The Princess of Bagdad: A Play In Three Acts

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Александр Дюма

Год написания книги

2017

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In 1853.

Trévelé

Why did you never tell it?

Godler

In 1853 there was a Madam Duranton, who kept a shop in the rue Traversière.

Trévelé

Where may the rue Traversière be?

Godler

It was a little cross street, of compromised fame, leading from the rue St. Honoré to the rue Richelieu. Madame Duranton, a widow – one could not be more a widow – sold left-off clothes. You can imagine the rest…

Trévelé

Yes, I see, I see; make haste.

Godler

Madame Duranton, at whose house two or three friends and I went sometimes to pass the evening, and who gave us sometimes cider and chesnuts in her little back shop…

Trévelé

In 1853?

Godler

In 1853.

Trévelé

How old were you?

Godler

I was 39 years old.

Trévelé

You are old, then?

Godler

I am 66.

Trévelé

You don't look that age.

Godler

Because I get myself up very well.

Trévelé

What a good fellow! Go on.

Godler

Would you like us to make a bet?

Trévelé

No, you would gain it; Florimond has told it to me.

Godler (who is sitting down)

Very well; go and shut the window, and give me something to drink.

Trévelé

Go on.

Godler

Madame Duranton had a daughter.

Trévelé

To whom you made love?

Godler

To whom we all made love, without any good intention – you can understand. The young girl, then between 18 and 19 years old, was a beautiful creature, with naturally golden hair, like women have artificially now-a-days, with violet-blue eyes, cheeks like a rose of Bengal, and teeth and lips resembling almonds between two halves of a cherry.

(During this time Godler from time to time arranges his whiskers, and a lock of hair which falls over his forehead, with a little comb that he takes out of his pocket.)

Trévelé

One could almost wish to taste thereof. You are a poet!

Godler

That I had from my youth. At that time…