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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Climbers + A Play in Four Acts + +Author: Clyde Fitch + +Release Date: September 3, 2005 [EBook #16635] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CLIMBERS *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Melissa Er-Raqabi and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net. +Produced from images provided by Kentuckiana Digital +Archive. + + + + + +THE CLIMBERS +A PLAY IN FOUR ACTS + +By +CLYDE FITCH + + + + +NEW YORK +SAMUEL FRENCH +PUBLISHER +25 WEST 45th STREET + +LONDON +SAMUEL FRENCH, LTD. +26 SOUTHAMPTON ST. +STRAND + + +Reprinted by permission of Little, Brown & Co. + + + + +COPYRIGHT, 1905, +BY LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY. +ALL RIGHTS RESERVED + + +This play is fully protected by the copyright law, all requirements of +which have been complied with. In its present printed form it is +dedicated to the reading public only, and no performance of it, either +professional or amateur, may be given without the written permission of +the owner of the acting rights, who may be addressed in care of the +publishers, Little, Brown, and Company. + + + + +TO +CHARLES T. MATHEWS + +IN GRATEFUL RECOGNITION OF HIS +TRUE FRIENDSHIP AND LOYAL ENTHUSIASM +FROM THE BEGINNING + +C.F. + + + + +[Transcriber's Note: One character is listed as Dr. Steinart in the List +of Characters, but Dr. Steinhart in the body of the play.] + + + + +_THE CLIMBERS_ + + +ACT I. IN LATE WINTER. + _At the Hunters'._ + +ACT II. THE FOLLOWING CHRISTMAS EVE. + _At the Sterlings'._ + +ACT III. CHRISTMAS DAY. + _At the Hermitage, by the Bronx River._ + +ACT IV. THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. + _At the Sterlings'._ + + +NEW YORK: TO-DAY + + + + +_THE PEOPLE IN THE PLAY_ + + +RICHARD STERLING. EDWARD WARDEN. FREDERICK MASON. JOHNNY TROTTER. +GODESBY. DR. STEINART. RYDER. SERVANT _at the Hermitage._ JORDAN. +_Butler at the Sterlings'._ LEONARD. _Footman at the Sterlings'._ MASTER +STERLING. SERVANTS. + +MRS. STERLING (_née Blanche Hunter_). MISS HUNTER. MRS. HUNTER. JESSICA +HUNTER. CLARA HUNTER. MISS GODESBY. MISS SILLERTON. TOMPSON. _Mrs. +Hunter's Maid._ MARIE. _Clara Hunter's Maid._ + + + + +Originally produced at the Bijou Theatre, New York, January 21, 1901, +with the following cast:-- + +Richard Sterling Mr. Frank Worthing +Edward Warden Mr. Robert Edeson +Frederick Mason Mr. John Flood +Johnny Trotter Mr. Ferdinand Gottschalk +Dr. Steinart Mr. George C. Boniface +Godesby Mr. J.B. Sturges +Ryder Mr. Kinard +Servant at the Hermitage Mr. Henry Warwick +Jordan } Servants { Mr. Edward Moreland +Leonard } at the { Mr. Henry Stokes +A Footman } Hunters' { Mr. Frederick Wallace +Richard Sterling, Jr. Master Harry Wright + +Mrs. Hunter Mrs. Madge Carr Cook +Mrs. Sterling (_née_ Blanche Hunter) Miss Amelia Bingham +Jessica Hunter Miss Maud Monroe +Clara Hunter Miss Minnie Dupree +Miss Hunter Miss Annie Irish +Miss Godesby Miss Clara Bloodgood +Miss Sillerton Miss Ysobel Haskins +Tompson } Maids at { Miss Lillian Eldredge +Marie } the Hunters' { Miss Florence Lloyd + + + + +Produced at the Comedy Theatre, London, September 5, 1903, with the +following cast:-- + +Richard Sterling Mr. Sydney Valentine +Edward Warden Mr. Reeves-Smith +Frederick Mason Mr. J.L. Mackay +Johnny Trotter Mr. G.M. Graham +Godesby Mr. Horace Pollock +Dr. Steinart Mr. Howard Sturges +Master Sterling Miss Maidie Andrews +Ryder Mr. Henry Howard +Jordan Mr. Elgar B. Payne +Leonard Mr. Littledale Power +Footman Mr. Rivers Bertram +Servant Mr. George Aubrey + +Mrs. Sterling Miss Lily Hanbury +Miss Hunter Miss Kate Tyndall +Mrs. Hunter Miss Lottie Venne +Jessica Hunter Miss Alma Mara +Clara Hunter Mrs. Mouillot +Miss Sillerton Miss Florence Sinclair +Tompson Miss L. Crauford +Marie Miss Armstrong +Miss Godesby Miss Fannie Ward + + + + +ACT I + + +_A drawing-room at the Hunters', handsomely and artistically furnished. +The woodwork and furniture are in the period of Louis XVI. The walls and +furniture are covered with yellow brocade, and the curtains are of the +same golden material. At the back are two large windows which give out +on Fifth Avenue, opposite the Park, the trees of which are seen across +the way. At Left is a double doorway, leading into the hall. At Right, +opposite, is a door which leads to other rooms, and thence to other +parts of the house. In the centre, at back, between the two windows, is +the fireplace; on the mantel are two vases and a clock in dark blue +ormolu. There is a white and gold piano on the Right side of the room. +The room suggests much wealth, and that it has been done by a +professional decorator; the personal note of taste is lacking._ + +_It is four o'clock in the afternoon. The shades of the windows are +drawn down. There are rows and rows of camp-chairs filling the entire +room._ + +_The curtain rises slowly. After a moment,_ JORDAN, _the butler, and_ +LEONARD, _a footman, enter from the Left and begin to gather together +and carry out the camp-chairs. They do this with very serious faces, and +take great pains to step softly and to make no noise. They enter a +second time for more chairs._ + + +JORDAN. [_Whispers to_ LEONARD.] When are they coming for the chairs? + +LEONARD. [_Whispers back._] To-night. Say, it was fine, wasn't it! + +JORDAN. Grand! + +[_They go out with the chairs and immediately reënter for more. They are +followed in this time by a lady's maid,_ TOMPSON; _she is not a young +woman. As she crosses the room she stoops and picks up a faded flower +which has fallen from some emblem. She goes to the window at Right, and +peeps out. She turns around and looks at the others. They all speak in +subdued voices._ + +TOMPSON. Jordan, what do you think--can we raise the shades now? + +JORDAN. Yes, of course--after they've left the house it's all over as +far as we here are concerned. + +[_She raises both shades._ + +TOMPSON. Phew! what an odor of flowers! + +[_She opens one of the windows a little._ + +[MARIE, _a young, pretty, French woman, enters from the Right._ + +MARIE. Will I help you? + +TOMPSON. Just with this table, thank you, Marie. [_They begin to +rearrange the room, putting it in its normal condition. They replace the +table and put back the ornaments upon it._] Poor Mr. Hunter, and him so +fond of mince pie. I shall never forget how that man ate mince pie. + +[_She sighs lugubriously and continues her labor with the room._ + +LEONARD. I hope as how it's not going to make any difference with us. + +JORDAN. [_Pompously._] Of course not; wasn't Mr. Hunter a millionnaire? + +TOMPSON. Some millionnaires I've known turned out poor as Job's turkey +in their coffins! + +MARIE. What you say? You tink we shall 'ave some of madame's or ze young +ladies' dresses? + +TOMPSON. [_Hopefully._] Perhaps. + +MARIE. I 'ave already made my choice. I like ze pale pink of Mees +Jessie. + +LEONARD. Sh! I heard a carridge. + +TOMPSON. Then they're coming back. + +[MARIE _quickly goes out Right._ + +JORDAN. [_To_ LEONARD, _hurriedly, as he quickly goes out Left._] Take +them last two chairs! + +[LEONARD, _with the chairs, follows_ JORDAN _out Left._ TOMPSON _hastily +puts back a last arm-chair to its usual position in the room and goes +out Right._ MRS. HUNTER _enters Left, followed by her three daughters_, +BLANCHE, JESSICA, _and_ CLARA, _and_ MASTER STERLING, _who is a small, +attractive child, five years of age. All are in the deepest conventional +mourning,_ MRS. HUNTER _in widow's weeds and_ CLARA _with a heavy, black +chiffon veil; the_ BOY _is also dressed in conventional mourning. As +soon as they enter, all four women lift their veils._ MRS. HUNTER _is a +well-preserved woman, with a pretty, rather foolish, and somewhat +querulous face. Her figure is the latest mode._ BLANCHE STERLING, _her +oldest daughter, is her antithesis,--a handsome, dignified woman, young, +sincere, and showing, in her attitude to the others and in her own point +of view, the warmth of a true, evenly-balanced nature._ JESSICA _is a +typical second child,--nice, good, self-effacing, sympathetic, +unspoiled._ CLARA _is her opposite,--spoiled, petulant, pretty, pert, +and selfish._ + +MRS. HUNTER. [_With a long sigh._] Oh, I am so glad to be back home and +the whole thing over without a hitch! + +[_She sinks with a great sigh of relief into a big chair._ + +BLANCHE. [_Takes her son to_ MRS. HUNTER.] Kiss grandmother good-by, and +then Leonard will take you home. + +MRS. HUNTER. Good-by, dear. Be a good boy. Don't eat too much candy. + +[_Kisses him carelessly._ + +MASTER STERLING. Good-by. [_Runs towards the door Left, shouting +happily._] Leonard! Leonard! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Tearfully._] My dears, it was a great success! Everybody +was there! + +[_The three younger women stand and look about the room, as if it were +strange to them--as if it were empty. There is a moment's silence._ + +BLANCHE. [_Tenderly._] Mother, why don't you take off your bonnet? + +MRS. HUNTER. Take it off for me; it _will_ be a great relief. + +BLANCHE. Help me, Jess. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Irritably._] Yes, _do_ something, Jessie. You've +mortified me terribly to-day! That child hasn't shed a tear. People'll +think you didn't love your father. [_The two are taking off_ MRS. +HUNTER'S _bonnet._ MRS. HUNTER _waits for an answer from_ JESSICA; _none +comes._] I never saw any one so heartless! [_Tearful again._] And her +father adored her. _She_ was one of the things we quarrelled _most_ +about! + +[_Over_ MRS. HUNTER'S _head_ BLANCHE _exchanges a sympathetic look with_ +JESSICA _to show she understands._ + +CLARA. I'm sure _I've_ cried enough. I've cried buckets. + +[_She goes to_ MRS. HUNTER _as_ BLANCHE _and_ JESSICA _take away the +bonnet and veil and put them on the piano._ + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Kissing Clara._] Yes, dear, you are your mother's own +child. And _you_ lose the most by it, too. + +[_Leaning against the side of her mother's chair, with one arm about her +mother._ + +CLARA. Yes, indeed, instead of coming out next month, and having a +perfectly lovely winter, I'll have to mope the whole season, and, if I +don't look out, be a wallflower without ever having been a bud! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Half amused but feeling_ CLARA'S _remark is perhaps not +quite the right thing._] Sh-- + +[_During_ CLARA'S _speech above,_ BLANCHE _has taken_ JESSICA _in her +arms a moment and kissed her tenderly, slowly. They rejoin_ MRS. HUNTER, +BLANCHE _wiping her eyes,_ JESSICA _still tearless._ + +CLARA. And think of all the clothes we brought home from Paris last +month! + +MRS. HUNTER. My dear, don't think of clothes--think of your poor father! +That street dress of mine will dye very well, and we'll give the rest to +your aunt and cousins. + +BLANCHE. Mother, don't you want to go upstairs? + +JESSICA. [_Sincerely moved._] Yes, I hate this room now. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Rising._] Hate this room! When we've just had it done! +Louis Kinge! + +BLANCHE. Louis _Quinze_, dear! She means the associations now, mother. + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, yes, but that's weak and foolish, Jessie. No, +Blanche--[_Sitting again._]--I'm too exhausted to move. Ring for tea. + +[BLANCHE _rings the bell beside the mantel._ + +CLARA. [_Crossing to piano, forgets and starts to play a music-hall +song, but_ MRS. HUNTER _stops her._] Oh, yes, tea! I'm starved! + +MRS. HUNTER. Clara, darling! As if you could be hungry at such a time! + +[JORDAN _enters Left._ + +BLANCHE. Tea, Jordan. + +JORDAN. Yes, madam. + +[_He goes out Left._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Girls, everybody in town was there! I'm sure even your +father himself couldn't have complained. + +BLANCHE. Mother! + +MRS. HUNTER. Well, you know he always found fault with my _parties_ +being too mixed. He wouldn't realize I couldn't throw over all my old +set when I married into his,--not that I ever acknowledged I was your +father's inferior. I consider my family was just as good as his, only we +were _Presbyterians_! + +BLANCHE. Mother, dear, take off your gloves. + +MRS. HUNTER. I thought I had. [_Crying._] I'm so heartbroken I don't +know what I'm doing. + +[_Taking off her gloves._ + +[BLANCHE _and_ CLARA _comfort their mother._ + +JESSICA. Here's the tea-- + +[JORDAN _and_ LEONARD _enter with large, silver tray, with tea, cups, +and thin bread-and-butter sandwiches. They place them on small tea-table +which_ JESSICA _arranges for them._ + +MRS. HUNTER. I'm afraid I can't touch it. + +[_Taking her place behind tea-table and biting eagerly into a sandwich._ + +JESSICA. [_Dryly._] Try. + +[BLANCHE _pours tea for them all, which they take in turn._ + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Eating._] One thing I was furious about,--did you see the +Witherspoons _here_ at the house? + +CLARA. _I_ did. + +MRS. HUNTER. The idea! When I've never called on them. They are the +worst social pushers I've ever known. + +[_She takes another sandwich._ + +CLARA. Trying to make people think they are on our visiting list! Using +even a funeral to get in! + +MRS. HUNTER. But I _was_ glad the Worthings were here, and I thought it +_sweet_ of old Mr. Dormer to go even to the cemetery. [_Voice breaks a +little._] He never goes to balls any more, and, they say, catches cold +at the slightest change of temperature. + +[_She takes a third sandwich._ + +BLANCHE. A great many people loved father. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Irritably._] They ought to've. It was really foolish the +way he was always doing something for somebody! How good these +sandwiches are! [_Spoken very plaintively._ + +JESSICA. Shall we have to economize now, mother? + +MRS. HUNTER. Of course not; how dare you suggest such an injustice to +your _father_, and _before_ the flowers are withered on his grave! + +[_Again becoming tearful._ + +[JORDAN _enters Left with a small silver tray, heaping full of letters._ + +Has the new writing paper come? + +BLANCHE. [_Who takes the letters and looks through them, giving some to +her mother._] Yes. + +[BLANCHE _reads a letter, and passes it to_ JESSICA. + +MRS. HUNTER. Is the black border broad enough? They said it was the +thing. + +CLARA. If you had it any broader, you'd have to get white ink to write +with! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Sweetly._] Don't be impertinent, darling! + +[_Reading another letter._ + +[_Enter_ MISS RUTH HUNTER. _She is an unmarried woman between thirty and +forty years of age, handsome, distinguished; an aristocrat, without any +pretensions; simple, unaffected, and direct in her effort to do +kindnesses where they are not absolutely undeserved. She enters the room +as if she carried with her an atmosphere of pure ozone. This affects all +those in it. She is dressed in deep mourning and wears a thick chiffon +veil, which she removes as she enters._ + +RUTH. Oh! you're having tea! + +[_Glad that they are._ + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Taking a second cup._] I thought the children _ought_ to. + +RUTH. Of course they ought and so ought you, if you haven't. + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, I've _trifled_ with something. + +JESSICA. Sit here, Aunt Ruth. + +BLANCHE. Will you have a cup, Aunt Ruth? + +RUTH. Yes, dear, I'm feeling _very_ hungry. + +[_Sitting on the sofa beside_ JESSICA _and pressing her hand as she does +so._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Hungry! _How can you!