ANNETTE. Yes._Three Plays by Brieux With a Preface by Bernard Shaw

LUCIE. Well?

ANNETTE. You couldn’t guess what he answered: that it wasn’t true.

LUCIE. Oh!

ANNETTE [_still tearlessly_] Then he lost his temper and said he saw

through my game; that I wanted to force him to marry me because he

was rich. Much he spared me! I tried to put my arms round him: he

threatened to call the police. Then I cried, I implored him—I asked

him to come with me tomorrow to a doctor to prove I wasn’t lying. He

answered quite coldly that, even if it was true, there was nothing to

prove that it was him. Ah, you can’t believe it, can you? It’s too

much! I couldn’t have, unless I had heard it with my own ears; and

how I could without dying I don’t know. You don’t know what depths of

shame and cowardice I sunk to. Then he looked at his watch, saying he

only had time to catch the train. He said good bye and dashed off to

the station. I had to half run to keep up, crying, and begging him not

to desert me—for the sake of his child, of my happiness, my love, my

very life! Horrible! Horrible! Loathsome! And how ridiculous! I had

him by the arm. I couldn’t believe _that_ was the end. At the entrance

to the station he said, brutally: ‘Let me go, will you?’ I said: ‘You

shan’t go.’ Then he rushed to the train and got into the carriage,

nearly crushing my fingers in the door, and hid behind his mother; and

she threatened, too, to have me arrested. Gabrielle sat there, looking

white, and pretending not to notice and not to know me. Catherine’s

told you the rest.

_A silence._

LUCIE. You must swear, Annette, never to think again of suicide.

ANNETTE. I couldn’t swear sincerely.

MADELEINE. You must be brave, now that you know what life is, brutally

as it has been revealed to you. Almost all the women you think happy

have gone through an inner catastrophe. They make themselves forget

it because their very tears give out. Suffering is reticent, and they

conceal theirs. But there are few women whose lives have not been

broken, few who don’t carry within them the corpse of the woman they

would have wished to be.

ANNETTE. You say that to console me. I don’t believe it.

MADELEINE. It’s the truth; and I’ve learnt it by experience.

ANNETTE. I’m tired of life. I feel as if I were a hundred.

LUCIE. Keep up your heart. We won’t desert you.

ANNETTE. What can you do? I shall be turned away from here.

LUCIE. If you are, I’ll go with you.

ANNETTE. And your children?

LUCIE. I’ll take them, too.

ANNETTE. He’ll fetch them back. Besides, what should we live on?

LUCIE. Ah!

ANNETTE. You see. You can’t do anything either, Madeleine, for all

your love. Your husband wouldn’t let you take me in. Nor you either,

Catherine. You couldn’t afford to. Well, then?

CATHERINE. Eh! eh!

_Fresh silence._

ANNETTE. What a terrible thing life is!

MADELEINE. For all women.

ANNETTE. Not for anyone as much as for me.

MADELEINE. You think so, and that’s why you think of dying. Well, I’m

alive. You see me laughing now and then. If you only knew!

CATHERINE. And what about about me, Annette?

ANNETTE. You have your children to console you.

CATHERINE. It’s they that make it hard for me.

ANNETTE. For other women it’s a refuge to have children. What will it

be for me?

MADELEINE. You think that I am happy, Annette?

ANNETTE. You have a husband who loves you, you’re rich, you can afford

to dress beautifully, you go everywhere, and everyone wants to have

you. That’s some happiness, isn’t it?

MADELEINE. That’s all you see. If you only knew what you don’t see!

CATHERINE. Do you think being a mother has made me happy?

ANNETTE. I know you’re poor. You have to work, to work hard, to bring

up your children; but you can look the world in the face and love them.

CATHERINE. If you knew!

MADELEINE. Then you must know! Even Lucie doesn’t know what I’m going

to say. You think I’m happy because the money my godmother left me

enabled me to marry the man of my choice, a man who was well off.

Listen, then. My husband married me because I was good looking. He

wanted a son. I gave him one, but my child cost me his love. You can’t

be a wife and a mother at the same time. I lost my elegant figure, I

was ill, I suffered the woes that woman’s flesh is heir to and—he

left me for another woman! Don’t be too quick to condemn worldly women

who shrink from motherhood, Annette. Man’s baseness is such that they

must often choose between their husbands and their children. And if

some choose their husband, let those who have never loved throw the

first stone at them! I felt that if I nursed my baby I should lose my

husband for good, and to win him back I put my child out to nurse. He

died, Annette; and I have the agony of thinking that if I had kept him

with me he would be alive. Do you understand? It’s as if I had killed

him. Now I don’t mean to have another child. I lead a worldly life,

laughing, dining out, going to parties, because that’s what my husband

wants, and that’s how he loves me. I shall have a lonely old age. My

arms are empty—mine, whose joy would have been to rock my children to

sleep in them—and I’m ashamed of what I’m doing. I despise myself.

You’d think I’d paid enough for my husband’s love, wouldn’t you? Oh,

no. He’s gone to Paris, ostensibly on business, really to another

woman. I know it. I pretend not to know because I’m afraid of forcing

him to choose between her and me. That’s my life, Annette. Many women

whom you think happy live like that.

ANNETTE. Poor Madeleine!

