MAURICE.  Penitence?

ABBE.  Well, didn’t you wish—­

MAURICE.  Yes, yes!

ABBE.  Then we have vigils between midnight and two o’clock.

MAURICE.  That will be splendid!

ABBE.  Give me your hand that you will not look back.

MAURICE. [Rising, holds out his hand] Here is my hand, and my will goes with it.

SERVANT GIRL. [Enters from the kitchen] A telephone call for
Monsieur Maurice.

MAURICE.  From whom?

SERVANT GIRL.  From the theatre.

(MAURICE tries to get away, but the ABBE holds on to his hand.)

ABBE. [To the SERVANT GIRL] Find out what it is.

SERVANT GIRL.  They want to know if Monsieur Maurice is going to attend the performance tonight.

ABBE. [To MAURICE, who is trying to get away] No, I won’t let you go.

MAURICE.  What performance is that?

ADOLPHE.  Why don’t you read the paper?

MME. CATHERINE and the ABBE.  He hasn’t read the paper?

MAURICE.  It’s all lies and slander. [To the SERVANT GIRL] Tell them that I am engaged for this evening:  I am going to church.

(The SERVANT GIRL goes out into the kitchen.)

ADOLPHE.  As you don’t want to read the paper, I shall have to tell you that your play has been put on again, now when you are exonerated.  And your literary friends have planned a demonstration for this evening in recognition of your indisputable talent.

MAURICE.  It isn’t true.

EVERYBODY.  It is true.

MAURICE. [After a pause] I have not deserved it!

ABBE.  Good!

ADOLPHE.  And furthermore, Maurice—­

MAURICE. [Hiding his face in his hands] Furthermore!

MME. CATHERINE.  One hundred thousand francs!  Do you see now that they come back to you?  And the villa outside the city.  Everything is coming back except Mademoiselle Henriette.

ABBE. [Smiling] You ought to take this matter a little more seriously, Madame Catherine.

MME. CATHERINE.  Oh, I cannot—­I just can’t keep serious any longer!

[She breaks into open laughter, which she vainly tries to smother with her handkerchief.]

ADOLPHE.  Say, Maurice, the play begins at eight.

ABBE.  But the church services are at nine.

ADOLPHE.  Maurice!

MME. CATHERINE.  Let us hear what the end is going to be, Monsieur
Maurice.

(MAURICE drops his head on the table, in his arms.)

ADOLPHE.  Loose him, Abbe!

ABBE.  No, it is not for me to loose or bind.  He must do that himself.

MAURICE. [Rising] Well, I go with the Abbe.

ABBE.  No, my young friend.  I have nothing to give you but a scolding, which you can give yourself.  And you owe a duty to yourself and to your good name.  That you have got through with this as quickly as you have is to me a sign that you have suffered your punishment as intensely as if it had lasted an eternity.  And when Providence absolves you there is nothing for me to add.