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Page 52
MOTHER. I've just been left alone.
LADY. Here's the post. This is for job.
MOTHER. What? Do you open his letters?
LADY. All of them, because I want to know who it is I've linked my
life to. And I want to suppress everything that might minister to
his pride. In a word, I isolate him, so that he has to keep his own
electricity and run the danger of being broken to pieces.
MOTHER. How learn�d you've grown?
LADY. Yes. If he's unwise enough to confide almost everything to
me, I'll soon hold his fate in my hand. Now, if you please, he's
making electrical experiments and claims he'll be able to harness
the lightning, so that it'll give him light, warmth and power.
Well, let him do as he likes! From a letter that came to-day I see
he's even corresponding with alchemists.
MOTHER. Does he want to make gold? Is the man sane?
LADY. That's the important question. Whether he's a charlatan
doesn't matter so much.
MOTHER. Do you suspect it?
LADY. I'd believe any evil of him, and any good, on the same day.
MOTHER. Is there any other news?
LADY. The plans my divorced husband made for a new marriage have
gone wrong; he's grown melancholic, abandoned his practice and is
tramping the roads.
MOTHER. Oh! He was always my son-in-law. He had a kind heart under
his rough manner.
LADY. Yes. I only called him a werewolf in his r�le as my husband
and master. As long as I knew he was at peace, and on the way to
find consolation, � was content. But now he'll torment me like a
bad conscience.
MOTHER. Have you a conscience?
LADY. I never used to have one. But my eyes have been opened since
I read my husband's works, and I know the difference between good
and evil.
MOTHER. But he forbade you to read them, and never foresaw you
wouldn't obey him.
LADY. Who can foresee all the results of any action?
MOTHER. Have you more bad news in your pocket, Pandora?
LADY. The worst of all! Think of it, Mother, his divorced wife's
going to marry again.
MOTHER. That ought to be reassuring, to you and to him.
LADY. Didn't you know it was his worst nightmare? That his wife
would marry again and his children have a stepfather?
MOTHER. If he can bear that alone, I shall think him a strange man.
LADY. You believe he's too sensitive? But didn't he say himself
that an educated man of the world at the end of the nineteenth
century never lets himself be put out of countenance!
MOTHER. It's easy to say so; but when things really happen. ...
LADY. Yet there was a gift at the bottom of Pandora's box that was
no misfortune. Look, Mother! A portrait of his six-year-old son.
MOTHER (looking at the picture). A lovely child.
LADY. It does one good to see such a charming and expressive
picture. Tell me, do you think my child will be as beautiful? Well,
what do you say? Answer, or I'll be unhappy! I love this boy
already, but I feel I'd hate him if my child's not as lovely as he.
Yes, I'm jealous already.
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