_ + +RUTH. Because I'm not a _hypocrite_! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Whimpering._] I suppose that's a slur at me! + +RUTH. If the slipper fits! But I confess I haven't eaten much for +several days; I couldn't touch anything this morning, and I begin to +feel exhausted; I must have food and, thank Heaven, I want it. Thank +you. + +[_To_ BLANCHE, _taking the cup from her._ + +MRS. HUNTER. I think it's awful, Ruth, and I feel I have a right to say +it--I think you owed it to my feelings to have worn a long veil; people +will think you didn't love your brother. + +RUTH. [_Dryly._] Will they? Let them! You know as well as I do that +George loathed the very idea of crêpe and all display of mourning. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Feeling out of her element, changes the subject._] You +stayed behind? + +RUTH. Yes. I wanted to be the last there. [_Her voice chokes; she tries +to control herself._] Ah! you see my nerves are all gone to pieces. I +_won't_ cry any more! + +MRS. HUNTER. I don't see how you could bear it--staying; but you never +had any heart, Ruth. + +RUTH. [_Mechanically, biting her lips hard to keep the tears back._] +Haven't I? + +MRS. HUNTER. My darling husband always felt that defect in you. + +RUTH. George? + +MRS. HUNTER. He resented your treatment of me, and often said so. + +RUTH. [_Very quietly, but with determination._] Please be careful. Don't +talk to me like this about my brother, Florence--or you'll make me say +something I shall be sorry for. + +MRS. HUNTER. I don't care! It wore on him, the way you treated me. I put +up with it for his sake, but it helped undermine his health. + +RUTH. Florence, stop! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_In foolish anger, the resentment of years bursting out._] +I _won't_ stop! I'm alone now, and the least you can do is to see that +people who've fought shy of me take me up and give me my due. You've +been a cruel, selfish sister-in-law, and your own brother saw and hated +you for it! + +BLANCHE. _Mother!_ + +RUTH. [_Outraged._] Send your daughters out of the room; I wish to +answer you alone. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Frightened._] No! what you have to say to me I prefer my +children to hear! + +[CLARA _comes over to her mother and puts her arm about her._ + +RUTH. I can't remain quiet any longer. George--[_She almost breaks down, +but she controls herself._] This funeral is enough, with its show and +worldliness! I don't believe there was a soul in the church you didn't +see! Look at your handkerchief! Real grief isn't measured by the width +of a black border. I'm ashamed of you, Florence! I never liked you very +much, although I tried to for your husband's sake, but now I'm even more +ashamed of you. My dear brother is gone, and there need be no further +bond between us, but I want you to understand the true reason why, from +to-day, I keep away from you. This funeral was revolting to me!--a show +spectacle, a social function, and for _him_ who you know _hated_ the +very thing. [_She stops a moment to control her tears and her anger._] I +saw the reporters there, and I heard your message to them, and I +contradicted it. I begged them not to use your information, and they +were gentlemen and promised me not to. You are, and always have been, a +silly, frivolous woman. I don't doubt you loved your husband as much as +you could any man, but it wasn't enough for me; he was worth being +adored by the best and noblest woman in the world. I've stood by all +these years, trying with my love and silent sympathy to be some comfort +to him--but I saw the disappointment and disillusionment eat away the +very _hope_ of happiness out of his heart. I tried to help him by +helping you in your foolish ambitions, doing what I could to give my +brother's wife the social position _his name_ entitled her to! + +MRS. HUNTER. That's not true; I've had to fight it out all alone! + +RUTH. It was not my fault if my best friends found you intolerable; _I_ +couldn't blame them. Well, now it's over! George is at rest, please God. +You are a rich woman to do what you please. Go, and do it! and Heaven +forgive you for ruining my brother's life! I'm sorry to have said all +this before your children. Blanche, you know how dearly I love you, and +I hope you have forgiven me by now for my opposition to your marriage. + +BLANCHE. Of course I've forgiven you, but you were always unjust to +Dick. + +RUTH. Yes; I didn't like your husband then, and I didn't believe in him, +but I like him better now. And I am going to put all my affairs in his +hands. I couldn't show--surely--a better proof of confidence and liking +than that: to trust him as I did--your father. I hope I shall see much +of you and Jessica. As for you, Clara, I must be honest-- + +CLARA. [_Interrupting her._] Oh, I know you've always hated me! The +presents you gave the other girls were always twice as nice as I got! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Sympathetically._] Come here, darling. + +[CLARA _goes and puts her arms about her mother's neck._ + +RUTH. You are your mother's own child, Clara, and I never could pretend +anything I didn't feel. [_She turns to_ BLANCHE _and_ JESSICA, _who +stand side by side._] You two are all I have left in the world of my +brother. [_She kisses them, and lets the tears come, this time without +struggling._] Take pity on your old-maid aunt and come and see me, won't +you, _often_--[_Trying to smile away her tears._] And now good-by! + +JESSICA AND RUTH. [_Taking her hands._] Good-by. + +[RUTH _looks about the room to say good-by to it; she cries and +hurriedly begins pulling down her veil, and starts to go out as_ JORDAN +_enters Left and announces "Mr. Mason!"_ + +[MRS. HUNTER _fluffs her hair a little and hopes she looks becoming._ + +[MASON _is a typical New Yorker, well built, well preserved, dignified, +and good-looking,--a solid man in every sense of the word._ + +MASON. [_Meeting_ RUTH, _shakes hands with her._] Miss Hunter. + +RUTH. I am just going, Mr. Mason. + +MASON. You must stay. I sent word to your house this morning to meet me +here. + +[_Shakes hands with the others._ + +RUTH. I was here all night. + +MRS. HUNTER. Will you have some tea? The children were hungry. + +MASON. No, thank you. [_To_ BLANCHE.] Isn't your husband here? + +[JORDAN, _at a signal from_ MRS. HUNTER, _removes the tea things._ + +BLANCHE. No, he left us at the door when we came back. + +MASON. Didn't he get a letter from me this morning asking him to meet me +here? + +BLANCHE. Oh, yes, he did mention a letter at breakfast, but my thoughts +were away. He has been very much worried lately over his affairs; he +doesn't confide in me, but I see it. I wish you could advise him, Mr. +Mason. + +MASON. I cannot advise your husband if he won't _ask_ my advice. I don't +think we'll wait for Mr. Sterling. + +[_Gives chair to_ MRS. HUNTER. + +MRS. HUNTER. I suppose you've come about all the horrid business. Why +not just tell us how much our income is, and let all the details go. I +really think the details are more than I can bear to-day. + +MASON. That can be certainly as you wish; but I felt--as your business +adviser--and besides I promised my old friend, your husband--it was my +duty to let you know how matters stand with the least possible delay. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Beginning to break down._] George! George! + +[RUTH _looks at her, furious, and bites her lips hard._ JESSICA _is +standing with her back toward them._ + +MASON. Well, then-- + +[_He is interrupted by_ MRS. HUNTER, _who sees_ JESSICA. + +MRS. HUNTER. Jess! How rude you are! Turn around this minute! [JESSICA +_does not move._] What do you mean! Excuse me, Mr. Mason! Jess! Such +disrespect to your father's will! Turn around! [_Angry._] Do you hear +me? + +JESSICA. [_With her back still turned, her shoulders shaking, speaks in +a voice broken with sobs._] Leave me alone! Leave me alone-- + +[_She sits in a chair beside her and leans her arms upon its back and +buries her face in her arms._ + +BLANCHE. [_With her hand on her mother's arm._] Mother! Don't worry her! + +MRS. HUNTER. Go on, please, Mr. Mason, and remember, _spare us the +details._ What is our income? + +MASON. Mrs. Hunter, there is no income. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Quietly, not at all grasping what he means._] No income! +How is our money-- + +MASON. I am sorry to say there is _no_ money. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Echoes weakly._] No money? + +MASON. Not a penny! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Realizing now what he means, cries out in a loud, hard, +amazed voice._] What! + +BLANCHE. [_With her hand on her shoulder._] Mother! + +MRS. HUNTER. I don't believe it! + +RUTH. [_To_ MASON.] My good friend, do you mean that literally--that my +brother died without leaving _any_ money behind him? + +MRS. HUNTER. For his wife and family? + +MASON. I mean just that. + +RUTH. But how? + +MRS. HUNTER. Yes, _tell us the details_--every one of them! You can't +imagine the shock this is to me! + +MASON. Hunter sent for me two days before he died, and told me things +had gone badly with him last year, but it seemed impossible to retrench +his expenses. + +RUTH. _Are you listening, Florence?_ + +MRS. HUNTER. Yes, of course I am; your brother was a very extravagant +man! + +MASON. This year, with his third daughter coming out, there was need of +more money than ever. He was harassed nearly to death with financial +worries. [RUTH _begins to cry softly._ MRS. HUNTER _gets angrier and +angrier._] And finally, in sheer desperation, and trusting to the advice +of the Storrings, he risked everything he had with them in the +Consolidated Copper. The day after, he was taken ill. You know what +happened. The Storrings, Hunter, and others were ruined absolutely; the +next day Hunter died. + +RUTH. Poor George! Why didn't he come to me; he must have known that +everything I had was his! + +MASON. He was too ill when the final blow came to realize it. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Angry._] But his _life insurance_,--there was a big +policy in my name. + +MASON. He had been obliged to let that lapse. + +MRS. HUNTER. You mean I haven't even my _life_ insurance? + +MASON. As I said, there is nothing, except this house, and that is-- + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Rises indignantly and almost screams in angry +hysterics._] _Mortgaged_, I presume! Oh, it's insulting! It's an +indignity. It's--it's--Oh, well, it's just like my husband, there! + +BLANCHE. Mother! + +[RUTH _rises, and, taking_ MASON'S _arm, leads him aside._ + +MRS. HUNTER. [_To_ BLANCHE.] Oh, don't talk to me now! You always +preferred your father, and now you're punished for it! He has wilfully +left your mother and sisters paupers! + +BLANCHE. How can you speak like that! Surely you know father must have +suffered more than we could when he realized he was leaving nothing for +you. + +JESSICA. Yes, and it was for us too that he lost all. It was our +extravagance. + +MRS. HUNTER. Hush! How dare _you_ side against me, too? + +RUTH. Florence-- + +MRS. HUNTER. Well, Ruth, what do you think of your brother now? + +BLANCHE. [_To her mother._] Don't! + +MASON. By whom were the arrangements for to-day made? + +MRS. HUNTER. My son-in-law had most pressing business, and his friend-- + +BLANCHE. The friend of all of us-- + +MRS. HUNTER. Yes, of course, Mr. Warden saw to everything. + +BLANCHE. He will be here any moment! + +MASON. When he comes, will you send him on to me, please? + +RUTH. Yes. + +MASON. Very well. Good-by. [_Shakes hands with_ BLANCHE.] I am very +sorry to have been the bearer of such bad news. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Shaking hands with him._] Please overlook anything I may +have said; at such a moment, with the loss of all my money--and my dear +husband--I don't know _what_ to say! + +MASON. Naturally. [_To the others._] Good-by. [_To_ RUTH, _who follows +him._] I'll come to see you in the morning. + +[_As they shake hands._ + +RUTH. And I can then tell you what I settle here now. [MASON _goes out +Left._] Florence, I'm very sorry-- + +[_Interrupted._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh! _You!_ Sorry! + +RUTH. Yes, very, very sorry,--first, that I spoke as I did just now. + +MRS. HUNTER. It's too late to be sorry for that now. + +RUTH. No, it isn't, and I'll prove to you I mean it. Come, we'll talk +things over. + +MRS. HUNTER. Go away! I don't want you to prove anything to me! [MRS. +HUNTER _and_ CLARA _sit side by side on the sofa._ BLANCHE _and_ JESSICA +_are in chairs near the table._ RUTH _sits beside_ BLANCHE. MRS. HUNTER +_has something the manner of porcupines and shows a set determination to +accept nothing by way of comfort or expedient._ BLANCHE _looks hopeful +and ready to take the helm for the family._ JESSICA _will back up_ +BLANCHE.] My happiness in this world is over. What have I to live for? + +RUTH. Your children! + +MRS. HUNTER. Beggars like myself! + +BLANCHE. But your children will work for you. + +CLARA. Work! I see myself. + +RUTH. So do I. + +MRS. HUNTER. My children work! Don't be absurd! + +JESSICA. It is not absurd! I can certainly earn my own living somehow +and so can Clara. + +CLARA. Doing _what_, I should like to know! I see myself! + +BLANCHE. Jess is right. I'll take care of this family--father always +said I was "his own child." I'll do my best to take his place. + +RUTH. I will gladly give Jessica a home. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Whimpers._] You'd rob me of my children, too! + +JESSICA. Thank you, Aunt Ruth, but I must stay with mother and be +Blanche's right-hand man! + +CLARA. I might go on the stage. + +MRS. HUNTER. My dear, smart people don't any more. + +CLARA. I'd like to be a sort of Anna Held. + +JESSICA. I don't see why I couldn't learn typewriting, Blanche? + +MRS. HUNTER. Huh! Why, you could never even learn to play the piano; I +don't think you'd be much good at typewriting. + +CLARA. You want to be a typewriter, because in the papers they always +have an old gentleman taking them to theatres and supper! No, sir, if +there is to be any "old man's darling" in this family, _I'll_ be _it_! + +RUTH. [_Dryly._] You'll have to learn to spell correctly first! + +CLARA. [_Superciliously._] Humph! + +JESSICA. There are lots of ways nowadays for women to earn their living. + +RUTH. Yes, typewriting we will consider. + +MRS. HUNTER. Never! + +[_No one pays any attention to her except_ CLARA, _who agrees with her._ + +RUTH. Jess, you learned enough to _teach_, didn't you?