Ah! Madame Bail. But what are you going to do about it? Marthe. It would be best to separate. Madame Bail. Why didn't you think of that sooner? You know very well you'd be sorry the moment you'd done it. Marthe. Don't you think that would be best for us all? What am I doing here? What hopes have I for the future? Merely to complete the happiness of Monsieur, who deigns to see in me an agreeable nurse, who occasionally likes to rest by my side after his escapades elsewhere! Thank you so much! I might just as well go! Madame Bail. That would be madness. You wouldn't be so foolish as to do it. Marthe. Yes—I know—society would blame me! Madame Bail. That's the first point. We should submit to everything rather than do as some others do and fly in the face of convention. We belong to society. Marthe. In that case I should at least have peace. Madame Bail. Peace! Nothing of the sort, my dear. You know very well, you would have regrets.

Marthe Monologue from Monsieur Lamblin

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