Plays by August Strindberg, Second series by August Strindberg
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that is probably keeping him busy.
ABBÉ. I have--sad news to bring him. Sad in several respects. MME. CATHERINE. May I ask of what kind? ABBÉ. Yes, it's no secret. The daughter he had with that girl, Jeanne, is dead. MME. CATHERINE. Dead! ADOLPHE. Marion dead! ABBÉ. Yes, she died suddenly this morning without any previous illness. MME. CATHERINE. O Lord, who can tell Thy ways! ABBÉ. The mother's grief makes it necessary that Monsieur Maurice look after her, so we must try to find him. But first a question in confidence: do you know whether Monsieur Maurice was fond of the child, or was indifferent to it? MME. CATHERINE. If he was fond of Marion? Why, all of us know how he loved her. ADOLPHE. There's no doubt about that. ABBÉ. I am glad to hear it, and it settles the matter so far as I am concerned. |
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