Straforel. Per Bacco, he’s the devil, that child! [Percinet now engages Straforel in a duel. Straforel, after a few thrusts, puts his hand to his breast.] I—I’m mortally wounded! [He falls.]
Percinet. [Running to Sylvette, who sits
in the sedan-chair]
Sylvette! [He kneels to her.]
Sylvette. My savior!
Pasquinot. [Entering] Bergamin’s son! Your savior? Your savior? I give you to him!
Sylvette and Percinet. Heavens!
[Bergamin now appears on his side of the wall.]
Pasquinot. [To Bergamin, who is seen on top of the wall] Bergamin, your son is a hero! Let us forget our quarrels, and make these children happy!
Bergamin. [Solemnly] I hate you no more!
Percinet. Sylvette, don’t speak loud: I know I am dreaming. But don’t wake me!
Bergamin. Our hatred is ended in the marriage of our dear ones. [Indicating the wall] Henceforth let there be no Pyrenees!
Percinet. Who would have believed that my father could change so!
Sylvette. I told you everything would turn out happily! [While the lovers go up-stage with Pasquinot, Straforel rises and hands a folded paper to Bergamin.]
Bergamin. [Aside] What is it? This paper—your signature? What is it, if you please?
Straforel. [Bowing] Monsieur, it’s my bill! [He falls down again.]
* * * * *
Scene: The same, except that the wall has disappeared. The benches which were formerly against it are removed to the extreme right and left. There are a few extra pots of flowers and two or three plaster statues. To the right is a small garden table, with chairs about it.
As the curtain rises, Pasquinot is sitting on the bench to the left, reading a paper. Blaise is at the back, busy with his rake.
Blaise. So the notary comes to-night, Monsieur Pasquinot? It is pleasant, now that the wall is down, and you living together this past month. It was high time, I’m thinking. The little lovers must be happy!
Pasquinot. [Raising his head and looking about] So you like it without the wall, Blaise?
Blaise. The garden is superb!
Pasquinot. Yes, my property has increased a hundred per cent! [Poking a tuft of grass with his foot] Have you watered the grass? [Furiously] You have no business doing that during the day!
Blaise. But Monsieur Bergamin told me to!
Pasquinot. Ah, I see! He seems to think that the more grass is watered the better it becomes. Well, take those plants out of the green-house. [As Blaise begins arranging plants which he gets from the green-house—just off-stage—enter Bergamin at the back.]