--even at that +fashionable school your mother sent you to? + +JESSICA. Oh, yes, I think I could teach. + +MRS. HUNTER. Never! + +[_Still no one pays any attention except_ CLARA _who again agrees with +her._ + +CLARA. No, indeed! _I_ wouldn't teach! + +BLANCHE. If we only knew some nice elderly woman who wanted a companion, +Jess would be a godsend. + +CLARA. If she was a nice _old_ lady with lots of money and delicate +health, I wouldn't mind that position myself. + +RUTH. Clara, you seem to take this matter as a supreme joke! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_With mock humility._] May _I_ speak? [_She waits. All +turn to her. A moment's, silence._] MAY I speak? + +RUTH. Yes, yes. Go on, Florence; don't you see we're listening? + +MRS. HUNTER. I didn't know! I've been so completely ignored in this +entire conversation. But there is one thing for the girls--the easiest +possible way for them to earn their living--which you don't seem for a +moment to have thought of! + +[_She waits with a smile of coming triumph on her face._ + +RUTH. Nursing! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Disgusted._] No! + +CLARA. Manicuring? + +MRS. HUNTER. _Darling!_ + +BLANCHE. Designing dresses and hats? + +MRS. HUNTER. No! + +JESSICA. Book-keeping? + +MRS. HUNTER. No. + +RUTH. Then what in the world is it? + +MRS. HUNTER. Marriage! + +CLARA. Oh, of course! + +RUTH. Humph! + +[JESSICA _and_ BLANCHE _exchange glances._ + +MRS. HUNTER. That young Mr. Trotter would be a fine catch for Jess. + +JESSICA. Who loathes him! + +MRS. HUNTER. Don't be old-fashioned! He's very nice. + +RUTH. A little cad, trying to get into society--nice occupation for a +_man_! + +JESSICA. Mother, you can't be serious. + +CLARA. Why wouldn't he do for _me_? + +RUTH. He _would_! The very thing! + +MRS. HUNTER. We'll see, darling; I think Europe is the place for you. I +don't believe all the titles are gobbled up yet. + +RUTH. Jess, I might get you some women friends of mine, to whom you +could go mornings and answer their letters. + +MRS. HUNTER. I should not allow my daughter to go in that capacity to +the house of any woman who had refused to call on her mother, which is +the way most of your friends have treated me. + +RUTH. Do you realize, Florence, this is a question of bread and butter, +a practical suggestion of life, which has nothing whatever to do with +the society columns of the daily papers? + +MRS. HUNTER. I do _not_ intend that my daughters shall lose their +positions because their father has been--what shall we call +it--criminally negligent of them. + +RUTH. [_Rising._] How dare you! You are to blame for it all. If you say +another word injurious to my brother's memory, I'll leave this house and +let you starve for all I'll do for you. + +BLANCHE. Aunt Ruth, please, for father's sake-- + +CLARA. Well, this house is ours, anyway! + +BLANCHE. That is what _I've_ been thinking of. The house is yours. It's +huge. You don't need it. You must either give it up altogether-- + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Interrupts._] _What! Leave it? My house! Never!_ + +BLANCHE. Or--let out floors to one or two friends,--bachelor friends. +Mr. Mason, perhaps-- + +CLARA. [_Interrupts, rising, furious._] Take in _boarders_! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Who has listened aghast, now rises in outraged dignity; +she stands a moment glaring at_ BLANCHE, _then speaks._] Take--[_She +chokes._] _That_ is the _last straw_! + +[_And she sweeps from the room Right._ + +CLARA. Mama! Mama! + +[_She goes out after her mother._ + +[_The other three women watch the two leave the room, then turn and look +at each other._ + +BLANCHE. We'll manage somehow, only I think it would be easier for us to +discuss all practical matters by _ourselves_. + +RUTH. And I want you to understand this, girls,--I represent your dear +father; half of everything I have is yours, and you must promise me +always to come to me for everything. + +[STERLING _enters suddenly Left._ + +[_He is a man of thirty-eight or forty, a singularly attractive +personality; he is handsome and distinguished. His hair is grayer than +his years may account for and his manner betrays a nervous system +overtaxed and barely under control. At the moment that he enters he is +evidently laboring under some especial, and only half-concealed, nervous +strain. In spite of his irritability at times with his wife, there is an +undercurrent of tenderness which reveals his real love for_ BLANCHE. + +STERLING. Oh, you're all here! Have I missed old Mason? + +RUTH. Yes, but Blanche will tell you what he had to say. I'm going +upstairs to try and pacify your mother. We mustn't forget she has a hard +time ahead of her. + +[_She goes out Right with_ JESSICA. + +STERLING. I suppose Mason came about the will and your father's affairs? + +BLANCHE. Yes, you ought to have been here. + +STERLING. [_Irritably._] But I couldn't--I told you I couldn't! + +BLANCHE. Do you realize, dear, that you haven't been able to do +_anything for me_ for a long time? Lately, even I hardly ever _see_ +you--I stay home night after night alone. + +STERLING. That's your own fault, dear; Ned Warden's always ready to take +you anywhere you like. + +BLANCHE. [_With the ghost of a jest._] But do you think it's quite right +for me to take up all Mr. Warden's time? + +STERLING. Why not, if he likes it? + +BLANCHE. And don't you think people will soon talk? + +STERLING. Darling! People always talk, and who cares! + +BLANCHE. It's months since you showed me any sign of affection, and now +when my heart is hungrier than ever for it,--you know how I loved my +father,--I long for sympathy from _you_, and you haven't once thought to +take me, your wife, in your arms and hold me close and comfort me. + +STERLING. I'm sorry, old girl, I'm really sorry. [_Embracing her +affectionately._] And surely you know I don't love any other woman in +the world but you. [_He kisses her._] It's only because I've been +terribly worried. I don't want to bother you with business, but I've +been in an awful hole for money. I tried to make a big coup in Wall +Street the other day and only succeeded getting in deeper, and for the +last few days I've been nearly distracted. + +BLANCHE. Why didn't you tell me? + +STERLING. I thought I'd get out of it with this Consolidated Copper +without worrying you. + +BLANCHE. You were in that, too? + +STERLING. How do you mean I, "too"? + +BLANCHE. Mr. Mason has just told us _father_ lost everything in it. + +STERLING. [_Aghast._] You don't mean your father hasn't left any money? + +BLANCHE. Nothing. + +STERLING. [_Forgetting everything but what this means to him._] Nothing! +But I was counting on your share to save me! What did the damned old +fool mean? + +BLANCHE. Dick! + +STERLING. Forgive me, I didn't mean to say that. + +BLANCHE. Oh, _who are you_! _What_ are you! You are not the man I +thought when I married you! Every day something new happens to frighten +me, to threaten my love for you! + +STERLING. No, no, don't say that, old girl. + +[_He tries to take her hand._ + +BLANCHE. What right have you to criticise my father, to curse him--and +to-day! + +STERLING. I don't know what I'm saying, Blanche. Try to forgive me. I +wouldn't have thought of such a thing as his money to-day if it wasn't +the only thing that can save me from--disgrace. + +[_His voice sinking almost to a whisper and the man himself sinking into +a chair._ + +BLANCHE. Disgrace! How? What disgrace? + +[_Going to him._ + +STERLING. I can't explain it; you wouldn't understand. + +BLANCHE. You must explain it! _Your_ disgrace is _mine_. + +STERLING. [_Alarmed at having said so much, tries to retract a little._] +Disgrace was too strong a word--I didn't mean that. I'm in trouble. I'm +in trouble. Good God, can't you see it? And if you love me, why don't +you leave me alone? + +BLANCHE. How can I go on loving you without your confidence?--without +ever being suffered to give you any sympathy? Doll wives are out of +fashion, and even if they weren't, I could never be one. + +STERLING. [_Laughing._] My dear, I'd never accuse you of being stuffed +with sawdust. + +BLANCHE. Oh, and now you joke about it. Take care, Dick. + +STERLING. What's this, a threat? + +BLANCHE. Yes, if you like to call it that. You've been putting me more +and more completely out of your life; take care that I don't finish your +work and go the last step. + +STERLING. [_Seizing her roughly by the wrist._] The last step! What do +you mean by that? [_Holding her hand more roughly._] _You dare_ to be +unfaithful to me! + +BLANCHE. What! You could think I meant that! Ugh! How could you? + +STERLING. Well, what did you mean then? Eh? + +[_Pulling her up close to him, her face close to his. She realizes first +by the odor, then by a searching look at his face, that he is partly +under the influence of liquor._ + +BLANCHE. [_With pathetic shame._] Let me go! I see what's the matter +with you, but the reason is no excuse; you've been drinking. + +STERLING. [_Dropping her hand._] Ugh! The usual whimper of a woman! + +[RUTH _reënters Right._ + +RUTH. Well, Blanche, dear, your mother's in a calmer frame of mind, and +I must go. Dick, can you lunch with me to-morrow? + +STERLING. [_Hesitating, not caring about it._] Er--to-morrow?--er-- + +RUTH. Oh, only for business. I must have a new business man now to do +all that _he_ did for me, and I'm going to try to make up to you for not +having been always your--_best_ friend, by putting my affairs in _your_ +hands. + +BLANCHE. [_Serious, uneasy, almost frightened._] Aunt Ruth-- + +[_She stops._ + +RUTH. What, dear? + +BLANCHE. Nothing. + +[_She gives_ STERLING _a searching, steady look and keeps her eyes upon +him, trying to read his real self._ + +RUTH. [_Continues to_ STERLING.] Mr. Mason is coming to me in the +morning, and if you will lunch with me at one, I will then be able to +give all the papers over to you. + +[STERLING, _who up to this time has been almost dumbfounded by this +sudden good fortune, now collects himself, and speaks delightedly but +with sufficient reserve of his feelings._ BLANCHE _does not take her +eyes from_ STERLING'S _face._ + +STERLING. Aunt Ruth, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I will +do my best. + +BLANCHE. [_Quickly._] Promise her, Dick, before me--give her your word +of honor--you will be faithful to Aunt Ruth's trust. + +[_He answers_ BLANCHE'S _look steadily with a hard gaze of his own._ + +RUTH. His acceptance of my trust is equal to that, Blanche. + +BLANCHE. It is of course, isn't it, Dick? + +STERLING. Of course. + +[BLANCHE _is not content, but has to satisfy herself with this._ + +RUTH. To-morrow at one, then. + +[_She starts to go._ + +[JORDAN _enters Left._ + +JORDAN. Mr. Warden. + +RUTH. I can't wait. Good-by. + +[_She goes out Left._ + +BLANCHE. We will see Mr. Warden. + +JORDAN. Yes, madam. + +[_He goes out Left._ + +STERLING. Blanche, go to your mother and ask her to see Ned to thank +him. I want a minute's talk with him if you don't mind. + +BLANCHE. [_Pathetically._] What difference does it make, Dick, if I _do_ +mind? + +STERLING. Don't say that, old girl, and don't think it. + +BLANCHE. Dick, you _are_ honest, aren't you? + +STERLING. [_Without flinching._] What a question, Blanche! + +[JORDAN _enters Left announcing "Mr. Warden."_ WARDEN _enters, and_ +JORDAN _goes out._ + +[EDWARD WARDEN, _though in reality scarcely younger than_ STERLING, +_looks at least ten years his junior. He is good-looking, practical, a +reasoning being, and self-controlled. He is a thorough American, with +the fresh and strong ideals of his race, and with the feeling of romance +alive in the bottom of his heart._ + +STERLING. [_In enormous relief, greets him joyfully._] Ned, what do you +think! The greatest news going! + +BLANCHE. Dick! + +STERLING. Excuse me, Blanche, I forgot; but Ned will know how I can't +help being glad. + +[WARDEN _goes to_ MRS. STERLING. + +BLANCHE. [_Shaking_ NED'S _hand._] And Mr. Warden knows nothing could +make me "_glad_" to-day. Thank you for all your kindness-- + +WARDEN. Don't thank me; it was nothing. + +BLANCHE. Yes, please let me thank you all I can; it won't be half what I +feel, but I want to know that you know even my silence is full of +gratitude for all you've done for my mother, sisters, and me. + +STERLING. Yes, we're all immensely indebted to you, Ned, old man. + +BLANCHE. I will tell mother. I know she wants to see you. + +[_She goes out Right._ + +STERLING. [_Speaking with suppressed excitement and uncontrollable +gladness, unable to keep it back any longer._] Ned, my wife's aunt, Miss +Hunter, has put all her business in my hands. + +WARDEN. Made you her agent? + +STERLING. Yes! What a godsend! Hunter didn't leave a cent. + +[_A moment's pause of astonishment._] + +WARDEN. What do you mean? + +STERLING. It seems he's been losing for a long time. Everything he had +he lost in the copper crash. + +WARDEN. But this is awful! What will Mrs. Hunter and her two young +daughters do? + +STERLING. I don't know. I hadn't thought of that. + +WARDEN. You'll have to think of it. + +STERLING. I? + +WARDEN. Of course you'll have to help them. + +STERLING. I can't! Look here, I didn't tell you the truth about my +affairs last week, when I struck you for that loan. + +WARDEN. You don't mean to say you weren't straight with me? + +STERLING. Oh, I only didn't want to frighten you till I'd got the money; +if you had made me the loan, I'd have owned up afterwards all right +enough. + +WARDEN. Owned up what? + +STERLING. That I told you a pack of lies--that I haven't any +security!--that I haven't anything but _debts_. + +WARDEN. [_Strongly._] Good things to borrow on! Look here, Dick, how +long have we been friends? + +STERLING. Since that day at boarding school when you took a licking for +something I did. + +WARDEN. What I mean is we were pals at school, chums at college, stanch +friends for twenty years. + +STERLING. Hell! Are we as old as all that? + +WARDEN. Inseparable friends till the last two years. + +[STERLING'S _eyes shift._ + +STERLING. I've been overworked lately, and everything has gone wrong! + +WARDEN. [_Comes up to him, and speaks firmly but still friendly._] You +_yourself_ have _gone wrong_! + +STERLING. [_On the defensive._] What do you mean? + +WARDEN. Why did you take your business out of my hands? + +STERLING. The law didn't pay me enough. I thought I'd try a little +amateur stockbroking. + +[_Smiling insincerely._ + +WARDEN. You didn't want _me to know_ what you were doing! + +STERLING. Rats! + +WARDEN. You didn't want me to know what funds--_whose_ funds--you were +using--_mis_using. + +STERLING. [_Ugly._] What! + +WARDEN. Whose money you were gambling with! + +STERLING. Have you been spying on me? + +WARDEN. Your _wife's_ money! + +STERLING. Well, she's _my_ wife, and you don't know what you're talking +about! + +[_He turns from him and picks up a book from the table upside down and +pretends to read it._ + +WARDEN. You stole from me once when you were a boy! + +STERLING. No! I didn't! + +[_Throwing the book down._ + +WARDEN. You lie! Do you hear me? _You lie!