LUCIE. And I. One of my little girls is an invalid, the other is

ailing. Perhaps she’ll die.

CATHERINE. Two of mine died of want.

MADELEINE. I don’t want to have another child for fear that my husband

would leave me altogether. A divorce, if I got one, would leave me a

kind of half-widow and make my girl an orphan.

CATHERINE. If I had any more, it would only mean taking away food from

those who haven’t enough as it is.

LUCIE. I’m guilty enough already. Two children of suffering owe their

existence to me.

MADELEINE. Think of my torture! I adore my husband: when he comes back

I long to feel myself in his arms and I dread the consequences.

CATHERINE. Mine will leave me if I have another. And then what would

become of me, all alone with all my children?

LUCIE. Your children who are grown up will support you, Catherine.

CATHERINE. Those who are grown up! Grown up! I’ve just been hearing

about them. Edmond is in hospital, ruined for life by going into what

they call ‘a dangerous trade’ because he couldn’t get work in any

other. There are too many workmen. My daughter, she’s on the streets.

[_Sobbing_] Oh, it’s too much! There’s too much misery in the world!

MADELEINE. Yes, there’s too much misery!

ANNETTE. And I thought I was the most miserable!

LUCIE. There’s too much unhappiness!

CATHERINE. The children of poor folk are unhappy, all of them, all.

ANNETTE. The child of an unmarried woman, too, is born only to

suffering.

LUCIE. Children who are born sickly or ill ought not to be born at all.

CATHERINE. You see, Annette, we must bear it. God’s given us eyes; it’s

to cry with.

ANNETTE. To cry with!

_The four women cry silently. Catherine is in Madeleine’s arms. Lucie

has her head on Annette’s lap._

CATHERINE [_making ready to leave_] Please to forgive me.

MADELEINE. We have the same troubles.

ANNETTE. Yes; we have the same troubles.

CATHERINE. Yes; whether one’s rich or poor, when one’s a woman—

_Annette kisses Catherine. Catherine goes out._

MADELEINE. I must go, too. Your husband will be coming back.

LUCIE [_to herself, terrified_] My husband coming back—coming back!

ANNETTE. I won’t see him. Madeleine, you’re alone; take me with you!

MADELEINE. Yes. You can come tomorrow, Lucie. We’ll talk then.

LUCIE. Yes. [_Suddenly_] Here he is. Go out that way.

_She pushes them out through Annette’s room. After a moment Brignac

comes in, flushed and happy._

BRIGNAC. What, still up! Aha, my dear, I’m going to be elected!

Absolutely certain, I tell you. Here, I’ve brought you a bunch of roses.

LUCIE [_without listening_] Thank you. So you’re going to turn Annette

out?

BRIGNAC. I’m not turning her out. I simply ask her to go somewhere else.

LUCIE. I shall go with her.

BRIGNAC. You’re going to leave me?

LUCIE. Yes.

BRIGNAC. You don’t love me any more, then?

LUCIE. No.

BRIGNAC. Ha. Another story beginning. Since when?

LUCIE. I’ve never loved you.

BRIGNAC. All the same you married me.

LUCIE. I didn’t love you.

BRIGNAC. This is nice news. Go on.

LUCIE. You’re only another victim of the morals you were championing

just now.

BRIGNAC. I don’t know what you mean.

LUCIE. When you asked me to marry you I was tired of waiting in poverty

for the man I could have loved. I didn’t want to become an old maid.

I took you, but I knew you came to me because the girls with money

wouldn’t have you. You were on the shelf, too. I made up my mind to try

and love you loyally.

BRIGNAC. Well, then?

LUCIE. The first time I was going to have a child you left me for other

women. Since then I have only put up with you. I was too cowardly not

to. You may as well know it. I wanted my first child; the others I’ve

had only because you made me. Each time you left me—I was so ugly!

Yes; ugly through you! You left me at home, alone, dreary, repulsive,

to come back from the arms of some prostitute, full of hypocritical

solicitude for my health! After the fatigue of nursing I begged for

a rest, to have a breathing space, so that I might have some life of

my own; and when I demanded only to have children at my own wish, you

laughed like a self-satisfied fool. Oh, your fatuous pride, your base

egoism, your utter want of thought for the future of your children and

the life of your wife! So you forced on me the labor and the agony

and the danger of having another child. What did it matter to you? It

flattered your vanity to make merry with your friends and give yourself

the airs of a fine fellow. Idiot!

BRIGNAC. I’ve had enough of this. You’re my wife!

LUCIE. I won’t be your wife any more. I won’t have any more children.

BRIGNAC. Pray why?

LUCIE. Didn’t Dr. Hourtin tell you anything?

BRIGNAC. Yes. All right. I’ll do what he said. There, does that content

you? Come to bed.

LUCIE. No.

BRIGNAC. You haven’t looked at my roses. Come, isn’t he a loving

husband, your little Julien?

LUCIE. Leave me alone. You’re drunk.

BRIGNAC. You know I’m not. Come and give me a kiss!

LUCIE. You stink of alcohol. Let me go.

BRIGNAC [_low_] I want you. [_He kisses her_].

LUCIE [_tearing herself away_] Faugh! [_She wipes her mouth furiously_].

BRIGNAC. Enough of that, do you hear? [_He seizes her brutally_].

That’s enough.

LUCIE. You hurt me! Let me go.

