O Mercy! Just as if I were a young girl. And indeed! O punishment! Me!
Me! What anguish and what a situation! And the future! During these
sweet words with Aubin just now. I've the great misery of waiting for
him or the other one. All the same, I've resisted. And there was a
moment when I had some merit. But this trip! And this waiting! My God,
you in whom one must believe despite all the opinions of folks these
days, My God--have pity on me in my misery! (long silence during which
she remains prostrated.)
AUBIN (enters, wounded in the shoulder, supported by an Officer)
It's over. Madame Aubin, I present you one of my seconds.
(To the officer)
Sir?
OFFICER (bowing before Marie)
Count de Givors.
AUBIN
Count de Givors, I present you my wife.
MARIE (who, since her husband's entrance has had eyes only for him,
mechanically)
Sir. (leaping after a fashion on his neck) Ah, my friend. Why, why,
you are wounded.
AUBIN
It's nothing. A bullet that they'll quickly extract from me. And then,
right? as soon as my wound is dressed on our way to Paris? By the way,
you know, Peltier has nothing.
MARIE (literally superb)
Who cares?
(Silence)
AUBIN (immensely joyful)
Huh?
OFFICER (to both)
Excuse me. (he withdraws after having bowed, escorted out by both)
AUBIN (to his wife)
Explain yourself, Marie.
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