_ [_He waits a second._ +STERLING _does nothing._] I was never sure till to-day! I fought against +ever thinking it, believing my suspicions were an injustice to you, but +little things were always disappearing out of my rooms--finally, even +money. Lately, that old suspicion has come back with a fuller force, and +to-day it became a certainty. + +STERLING. How to-day? + +WARDEN. Because if it weren't true, you'd have knocked me down just now +when I called you first a thief and _twice_ a liar! + +[_He stands squarely facing him._ STERLING _stands facing him also, +surprised, taken off his guard._ + +STERLING. Oh, come, you're joking! [WARDEN _makes an angry +exclamation._] Why're you telling me all this now? + +WARDEN. Because I want you to be careful. I want you to know some one is +watching you! Some one who knows what you've come to! Some one who knows +you can't resist temptation! Some one who knows money not yours _has_ +stuck to your fingers! + +STERLING. You mind your own business. + +WARDEN. I'll mind _yours_ if it's necessary to protect people who are +dear to me! + +[STERLING _looks at him with a sudden suspicion._ + +STERLING. [_Insinuatingly._] I didn't know you were particularly +attached to Mrs. Hunter. + +WARDEN. I'm not. + +STERLING. Or to her two unmarried daughters! + +WARDEN. Nor am I! + +STERLING. [_With whispered intensity._] By God, if you are in love with +my wife! + +WARDEN. If you thought that out loud, I'd knock you down! + +STERLING. Huh! you talk as if you thought I were a coward! + +WARDEN. No, not a _physical_ coward--I've seen you do too many plucky +things--but a _moral_ coward--yes, you are one! + +[_Straight to him, standing close and looking him squarely in the eyes._ + +STERLING. [_Wavering._] Oh, you're too damned preachy! + +[MRS. HUNTER _enters Right with_ CLARA. MRS. HUNTER _shakes hands with_ +WARDEN _silently, happy in the feeling that she is in great affliction, +and satisfied with the appearance and impression she is making. She +carries her handkerchief, with its black border, ready in her hand._ +CLARA _has silently shaken hands with_ WARDEN, _after her mother. She +afterwards goes to_ STERLING _and hands him several of the letters of +condolence. She then goes to the window at Left, pulling aside the +curtain, and stands looking out, rather bored, wishing she could go out +and take a walk._ + +MRS. HUNTER. We will never forget your kindness. Will the evening papers +have anything in, do you think? + +WARDEN. No, not before morning. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Sighs._] Every one was there. + +STERLING. Where's Blanche? + +MRS. HUNTER. Upstairs. She said she was going after Aunt Ruth. + +STERLING. [_Frightened._] After Aunt Ruth? [_Strongly._] What for? + +MRS. HUNTER. I don't know. [_Whimpering._] I'm not considered in the +family any longer! + +STERLING. I shall stop and take her home. + +[JORDAN _enters._ + +JORDAN. Will you see visitors, madam? + +STERLING. No. + +[_He goes out Right._ + +MRS. HUNTER. "No"? Yes, we will! I need to see some one, or I shall +break down. Go upstairs, Clara! + +CLARA. No, _why_ need I? + +MRS. HUNTER. You're not out yet. + +CLARA. I don't care! At this rate I'll never get "out." Who are they, +Jordan? + +JORDAN. Miss Sillerton, Miss Godesby, and Mr. Trotter, miss. + +WARDEN. I must go, Mrs. Hunter. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Relieved._] So sorry. Could you go straight to Mr. Mason? +He wishes to see you? + +[_Shaking hands._ + +WARDEN. Certainly. + +MRS. HUNTER. Thank you. + +[WARDEN _inclines his head to_ CLARA. + +CLARA. [_Lightly._] Good-by! + +[WARDEN _goes out Left._ + +MRS. HUNTER. I don't think we ought to receive Mr. Trotter. + +CLARA. Pshaw! why not? If there's really any idea of my mar-- + +[_She stops short, silenced by a look from her mother and an indication +toward_ JORDAN. + +MRS. HUNTER. Show them up, Jordan. [JORDAN _bows and goes out._] How do I +look, dear? + +[_Arranges her handkerchief._ + +CLARA. [_Looking in the mirror._] How do I? + +MRS. HUNTER. [_With her back to_ CLARA.] I asked you first how _I_ +looked! + +CLARA. [_Not observing._] Oh, you're all right, how am I? + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Not looking at_ CLARA.] Charming! We'll go upstairs and +come down again; I don't think it nice to be found here as if we were +expecting visitors. + +[_They go out Right._ + +[JORDAN _steps into the room to announce the visitors, and seeing no one +there, bows as the three pass him._ + +JORDAN. The ladies will be down at once. + +[_He goes out Right._ + +[_The three turn, looking about the room with curiosity, as if the +funeral might have made some difference in the house._ + +[MISS SILLERTON _is a handsome, attractive woman, most fashionably +dressed and perfectly conventional in character and intelligence._ MISS +GODESBY _is a little slow, more assertive, sharper of tongue, more +acutely intelligent, and equally smartly dressed. She has still a +remnant of real, sincere feeling buried under a cynical mask which her +life in a fast set has developed for her self-preservation._ TROTTER _is +a foolish young person, meaning well enough according to his lights, +which are not of the biggest and brightest._ + +TROTTER. Classy house altogether! + +MISS SILLERTON. Mrs. Hunter went to the most expensive decorator in +town, and told him, no matter what it cost, to go ahead and do his +_worst_! + +[_They all laugh and seat themselves comfortably._ + +TROTTER. Say! The youngest daughter is a good looker--very classy. + +MISS SILLERTON. That's the one we told you about, the one we want you to +marry. + +MISS GODESBY. Yes, with your money and her cleverness, she'll rubber +neck you into the smartest push in town! + +TROTTER. You've promised I shall know the whole classy lot before +spring. + +MISS GODESBY. So you will if you do as we tell you. But you mustn't let +society see that you _know_ you're getting in; nothing pleases society +so much as to think you're a blatant idiot. It makes everybody feel +you're their equal--that's why you get in. + +TROTTER. I've got a coach and can drive four-in-hand. I've an automobile +drag, and the biggest private yacht in the world building. I'm going to +have the most expensive house in Long Island, where the oysters come +from, and I've bought a lot in Newport twice as big as the swellest +fellow's there. I've got a house in London and a flat in Paris, and I +make money fly. I think I ought to be a cinch as a classy success. + +MISS GODESBY. Don't be a yap; flag Clara Hunter and you're all right! + +MISS SILLERTON. Her father's position was the best in this country! + +TROTTER. But he's dead. + +[_Sitting._ + +MISS GODESBY. A good thing for you, for he would never have stood for +you! + +TROTTER. He'd have had to--or do without me as a son-in-law--I wouldn't +marry the Venus of Milo if her father didn't think I was good enough. +I'm no Dodo bird! + +MISS GODESBY. It's up to you now, Trotter! Go in and win. + +[_Enter_ TOMPSON _Right; a decided change takes place in all their +manners._ + +TOMPSON. Madam will be down at once, miss. + +MISS SILLERTON. Thank you. + +[TOMPSON _goes out Right._ + +MISS GODESBY. Only stay a minute or two, Trotty--we're doing our best +for you, but we must look out for ourselves, too, and we've come here +to-day on business. + +MISS SILLERTON. How'll we ever get the subject on to clothes? + +MISS GODESBY. Humph! Do you think you can talk five minutes with Mrs. +Hunter and not hit that topic? It's a bull's eye! + +TROTTER. I don't see where I'm going to come into this classy +conversation. + +MISS GODESBY. You see, Trotty, they brought over piles of clothes from +Europe this year, and we want to get hold of them before any one else +has a chance--get 'em cheap before they have an idea anybody else'll buy +them. + +TROTTER. Who buy what? + +MISS SILLERTON. _We_--buy their winter clothes. + +TROTTER. For Heaven's sake! + +MISS GODESBY. Laugh, you silly! I heard the Reed girls planning to come +to-morrow. They didn't dare come to-day. Those girls haven't any sand! +They're always getting left. + +TROTTER. You two _are_ Dodo birds! + +MISS GODESBY. I say, Eleanor, you're such a lobster about prices and +Mrs. Hunter's no idiot, we'd better agree on some sort of a signal! +Listen! if you like a gown very much, ask the price, then say to me, "My +dear, your hat pin is coming out." And if I think it's a bargain, I'll +say, "So it is, thank you; won't you put it in for me?" And if I think +Mrs. Hunter's trying to stick you, I'll say "No, it isn't; it's always +like that." + +MISS SILLERTON. All right. + +[MRS. HUNTER _and_ CLARA _enter Right. The manner of_ MISS SILLERTON +_and_ MISS GODESBY _changes immediately. They speak with rather subdued +voices, in the tone of conventional sympathy which is usually adopted on +such occasions._ MRS. HUNTER _also assumes the manner of a martyr to +grief._ CLARA _is casual and hard._ + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Shakes hands with_ MRS. HUNTER.] Dear Mrs. Hunter. + +[_She kisses her._ + +Clara, dear. + +[_She kisses her._ + +[MISS GODESBY _goes to_ MRS. HUNTER _and shakes hands while_ MISS +SILLERTON _crosses to_ CLARA; _Trotter shakes hands with_ MRS. HUNTER +_as_ MISS GODESBY _goes to_ CLARA. + +TROTTER. I hope you don't think my coming an intrusion. + +MRS. HUNTER. Not at all. + +MISS GODESBY. I felt we must stop in for a few minutes to give you our +love and sympathy and find out how you are. + +MRS. HUNTER. I've been through a terrible strain. My loss is even +greater than I could ever possibly imagine. + +CLARA. [_Who misinterprets her mother's remark._] Yes, indeed, I should +say it was! + +[MRS. HUNTER _stops her with a warning look._ + +MRS. HUNTER. But every one has been most kind. _Lady Hopeton_ sent me a +beautiful long letter to-day. + +MISS GODESBY. And I'm glad to find you looking so well. Black _suits_ +you! + +[_She exchanges a knowing glance with_ MISS SILLERTON. + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, I don't know, Julia; I've always thought black very +_trying_ for me. + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, _no! every one's_ saying _just_ the reverse! + +MRS. HUNTER. But--I suppose clothes don't interest you, Mr. Trotter? + +TROTTER. Oh, yes, they do, out of sight! + +CLARA. Well, I wish you could have seen the beautiful things we brought +over with us! + +MISS SILLERTON. Julia and I were just speaking about it, and pitying you +from the bottom of our hearts. + +[MISS SILLERTON _and_ MISS GODESBY _again exchange surreptitious +glances._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Every one's been most kind. + +[_There is an awkward pause for a moment, no one knowing quite what to +say. Both_ MISS GODESBY _and_ MISS SILLERTON _have started the +conversation in the direction of clothing and are fearful of the topic +being changed. As the pause becomes embarrassing, they look helplessly +from one to the other, and all five, suddenly and at once, make an +ineffectual effort to say something--or nothing. Out of the general +confusion_ MRS. HUNTER _comes to the front, mistress of the situation._] +Are you going to stay in New York this winter, Mr. Trotter? + +TROTTER. Yes, I'm negotiating for one of the biggest classy building +plots on upper Fifth Avenue. + +CLARA. [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] I saw in the papers you were at the dance +last night. + +[MISS GODESBY _nods and motions surreptitiously to_ TROTTER _to go. He, +however, doesn't understand._ + +MRS. HUNTER. [_With interest again in life._] Oh, _were you?_ What did +you wear? + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, dowdy old things. I haven't bought my winter frocks +yet. + +[_She repeats this casually as if to herself._ + +[MISS SILLERTON _motions to_ TROTTER _to go, but he has forgotten and +still doesn't understand._ + +TROTTER. What? + +MISS GODESBY. You warned us not to let you forget your engagement! + +TROTTER. What engagement? + +MISS SILLERTON. How do we know! we only know you said you _had_ to go! + +TROTTER. Never said so! Oh! [_As it dawns upon him._] Oh, yes! of +course. [_He rises._] Very sorry--must be off. Only dropped in--er--that +is, came in to express my respectful sympathy. + +[_Shaking hands with_ MRS. HUNTER. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Who rises._] I hope you will come and see us again. + +CLARA. Do! It'll be a godsend! We'll be dull as ditchwater here this +winter! + +TROTTER. I shall be delighted to call again. Good-by. [_He bows to +Clara. In his embarrassment he starts to shake hands all over again, +but, realizing his mistake, laughs nervously._] Oh, I have already. + +MISS SILLERTON. Good-by, Trotter. + +MISS GODESBY. Don't forget we're booked with you at Sherry's. + +TROTTER. Whose treat? + +MISS GODESBY. Oh! _Yours_, of course-- + +TROTTER. I say, why can't I stay? I won't interfere. + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, do stay, Mr. Trotter! + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, do stay! + +[_Suggesting by her tone that he mustn't dare to remain._ + +CLARA. Good! + +[TROTTER _remains, and they all settle themselves again for a long +stay._ + +MRS. HUNTER. By the way, you were speaking just now of your winter +frocks. It occurs to me--of course I don't know as I really want to +dispose of them, but--er-- + +[_She hesitates purposely._ + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, _would_ you? [_Rising, she takes a chair nearer to_ +MRS. HUNTER.] You _dear_ thing! + +MRS. HUNTER. The dresses are no use to us now, and when _we're_ out of +mourning--_they'll_ be out of style. You could wear Jess' things +perfectly, Julia. + +MISS SILLERTON. And even something of yours could be made over for us. + +MRS. HUNTER. But I'm so much older than you! + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Thoughtlessly._] Yes, but you never dress +appropriately to your age. + +CLARA. [_Laughing delightedly._] That's pretty good! + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Saves herself._] You know what I mean, you always +_look_ so _youthful_, you _can't_ dress any older. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Rising._] Clara, dear, go upstairs and have Tompson bring +down my Worth dress and Jess' Doucet and your Paquin. [_She goes with_ +CLARA _to the door, Right, and then whispers to her._] If you remember, +don't tell what we paid--we ought to get nearly double out of these +girls--and warn Tompson not to be surprised at anything she hears. + +[MISS GODESBY _and_ MISS SILLERTON _exchange glances._ CLARA _goes out +Right._ + +MRS. HUNTER. It seems as if I had no further interest in clothes, +anyway. + +MISS GODESBY. Don't say that. Every one I've seen this afternoon is +wildly enthusiastic over your mourning. + +MRS. HUNTER. Well, I went straight to Madame O'Hoolihan and gave her +carte blank! + +MISS GODESBY. I wouldn't like to be the ice man when your bill comes +in!--and clothes abroad are so much cheaper. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Thoughtlessly._] Oh, _half!_ + +MISS GODESBY. [_Quickly._] You see you'll be doing us a really great +favor letting us have some of your things! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Realizing her nearly fatal error._] Oh! Oh, +yes--but--er--I must say that _we_ found prices while in Paris _this +year_ rather _atrocious!