I tell you this is my house, and this my studio. Your house is there by the garden. Françoise. Yes, it's only there that you are my husband. Marcel. Oh! Tell me, Françoise, why don't you ever want to go out with me? Françoise. You know I don't like society. Marcel. I'm seen so much alone! Françoise. So much the better for you; you will be taken for a bachelor! Marcel. One might think the way you talk, that husband and wife ought never to live together. Françoise. Perhaps I'd see you oftener if we weren't married! Marcel. Isn't it a pleasure to you, Madame, to be in the arms of your husband? Françoise. Isn't it likewise a pleasure to be able to say, "He is free, I am not his wife, he is not my husband; I am not his duty, a millstone around his neck; I am his avocation, his love? If he leaves me, I know he is tired of me, but if he comes back, then I know he loves me"? Marcel. Françoise, you are an extremist! Françoise. You think so? Marcel. You are. Françoise. Well? Marcel. I know your philosophy is nothing but love. You cry sometimes, don't you? When I'm not here? Françoise. Just a little. Marcel. I make you very unhappy! When you are sad, don't conceal it from me, Françoise; one of your tears would make me do anything in the world for you. Françoise. One, yes! But, many? Marcel. Don't make fun of me: I am serious. If I told you that my affection for you is as great as yours, I— Françoise. You would be lying. Marcel. Perhaps! But I think I adore you! Every time I leave you, I feel so lonely; I wander about like a lost soul! I think something must be happening to you. And when I come home at midnight, and open the door, I feel an exquisite sensation—Is that love? You ought to know—you are an adept! Françoise. Perhaps.

Marcel Monologue from Françoise's Luck

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