I read this piece in the morning, It was a play, It was all saccharine!
Maupassant wrote romantic stuff, Ah!
There is just one act!
Scene- I,
Mme. de Sallus is in her drawing room by the fireplace, enters Jacques de RANDOL, stealthily, making sure that no one sees him, and kisses Mme. de Sallus on her hair, she starts and says, ‘Oh how imprudent you are!’
RANDOL says, ‘Don’t be afraid no one saw me.’
And then they talk for long, what they talk, I’ll not tell you!
Scene- II,
Enters M. de Sallus (her husband), looks at her and RANDOL
( Randol taking his leave).
Husband says, ‘ How are you, RANDOL? surely you are not going because I came.’
And then what RANDOL replies, I’ll not tell you!
Scene-III,
RANDOL gone. Only husband and wife now (M. de Sallus and Mme. de Sallus)
He asks one question, and in reply, she asks another question.
What were those questions, I’ll not tell you!
THE PLAY ENDED,
and I simpered,
and I remembered four lines of Yeats,
Those lines,
Yes, those lines I’ll tell you,
Here they are,
‘O what to me the little room
That was brimmed up with prayer and rest;
He bade me out into the gloom,
And my breast lies upon his breast.’
A very sweet and short Play!
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