VANHOVE [coming down with a cup of coffee].-Don't you take coffee, Thirion? [Thirion tries to put on a good face.] What a face! [To Prosper.] Just look! THIRION.-An idea! The master of the house! He must know the handwriting of everybody here. [To Vanhove, giving him the folded paper.] Who wrote that? VANHOVE. That? [Reads.] "I have returned THIRION." I have returned!" He says that he is leaving. VANHOVE." They want me to study for my bachelor's degree" THIRION. His bachelor's degree? No, no-it reads "My love" VANHOVE." My bachelor's degree "-It's written in lead pencil. THIRION.-No, no! [Takes the folded paper and hands it back opened.] There! There! PROSPER [recognizing the letter].-The letter! [Snatches it from Vanhove. VANHOVE [laughing].—Come, let's see it. PROSPER.-No, you shall not see it. VANHOVE [still laughing at Thirion].—Hey? THIRION.-What does this mean? PROSPER.-It means that I admit nobody here into my confi dence. THIRION.-It's he! He wrote it. VANHOVE.-This letter PROSPER.-Well, yes-I wrote it! What of it? THIRION. YOU! My friend! Under my roof! To declare his passion for Colomba VANHOVE [jumping].-Eh? PROSPER [shrugging his shoulders].-What nonsense! VANHOVE.-But, sir, this is monstrous! This morning you ask for the hand of Marthe; this evening you promise to marry Suzanne; and you still find time to love— THIRION.-Colomba! COLOMBA [coming forward].-Yes, dear? PROSPER.-What nonsense! lomba? THIRION.-You, wretch! PROSPER.-Do keep still! Who's thinking of loving Co THIRION. You call her "my love!" VANHOVE.-Your proof, sir. PROSPER [embarrassed].-My proof! SUZANNE.-The letter! CLARISSE. The letter! at once. [Showing the letter to Suzanne. PROSPER. My proof?-is that I call upon Mademoiselle Suzanne, my future wife, gentlemen, to take cognizance [Offers the letter to Suzanne. VANHOVE [Snatching the letter].-So be it! Suzanne! SUZANNE [laughing].—Quite unnecessary, my friend. I know what it is. VANHOVE.-You know? SUZANNE.-A mere bit of nonsense. Burn it. VANHOVE. Take care, Suzanne. Your happiness is at stake. SUZANNE [picking up a lighted candle from the table].-Burn! Burn! VANHOVE. You wish it? [To Prosper.] You are a happy man to marry a woman [Lights the paper and throws it on the ground. PROSPER [watching the paper burn].—Ah, you rogue! You've given us enough trouble. THIRION. All the same it was written "my love!" SUZANNE. Good news. We're going to marry Marthe and Paul! PAUL [rushing from his hiding place].—What joy! COLOMBA. He was there all the time! PAUL [kissing Marthe's hand].-Ah, how happy I am. PROSPER [to Suzanne].-And I! SUZANNE.-You! You're going to start for Honolulu ! PROSPER. With my wife, yes. SUZANNE Never! CLARISSE.-Ah! My dear Suzanne! PROSPER.-Ah! My dear Suzanne! SUZANNE. I see it's decreed I am to sacrifice myself for |