Monsieur Lamblinby George Ancey
Format of Original Source: Play
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Candidate for Adaptation? Not Reviewed
LAMBLIN [goes to her, nearly in tears]. Oh, Mother, all is lost!
MADAME BAIL. No, no, you great child! I know everything, and I promise it will be all right.
LAMBLIN. No, no, I tell you. Marthe told me she wanted to leave me.
MADAME BAIL. Now, don’t carry on that way. I don’t want to see you cry.
LAMBLIN. But how can I be calm when my whole future is ruined?
MADAME BAIL. Nothing of the sort. Don’t you think I know my own daughter? She is too well educated, she has too much common sense, to leave you.
LAMBLIN [a little consoled]. You think so? Oh, if that were only true!
MADAME BAIL. But it is true! She’s crying now; her tears will ease her, and make her change her mind.
LAMBLIN. Yes, yes, let her cry, let her cry all she wants to!
MADAME BAIL. I tell you she is yours; she loves you.
LAMBLIN [brightening]. Is that true? [Madame Bail nods.] How happy I am! [A pause. His attitude changes.] But there’s one thing that troubles me.
MADAME BAIL. What?
LAMBLIN [embarrassed]. No, nothing.
MADAME BAIL. Confide in me. Tell me. [A pause.]
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