Oh! I'm sure you will get along well with Guérin. Yours are kindred spirits—you're alike—not in looks, however. Françoise. Morally, you mean? Marcel. Yes, The comparison flatters him. Françoise. He's like this, then; sentimental, a good friend, and a man of honor. Yes, I think I shall get along nicely with him. Marcel. What a sympathetic nature you have! You've never seen him, and you know him already. Françoise. How long has he been married? Marcel. He was born married! Françoise. Tell me. Marcel. Ten years, I think. Françoise. He's happy. Marcel. Very. Françoise. What sort of woman is she? Marcel. Lively. Françoise. Though virtuous? Marcel. So they say. Françoise. Then Madame Guérin and the handsome Martel—eh? Marcel. A friend's wife? Françoise. It's very tempting— Are you going out? Marcel. I lunch at the club. Françoise. Very well. Marcel. I'm—a little nervous; I need a breath of air. Françoise. Paris air! Marcel. Precisely. Françoise. And your work? Marcel. I'm not in the mood. Françoise. It's only ten days before the Salon: you'll never be ready. Marcel. What chance have I, with my talent? Françoise. You have a great deal of talent—it's recognized everywhere. Marcel. I did have.

Marcel Monologue from Françoise's Luck

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