_ + +[CLARA _reënters Right._ + +CLARA. [_Sighs._] O dear! It breaks my heart not to wear my ball dress, +my dear Julia; it was designed specially for me. I told Marie to put it +on, mama; my clothes fit her perfectly, and I thought it would show so +much better what it is. + +MRS. HUNTER. Here they are. + +[_Rises as_ TOMPSON _enters Right._ + +TOMPSON. Mrs. Hunter's reception gown. + +[_Displaying it._ + +CLARA. Oh, this _is_ a beauty! + +[_She takes the costume and drapes it over a chair._ MISS GODESBY _and_ +MISS SILLERTON _come closer to examine._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Tompson.--[_Taking her to one side, whispers._]--I forget; +do you remember what I paid for this dress? + +TOMPSON. [_Whispers back._] One hundred and sixty dollars, madam. + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, yes. Don't say anything. [_Returning to the others._] +Do you like it? + +MISS SILLERTON. Perfectly lovely! } + } [_At the same time._ +MISS GODESBY. Immensely. It's great! } + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Hesitates._] I forget just what I paid for it, but I +believe it was two hundred dollars. + +[CLARA _half exclaims in astonishment, but on being pinched +surreptitiously on the arm by_ MRS. HUNTER _she grasps the situation and +starts in to do her share._ + +CLARA. Oh, no, mama! I'm sure it was more than that! + +MRS. HUNTER. Well, perhaps it was two--twenty or two--twenty-five. + +TROTTER. That's cheap, isn't it? + +MISS GODESBY. Shut up. + +[TOMPSON'S _face is always a perfect blank, showing no expression or +surprise; she has lived with_ MRS. HUNTER _for many years and "knows her +business."_ + +MISS GODESBY. [_In a very different tone of voice, influenced by the big +price._] Of course, I see it's made of the best material. But it isn't +my color. + +MRS. HUNTER. It's the very latest shade. + +MISS GODESBY. Yes, I know; but I think as you said a little while ago, +perhaps it is a trifle too old for me. + +MRS. HUNTER. I might let you have it for a little less; say one hundred +and eighty. + +MISS GODESBY. Thank you very much. I'll think it over. + +MISS SILLERTON. What's the other? + +CLARA. This is a dinner dress of Jess'. + +[_Holding it up to her own waist._ + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Carried away by the dress._] Oh, lovely,--perfectly +charming,--an adorable gown! + +[MISS GODESBY _pulls her arm and tries to make her less enthusiastic._ + +MISS GODESBY. [_To_ CLARA _and_ MRS. HUNTER.] Excuse me. + +[_She takes_ MISS SILLERTON _to one side and whispers in her ear._ + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Aloud._] I can't help it. I'm crazy about the dress! + +[_Meanwhile_ MRS. HUNTER _and_ TOMPSON _have whispered together._ + +MRS. HUNTER. They said themselves this was the most successful frock +they turned out this autumn. + +MISS SILLERTON. And how much is _this_ one? + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Very quickly, trying not to speak consciously._] This was +two hundred and seventy-five. + +[CLARA _bites her lips in surprise and winks visibly to_ TOMPSON, _who +gives no sign and is otherwise imperturbable._ + +MISS SILLERTON. [_To_ MISS GODESBY, _looking hard at her._] My dear, +your hat pin is coming out! + +MISS GODESBY. [_Looking hard at her._] No, it isn't; it's always like +that. + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Going closer to her, whispers._] Which does that mean? +I forget! + +MISS GODESBY. It's a _gouge_! + +MISS SILLERTON. I can't help it; I can't resist. + +MISS HUNTER. [_Whispers to_ CLARA.] She's going to take it; I wish I'd +asked more. + +MISS SILLERTON. Mrs. Hunter, I'll _take_ the dinner dress! I'm crazy +about it! + +MRS. HUNTER. I'm glad to have you have it; I'm glad to be able to do +you, in a way, a favor. + +[MARIE _at this moment enters dressed in the most exquisite ball dress +of the very latest fashion and looks extremely lovely._ + +CLARA. Here's mine! I could cry to think I'll never wear it! + +MARIE. _Voila_, madame! + +[_A short silence, while the women sit down and drink in the gown._ + +MISS SILLERTON. [_In a subdued voice of awed admiration._] Beautiful! + +MISS GODESBY. Great! + +TROTTER. [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] _I'm_ stuck on the _girl_; introduce me. +She's out of sight! + +[MRS. HUNTER _sighs long and loud,--a sigh of appreciation and +admiration._ MARIE _stands in the centre of the stage facing the +audience._ + +MISS GODESBY. May we see her back? + +CLARA. Her _entire_ back, if she turns around! + +MRS. HUNTER. Turn around, Marie. + +MARIE. _Oui_, madame. + +[_She turns her back--the dress is cut extremely in the back._ + +MISS SILLERTON. Oh! + +MISS GODESBY. Rather! + +MRS. HUNTER. The way everything is made this year. + +MISS GODESBY. I'm afraid my back is rather full of bones. + +CLARA. They told us in Paris, bones were coming in! [_She takes a large +American beauty rose from a vase on the piano and slips it down_ MARIE'S +_back so that the dress seems much less décolleté._] There, never too +late to mend! + +MISS GODESBY. How much is this one? + +[MISS GODESBY _and_ MISS SILLERTON _examine the dress._ + +CLARA. [_Whispers to_ MRS. HUNTER.] You paid two hundred for it! + +MRS. HUNTER. Three hundred dollars. It is really superb. + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Pulling_ MISS GODESBY _around quickly._] My dear, your +hat pin is coming out! + +MISS GODESBY. Don't be absurd! + +MISS SILLERTON. What? + +MISS GODESBY. It's my turn, sit down; you got the last! You won't mind +my being frank, Mrs. Hunter? + +MRS. HUNTER. [_On the defensive._] Certainly not. + +MISS GODESBY. I think the price is too much. + +TROTTER. Oh, go on, pay it! + +MISS GODESBY. Will you sign the check? + +TROTTER. _Excuse me!_ + +CLARA. I'd give twice that if only I could wear it to one ball this +winter! + +MRS. HUNTER. I wouldn't part with it for a penny less. I couldn't afford +to. + +[_The manners and voices of all become a little strained._ + +MISS GODESBY. That is of course your affair. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Politely._] We needn't keep Marie any longer, at any +rate, need we? You can go, Marie, and you too, Tompson. + +[CLARA _and_ MRS. HUNTER _help place the other dresses on_ TOMPSON'S +_arms._ + +MISS SILLERTON. [_To_ MISS GODESBY, _on the opposite side of the room, +in a lowered voice._] I'll take it; I'm willing to pay that. + +MISS GODESBY. Don't you dare interfere! I want the gown, but I know +she'll come down,--if she doesn't, I'll make a bluff at going. Then if +she sticks to her price, I'll come back and pay it. + +[_They turn to_ MRS. HUNTER. + +MISS SILLERTON. Oh, Mrs. Hunter, may I see my dress just one more +minute? + +MRS. HUNTER. Certainly. + +[_She and_ CLARA _come back with the dress._ + +MARIE. [_To_ TOMPSON _by the door at Right._] + +_Vite!_ Come! Come! Jordan 'ave stole ze photograph machine of Mees +Clara, and he make now one pigsher of me in ze dress! + +[_Smiling mischievously, delighted, she goes out Right._ + +MISS SILLERTON. Thank you. + +[_She leaves her dress._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Take this too, Tompson. + +TOMPSON. Yes, madam. + +[MRS. HUNTER _speaks to_ TOMPSON, _aside, and_ CLARA, _near them, +watches the two visitors out of the corner of her eye._ + +MISS GODESBY. [_Aside to_ MISS SILLERTON.] I'll leave my muff; that'll +be a good excuse to come back. + +TROTTER. [_Also in a lowered voice to_ MISS GODESBY.] Dodo! + +[TOMPSON _goes out Right._ + +[MRS. HUNTER _and_ CLARA _come back._ + +MISS GODESBY. You really couldn't take less than three hundred? + +MRS. HUNTER. I wish I could if only for your own sake; but I really +couldn't in justice to myself. + +MISS GODESBY. I'm very sorry--and I'm afraid we must be going now. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Not believing they will go._] Oh, must you? Well, it was +very kind of you to come. + +[MISS GODESBY _leaves her muff upon the table at the Left._ + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Shakes hands with_ MRS. HUNTER.] Good-by. + +[_She goes on to_ CLARA. + +[MISS GODESBY _comes to shake hands with_ MRS. HUNTER. + +MRS. HUNTER. I think you're making a mistake not to take the dress, +Julia dear. + +MISS GODESBY. Perhaps, but I really can't go more than two hundred and +fifty. + +[MRS. HUNTER _looks surreptitiously at_ CLARA, _who slyly shakes her +head to her mother._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, quite impossible! + +MISS GODESBY. Good-by. + +MRS. HUNTER. Good-by. + +MISS GODESBY. Good-by, Clara. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Frightened._] Would you like to see the dress off? + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, my dear, it was as _off_ as I would ever like to see +it. Good-by. + +MRS. HUNTER. Good-by. [MISS SILLERTON _and_ MISS GODESBY _get to doorway +Left._] You _won't_ take it? + +MISS GODESBY. _Can't!_ Good-by. + +CLARA. [_Dryly._] You're forgetting your muff! + +TROTTER. Rubber! + +MISS GODESBY. [_Coming back for it._] How stupid! + +[_She goes away to the door again in silence, which is full of suspense +for all of them. As she reaches the door_ MRS. HUNTER _speaks._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Look here, Julia, don't say another word; you shall have +the dress for two hundred and fifty. + +MISS GODESBY. [_Rushing back, followed by all the others._] You dear! +I'm afraid you think I've been rather nasty! + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, no, of course business is business, and I'd _rather +you_ had it than see it wasted on some of our other friends who'd be +sights in it! + +MISS SILLERTON. Good-by. [_Kisses her this time._] I haven't said half I +feel; you've been in my thoughts all these last few days. + +MRS. HUNTER. Thank you, dear. + +[_Kisses her._ + +MISS GODESBY. Shall we send around for the dresses in the morning? + +MRS. HUNTER. Or I'll send them. + +MISS GODESBY. No, we won't trouble you. + +MISS SILLERTON. Good-by! + +MRS. HUNTER AND CLARA. Good-by! + +[MISS SILLERTON _and_ MISS GODESBY _go out Left, followed by_ TROTTER, +_who has joined in all the good-bys, and upon whom_ CLARA _has more or +less continuously kept her "weather eye."_ + +MRS. HUNTER. I'm perfectly sure if I'd stuck to three hundred, Julia +Godesby would have sent around when she got home and paid it! + +CLARA. I'm glad you didn't run the risk though, for we'll need every +cent we can get now. + +[_She runs her fingers rapidly over the piano keys._ + +[BLANCHE _reënters Right._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Why, I thought you'd gone long ago. + +BLANCHE. Jess begged me to stay with her. Try to understand her, mother; +I think she will miss father more than any of us. + +[JORDAN _enters Left._ + +JORDAN. Mr. Warden has come back, madam. + +[WARDEN _enters Left._ + +WARDEN. Forgive my intruding so soon again, but did Mr. Mason leave a +letter case of Mr. Hunter's here? + +[BLANCHE _begins looking for the case._ + +MRS. HUNTER. I haven't seen it; I'll ask the servants to look. Excuse +me, I'm quite tired out; we've been receiving a long visit of +condolence. + +[_She goes out, Right, with_ CLARA, _who links her arm in her mother's._ + +BLANCHE. [_Finding the case, which has fallen beneath the table._] Here +it is. Dear old pocket-book-- + +[_Her voice breaks on the last word, and turning her face away to hide +her tears, she hands him the well-worn letter case._ + +WARDEN. Mrs. Sterling, I'm glad they left us alone, because Mr. Mason +said he hadn't been able to manage it--to see you alone--and yet he +wanted _you only_ to examine these. They are private papers of Mr. +Hunter; he thought they ought not to be destroyed without being read, +and yet _he_ hesitated to read them. We thought that duty devolved best +upon _you_. [_He hands back the letter case._] Shall I wait and take +back the case to Mr. Mason with the papers you wish him to have? + +BLANCHE. Oh, no, I will send them; I mustn't keep you while I read them. +I'm always taking more of your time than I ought. + +WARDEN. [_Speaks with sincerity, but without any suggestion of +love-making._] But never as much as I want to give you! Don't forget, +Mrs. Sterling, what you promised me at your wedding,--that your +husband's best man should be your best friend. + +BLANCHE. And nobody knows what it means to a woman, even a happily +married woman like me--[_This is spoken with a slight effort, as if she +is persuading herself that she is a happily married woman._]--to have an +honest friend like you. It's those people who have failed that say there +is no such thing as a platonic friendship. + +WARDEN. We'll prove them wrong. + +BLANCHE. We will. Good-by, and thank you. + +WARDEN. And thank _you_! [_Starting to go, he turns._] Shall I bring +that Russian pianist around to play for you some day next week? + +BLANCHE. Do--I want some music. + +WARDEN. Only let me know what day. [_He goes out Left._ BLANCHE _sits by +the table and opens the case. She looks first at a memoranda and reads +what is on the outside._] A business memoranda. Lists of bonds. [_She +opens and looks at the next paper only a second, and then closes it._] +This, Mr. Mason will understand better than I. [_She puts it back in the +pocket case. She finds a photograph in the case._] My picture!--[_She +looks for others, but finds none._]--and _only_ mine! Oh, father!... +[_She wipes away tears from her eyes so as to see the picture, which is +an old one._] Father, I returned _your_ love. [_She reads on the back of +photograph._] "Blanche, my darling daughter, at fourteen years of age!" +That's mine! that's my own! [_And she puts the picture away separately. +She takes up a small packet of very old love-letters tied with faded old +pink tape._] Old letters from mother; they must be her love-letters. She +shall have them,--they may soften her. [_She takes up a slip of paper +and reads on the outside._] This is something for Mason, too. [_She puts +it back in the case. She takes up a sealed envelope, blank._] Nothing on +it, and sealed. [_She looks at it a moment, thinking._] Father, did you +want this opened? If you didn't, why not have destroyed it? Ah! I +needn't be afraid; _you_ had nothing to hide from the world. [_Tearing +it open, she reads._] "I have discovered my son-in-law, Richard +Sterling, in irregular business dealing. He is not honest. I will watch +him as long as I live; but when you read this, Mason, keep your eye upon +him for my daughter's sake. He has been warned by me--he may never trip +again, and her happiness lies in ignorance." [_She starts, and looks +about her to make sure she is alone. She then sits staring ahead for a +few seconds; then she speaks._] My boy's father dishonest! Disgrace--he +owned it--threatening _my_ boy! It mustn't come! It mustn't! _I'll_ +watch now. [_She goes to the fireplace, tearing the paper as she crosses +the room, she burns the letter; then she gathers up the other letters +and the pocket case._] He must give me his word of honor over Richard's +little bed to-night that he will do nothing to ever make the boy ashamed +of bearing his father's name! + +[_She watches to see that every piece of the paper burns, as_ + +THE CURTAIN FALLS + + + + +ACT II + + +_Christmas Eve; fourteen months later; the dining room of the Hunters' +house, which is now lived in jointly by the_ STERLINGS _and_ MRS. HUNTER +_and her daughters. It is a dark wainscoted room, with curtains of +crimson brocade. It is decorated with laurel roping, mistletoe, and +holly, for Christmas. It is the end of a successful dinner party, +fourteen happy and more or less congenial persons being seated at a +table, as follows:_ WARDEN, RUTH, MASON, CLARA, TROTTER, MRS. HUNTER, +BLANCHE, STERLING, MISS SILLERTON, MR. GODESBY, JESSICA, DOCTOR +STEINHART, _and_ MISS GODESBY. _The room is dark on all sides, only a +subdued light being shed on the table by two large, full candelabra with +red shaded candles. As the curtain rises the bare backs of the three +women nearest the footlights gleam out white. Candied fruit and other +sweetmeats are being passed by four men servants, including_ JORDAN +_and_ LEONARD. + + +RUTH. My dear Blanche, what delicious candy! + +MISS SILLERTON. Isn't it! + +MISS GODESBY. Half of the candy offered one nowadays seems made of +_papier-mâché_. