Part 31 (1/2)
She loves you.
BEZANO
Did she tell you that herself?
HE
What a petty, what a stupid, what a human pride! But _you_ are a little G.o.d! A G.o.d, youth! Why don't you want to believe me? Or does the street, from which I have come, bother you? But look, look yourself.
Look in my eyes, do such eyes lie? Yes, my face is ugly, I make faces and grimaces, I am surrounded by laughter, but don't you see the G.o.d behind all this, a G.o.d, like you? Look, look at me! [BEZANO _bursts out laughing_.] What are you laughing at, youth?
BEZANO
You look now as you did that evening in the ring. You remember? When you were a great man, and they sent for you from the Academy, and suddenly--Hup! HE Who Gets Slapped!
HE
[_Laughing the same way_]: Yes, yes, you are right, Bezano. There is a resemblance. [_With a strained expression, taking a pose_] ”It seems to me they sent for me from the Academy!”
BEZANO
[_Displeased_]: But I don't like this play. You can present your face for slaps if you want to, but don't dare to expose mine. [_Turns to go._]
HE
Bezano!
BEZANO
[_Turning round_]: And never let me hear any more about Consuelo, and don't dare to tell me again that I am a G.o.d! It is disgusting.
[BEZANO _goes out angrily, striking his boot with his whip. HE is alone. Wrathfully, with a tortured expression, he makes a step towards the jockey, then stops, with soundless laughter, his head thrown backwards. The_ BARON _and_ MANCINI _find him in this position, when they enter_.]
MANCINI
[_Laughing_]: What a cheerful chap you are, HE! You laugh when you are alone. [_HE laughs aloud._] Stop it fool! How can you stand it?
HE
[_Bowing low, with a large gesture_]: How do you do, Baron? My humblest respects to you, Count. I beg your pardon, Count, but you found the clown at work. These are, so to speak, Baron, his every-day pleasures.
MANCINI
[_Lifting his eyebrows_]: Tsss. But you are a clever man, HE. I shall ask Papa Briquet to give you a benefit performance. Shall I, HE?
HE
Please do me the favour, Count.
MANCINI