Fedora; a drama

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883 Excerpt: ...Yes. Fedora. Thank you. Loris. Wild ideas had come into my head. Why does she not receive? Does the refusal apply to me alone? Will she receive the others? Is she out? Is she at home? Is she alone if she is at home? Fedora. Oh!--Loris. My imagination worked so well on these themes that reason, good manners, respect for you and for myself, all were thrown aside. For two hours I walked up and down tortured by this conviction that I had fixed in my mind I know not how: She is there! The doors are closed! What is the reason? Fedora. There is a nice confession indeed to make to me. Loris. Your friends came as usual, on their way to the Bois or on their return. and went away at a word from the porter. I saw that no one was admitted, but that did not assure me--far from that--night came--the house was lighted up--I saw your maids open the windows of your chamber, close the shutters, draw the curtains. The same operation was performed for the little salon preceding your bedroom--I was relieved a little--At last you returned--I saw you for a moment as the carriage was turning in at the gate--and I went away more calm. It was only afterwards, on reflection, that I said to myself: "Yes, but from where did she come?" Fedora. And you dare to tell me all that to my face, calmly like that? Loris. You see. Fedora. But it is the height of impertinence you must admit. Loris. Try, if you like, to persuade me that I am wanting in respect when I adore you. 17 Fedora. I pass over the love--but the rest--this suspicion? Loris. It is jealousy, and love is never found without jealousy. Fedora. Jealous to that degree? Loris. Faithfully. Fedora. Then it is quite decided, my poor friend, you love me seriously? You are quite certain? Loris. Certain! And you too. Fedora. Ah! I...