The Princess of Bagdad: A Play In Three Acts

Lionnette

I think so; I have not seen him again, but I want absolutely to start to-day.

Richard

And where will you meet?

Lionnette

I suppose they will come for me here.

Richard

Quite openly?

Lionnette

Quite openly; at least, if they have not already had enough of me … that may happen … anything may come to pass… That would be strange.

Richard

Do you love Mr. Nourvady, then?

Lionnette (hoping to deceive Richard)

Madly, and for a long time past. I struggled against it. And then, candidly, in the position in which I was, it was the only thing to do.

Richard

And your husband?

Lionnette (sincere)

Oh! he! that is another thing; I hate him … oh, yes! I hate him well … without doubt…

Richard

And your child?

Lionnette

I see at what you are aiming, my dear Mr. Richard … you want to touch my tender feelings. Feel my hands, they are cold; listen to my voice, it does not tremble; if you put your hand on my heart, you would feel that I have not one pulsation more than ordinarily. You still hope there is some remedy for what has happened … there is none … there can never be any. If there were any I should reject it. Would you like me to open my heart to you? I merit what has happened. I often condemned my mother, because the guilty always accuse some one else of the faults that they commit; but I am no better than she was. There is too great a mixture in me, and I should be foolish to attempt to discover what I am. I am simply and logically what I was destined to be. I shall not be the first woman who was proud of her disgrace, especially in these times; and what difference will that make to the world? I ought to have been economical or ugly! These two men who hate each other, and are equally resolved to be the ruin of me, are yet better than I, for they love, though one suffers and the other desires; whereas I desire nothing more, I can suffer no more, and this disclosure of affairs will appear quite natural to those who knew me. It is horrible; it is monstrous … it is all that, and I tell it to you because I have no one now to deceive, thank God! And, apart from that, I am going into vice that I like no better than anything else, as I entered into marriage and motherhood, without considering why. I have no heart! no heart! that is at the bottom of it all. A creature of luxury and pleasure. You ask me, then, why I do not kill myself – why I do not put an end to myself – that is the word? That would be done more quickly, and would simplify everything. Yesterday I was ready to die to avoid dishonour. To-day, what good would it do? I am dishonoured. What do you want me to destroy in myself? Nothing has any more life in me, and it seems that I can still bestow pleasure, love – happiness may be. You say to yourself that all that is impossible, because you call to mind your mother, your wife, your children. Yes, there are, indeed, mothers, wives, children … and, again, there are some beings who have the same forms, and bear the same names, but who are not in any degree the same thing. What do you want still to know?

Richard

I do not dispute; only embrace your child for the last time.

Lionnette

Why disturb him? he is playing no doubt.

Richard

I am going to look for him.

Lionnette

No, I beg of you. (Richard walks towards the room.) I do not wish it.

(The Footman appears.)

The Footman

Mr. Nourvady would like to know if the Countess de Hun can receive him.

Lionnette (in a natural tone.)

Certainly! (To Richard.) Good bye, my dear Mr. Richard … I will write if I have any instructions to give you. My kind regards to your wife … if she knows nothing yet.

Richard

Do not remain long here, that will be more prudent.

Lionnette

I am going away directly.

(The Footman lets Nourvady pass, and goes away.)

Nourvady

You excuse me, Madam?

Lionnette

For what?

Nourvady

For coming here to look for you.

Lionnette

Wherever I may be, have you not the right to come there; I was waiting for you. I said so, a moment ago, to Mr. Richard, who knows all.

Richard

Good-bye, Countess.