Thomas Starr King Middle School - Echoes Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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CHABLEAU: Lyons? PIERRE: Yes, Monsietir. CHABLEAU: What's your business in this part of the country? MME. MERANTE: To find my husbarzd. PIERRE: You see, he is in Orleans. CI-IABLEAU: And Legan? MME. IVIERANTE. Er-I believe the one whom we know is a different one. PIERRE: He knows of the whereabouts of my father. CHABLEAU: Oh, I see-but there is but one Legan in the next village. PIERRE: Perhaps it's a different village. CI-IABLEAU: VVhat's the name? M'ME. MERANTE: Er- PIERRE: Jnrgeau! CHABLEAU: That's quite a distance from here. PIERRE: Er-I see-my, but that soup looks good and smells good, too! JEANN E: Cleaving work-table and coming to centerl Thank you, We'll have some for dinner when it's ready. I hope you'll like it. PIERRE: Oh, I, we will, Won't we mother. MME. MERANTE: Yes, of course-but we are accustonied to a different kind of soup. PIERRE: Qembarrassedj Yes, you see the food is, I've heard, is so much better in this part of the country. Why, anything would taste good now, I'm so hungry and tired. JEANNE: I should think you would be, with traveling so terrible as it is now. If only the life in our country would be beautiful as it once was. PIERRE: Yes, it is terrible, this revolution-fturns and sees Chableau's face lighten, astonishedj Oh, but it was necessary. CHABLEAU: Of course it was-France must be free! JEANNE: But it must not perish. IVIIVIE. IVIERANTE: I feel so tired from the long distance that I have just traversed. CShe rests her head in her hand.j IEANNE: Oh! Then perhaps you would care to rest in my room, there. CShe points to the door at rightl. MME. MERANTE: Uh, thankyou, that is very kind of you. fsleanne and lVIme. Nlerante exit to the rightj MME. IVIERANTE: fas they exit! Thank you, exceedingly! JEANNE: That's all right! Ueanne enters and continueswork at the Work-table.j i CI-IABLEAU: Har far did you travel today? PIERRE: About twenty kilometers. CI-IABLEAU: 'Tis no wonder that you are tired. PIERRE: And the weather is so undesirably damp. CHABLEAU: Is it too cold in here? PIERRE: Oh no, it's just too cold outside. IEANNE: Ctaking a wooden pail from under work-table 'and coming towards Chableauj Here, father, if you please, would you bring me some water from the well? CI-IABLEAU: ftaking pailj Certainly, with pleasure! CExits leftj Two Hundred Twenty-one

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PIERRE: ffrom withoutj Two weary travelers seeking rest and food. CCHABLEAU and JEANNE look-at one anotherj. CHABLEAU: And what may your business be? Mme. MERANTE: In search of . . . Legmz CHABLEAU: fputting stick downj Friends they are! Copens doorj. CPIERRE and Mme. MERANTE are seen. Pierre is dressed in short trousers, boots and also a coat. They are dark and plain and show long wear. He appears to be twenty or thereabouts, non-autocratic and cheerful, Mme. Merante, autocratic, she wears a dark dress covered by a full, long cape. Her clothing shows much wear also.j JEANNE: Good day, Monsieur! PIERRE: May We come in, if you please, we are so hungry and so tired? JEANNE: Ccourteouslyj Why certainly, strangers, make yourself comforts able in here by the fire fshe steps back and Mme. Merante and Pierre enter to the center of the roomj Here, have some seats near the fire, CChableau vacates his chair and Jeanne pulls up the other chair ta fireplace.j PIERRE: Ccourteouslyj Thank you, indeed! CHABLEAU: Csuspiciouslyj Wllo are you and where are you going? PIERRE: Er-I-We, I am Pierre and this is my mother. We are on our way to the next village to see-er-lVI.-Legan, you know, and we are overcome by hunger and fatigue, so naturally we stopped here to procure food. L. CHABLEAU:Oh! Fine, l1e's my friend. I'l1 take you to him tomorrow morning. He has the nearest guillotineg no wonder you Want to meet him. Here, Jeanne and I will take your Wraps. You'll be Warm enough by the fire. CMIIIC. lVIerante removes her cape and Pierre hands Chableau his hat and coat. Jeanne and Chableau exit with the wraps.J PIERRE: Cexcitedl I don't believe they suspect. But oh, tomorrow, what shall We do! We, nobility, being led to the guillotine, mother! MME. MERANTE: It's terrible, Pierre! PIERRE: We must escape! lVI'ME. MERANTE: Cfrightenedj I. believe that he is a revolutionist! PIERRE: Yes, I think he is. We might escape tonight! MME. MERANTE: Certainly! And then search for father. I wonder where he is now. PIERRE: Poor father, where could he be? And to think we were sep- arated from him in that horrible riot. IVIIVIE. INIERANTE: Ctragicallyj We may never see him again. PIERRE: Oh yes, we will! You must not Worry about that, mother dear, we will see him again. Of course, he is back in Orleans, where we were living originally. fVoices heard at right. Pierre and Mnie. Mlerante listen closelyj Shh, they're coming! fenter Jeanne and Chableau. Pierre and Mme. Merante riseJ. PIERRE: Here, have this chair, if you please. CHABLEAU: Oh no! That's all right, thanks. fChableau sits on bench at right of table. Jeanne places more sets of service on the table.D CHABLEAU: Well, my friends, Where are you from? MME. MERANTE: From Lyons. Two Hundred Twenty J

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PIERRE: JEANNE: PIERRE: JEANNE: taking It's better Weather after the long winter, isn't it? Yes! It is! C goes to fireplace and stirs the soup.j fwatching herj Perhaps I might help you? Oh, that is very kind of you! Cgoing to the cupboard and down the apron for Pierrej. You m-ay, if you please. CPierre starts to put apron on but finds himself tangled up.j JEANNE: PIERRE: Chelping him put on the apronl Here, this Way! Cafter it is on him, he looks at it embarrassedj Oh, I-I see! Now, what do you want me to do? JEANN E : PIERRE: Jeanne PIERRE : JEAN NE : PIERRE : JEANNE : PIERRE 1 JEANNE : PIERRE : JEANN E PIERRE : JEANNE : PIERRE : JEANNE : PIERRE : JEANNIE : PIERRE : JEAN NE . PIERRE : JEANNE PIERRE : JEANN E PIERRE : music JEANNE other. PIERRE : . If you please, keep stirring the soup. With pleasure. fstarts to stir soup, he does it very awkwardly. does her work at table, she Watches him and begins to laugh.J CembarrassedJ What's the matter? Cbeginning to workj Nothing. fatter pausej You are so fortunate, Jeanne. You think so! Why? Oh, because- Who are you? Oh, nobody especially, I wish I were like you-so kindl Thank you! I Wish that- What? Nothing! Tell me. That I could see you again! Perhaps you will. I hope so. I mean I am falling in love with you. Capparently delightedj You are falling in love with me? Y-yes, in fact, I really do love you! fgoes nearer to herj But it's so sudden-- I do love you, I mean it-couldn't you, would you? Csmiling and coming very closej Yes, already I love you! It's wonderful to hear you say that! Those words sound like to me! Yes, they are beautiful! But you see-we hardly know each Well er-we reall don't, but it doesn't matter! Y CThen remembers his planned escape.J But oh, I can't remain with you. JEANNE : better. PIERRE: I must be on my way with my mother. Why? Who are you? Tell meg then we'll know each other fvery nervouslyj Oh Jeanne, I-I--I'm-er-I-am- fChableau is heard singing outsidej CHABLEAU: 1Sur le co-co cote de quinee, Au bout de cinq Z1 six semaines- CPierre becomes very nervous during the song and tears the apron from him. and throws it upon the floor, he then steps forward and lightly kicks the apron to the rgiht. Jeanne walks hurriedly to it, picks it up and places it in the cupboard as Chableau enters. Jeanne Two H undred Twe nly-two