He flattered you! Madame Bail. That isn't the reason! Marthe. That you say nice things about him? Nonsense! He pleases and amuses you. You don't want me to apply for a separation because you want him near you, and because you are afraid of what people will say. Be frank and admit it. Madame Bail. Marthe, that's not at all nice of you. Marthe. It's the truth. Madame Bail. No, no, nothing of the sort. Marthe. Another thing that grates on me in this life we are leading is to see the way my mother takes her son-in-law's part against me. You find excuses for him on every occasion; and your one fear seems to be that he should hear some random word that will wound him; and the proof is that he never interrupts one of our conversations—which are always on the same subject—but that you don't fail to make desperate signs to me to keep still! Madame Bail. What an idea! It's he!

Marthe Monologue from Monsieur Lamblin

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