BRIGNAC. Be kind now. How well you look when your temper’s up! Pretty

pet. Mustn’t be naughty. Come.

LUCIE. I won’t.

BRIGNAC. Then I’ll make you! [_They struggle, with low cries, panting_].

LUCIE [_at the end of her strength_] I can’t! I can’t!

_He puts her on a chair; then goes to open the door of the bedroom

and turns on the electric light. The bed is seen, a vision of white

sheets. Brignac comes to his wife._

LUCIE [_mad with terror_] The cave man! The cave man!

_He seizes her. She gives a cry and faints. He carries her towards

the bedroom._

ACT III

_The Cour d’Assises. Only two of the four sides of the hall are

visible. The footlights nearly correspond with a line drawn

diagonally across it. To the left and in front is the seat of the

Ministry of State. Further back, to the left, the Court._

_Facing the audience, successively, are seated counsel, above them

the defendants and, lastly, the gendarmes. In the middle, in front of

a table placed for exhibits in the case, the witness stand._

_To the right three or four benches for the accommodation of the

audience, but only a small part is visible. The jury, which is

unseen, is supposed to occupy the place of the prompter’s box._

_There are present the Advocate General, the President of the Court

and his assessors, counsel for the defence and his learned friends.

In the dock are Madame Thomas, Marie Gaubert, Tupin (Catherine’s

husband), Lucie, guarded by gendarmes. Among the public Madame

d’Amergueux, Brignac, the clerk._

_At the rise of the curtain Madame Thomas is standing in the dock._

PRESIDENT [_authoritatively, to counsel for the defence_] Maître

Verdier, this is not the moment for you to address the Court. And I

take this occasion to warn you: I tell you plainly I will use all the

authority in my power to prevent you from attempting to set up a theory

of justification, as I see you are about to do, for the crimes with

which the defendants are charged.

COUNSEL FOR THE DEFENCE. You are mistaken, President. I have no

intention of the sort. On the contrary, I declare publicly that in

my eyes abortion is a crime because it destroys the existence of a

creature virtually in being. To allow it would infallibly lead to

allowing infanticide. But what I shall try to shew is that by not

permitting affiliation, and by not respecting all motherhood, however

it is caused, Society has lost the right to condemn a crime rendered

excusable by the hypocrisy of its morals and the indifference of the

law.

PRESIDENT. This is not the moment for your speech. The defendant

Thomas: we shall now pass to the second part of your examination. [_He

hunts in his notes, says a word or two in an undertone to the assessor

on his right, then to Madame Thomas_] So you admit the abominable

crimes with which you are charged?

MME. THOMAS. I must admit them, as you have the proofs.

PRESIDENT. And you feel no remorse for the lives of human beings you

have destroyed from the sole motive of gain! The jury will appreciate

your attitude.

COUNSEL. Except that you have spared them the trouble!

PRESIDENT. Maître Verdier, I cannot hear you now. [_To Madame Thomas_]

You have crippled the work of nature, you have offended against the

principle of life, and you never said to yourself that among the

beings you stifled before their birth might be one destined to benefit

humanity by his greatness. Did you? Well?

MME. THOMAS. No.

PRESIDENT. You did not say so. Very well.

MME. THOMAS. If I had thought about that, I should have perhaps said

that there was as much chance—more, perhaps—that he might be a thief or

a murderer.

PRESIDENT. Indeed! I will not argue with you; I am not going to give

you the chance to expound your criminal ideas here.

MME. THOMAS. My counsel will do it better than me.

PRESIDENT. We’ll see about that.

COUNSEL [_with a smile_] It might, perhaps, be well for you, President,

not to contemn in advance the rights of the defence.

PRESIDENT [_irritated_] Maître Verdier, you have no right to address

me! And you will be good enough to moderate your expressions. I regret

to say that from the opening of this case you have adopted an attitude

that you can, perhaps, carry off at Paris, but that I shall certainly

not countenance here. Pray take notice of that.

COUNSEL. At the Paris bar—

PRESIDENT. I cannot hear you now.

COUNSEL. At the Paris—

PRESIDENT. I cannot hear you now! Kindly be seated.

MME. D’AMERGUEUX [_among the public, to her neighbor, M. de Forgeau_]

What an excellent judge M. Calvon is. He is to dine with us tomorrow: I

shall congratulate him.

M. DE FORGEAU. A judge of the old stamp.

MME. D’AMERGUEUX. He recognizes us. Did you see him give a little nod?

[_She directs her smiles at the President_].

M. DE FORGEAU. Yes. Hush.

PRESIDENT. Marie Gaubert, stand up. [_A thin little woman rises to her

feet_]. Your name is Marie Gaubert. How old are you?

SCHOOLMISTRESS. Twenty-seven.

PRESIDENT. Profession?

SCHOOLMISTRESS. Schoolmistress.

PRESIDENT. Do you admit the facts with which you are charged?

SCHOOLMISTRESS. Yes.

PRESIDENT. What have you to say in your defence?

SCHOOLMISTRESS. I didn’t think I was doing wrong.

PRESIDENT. Your levity astounds me. You are a schoolmistress, and you

do not understand that the sacred mission entrusted to you of preparing

men and women for the glory and responsibility of the future entails

on you the duty of giving an example yourself! It is your business to

conduct the course of elementary instruction in civic morality, and

this is how you practise it! Have you nothing to answer? According to

my notes you undertook the nursing of your two children yourself. Do

you love them?

