Do I not
_know_ I entered my shop and locked it up?
ALEXANDRE
Yes, and do you not know also that you moved to the Rue de la Paix?
PERRON
Oh! Could it have been--Then I am ruined, and my brother is the most
selfish of men!
ALEXANDRE
But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. In the path shall you grow
steadfast and contented.
PERRON
It doesn't matter!
ALEXANDRE
Not at all. And when you have become reasonable and grateful, I shall
return and speak further with you. I shall devise for you such sacrifice
as shall make the saints but as little children. Au revoir.
(_He turns away. The clock of St. Sulpice tones the half hour. The
watchmaker listens to it with open mouth, and trembling violently, darts
through the door of his shop._)
RAIN
PERSONS
CHARLES EVERITT
MARY, his wife
WALTER, seventeen
ALICE, fifteen
HAROLD, five
_The scene shows a hotel "parlor" in the White Mountains. Beneath the
flashy ugliness of its modern wall paper and upholstery, a certain
refinement persists from an older generation. The room itself is well
proportioned, with a very good hearth.
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