Part 9 (1/2)

Wittich.

May I ask whether the lady has made any arrangements for the future?

Julia (_still timidly_).

I was thinking of making my home in Paris, wasn't I, Pierre?

Pierre.

Yes. You see, Julia wants to live a life suited to her tastes and inclinations--a life such as she cannot have even here--a life consecrated to Beauty and Art.

Wittich.

They say that an existence of that sort comes high. Has my wife--er--has the lady made any provision for her expenses?

Pierre (_embarra.s.sed_).

From the moment that I become of age I shall be in a position to--h'm--h'm----

Wittich.

I see. But _until_ that moment--?

Pierre.

I--er----

Wittich.

Well, I consider it my duty--and mine alone--to protect the woman whom--until recently--I called my wife. And to save her from ruin, I am willing to make any sacrifice whatsoever.

Pierre.

Oh, as for that, of course----

Wittich.

I intend to put no obstacle in the way of your desire to legitimize your relations.

Pierre.

Very kind of you--really--very thoughtful indeed.

Wittich.

Not because--not that I don't dare insist upon _my_ rights in this affair, but because I want to guard _her_ from lifelong misery.

Pierre.

Really, you wouldn't believe how often we have discussed this question--would he, Julia, dear?