SCHOOLMISTRESS. It was just because I loved them.

PRESIDENT. But you decided that two were enough. You made up your mind

to limit the work of the Almighty.

SCHOOLMISTRESS. I should have asked nothing better than to have four or

five children.

PRESIDENT. Indeed! Then let me tell you that you did not take the

best means to arrive at that result. [_He laughs and looks at his

assessor on the right, then at Madame d’Amergueux. She signals her

congratulations to him_].

SCHOOLMISTRESS. You have to be able to feed your children.

PRESIDENT. Ah, there! No! At a pinch I could understand that excuse—a

very bad one—being employed in the case of other women; but not in

yours, who enjoy the incomparable advantage of being protected by the

State. You are never out of work.

SCHOOLMISTRESS. I earn eighty-three francs a month. My husband, who is

a teacher, too, gets as much. That makes a hundred and sixty-six francs

a month to live on and bring up two children. When there were four of

us, we could almost do it; with five it would have been impossible.

PRESIDENT. You omit to say that during your confinement you have the

right to a month’s leave with full salary.

SCHOOLMISTRESS. That used to be true, President. It is so no longer.

A departmental circular of 1900 informed us that the funds were

insufficient for more than half salaries to be paid, as a rule, at

such times. To obtain the whole salary, a detailed report from the

inspector is required, and you must petition for it.

PRESIDENT. Then why not petition?

SCHOOLMISTRESS. It’s hard to seem like a beggar simply because you have

feelings.

PRESIDENT. Proud, are you?

SCHOOLMISTRESS. There’s no law against that.

PRESIDENT. So that is why you went to the defendant Thomas?

SCHOOLMISTRESS. Yes, sir. My husband and I arranged our little finances

so: the evening our salaries were paid we used to divide the money

into different parts and put them by; so much for rent, so much for

food, so much for clothing. We just managed to get along by calculating

carefully, and more than once having to cut down expenses that seemed

inevitable. The prospect of a third child upset everything. It made

our existence impossible. We should have all gone hungry. And then

the inspectors and the head mistresses don’t like you to have many

children, especially if you nurse them yourself. The last time I was

nursing I was made to hide myself—I only had ten minutes during the

break at ten o’clock and again at two; and when my mother brought the

baby, I had to take him into a dark closet.

PRESIDENT. That has nothing to do with it.

COUNSEL. Yes, President, it has. It ought to be known how the State,

which preaches the increase of the population, treats its servants when

they have children.

PRESIDENT [_furiously_] I can’t hear you now! _[To the schoolmistress_]

You haven’t anything more to say?

SCHOOLMISTRESS. No, sir.

PRESIDENT. Sit down.

MME. D’AMERGUEUX. I think M. Calvon lets their counsel talk too much.

M. DE FORGEAU. He’s rather afraid of him.

PRESIDENT. Tupin, stand up.

TUPIN [_a man of mean and wretched appearance_] After you, Calvon.

PRESIDENT. What’s that?

TUPIN. I said, ‘After you, Calvon.’ That’s your name, isn’t it?

PRESIDENT. I warn you I shall not stand the least insolence from you.

TUPIN. I said, ‘After you, Calvon,’ just as you said, ’Stand up Tupin.’

If that’s insolence, I didn’t begin it.

PRESIDENT. I will have you removed. Stand up.

TUPIN. All right. It’ll let me stretch my legs a bit.

PRESIDENT. Your profession?

TUPIN. Electrician.

PRESIDENT. You were once. It’s a long time since you worked regularly.

TUPIN. There’s no work to be had.

PRESIDENT. Because you look for it at the wineshop. The police give the

worst account of you.

TUPIN. I am not surprised they don’t like me: I never liked them.

[_Laughter_].

PRESIDENT. Silence there: or I shall have the court cleared. [_To

Tupin_] The name of your wife has been found among the papers of

the defendant Thomas. Catherine Tupin, maiden name Bidois. Where is

Catherine Tupin? Stand up. Very well, sit down again. [_To Tupin_] You

tried to conceal your wife from the police.

TUPIN. I didn’t think they were good company for her.

PRESIDENT [_pretending not to hear_] You then gave yourself up on your

own confession that it was you who took her to this abominable woman’s

house.

TUPIN. You speak like a book.

PRESIDENT. You persisted in the confession of your guilt. Did you want

to go to prison?

TUPIN. Why, that’s an idea! You get fed and sheltered there anyway.

PRESIDENT. The prison conditions are certainly better than those you

are accustomed to.

TUPIN. Now you’re talking.

PRESIDENT. When you were arrested you were completely destitute. The

remains of your furniture had been sold, and you were on the eve of

finding yourself without a roof over your head. Doubtless you will

blame Society, too. Your insubordinate character leads you to frequent

Socialist clubs; and when you do not affect, as you do now, a cynical

carelessness in your speech, you are used to repeat the empty phrases

you have learnt from the propagandist pamphlets that poison the minds

of the working classes. But we know you. If you are a victim, it is to

your own vices. You are a hardened drinker.

TUPIN. Lately, that’s true.

PRESIDENT. You admit it. Extraordinary!

TUPIN. What’s that prove?