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] Julia, do tell me how Mr. Tomlins +takes his wife's divorce? + +MISS GODESBY. He takes it with a grain of salt! + +MRS. HUNTER. But isn't he going to bring a counter suit? + +STERLING. No. + +RUTH. I hope not. I am an old-fashioned woman and don't believe in +divorce! + +MISS GODESBY. Really! But then you're not married! + +MISS SILLERTON. What is the reason for so much divorce nowadays? + +RUTH. Marriage is the principal one. + +BLANCHE. _I_ don't believe in divorce, either. + +MISS SILLERTON. My dear, no woman married to as handsome a man as Mr. +Sterling would. + +TROTTER. You people are all out of date! More people get divorced +nowadays than get married. + +BLANCHE. Too many people do--that's the trouble. I meant what I said +when I was married--"for better, for worse, till death us do +part."--What is the opera Monday? + +TROTTER. Something of Wagner's. He's a Dodo bird! Bores me to death! Not +catchy enough music for me. + +MRS. HUNTER. You'd adore him if you went to Bayreuth. Which was that +opera, Clara, we heard at Bayreuth last summer? Was it _Faust_ or +_Lohengrin_! They play those two so much here I'm always getting them +mixed! + +MISS SILLERTON. Wagner didn't write _Faust_! + +MRS. HUNTER. Didn't he? I thought he had; he's written so many operas +the last few seasons! + +CLARA. I like _Tannhäuser_, because as soon as you hear the "twinkle, +twinkle, little stars" song, you can cheer up and think of your wraps +and fur boots. + +TROTTER. My favorite operas are _San Toy_ and the _Roger Brothers_, +though I saw _Florodora_ thirty-six times! + +BLANCHE. Mother would have gone with you every one of those thirty-six +_Florodora_ times. She's not really fond of music. + +MRS. HUNTER. Not fond of music! Didn't I have an opera box for four +years? + +TROTTER. Why doesn't Conried make some arrangement with Weber and Fields +and introduce their chorus into _Faust_ and _Carmen_? + +DR. STEINHART. Great idea! [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] Did you get a lot of +jolly presents? + +MISS GODESBY. Not half bad, especially two fine French bulls! + +[_All are laughing and talking together._ + +BLANCHE. What did you get, Mr. Warden? + +WARDEN. Three copies of "David Harum," two umbrellas, and a cigar case +too short for my cigars. + +MISS GODESBY. Give it to me for cigarettes. + +WARDEN. It's too long for cigarettes. Then I had something that's either +a mouchoir or a handkerchief case, or for neckties, or shaving papers, +or something or other. + +TROTTER. Yes, I know, I got one of those, too. + +DR. STEINHART. So did I! + +BLANCHE. I must start the women; we are coming back here to arrange a +surprise for you men. + +[_She nods her head in signal to_ STERLING, _and rises. All rise._ + +STERLING. One moment please. One toast on Christmas night! Ned, give us +a toast. + +ALL THE WOMEN. [_But not in unison._] Oh, yes! A toast! [_Ad lib._] + +WARDEN. [_Holding up his glass._] + +Here's to those whom we love! And to those who love us! And to those who +love those whom we love And to those who love those who love us! + +ALL THE MEN. [_Not in unison._] Good! Bravo! Bully toast! [_Ad lib._] + +[_Every one drinks._ + +BLANCHE. One more toast, Dick. [_To the others._] Christmas Day is our +boy's birthday. + +RUTH. Surely! a toast to Richard! + +STERLING. Long life to Master Sterling, the best boy in the world, and +to all his good friends at this table. + +THE MEN. Hear! Hear! + +[_All the women speak their next speeches at the same time._ + +BLANCHE. [_Laughing._] Of course! I've dropped my handkerchief.} + } +[NED _dives under the table for it._ } + } +MISS SILLERTON. O dear, my fan! } + } +MISS GODESBY. What a bore! I've dropped a glove! } + } +[STEINHART _goes under the table for it._ } + } +CLARA. Both my gloves gone--I'm so sorry! } + } +[GODESBY _goes under the table for them._ } + } +MRS. HUNTER. Dick, please, I've dropped my smelling bottle. } [ALL + } _together_] +[TROTTER _and_ STERLING _go under the table for it._ } + } +RUTH. My gloves, please, I'm so sorry! } + } +[MASON _goes under the table for them._ } + } +[_The speeches of the women are simultaneous, followed } +by the movements of the men also, all at the same time._ } + +BLANCHE. Please don't bother; the servants-- + +LEONARD, JORDAN _and, two extra men start to hunt under the table, too._ + +MISS GODESBY. Women ought to have everything they own fastened to them +with rubberneck elastics. + +[_The men, somewhat flustered, all rise with the various articles, and +offer them to their respective owners._ + +[_All the women thank the men profusely, and apologize at the same +time._ STERLING _takes_ MRS. HUNTER _out at back, followed by all the +other couples, all talking._ RUTH _and_ MASON _lag behind._ + +RUTH. [_To_ BLANCHE, _who with_ WARDEN _waits for_ RUTH _and_ MASON _to +pass._] I want just a minute with Mr. Mason, Blanche. [BLANCHE _and_ +WARDEN _pass out before her._ RUTH _is alone with_ MASON. _She speaks as +if she were carrying on a conversation that had been interrupted. She +speaks in a lowered voice, indicating the private nature of what she has +to say._] I sent him imperative word yesterday I must have the bonds. I +told him I wanted one to give to his wife for Christmas. He pretends +to-day he didn't receive this letter, but he must have. + +MASON. This makes the third time there has been some excuse for not +giving you the bonds? + +RUTH. Yes, and this letter he says he didn't get was sent to his office +by hand. + +MASON. I'll speak to him before I leave. + +[_They go out at back._ + +[_As they pass out,_ JORDAN _stands by the doorway holding the curtains +back. The other three men stand stiffly at the Right. As_ MASON _and_ +RUTH _go out, the_ SERVANTS _relax and exchange glances, each giving a +little laugh out loud, except_ JORDAN. _During the following dialogue +they empty the table preparatory to arranging the room for the Christmas +tree._ + +JORDAN. Sh! A very dull dinner, not an interesting word spoke. + +FIRST FOOTMAN. The widder seemed chipper like! + +LEONARD. And did you get on to the old lady's rig-out; mourning don't +hang very heavy on her shoulders. + +[_One chair is moved back._ + +JORDAN. [_To_ FIRST FOOTMAN.] Get the coffee. [_He goes out Right. To_ +LEONARD.] Get the smoking lay-out! + +[LEONARD _goes out Right and brings back a silver tray laden with +cigarettes, cigar boxes, and a burning alcohol lamp._ + +LEONARD. If you ask me, I think she's going to put a bit more on the +matrimonial mare if she gets the chance. + +JORDAN. It's none of your business. You're _Mrs. Sterling's_ servant +now. + +LEONARD. Good thing, too; it was a happy day for us when _they_ moved +in. + +FIRST FOOTMAN. [_Reënters with the coffee._] Say, did you see how that +young feller over there [_Motioning to the lower right-hand corner of +the table._] shovelled the food in? + +LEONARD. And the way he poured down the liquid--regular hog! My arm's +tired a-filling of his glass. + +[_And he drinks a glass of champagne which has been left untouched by a +guest._ + +JORDAN. He ain't nobody; he hasn't any money; he was just asked to fill +up. He's one of these yere singing chaps what's asked to pass the time +after dinner with a song or two _gratis_. This dinner'll last him for +food for a week! + +_Their manners suddenly change as the men reënter and take seats about +the two ends of the table._ STERLING, MASON, _and_ DOCTOR _down Left +form one group. The other men are in a group between the window and the +other end. On entering_ STERLING _speaks._ + +STERLING. Jordan, for heaven's sake, give us something to see by! You +can't tell which end of your cigar to light in this confounded woman's +candle-light. If I had my way, I'd have candelabras made of Welsbachs! + +TROTTER. Bright idea, Sterling. + +[STERLING, _laughing, joins his group, who laugh gently with him._ +JORDAN _turns on the electric light. The servants pass the coffee, +liqueurs, and the cigars and cigarettes. Meanwhile the following +dialogue takes place, the men beginning to talk at once on their +entrance._ + +STERLING. Mr. Mason, I'd like to ask your honest opinion on something if +you'll give it me. + +MASON. Certainly. + +STERLING. This Hudson Electric Company. + +DR. STEINHART. Oh! Dropped fearfully to-day. + +STERLING. But that can happen easily with the best thing. To-morrow-- + +MASON. [_Interrupting._] To-morrow it will drop to its _very bottom_! + +STERLING. I don't believe it. + +DR. STEINHART. Surely, Mr. Mason, the men who floated that are too +clever to ruin _themselves_? + +MASON. They're out of it. + +STERLING. Out of it! + +MASON. They got out last week quietly. + +STERLING. But-- + +MASON. Mark my words, the day after to-morrow there'll be several +foolish people ruined, and _not one of the promoters of that company +will lose a penny_! + +STERLING. I don't believe it! + +[_The crowd at the other end of the table, who have been listening to a +tale from_ TROTTER, _laugh heartily._ + +TROTTER. [_Delighted with his success._] I'm no Dodo bird! + +[WARDEN _leaves this group casually and joins the other._ + +MASON. [_To_ STERLING.] Don't tell me _you're_ in it? + +STERLING. [_Ugly._] Yes, I am in it! + +MASON. Not _much?_ + +STERLING. Yes, _much!_ + +WARDEN. Much what? + +STERLING. Oh, nothing; we were just discussing stocks. + +WARDEN. And up there they're discussing Jeffreys and Fitzsimmons. + +MASON. Listen, Dick, after a lifelong experience in Wall Street, I defy +any broker to produce one customer who can show a profit after three +consecutive years of speculation. + +STERLING. Oh, you're too conservative; nothing venture, nothing have. +Excuse me, I think Jeffreys and Fitzsimmons more amusing topics. Come +along. + +[STERLING _and_ DR. STEINHART _join the other group Right._ + +MASON. [_To_ WARDEN.] You're Sterling's broker. + +WARDEN. No, not for over a year. + +MASON. Then you can't tell me how deep he is in this Hudson Electric +swindle? + +WARDEN. Is he in it at all? + +MASON. Yes, he says, deep. + +WARDEN. I suspected it yesterday. + +MASON. But what with--his wife's money? + +WARDEN. That went fourteen months ago. I put him on his feet then, gave +him some tips that enabled him to take this house with her mother, so +that with his regular law business he ought to have done very well, but +his living could not leave one cent over to speculate with. + +MASON. [_To himself._] Good God! + +WARDEN. I know what you're afraid of. + +MASON. No! + +WARDEN. Yes. The reason I'm no longer his broker is he was ashamed to +let me know about his dealings. + +MASON. But you don't mean you think he'd actually _steal_! + +WARDEN. His _aunt's_ money? Why not? _He did his wife's!_ + +MASON. Does he handle any one else's affairs? + +WARDEN. I know he takes care of that Godesby woman's property. + +MASON. And she wouldn't hold her tongue if a crash came! + +WARDEN. Not for a minute! Is Miss Hunter suspicious? + +MASON. Yes. Does Sterling realize that to-morrow he will most probably +be a ruined cheat? + +WARDEN. Very likely. + +MASON. If he made up his mind to-night it was all up with him, he might +do--what? + +WARDEN. Run away with whatever money he has left, or kill himself. I +don't know if he's enough of a coward for that or not. There's _one_ +hold on him--he loves his wife. + +MASON. Which will make him all the more ashamed of discovery. Do you +believe she suspects? + +WARDEN. Not a bit. She loves him too dearly. + +MASON. Can _we_ do anything? + +WARDEN. Nothing but watch him closely till the people go. Then force him +to make a clean breast of it, so we can all know where we stand; how we +can best protect his aunt from ruin and his wife and boy from public +disgrace. + +MASON. He is watching us. + +WARDEN. He knows I know him; we must be careful. He's coming toward us. +[_He then speaks in a different tone, but no louder._] You're certain of +the trustworthiness of your information? + +MASON. Absolutely. Every man left in that concern will be ruined before +the 'Change closes after to-morrow. [STERLING _has joined them in time +to hear the end of_ MASON'S _speech._ MASON _continues._] I am telling +Warden what I told you about the Hudson Electric Company. + +STERLING. Can't you talk of something pleasanter? + +[BLANCHE _reënters at back. On her entrance all the men rise. The +servants finish preparing the room for the tree._ + +BLANCHE. I'm very sorry--I really can't let you men stay here any +longer. + +ALL THE MEN. Why not? How's that? [_Ad lib._] + +BLANCHE. You know we want to get this room ready for Santa Claus! Dick! +[_She goes to her husband. All the men go out at back in a group led by_ +WARDEN _and_ MASON. _They are all talking and laughing._ BLANCHE _is +left alone with her husband._] What is this Aunt Ruth has been telling +me about not being able to get some bonds from you? + +STERLING. Oh, nothing. I forgot to send them up to her, that's all. + +BLANCHE. But she says she sent three times. + +STERLING. One time too late to get into the vault; and the other, her +letter was mislaid--I mean not given to me. + +BLANCHE. You haven't broken your word to me? + +STERLING. What if I had? + +BLANCHE. I would let the law take its course. + +STERLING. You must love me very little. + +BLANCHE. I _live_ with you. First you robbed me of my respect for you; +then you dried up my heart with neglect. + +STERLING. And our boy? + +BLANCHE. Your blood runs in his veins; your shame and disgrace would be +a fearful warning to him. It might kill _me_; but never mind, if it +_saved him_. + +STERLING. Oh, well, I haven't broken my word! So you needn't worry. I've +been honest enough. + +BLANCHE. [_With a long sigh of relief._] Oh! I hope so! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Appearing in doorway at back._] The men are in the +drawing-room--shall we come _here_? + +BLANCHE. Yes, we'll bring the others, mother. Come, Dick. + +[_She goes out with_ MRS. HUNTER _at back._ + +STERLING. [_Goes to door Right, opens it, and calls._] Leonard! + +[LEONARD _enters Right_ + +LEONARD. Yes, sir? + +STERLING. Go up to my library at the top of the house, get a railroad +guide you will find there, and bring it down and put it on the table in +the hall just outside the drawing-room door. + +LEONARD. Yes, sir. + +STERLING. Then go to my room and pack my bag and dressing case. Do you +understand? + +LEONARD. Yes, sir. + +[_The women are heard singing "Follow the Man from Cook's," and +gradually coming nearer._ + +STERLING. Be quick, and say nothing to any one. + +LEONARD. Yes, sir. + +[_He goes out quickly Right._ STERLING _goes up stage and stands beside +the door at back as the women dance in, singing "Follow the Man from +Cook's." They are led by_ CLARA, _with_ MRS. HUNTER _on the end._ +BLANCHE _and_ RUTH _follow alone, not dancing. The others dance around +the chairs and_ CLARA _jumps on and off one of them; this stops the +rest, who balk at it._ STERLING _goes out at back. The_ SERVANTS _enter +Right._ + +CLARA. I don't care for this dinner party at all. The women are all the +time being chased away from the men! I prefer being with Mr. Trotter. +Don't you, mama? + +MISS SILLERTON. He doesn't seem able to give a dinner party any more +without you to chaperone, Mrs. Hunter. + +BLANCHE. Mother, how can you? + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, I don't know as it's _chaperoning_! I like Mr. Trotter +very much. + +MISS SILLERTON. But he's such a little cad. I tried to give him a lift, +but he was too heavy for me. + +CLARA. Oh, well, you ought just to pretend it's the money in his pocket +makes him so heavy; then you'd find him dead easy. + +[_Meanwhile the_ SERVANTS _have arranged the table, taken out the extra +leaves and made it square, and left the room. They now reënter, bringing +in a gorgeously decorated and lighted Christmas tree. There is at once a +loud chorus of delighted approval from the women. The_ SERVANTS _place +the tree in the centre of the table. The women who are sitting rise and +come near to examine the tree._ + +RUTH. What a beautiful tree, Blanche! + +BLANCHE. The boy is to have it to-morrow morning--it's really _his_ +tree! [TOMPSON _brings in a large basket containing seven small +stockings and six small boys' socks--very small stockings and very small +socks. They are made of bright and different colors and are stuffed into +absurd, bulgy shapes._] There's a name on each one. Come along now! + +[_Taking out a little sock. The women crowd around the basket and each +hangs a sock on the tree,_ MISS GODESBY _and_ CLARA _standing on +chairs._ + +CLARA. [_Reading the name on her sock._] Oh! mine's for Mr. Mason. +What's in it, Blanche? + +BLANCHE. I really can't tell you. I asked the clerk where I bought it +what it was for, and he said he didn't know; it was a "Christmas +present." + +MISS GODESBY. [_Laughing._] Oh, I know the kind! Mine's for Howard +Godesby. What's his present? + +BLANCHE. A silver golf marker. + +MISS GODESBY. But he doesn't play golf! + +BLANCHE. Well, he ought to; it'll keep him young. + +CLARA. It will be all right, anyway, Julia! _You_ can give it away to +some one next Christmas. + +MISS SILLERTON. What's in Mr. Trotter's? + +BLANCHE. Oh, that present has almost been my death! Men are so hard to +find things for! I had put in a gold pencil for his key chain, but +to-night while we were eating our oysters, I saw him show a beauty that +his mother had given him this morning! So I whispered to Jordan between +the soup and fish to change Mr. Ryder's name to Mr. Trotter's stocking, +and put Mr. Trotter's name on the one that had a cigarette case in it. I +sneaked a message down to Dick on my dinner card--was it all right?--and +he sent back word during the game that Trotter only smoked cigars; so +before the ices were passed I shuffled Mr. Trotter's and Mr. Mason's +names,--I'd given Mason the cigar case,--and just as Jordan signalled to +me the transfer had been successfully effected, I heard Trotter casually +observe he'd been obliged to give up smoking entirely--_doctor's +orders_! + +[_They laugh punctiliously, rather bored by_ BLANCHE'S _long account._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Isn't the tree stunning? + +CLARA. [_Getting down from her chair._] It makes the table look like one +of Mr. Trotter's "informal little dinners." + +MISS GODESBY. They say he has one of those men who arrange shop windows +decorate his dinner table for him! + +BLANCHE. The only time I ever dined with him I was really ashamed to go +home with my dinner favor--it was so gorgeous! And there were such big +bunches of violets in the finger bowls there wasn't room for your little +finger. + +MISS GODESBY. You never saw such a lot of decoration! The game have +ribbon garters on their legs, and even the raw oysters wear corsage +bouquets! [_To_ MRS. HUNTER.] I hope you don't mind what we're saying, +Mrs. Hunter? + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Offended._] I must say I do mind very much.--[_A +pause._]--because--[_A second pause._]--well, I am going to marry Mr. +Trotter--[_All, not believing her, laugh merrily._] You are all very +rude! + +MISS GODESBY. Not on the level! Not _Trotter_! + +MISS SILLERTON. Not _really_! + +BLANCHE. No, no, of course not! + +[_She rings bell._ + +MRS. HUNTER. But I _am_! And I thought here at my daughter's table, +among my own friends (I was allowed to name the guests to-night), I +could count on good wishes and congratulations. + +[_There is a dead silence._ + +[_The musicians, a band of Neapolitan players, enter and take their +places in a recess at Left._ + +BLANCHE. [_To the musicians._] You may play. [_To_ JORDAN, _who has +brought in the Neapolitans._] We are ready, Jordan. + +[JORDAN _goes out at back._ + +[RUTH _goes to_ BLANCHE. + +[_The guitars and mandolins begin a popular song._ + +MISS GODESBY. [_To_ MRS. HUNTER.] Oh, well, Mrs. Hunter, we were only +codding! There's lots of good in Trotter, and I'm sure you'll bring it +out. Good luck! + +[_Shaking her hand._ + +RUTH. [_To_ BLANCHE, _aside._] You won't allow this! + +BLANCHE. Certainly not. [BLANCHE _crosses to her mother and they go to +one side together;_ BLANCHE _speaks in a lowered voice._] You've amazed +and shocked me! I will not tolerate such a thing; we'll talk it over +to-night. + +[_She leaves her and returns to her guests_, MRS. HUNTER _standing where +she is left, biting her lips and almost crying with rage and +mortification._ + +MISS GODESBY. [_Before the musicians, to_ BLANCHE _as she joins her._] +I'm crazy about these men, Mrs. Sterling; they play so awfully +well--especially that one with the lovely legs! + +[JORDAN _pulls aside the curtains at back and all the men reënter +except_ WARDEN. _They all join hands and dance around the tree, singing +with the musicians; they break, and go up to a side table, where +everything to drink is displayed._ WARDEN _enters at this moment and +motions to_ MASON _and leads him down stage._ + +WARDEN. There was a railway guide in the hall--that's what he went there +for; he's _going to run away to-night_. + +MASON. How'll we prevent it? + +WARDEN. First, we must break up this party! + +MASON. How? + +WARDEN. I haven't quite thought yet. Go back to the others; send Jordan +to me; don't lose sight of Dick. Jordan! [_He takes him aside._] I want +you to go out of this room for a minute, pretend to go upstairs, then +come back and tell Mrs. Sterling, loud enough for the others to hear +you, that Master Richard is very ill, and say the maid is frightened. + +JORDAN. [_Hesitating._] But-- + +WARDEN. [_Quickly and firmly._] Do as I tell you. I am responsible for +whatever happens. + +[JORDAN _goes out at back. The men and women are laughing and talking +about the sideboard._ + +BLANCHE. Come now, everybody! Let's have the presents. Dick, you know +you are to be Santa Claus. + +[STERLING _looks nervously at his watch._ + +STERLING. Just a minute, dear! Ned! [_Takes_ WARDEN _to one side. The +women move about the tree, hunting for their own names on the stockings +on the table at the foot of the tree._] Ned, I've been suddenly called +out of town on business--must catch the eleven-twenty train. I don't +want to break up the party, so you empty the tree, and when the time +comes for me to go, I'll slip out. + +WARDEN. And when your guests go? + +STERLING. Oh, then you can explain for me. + +[JORDAN _enters at back._ + +JORDAN. [_To_ BLANCHE.] Beg pardon, madam, but Master Richard is very +ill. + +BLANCHE. [_Alarmed._] Richard! + +JORDAN. Yes, ma'am, and Droves is very frightened, ma'am. + +RUTH. Richard ill? + +[_All give exclamations of surprise and regret and sympathy._ + +BLANCHE. My little boy ill? Excuse me, I must go to him. + +[_She hurries out at back._ RUTH _speaks to the musicians, who stop +playing._ + +STERLING. [_Moved._] My boy ill--why, I can't--I can't-- + +WARDEN. "Can't" what? + +STERLING. How can I go away? + +WARDEN. Surely you won't let business take you away from your boy who +may be dying. + +STERLING. No! I won't go! I'll face it out! I can't leave my boy like +this-- + +RUTH. [_Coming to_ STERLING.] I'm going to take these women away; tell +Blanche not to give them a thought. Their evening up to now has been +charming. + +[_During_ RUTH'S _speech_, WARDEN _has spoken aside with_ MASON. + +WARDEN. [_Aside to_ MASON.] Don't let Miss Hunter go. + +RUTH. [_To the other guests._] Come to the drawing-room. + +MRS. HUNTER. I was crazy to see what was in my stocking. + +[_All pass out talking, expressing conventional sympathy on account of_ +RICHARD, _but evidently resenting the breaking up of the party._ +STERLING _and_ WARDEN _are left alone in the room._ STERLING _moves to +go up to back;_ WARDEN _interrupts him._ + +WARDEN. [_To_ STERLING.] Where are you going? + +STERLING. To my boy and my wife. + +WARDEN. Wait a minute; I want to speak to you. + +STERLING. Speak to me later; I can't wait now. + +BLANCHE. [_Off stage, at back, excitedly._] Jordan! [_She enters, +excited, half hysterical._] Jordan! Where is Jordan? It was a lie! What +did he mean? Richard is sleeping sweetly. The maid knows nothing of +being alarmed! Where is Jordan? + +[_She starts to go toward the door Right._ + +WARDEN. [_Stops her._] Mrs. Sterling, he had nothing to do with it! _I_ +told Jordan to say what he said. + +[BLANCHE _turns and looks at_ WARDEN _in astonishment._ + +STERLING. [_Stunned and at once suspicious._] What? + +BLANCHE. But-- + +WARDEN. Forgive me for so cruelly alarming you; it was the only way I +could think of for getting rid at once of your guests! + +STERLING. [_Angry._] You'll interfere once too often in the affairs of +this house. + +BLANCHE. [_Indignant._] But what excuse can you make, Mr. Warden? + +WARDEN. Will you be so good as to ask Miss Hunter and Mr. Mason to come +here? They will explain what I have done, partly, and your husband will +tell you the rest when you come back. + +[STERLING _sneers aloud._ + +BLANCHE. I don't understand, I don't understand. + +[_She goes out at back._ + +STERLING. Well, I _do_ understand, at least enough. + +WARDEN. Good! That spares me a very disagreeable speech. + +STERLING. No, it doesn't! Come out with it! What is it you want? What is +it you've found out? + +WARDEN. From betraying a trust, you've come, in less than two years, to +an outright embezzlement. + +STERLING. Speak out--give us facts! + +WARDEN. You've stolen your aunt's fortune. + +STERLING. _Prove that!_ + +WARDEN. It's _her money_ that's lost in the Hudson Electric Company! + +STERLING. PROVE IT! + +WARDEN. Easy enough, to-morrow. + +STERLING. You've got to excuse your action _to-night_ or _be kicked_ out +of my house! + +WARDEN. [_Strong._] Isn't what I say the truth? + +STERLING. [_Equally strong._] No! And now get out! + +WARDEN. [_Looks at his watch._] I'll not leave this house till it's too +late for you to take that eleven-twenty. + +STERLING. [_More ugly._] Yes, you will and mighty-- + +WARDEN. _No, I'll not!_ + +[_He is interrupted by the entrance of_ BLANCHE, RUTH, _and_ MASON. + +WARDEN. [_To_ BLANCHE.] I _hope_ you forgive me now-- + +BLANCHE. [_Pathetically._] You did right; I thank you. + +STERLING. [_Heartbroken._] Blanche--without hearing a word from me! + +BLANCHE. No, I've come now to hear what _you_ have to say. + +[_A deep-toned clock strikes eleven._ STERLING, _at the second stroke, +takes out his watch with a hurried movement._ + +WARDEN. [_Quickly._] Eleven o'clock. + +STERLING. I wish Warden to leave the room. + +BLANCHE. [_Firmly._] And I wish him to stay. + +[_A short pause._ + +STERLING. Well, of what am I accused? + +WARDEN. Nobody wants to accuse you. We want you to make a clean breast +of it. + +STERLING. Don't you talk to me; let my wife do the talking if you want +me to answer. + +BLANCHE. Sit down, Aunt Ruth. [RUTH _sits by the table_, WARDEN _stands +at back._ STERLING _stands at Right and_ BLANCHE _and_ MASON _sit near +the centre._] Aunt Ruth asks you to give her a true account of her trust +in you. Mr. Mason is here as her friend and my father's. + +STERLING. I haven't said I betrayed her trust. I told her she should +_have_ the bonds she wants to-morrow. + +BLANCHE. But _will_ she? That's what I want to know. I ask you if you +haven't her bonds, to tell us here now,--tell _us_, who have been and +must be still the best friends, perhaps the only friends, you can have. +Tell us where we all stand--are we the only ones to suffer or are there +others who will perhaps be less generous in their treatment of you? Tell +us now while there is time perhaps to save us from public scandal, from +the disgrace which would stamp your wife as the wife of a thief, and +send your boy out into the world the son of a convict cheat. [_She +breaks down, but in a moment controls herself. There is no answer._ +STERLING _sinks into a chair, his arms on the table, his head on his +arms. A moment's silence._] You _love_ me--I know that. I appeal to your +love; let your love of me persuade you to do what I ask. I ask it for +your sake and for _mine_! Tell us here the truth now--it will spare me +much to-morrow, perhaps--me whom you love--for love of me-- + +STERLING. [_In an agony._] I'm afraid I'll lose you-- + +BLANCHE. No, I'll promise to stand by you if you'll only tell _us all_ +the truth. + +STERLING. [_In a low, shamed voice._] I'll tell _you_, but not +_now_--not before all these others. + +[BLANCHE _looks up questioningly to_ MASON. MASON _shakes his head._ + +BLANCHE. It _must_ be _now_, Dick. + +STERLING. No! no! I can't look you in the face and tell it! Let me tell +it to you _alone_, later, in the dark. + +[BLANCHE _looks up questioningly to_ MASON. _He shakes his head._ + +BLANCHE. It must be now. + +STERLING. No, no, I'm too ashamed, I can't face you; in the dark I'll +make a clean breast of it--let me tell you in the dark. + +[WARDEN _moves and puts his hand on the electric-light button beside the +doorway at back._ + +WARDEN. In the DARK, then, _tell it_! + +[_He presses the button and all the lights go out. The stage is in +complete darkness; only the voices are heard from the different places +in which the actors are last seen._ + +BLANCHE. [_Quickly._] Remember, to help you to help ourselves, we must +know everything. Go on. + +STERLING. It began fourteen months ago, after Ned Warden put me on my +feet; I got a little ahead--why not get way ahead? There were plenty of +men around me making their fortunes! I wanted to equal them--climb as +high as they; it seemed easy enough for them, and luck had begun to come +my way. We're all climbers of some sort in this world. I was a climber +after wealth and everything it brings-- + +[_He stops a moment._ + +BLANCHE. [_Her voice comes throbbing with pathetic emotion through the +darkness._] And _I_ after _happiness_ and all it brings. + +STERLING. [_Deeply moved, his voice trembles for a moment, but only for +a moment._] Don't, Blanche, or I can't finish. Well, I borrowed on some +of Aunt Ruth's bonds and speculated--I made a hundred thousand in a +week! I put back the bonds. But it had been so easy! I could see those +bonds grinning at me through the iron side of the vault box. They seemed +to smile and beckon, to _beg_ me to take them out into the air again! +They grew to be like living things to me, servants of mine to get me +gold--and finally I determined to make one bigger coup than ever! I took +Aunt Ruth's bonds out and all the money available in my trust, and put +it _all_ into this new company! It seemed so safe. I stood to be a +prince among the richest! And, for a day or so, I've known nothing short +of a miracle could save me from being wanted by the police! To-night I +gave up even the miracle. That's all. It's no use saying I'm sorry. + +[_A moment's pause._ + +MASON. Have others suffered besides Miss Hunter? + +STERLING. There is some money of Aunt Ruth's left--stock I couldn't +transfer. But I used the money of others--Miss Godesby and Ryder's. + +MASON. Miss Ruth, a large part of your fortune is gone, used unlawfully +by this man. Will you resort to the law? + +RUTH. [_Very quietly._] No! + +BLANCHE. [_In a voice broken with emotion and gratitude._] Aunt Ruth! + +MASON. We can't hope Miss Godesby and Ryder will be as lenient! You must +go to them in the morning--tell them everything, put yourself at their +mercy, ask for time and their silence. + +STERLING. _Never!