Of course, you have; you don't know how much! Françoise. Tell me! Marcel. What a child you are! Marcel. I should think so! Sometimes I imagine that my happiness does not lie altogether in those sparkling eyes of yours and I try to fall in love with another woman; I fall in deeper and deeper for a week or two, and think I am terribly infatuated. But just as I am about to take the fatal leap, I fail: Françoise' luck, you see! At bottom, I'm a commencer; I can't imagine what it is that saves me—and you. Sometimes she has done something to displease me, sometimes a divine word from your lips—and a mere nothing, something quite insignificant! For instance, Wednesday, I missed the train, and came back and had dinner with you. You see, Françoise' luck! Françoise. Then you're not going out to-day, are you? Marcel. Nor to-morrow; the whole day is yours. We'll close the door. Françoise. Aren't you happy?

Marcel Monologue from Françoise's Luck

Rehearse Marcel's monologue