weather! If you like, we will take the baby for a sail on a river steamboat; that will be so jolly! I love those little steamboats; they are so pretty. They glide over the water quickly and without noise. Now that I am your wife, I can assert myself—I am armed. Darling, I never thought that you would marry me. And look at our little one—how pretty he is, and how he grows! He is called Jean after you. And I—I have my two little Jeans—mine—altogether mine! You don't know how happy I am. And the little one walks to-day for the first time! [Laughs aloud, with her arms stretched out, pointing to the child which she thinks is before her.]
JEAN [weeps]
Musotte! Musotte! Don't you know me?
MUSOTTE
Indeed I know you! Am I not your wife? Kiss me, darling. Kiss me, my little one.
JEAN [takes her in his arms, weeping and repeating]
Musotte! Musotte! [Musotterises upon her couch, and with a gesture toJeanpoints to the cradle, toward which he goes, nodding “Yes, yes,” with his head. WhenJeanreaches the cradle,Musotte,who has raised herself upon her hands, falls lifeless upon the long steamer-chair.Jean,frightened, calls out] Pellerin! Pellerin!
(The same:Pellerin, Mme. Flache,andLa Babin,enter quicklyR.)
PELLERIN [who has gone swiftly toMusotte,feels her pulse and listens at the heart]
Her heart is not beating! Give me a mirror, Madame Flache.
JEAN
My God! [Mme. Flachegives a hand-mirror toPellerin,who holds it before the lips ofMusotte,Pause.]
PELLERIN [in a low voice]
She is dead!
JEAN [takes the dead woman's hand and kisses it fondly, his voice choked with emotion]
Farewell, my dear little Musotte! To think that a moment ago you were speaking to me—a moment ago you were looking at me, you saw me, and now—all is over!
PELLERIN [goes toJeanand takes him by the shoulder]
Now, you must go at once. Go! You have nothing more to do here. Your duty is over.
JEAN [rises]
I go. Farewell, poor little Musotte!
PELLERIN
I will take care of everything this evening. But the child, do you wish me to find an asylum for him?
JEAN
Oh, no, I will take him. I have sworn it to that poor, dead darling. Come and join me immediately at my house, and bring him with you. Then I shall have another service to request of you. But how about Musotte, who is going to remain with her?
MME. FLACHE
I, Monsieur. Have no anxiety; I am acquainted with all that must be done.
JEAN
Thank you, Madame. [Approaches the bed; closesMusotte'seyes and kisses her fondly and for a long time upon her forehead.] Farewell, Musotte, forever! [Goes softly to the cradle, removes the veil, kisses the child and speaks to it in a firm voice which at the same time is full of tears.] I shall see you again directly, my little Jean!
[Exit quickly].
(Same setting as inAct I.)
(Monsieur de Petitpré, Mme. de Ronchard, M. Martinel,andLéon.)
MME. DE RONCHARD [walks about in an agitated manner]
Seven minutes to midnight! It is nearly two hours since Jean left us!
LEON [seatedL.]
But, my dear Aunt, just allow a half hour in the carriage for going and a half hour for returning, and there remains just one hour for the business he had to attend to.
MME. DE RONCHARD
Was it so very long, then—the business that called him hence?
LEON
Yes, my dear Aunt; and now, why worry yourself by counting the minutes? Your agitation will change nothing in the end, and will not hasten Jean's return by a single second, or make the hands of the clock move more quickly.
MME. DE RONCHARD
How can you ask me not to worry when my mind is full of anxiety, when my heart is beating, and I feel the tears rising into my eyes?
LÉON
But, my dear Aunt, you know very well you do not feel as badly as that.
MME. DE RONCHARD
Oh, you irritate me!
MARTINEL [seated near the table]
Don't torment yourself, Madame. True, the situation is a rather delicate one, but it need not disquiet you or frighten us, if we know how to bring to its consideration at this moment coolness and reason.
LÉON
Just so, my dear Aunt, Monsieur Martinel speaks truly.
MME. DE RONCHARD [crossesR.]
You ought to be beaten, you two! You know everything, and won't tell anything. How annoying men are! There is never any means of making them tell a secret.
MARTINEL
Jean will come presently and will tell you everything. Have a little patience.
PETITPRÉ
Yes; let us be calm. Let us talk of other things, or be silent, if we can.
MME. DE RONCHARD
Be silent! That is about, the most difficult thing—
A SERVANT [entersR.]
A gentleman wishes to see M. Martinel.
MARTINEL [rises.]
Pardon me for a moment. [To the servant.] Very well, I am coming. [ExitR.]