PRESIDENT. Your eldest daughter is known to the police of Paris

as a prostitute. One of your sons has been sentenced to a year’s

imprisonment for theft. Is that true?

TUPIN. Possibly.

PRESIDENT. A little less proud now? That’s right. Well, now, you took

your wife to this woman. Why?

TUPIN. Because I thought it was enough to have brought seven wretched

creatures into the world.

PRESIDENT. If you had continued to be the honest and industrious

workman you were once, you might have had another child without its

necessarily growing up wretched.

TUPIN. No, sir. Not with five. It’s impossible.

PRESIDENT. I don’t understand.

TUPIN. I say that a working man’s family, however much they work and

economize, can’t support itself when there are five children.

PRESIDENT. If that is true, there are—and it is to the credit of

the Society that you despise—there are, I say, numerous charitable

organizations which are, so to speak, on the watch for the victims of

misfortune and make it a point of honor to leave none without succor.

TUPIN [_excitedly_] Oh, and that seems all right to you, that a working

man, who hasn’t any vice and does his duty, which is to work and—we’re

told, too—have plenty of children, it seems all right to you that that

should simply lead to beggary.

PRESIDENT. Yes, yes; I recognize the wineshop orator. So you say that a

household can’t exist with five children. Thank God, there is more than

one in that condition which goes neither to ask for charity nor to an

abortionist.

MME. TUPIN. You’re wrong.

TUPIN. Shall I prove that you’re wrong?

PRESIDENT. That doesn’t seem to me to have much to do with the case.

MME. TUPIN. Yes, it has.

TUPIN. Pardon me. If I prove it, people will understand how I came to

do what I did.

PRESIDENT. Very well. But be short.

TUPIN. I’ve given my counsel my accounts for a month. Let him read it

to you.

PRESIDENT. Very well. [_The counsel rises_].

COUNSEL. Here it is.

PRESIDENT. You are not Tupin’s counsel.

COUNSEL. No, President, but my learned friends have done me the

honor—for which I thank them—to confide to me the task of dealing in my

speech with the case as a whole, reserving to themselves to deal with

particular aspects of it as they relate to their clients.

PRESIDENT. I will hear you now solely for the purpose of reading these

accounts. But this is not the time for you to address the court. You

understand: I will hear the accounts and nothing more?

COUNSEL. Certainly, President. [_He reads_] The daily nourishment of

five children consists of a four-pound loaf, soup of vegetables and

dripping, and a stew which costs ninety centimes. Total, 3f. 75c.

This is the expenditure of the father: Return ticket for tram, 30c.

Tobacco, 15c. Dinner, 1f. 25c. The rent is 300f. Clothing for the whole

family, and boots: sixteen pairs of boots for the children at 4f. 50c.

each, four for the parents at 8f.: total again, 300f. Total for the

year: 2,600f. The expenditure then must be set down at 2,600f. Tupin,

who is an exceptional workman, earned 160f. a month, that is to say,

2,100f. a year. There is therefore an annual deficit of 500f. As I have

promised, I will not add a word. [_He sits down_].

MME. D’AMERGUEUX [_to her husband_] He might well have saved the three

sous a day for tobacco.

COUNSEL. Does the Court wish to have this paper put in?

PRESIDENT. There is no object in that. [_To Tupin_] I will not quarrel

with your figures: I accept them. But I repeat: there are charitable

institutions.

TUPIN. And I repeat that I don’t want to beg.

PRESIDENT. You prefer to commit what is almost infanticide? A man whose

daughter is on the streets and whose son is a thief can accept charity

without degradation.

TUPIN [_excited_] They weren’t then. If they’ve fallen to that, it’s

because with so many other children besides, I couldn’t look after

my son as rich people look after theirs, and because my daughter was

seduced and abandoned—because she was hungry! No, but you must have a

heart of stone to bring that up against me!

PRESIDENT. And it’s not your fault either that you’ve become a drunkard?

TUPIN. I’ll tell you. You know the proverb: ‘When there’s no hay in the

manger—.’ Well, when the pinch came at home, I and my wife began to

quarrel over each new baby. Each of us accused the other of having made

things worse for the first ones. Well, I’ll cut it short. If I went to

the wineshop, why, it’s warm there, and you don’t hear the brats crying

and their mother complaining. And the drink helps you to forget, so it

does, to forget!

MME. TUPIN. It’s good to forget, so it is!

TUPIN. It’s my fault if you like, but that’s how we got poorer and

poorer.

PRESIDENT. And when you had your last child, didn’t that serve as a

lesson to you?

TUPIN. The last one didn’t cost anything.

PRESIDENT [_absently_] Ah!

TUPIN. He came into the world deformed and sickly. He was conceived in

misery, in want—his mother was worn out.

PRESIDENT. And his father a drunkard!

TUPIN. If you like. Well, he came badly into the world—he could never

have been anything but a cripple. But he didn’t want for anything! They

took him in at the hospital and begged me to let him stay there.

MME. TUPIN. He was a curiosity for the doctors.

TUPIN. They looked after him, I tell you. They didn’t leave him for a

minute. He was made to live in spite of himself, so to speak. The other

children, who were strong, they let them perish of want. With half the

care and the money that was spent on the sickly one they might have

made fine fellows of all the rest.

PRESIDENT. Then that is why you made away with the next?

TUPIN. For all the good he’d have had in the world, if he could, he’d

say, thank you.

PRESIDENT. You ought not to have had him.

TUPIN. That’s true. But we poor folk, we don’t know the dodges rich

people have so as only to have the children they want, and take their

fun all the same: worse luck!

PRESIDENT. If everyone was of your opinion our country would be in a

bad way. But your country, doubtless, is nothing to you?

TUPIN. I’ve heard say: ‘A man’s country is where he is well off.’ I’m

badly off everywhere.

PRESIDENT. And you are equally lost to any interest in humanity.

TUPIN. If humanity can’t get on without a set of wretches like me, let

it go smash!

PRESIDENT. Well, the jury can estimate your sense of morality. You may

sit down.

_Night has come. The ushers bring lamps._

MME. D’AMERGUEUX. I shouldn’t like to meet that man of an evening in a

lonely place.

M. DE FORGEAU. Nor I. Now for Madame Brignac—that was. My dear lady,

what a dreadful thing!

MME. D’AMERGUEUX. Dreadful!

PRESIDENT. We have now only to examine the facts concerning Lucie

and Annette Jarras. [_To the defendant Thomas_] Stand up. This girl,

Annette Jarras, was your victim. What have you to say?

MME. THOMAS. Nothing.

PRESIDENT. You don’t trouble yourself about it? Well, we know your

heart is not easy to move.

MME. THOMAS. If I told you that I was led to do what I did by pity, you

wouldn’t believe me.

PRESIDENT. Probably not. But you can try to make us believe. The

defendant has the right to say whatever he thinks fit—always under the

control of the court, of course.

MME. THOMAS. It’s not worth while.

PRESIDENT. Yes, yes; go on. The jury is listening to you.

MME. THOMAS [_on a sign from her counsel_] A girl came to me one day.

She was a servant. Her master had had her. I refused to do what she

asked me: she went away and threw herself into the water. Another, whom

I wouldn’t help, was tried here for infanticide. So, since then, when

others have come to me, I have agreed; I have prevented more than one

suicide and more than one crime.

PRESIDENT. So it was from pity, out of charity that you acted. The

prosecution will reply that you never forgot to exact heavy payment.

MME. THOMAS. And you, aren’t you paid for condemning others?

PRESIDENT. Those whom you condemned to death and executed yourself,

were innocent.

MME. THOMAS. You prosecute me; but the surgeons who guarantee sterility

get decorated!

PRESIDENT. You forget this young girl who died as the result of your

action, Annette Jarras. She was eighteen, in the full enjoyment of

health; now she is in the grave. [_Lucie breaks into sobs_] Look at her

sister by your side; listen to her crying. Ask her now if she does not

curse you.

MME. THOMAS. She would bless me if I had succeeded.

PRESIDENT [_to Lucie_] Defendant Lucie Jarras, stand up.

M. DE FORGEAU [_to his neighbor_] Brignac must think himself lucky to

have got his divorce.

MME. D’AMERGUEUX. Speak lower; he’s behind us. I am against divorce,

but in this case—

PRESIDENT. You have heard the defendant Thomas. What have you to say?

LUCIE [_through her sobs_] Nothing. Nothing. [_She sinks back upon her

bench_].

PRESIDENT. Do you admit—?

LUCIE. Yes, yes; I admit everything. I’ve told you so already.

PRESIDENT. You did not want your child to come into the world?

LUCIE. I didn’t want it to.

PRESIDENT. Why?

LUCIE. Out of pity for him. I knew what sort of a life he would have,

and I risked my own to save him from it. I acted like a good mother.

PRESIDENT. What you say is simply monstrous. [_Silence_]. You, now,

have not the excuse of poverty. Your child would not have suffered from

want.

LUCIE. He would have suffered from disease, and that is as bad as want.

PRESIDENT. No theories, please. Only facts.

LUCIE. Yes; facts, nothing but facts. You can see the theory of it for

yourself. I had two children, two little girls. One is a deaf mute,

the other had convulsions. She is dead now. The doctors told me that

that was due to the alcoholized condition of my husband, whose father

had been in the same state.

PRESIDENT. Most unfortunate.

LUCIE. Be pleased to let me speak!

PRESIDENT. Very good. I will answer you.

LUCIE. One of the doctors is famous—Dr. Hourtin.

PRESIDENT. A specialist who sees alcoholism everywhere!

LUCIE [_more vigorously_] Those doctors told me that if my husband did

not change his mode of life, any further children I had by him would,

perhaps, be worse than the first, nervous degenerates. The very evening

that Professor Hourtin came to see me, my husband came back from some

festivity in a state of excitement—[_She stops_].

PRESIDENT. Well? Is that all?

LUCIE. No; I’ll have the courage to say everything. I have nothing to

lose now.

PRESIDENT. Please take note that it is not I who make you go on.

LUCIE. No; you would probably prefer if I didn’t. [_Controlling her

voice_] During the day something had happened—something serious—that

revealed to me all the hideousness of his moral character. I determined

no longer to be his wife. He came in, gay with drinking. In spite of

my prayers and resistance, my cries of hatred and disgust, he chose

that evening to exercise his rights—his rights! He took me by force; he

outraged me.

PRESIDENT. He was your husband?

LUCIE. Yes.

PRESIDENT. Then—

LUCIE. Of course. The next morning I left his house.

PRESIDENT [_starting_] M. Brignac is not in question.

LUCIE. I bring him in question!

PRESIDENT. I shall not allow you to bring charges against persons

unconnected with the case.

LUCIE. He ought to be in my place.

PRESIDENT. His name does not figure in the indictment.

LUCIE. Because your justice doesn’t want to put responsibility on the

right shoulders!

PRESIDENT. I forbid you to speak like that of M. Brignac.

COUNSEL. Pardon me, President.

PRESIDENT. I cannot hear you now.

COUNSEL. That is why I ask to be heard.

PRESIDENT. What do you want?

COUNSEL. M. Brignac is called as a witness.

PRESIDENT. We have already heard him.

COUNSEL. Allow me to remind you of the terms of Article 319 of the

Criminal Code, which authorizes me to say against him as well as

against his evidence whatever may help the defence.

PRESIDENT. And let me remind you of Article 311 in the same Code, which

enjoins you to express yourself with moderation.

COUNSEL. I ask you, President, kindly to recall M. Brignac to the bar.

I have a question to put to him through you.

PRESIDENT [_after consulting with his assessors_] Usher, ask M. Brignac

kindly to come here.

BRIGNAC [_coming forward to the bar_] Here, President.

PRESIDENT. What is your question, Maître Verdier?

COUNSEL. M. Brignac has heard all that has just been said?

BRIGNAC. Yes.

COUNSEL. Then I beg M. Brignac to review all the factors in his memory.

I make a supreme appeal to his conscience, and I beg you, President, to

put this question to M. Brignac: does M. Brignac not recognize himself

as morally responsible for the crime imputed to Madame Lucie Jarras,

his divorced wife?

PRESIDENT. I shall not put the question. Is that all?

COUNSEL. For the moment, yes.

PRESIDENT [_to Brignac_] You may return to your place, Deputy. But

since the defence, with an assumption of excessive liberty, appears

desirous of incriminating you, the Court may, perhaps, be permitted to

express to you here the high esteem in which it personally holds you.

[_He half rises from his chair, bowing to Brignac_].

BRIGNAC. I thank you, President. [_He goes back to his place_].

MME. D’AMERGUEUX [_to her neighbor_] Then it’s true what they say, that

Brignac is to be Minister of Justice in the next Government?

PRESIDENT [_to Lucie_] Defendant Jarras, have you finished?

LUCIE. No, President.

PRESIDENT [_with a gesture of weariness_] Go on, then; I’m listening.

LUCIE. When I felt a child coming to life within me of a man who was

nothing more to me, whose name even I no longer bore, and whom I

hated with my whole soul, I prevented it from being born to a destiny

of misery. I consider that I had the right to refuse the task of

motherhood when it was forced on me against my will.

PRESIDENT. I shall not allow you to justify an act which is a crime by

law.

LUCIE. I have nothing on my conscience to reproach myself with.

PRESIDENT. Then you have a singularly indulgent conscience. All this

comes from your pride. If you had not entered into a struggle with your

husband, you would still bear a respected name and you would not be

there.

LUCIE. I knew that any child of his would be a degenerate. Had I not

the right to refuse?

PRESIDENT. No.

LUCIE. I loved him no longer. Had I not the right to refuse?

PRESIDENT. No.

LUCIE. Well, then, have the courage to say that woman in the marriage

of today is a slave whom man can reduce to be the instrument of his

pleasure! Just as he likes he can leave her sterile or give her

children—imperil her happiness, her life, or her health, and pledge her

whole future without having to render more account to her than a bull

who is put to a cow! If that’s it, very well! But say so! At least, let

innocent girls know the shameful bargain that men offer them, with love

for a bait and the law for a trap!

PRESIDENT [_coldly_] You were the cause of your young sister’s death.

You took her with you.

LUCIE [_calmer_] Yes. [_She stops_].

PRESIDENT. Well?

LUCIE. Our money was soon spent. Annette got some music lessons to

give, but they sent her away when they found out her condition. I did

sewing.

PRESIDENT. Then you earned some money.

LUCIE. I could not get work every day. When I did, I earned fifteen

sous for twelve hours. It’s true I was not clever; there are women who

earn one franc twenty-five-. We were seized by despair at the thought

of the child that was coming.

PRESIDENT. That was not a reason to take your sister and her child

to their deaths. [_Lucie is seized by a nervous shudder and does not

answer_] Answer me.

COUNSEL. Let her take a minute, President.

LUCIE [_pulling herself together_] I wanted to get her into a hospital,

but they only take you in at the end of pregnancy. At Paris there are

institutions, it seems, but not in the provinces.

PRESIDENT. You might have asked for relief.

LUCIE. We had not been the requisite six months in the town. And

afterwards, what could we have done with the child?

PRESIDENT. If she was unable to bring it up, your sister could have

taken it to the ‘Enfants Assistés.’

LUCIE. Yes, abandoned it. We did think of that. We made inquiries.

COUNSEL. A certificate is required that the applicant to the society is

without means. An inquiry is made and the application may be accepted

or refused. In the meantime the child may die.

LUCIE. They only take in children on condition that the mother shall

not know where the child is, that she shall never see it or have news

of it. Once a month only she is told if it is alive or dead; nothing

more.

PRESIDENT. Go on, madam. But facts, if you please.

LUCIE. Yes. I begged my husband to take Annette and me back. He would

not.

PRESIDENT. Kindly come to the defendant Thomas.

LUCIE [_with constantly rising emotion_] Annette reproached herself for

having accepted what she called my sacrifice. She said that she was the

cause of all my trouble. [_Pause_] One day I was fetched; I found her

dead at this woman’s. [_A fit of sobbing seizes her: her nerves break

down completely. She cries_] My little sister! my poor little sister!

PRESIDENT [_Compassionately, to the usher_] Take her away. Call

the doctor. [_Lucie, still crying out, is led away. Her emotion has

communicated itself to everyone in court. The President continues to

the defendants_] Has no one else among you anything further to say in

his defence?

TUPIN [_excited_] Oh, if we said everything we should be here till

tomorrow!

MME. TUPIN [_equally excited_] Yes, till tomorrow, so we should!

TUPIN. And then we shouldn’t be done, I can tell you!

PRESIDENT. Then I will hear the Advocate-General.

SCHOOLMISTRESS. But you’re not going to condemn us? It isn’t possible.

I haven’t said everything—

TUPIN. It’s not we who are guilty!

SCHOOLMISTRESS. I was afraid of getting a bad name. We hadn’t the

means, either, to bring up another.

MME. TUPIN [_greatly worked up_] So that’s it! So that’s all the

children that we bring up get by it! What’s the use of talking? The men

haven’t thought of changing it—well then, we must do it! We women! We

must strike! We—the mothers! The great strike—the strike of the mothers!

_Cries among the public, ‘Yes, yes.’_

PRESIDENT. Silence!

MME. TUPIN. What’s the good of using ourselves up to make more wretched

men and gay women! For others to use!

TUPIN. It’s not we that are guilty!

PRESIDENT. Sit down!

TUPIN [_drowning his voice_] It’s the men who’ve not given us enough to

feed our children that are guilty!

PRESIDENT. Sit down!

TUPIN. The men who tell us to have other children, while those we have

are rotting with hunger!

COUNSEL. The criminal is the man who seduced little Annette!

PRESIDENT. Silence!

MME. THOMAS. Yes, where’s he? Where’s he? You haven’t taken him up!

Because he’s a man and your laws—

PRESIDENT. Guards!

MME. THOMAS. And your laws are made by men!

PRESIDENT. Guards!

MME. THOMAS. And all the men who got with child the girls I delivered,

did you prosecute them?

_During the following, an anger which becomes a fury seizes the

accused. They are all on their feet, except the schoolmistress, who

continues to sob and utter words that no one hears. The President

is also on his feet; he tries vainly to restore silence by knocking

on his desk with a paper-knife, but he cannot make himself heard.

The tumult increases till the fall of the curtain, the voices of

the counsel for the defence and his clients drowning those of the

President and the Procuror._

PRESIDENT. I will have you removed to prison!

MME.THOMAS. The fine gentlemen who take mistresses! And the young ones

who humbug little work girls!

PRESIDENT. I’ll have you removed to prison.

PROCUROR. Guards, can’t you keep that crowd of fanatics quiet?

COUNSEL. You have no right to insult the defendants!

TUPIN. That’s all they’ve done from the beginning!

PROCUROR. Make that howling mob be quiet! The defendants have no

respect for the Court!

COUNSEL. And you, Advocate General, have no respect for justice!

PROCUROR. If their crime inspires you with sympathy, it only fills me

with indignation.

COUNSEL. They are right. They are not guilty! The respect that you lack—

PROCUROR. I demand—

COUNSEL. The guilt is at the door of the morals that brand the

unmarried mother.

THE PUBLIC. Bravo!

PROCUROR. I ask that counsel for the defence—

COUNSEL. Every woman with child ought to be respected in whatever

circumstances her child has come into being.

_Applause._

PRESIDENT. Maître Verdier, by virtue of Article 43 of the Rules—

COUNSEL. Their crime is not an individual, but a social, crime.

PROCUROR. It is a crime against nature!

COUNSEL. It is not a crime; it is a revolt against nature!

PRESIDENT. Guards, remove the defendants! [_The guards do not hear or

do not understand_]. Maître Verdier, if I have to employ force—

_Tumult in court._

COUNSEL [_succeeding by the force of his voice in imposing a short

silence_] It is a revolt against nature! A revolt that fills my

heart with pity, at the cause of which all the force of my mind is

roused to indignation! Yes; I look forward with eagerness to that hour

of freedom when the store-house of science shall give to everyone

the means, without a restraint that is only hypocrisy, without the

profanation of love, to have none but the children he wants! That will

be indeed a victory over nature, that cruel nature which sows with

criminal profusion the life that she watches die with indifference. But

meanwhile—

_The tumult begins again._

PRESIDENT. Guards, clear the court! Guards! Guards, remove the

defendants. The sitting is adjourned.

_The judges put on their caps and rise._

MME. THOMAS. It’s not me who kills the innocents! I’m no murderess!

SCHOOLMISTRESS. Mercy! Mercy!

MME. TUPIN. She’s no murderess!

TUPIN. She’s right. She’s no murderess!

MME. THOMAS. It’s the men that are guilty! The men! All the men!

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