_ I couldn't do it. + +MASON. It is the only honorable way out of your dishonorable action--the +least you can do! + +STERLING. Confess to their faces, and probably to no good? Eat the dust +at their feet, and most likely be clapped into prison for it? _No, thank +you!_ + +BLANCHE. Suppose _I_ went to them? + +STERLING. You? + +RUTH. No! Why should _you_! + +STERLING. Yes! Why not? They might keep silent for _her_! + +BLANCHE. I would do it for my boy's sake. Yes, _I'll_ go. + +STERLING. _Yes!_ _You_ go, Blanche. + +RUTH. No, you _shan't_ go--you shan't humiliate yourself in his place! + +MASON. Certainly not; and if your husband is willing, we are not +willing! _He_ must go. + +BLANCHE. But if he _won't_? + +MASON. He _must_! + +RUTH. You must demand his going, Blanche, and I demand it, too, as +something due to me. + +BLANCHE. Very well. I demand it. Will you go? + +[_A moment's silence._ + +WARDEN. Why don't you speak? [_He presses the electric button and all +the lights come on._ STERLING _is at the doorway at back, about to steal +out. There is an exclamation aloud from all of surprise and disgust. The +clock strikes the quarter;_ WARDEN _catches hold of_ STERLING'S _arm._] +What's your hurry, Dick? There goes the quarter hour; you could never +catch the eleven-twenty. + +STERLING. Damn you! + +[_Facing_ WARDEN _squarely, as_ + +THE CURTAIN FALLS QUICKLY + + + + +ACT III + + +_At "The Hermitage," on the Bronx River, the next afternoon. The house +is on the Left, and on the Right and at the back are the green lattice +arches. Snow lies thick everywhere, on the benches at the Right and on +the little iron table beside it, on the swing between two trees at the +Right, in the red boxes of dead shrubs, on the rocks and dried grass of +a "rookery" in the centre, and on the branches of the trees._ CLARA +_comes out from the house, followed by_ TROTTER. + + +CLARA. Come on and let mama rest awhile--naturally she's excited and +tired out, being married so suddenly and away from home. [_She stops +beside the swing, taking hold of its side rope with her hand._] It isn't +every mother who can elope without her oldest child's consent and have +her youngest daughter for a bridesmaid. + +[_Laughing._ + +TROTTER. I hope Mrs. Sterling will forgive me. Perhaps she will when she +sees how my money can help your mother and me to get right in with all +the smarties! + +CLARA. Oh, don't you be too sure about your getting in; it isn't as easy +as the papers say! But, anyway, that wouldn't make any difference to +Blanche. She was never a climber like mama and me. I suppose that's why +she is asked to all sorts of houses through Aunt Ruth that wouldn't let +mama and me even leave our cards on the butler! + +TROTTER. I thought your mother could go anywhere she liked. + +CLARA. Oh, no, she couldn't! if she made you think that, it was only a +jolly! Blanche is the only one of us who really went everywhere. Come +along, "_Poppa_," give me a swing! I haven't had one for years! + +[_She sweeps off the snow from the seat of the swing with her hand._ + +TROTTER. Your mother certainly did represent-- + +CLARA. [_Sitting in the swing._] Oh, well, now don't blame mama! She +couldn't help herself; she always thought you _dreadfully handsome_! +Swing me! + +TROTTER. I don't care, anyway. I'm deucedly proud of your mother,--I +mean of _my wife_,--and I'd just as lief throw up the whole society +business and go off and live happily by ourselves. + +CLARA. O dear! I think mama would find that awfully dull. Go on, swing +me! [TROTTER _swings her._] Of course, you'll find mama a little +different when you see her all the time. You really won't see much more +of her, though, than you do now. She doesn't get up till noon, and has +her masseuse for an hour every morning, her manicure and her mental +science visitor every other day, and her face steamed three times a +week! She has to lie down a lot, too, but you mustn't mind that; you +must remember she isn't our age! + +TROTTER. [_Swings her._] She _suits_ me! + +CLARA. That's just what _I feel_! You'll take care of her, and me, too, +all our lives, and that's what makes me so happy. I'm full of plans! +We'll go abroad soon and stay two years. [_He has stopped swinging +her._] Go on, swing me! + +TROTTER. [_Holding the swing still._] Say! if you think you are going to +run me and the whole family, you're a Dodo bird! Remember that you're my +daughter; you must wait a little if you want to be a mother-in-law. + +[_Sleigh-bells are heard in the distance, coming nearer._ + +CLARA. Good gracious! If you ask _me_, I think mama has got her hands +full. What's become of Miss Godesby and her brother? + +TROTTER. When you went upstairs with your mother, they went down the +road. + +CLARA. You know originally the idea was _I_ was to marry you. + +TROTTER. Really-- + +CLARA. [_Laughingly._] Yes, and mama cut me out. + +TROTTER. Oh, well, it can't be helped; we can't marry everybody. + +CLARA. [_Noticing the bells._] _Somebody else arriving!_ That's +queer--nobody comes here in the winter; that's why we chose it, because +it would be quiet! Let's play this game. + +[_Going to an iron frog on a box which stands near the house._ + +TROTTER. Perhaps it's Mrs. Sterling. + +CLARA. No; if she was coming at all, she'd have come in time for the +wedding. [_She takes up the disks which lie beside the frog._] I should +hate to get married like you and mama--no splurge and no presents! Why, +the presents'd be half the fun! And think of all those you and she've +given in your life, and have lost now a good chance of getting back. + +[_Throws a disk into the frog's open mouth._ + +TROTTER. _I'll_ give your mother all the presents she wants. I can +afford it; I don't want anybody to give us anything! + +CLARA. You talk like Jess! [_Throws another disk._] You know Jess earns +her own living. She goes around to smart women's houses answering their +invitations and letters for 'em. She calls it being a visiting +secretary, but I tell her she's a _co-respon-dent_! + +[_Throws a disk._ + +[WARDEN _and_ MASON _enter from behind the house quickly, with a manner +of suppressed excitement. They are surprised to find_ CLARA _and_ +TROTTER. + +WARDEN. Why, here they are! + +MASON. No, only Miss Clara and Trotter. + +WARDEN. Lucky I met you--you must take me back in your sleigh. + +MASON. Yes, the riding's beastly. + +TROTTER. Hello! I say, were you invited? + +CLARA. Merry Christmas! + +WARDEN. We came to see the Godesbys. + +CLARA. They've gone down the road. + +MASON. Sterling isn't here, is he? + +TROTTER. No, haven't seen him. + +CLARA. Do you know _why_ we're here? + +[MASON _and_ WARDEN _are embarrassed._ + +MASON. Yes--er--er--a--many happy returns, Mr. Trotter. + +TROTTER. It's a great day for me, Mr. Mason! + +WARDEN. Wish you joy, Trotter! + +[_Embarrassed and not going near him._ TROTTER _rushes eagerly to him +and grasps his hand warmly._ + +TROTTER. Thank you, old man! I say! _Thank you!_ + +MASON. Miss Clara, would you do me the great favor of going down the +road and hurrying the Godesbys back if you see them? + +CLARA. Yes, I don't mind; come along, Trotty! + +WARDEN. You must excuse Trotter. I want a talk with him if he will give +me five minutes. + +CLARA. Oh, certainly. + +[_She goes out Left behind the house._ + +WARDEN. [_To_ MASON.] Will you see Mrs. Hunter? + +TROTTER. I beg your pardon, Mrs. _Trotter_! + +WARDEN. [_Politely._] I beg yours. [_To_ MASON.] See Mrs. Trotter. + +MASON. [_Aside to_ WARDEN.] You're going to ask _him_ to go on Dick's +note for Ryder? + +WARDEN. [_In a low voice._] Yes. + +MASON. You're a wonder! As if _he_ would! + +WARDEN. _Somebody must_, and there's nobody else. That boy and that +mother have got to be saved! + +MASON. I'm sorry my name's no good for us. + +WARDEN. And mine mustn't be used. + +MASON. No, indeed! The minute that was done, there'd be a new +complication, and more trouble would tumble down on Mrs. Sterling's +head. Good luck. + +[_Shakes his hand and enters the house._ + +TROTTER. What's up? _You_ haven't come to kick about my wedding, have +you? I wouldn't stand for that, you know! + +WARDEN. It's not that, Mr. Trotter. Your wife's son-in-law, Sterling, +has turned out a blackguard; he has had intrusted to him Miss Ruth +Hunter's money and several other people's, and he's used it all for +speculation of his own. + +TROTTER. Then he's a damned thief! + +[_He sits on the bench with the manner that he has settled the subject._ + +WARDEN. So he is, and he's ruined. + +TROTTER. Well, prison is the place for _him_. + +WARDEN. We won't argue that, but how about his family--they get punished +for what he has done; they must share his disgrace. + +TROTTER. Oh, well, my wife is out of all that now--_she's Mrs. Trotter_. + +WARDEN. Yes, but _her own daughter_ suffers. + +TROTTER. [_On the defensive._] She isn't very chummy with her classy +eldest daughter. + +WARDEN. Never mind that; you know without my telling you that Mrs. +Sterling is a fine woman. + +TROTTER. She's always snubbed me right and left, but, by George, I must +own she is a fine woman. + +WARDEN. That's right! [_Clapping him on the back and putting his arm +around his shoulder._] Look here--help us save her! + +TROTTER. How? + +WARDEN. Indorse a note of Sterling's to give Ryder to keep him quiet. + +TROTTER. I'd have to ask my wife. + +WARDEN. No! Don't start off like that! Keep the reins in your own hands +at the very beginning,--make her realize from this very day that you're +raised up on the cushion beside her; that she's sitting lower down +admiring the scenery, while you do the driving through life! + +TROTTER. [_Half laughing._] Ha! I guess you're right. Box seat and reins +are good enough for me! + +WARDEN. Good boy! Then we can count on you to sign this note? + +TROTTER. Where's _my_ security? + +WARDEN. I can get you security if you want it. + +TROTTER. Of course I want it! And I say, where are _you_? Why aren't +_you_ in it? + +WARDEN. There are reasons why my name had better not appear; you are in +the family. But I'll tell you what I'll do, Trotter; I'll secure _you_ +with a note of my own--only you must keep it dark; you mustn't even let +Mason know. + +TROTTER. All right, perhaps I'm a Dodo bird, but I'll do it. Say, I seem +to have married a good many of this classy family! + +WARDEN. Trotter, no one's done you justice! And, by George! you deserve +a better fate--er--I mean--my best wishes on your wedding day. + +[TROTTER _shakes his hand delightedly._ + +TROTTER. Great day for me! What I wanted was style and position, and +some one classy who would know how to spend my money for me! + +WARDEN. Well, you've got _that, surely_! + +[CLARA _comes back from the house._ + +CLARA. The Godesbys are coming. Trotter, there's skating on the river +near here, and they've skates in the house--don't you want a spin? + +TROTTER. Yes, I don't mind--if my wife doesn't need me! [CLARA _laughs +as_ GODESBY _and_ MISS GODESBY _enter from behind the house._ TROTTER +_meets them, with_ CLARA _on his arm._] Excuse us for a little while! + +CLARA. _Poppa_ and I're going skating! + +[_They go out Left._ + +GODESBY. Hello, Warden. + +WARDEN. Good morning, Miss Godesby. + +MISS GODESBY. Good morning. + +WARDEN. How are you, Godesby? I've come on a matter most serious, most +urgent--something very painful. + +GODESBY. What is it? + +[_Comes forward._ + +WARDEN. Both of you trusted Dick Sterling. + +MISS GODESBY. What's he done? + +WARDEN. Misused your funds. + +GODESBY. How d'you mean? + +WARDEN. I mean that the money you intrusted to him is gone, and I've +come to make a proposition to you. + +MISS GODESBY. Gone? + +[GODESBY _and_ MISS GODESBY _are aghast. A second's silence, during +which_ GODESBY _and_ MISS GODESBY _look at each other, then back at_ +WARDEN. + +GODESBY. Do you mean to say-- + +WARDEN. The money is _gone_, every penny of it, and I want you to accept +a note from Sterling to cover the amount. + +MISS GODESBY. I can't _grasp_ it! + +GODESBY. Where is Sterling? Why didn't _he_ come? + +WARDEN. He was ashamed. + +GODESBY. I should hope so! + +WARDEN. Several of us are going to stick by him; we'll manage to put him +on his feet again, and we want you to accept his note. + +GODESBY. [_Incredulous._] Accept his note? + +MISS GODESBY. [_Also incredulous._] On _what security_? + +GODESBY. [_Quickly._] You'll do nothing of the sort, Julia! + +MISS GODESBY. I'll see him where he belongs, in State's Prison, first! + +WARDEN. That wouldn't bring you back your money. + +MISS GODESBY. Neither will his note! + +WARDEN. If I get it indorsed? + +GODESBY. Likely! + +MISS GODESBY. Rather! + +WARDEN. I want your silence to keep it from the public for the family's +sake. I've secured a satisfactory indorser for a note to satisfy Ryder's +claim. + +MISS GODESBY. Why didn't you give him to _me_ instead of Ryder? + +WARDEN. I felt you would be willing, out of friendship-- + +[_There are sleigh-bells in the distance, coming nearer._ + +MISS GODESBY. