By whom? Oh, by Billee. (after pause). (The ceases in the orchestra). TRILBY Dear white violets! Then he forgiven me! (kissing them). has (Enter Madame Vinard with wine). See, Madame Vinard—the violets that Billee bought me. MADAME VINARD Litrebili? Oh no, it was Sandy bought them. (C.). TRILBY Sandy! (L.C.). (Laird confused). Why did you deceive me? Ah, you have been deceiving me all along. (Sees wine on tray) Billee isn’t coming back to dinner. He hasn’t forgiven me. (Crosses to table with wine) Taffy, tell me the truth, has Billee gone away? MADAME VINARD Why, Monsieur Litrebili has gone to his mother in Florence. (R. by table). TRILBY Sandy, has he really gone? (L.). Aye, my poor lass—he has really gone. (L.C.). (Taffy R. by table). TRILBY Why did you let him go? (fiercely to Taffy). helpless). You envied our happiness. How base. How unworthy! No, Taffy, no! I beg your pardon, dear, I’m out of my mind with grief—bewilderment. But Billee won’t be so—he won’t leave me like this. I can’t live without him. Sandy, (Sits on couch, overcome with grief) you have always told me the truth. Will Billee come back? LAIRD He has asked us to send his pictures to Florence. (sits by her L. on couch).
(after pause). By whom? Oh, by Billee. (The ceases in the orchestra). TRILBY (kissing them). Dear white violets! Then he has forgiven me! (Enter Madame Vinard with wine). See, Madame Vinard—the violets that Billee bought me. MADAME VINARD (C.). Litrebili? Oh no, it was Sandy bought them. TRILBY (L.C.). Sandy! (Laird confused). Why did you deceive me? (Sees wine on tray) Ah, you have been deceiving me all along. (Crosses to table with wine) Billee isn’t coming back to dinner. He hasn’t forgiven me. Taffy, tell me the truth, has Billee gone away? MADAME VINARD (R. by table). Why, Monsieur Litrebili has gone to his mother in Florence. TRILBY (L.). Sandy, has he really gone? (L.C.). Aye, my poor lass—he has really gone. (Taffy R. by table). TRILBY (fiercely to Taffy). Why did you let him go? helpless). You envied our happiness. How base. How unworthy! No, Taffy, no! I beg your pardon, dear, I’m out of my mind with grief—bewilderment. But Billee won’t be so—he won’t leave me like this. I can’t live without him. (Sits on couch, overcome with grief) Sandy, you have always told me the truth. Will Billee come back? LAIRD (sits by her L. on couch). He has asked us to send his pictures to Florence.
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