Oh! Good! You haven't always been so frightfully profound. Françoise. Yes, I have, and your irony only proves that I have not been so much mistaken in what I felt by intuition. Marcel. Ah, marriage. Françoise. Ah, duty! Marcel. I love Madame Guérin, don't I? Françoise. I don't say that. Marcel. You think it. Françoise. And if I do? Would it be a crime to think it? You once loved her—perhaps you have seen her again, recently? Do I know where you go? You never tell me. Marcel. I tell you too much! Françoise. I think you do. Marcel. You're jealous! Françoise. Common, if you like. Come, you must admit, Marcel, Madame Guérin is in some way responsible for your excitement now? Marcel. Very well then, I love her, I adore her! Are you satisfied? Françoise. You should have told me that first, my dear; I should never have tried to keep you away from her.

Marcel Monologue from Françoise's Luck

Rehearse Marcel's monologue