Lucidor.
“A traitor lurks behind.”
Julia.
“Yes, indeed, there is a traitor in the game.”
Lucidor.
“Name him.”
Julia.
“He is soon unmasked. It is yourself! You have the praiseworthy, or
blameworthy, habit of talking to yourself, and so I will confess, in the name of
all of us, that we have in turns overheard you.”
Lucidor
(jumping up). “A nice sort of hospitality, to set a trap for the guest in this
way!”
Julia.
“Not at all. We did not think of listening to you more than to any other
individual. You know that your bed stands in a recess in the wall, and on the
opposite side there is another, which generally serves only as a domestic
repository. There we had, a few days before, forced our old gentleman to sleep,
because we were a good deal concerned about him in his distant hermitage. Now
on the very first evening you entered on the affair with that passionate soliloquy,
the purport of which he most opportunely disclosed to us the next morning.”
Lucidor had no heart to interrupt her. He moved away.
Julia
(rising and following him). “And of what service this declaration was to us!
For, I confess, although you were not precisely antipathic to me, still the position
that awaited me was by no means so desirable. To become a ‘Madam High-
bailiff,’ — what a horrible position! To get a good, honest man, whose duty it is
to declare the law to the people, and who by sheer weight of law can never attain
to justice; who does justice neither by laws above nor below, and, what is worst,
not even to himself. I know what my mother has suffered from the
incorruptibility, the inflexibility, of my father. At last, unfortunately after her
death, he began to display a certain tenderness. He seemed to accommodate
himself to the world; to reconcile himself to it, having hitherto vainly fought
against it.”
Lucidor
(highly displeased at the affair, and vexed at her frivolous treatment of it —
stands still). “For the diversion of one evening this might pass; but to practise
such a mortifying mystification for days and nights on an unsuspecting guest, is
unpaidonable.”
Julia.
“We have all shared in the guilt, we have all overheard you; but I alone
expiate the guilt of listening.”
Lucidor.
“All! So much the more unpardonable. And how could you, during the day,
look, without feeling abashed, at one whom you so disgracefully and
illegitimately cheated by night? Still, I now see quite clearly in a glance that all
your arrangements for the day were only calculated to make a fool of me. A
worthy family indeed! And what becomes of your father’s love of fairness? And
Lucinda — ”
Julia.
“ ‘And Lucinda,’ — what a tone! You would say how deeply it grieves you to
think evil of Lucinda, to throw Lucinda into the same class with all the rest of
us.”
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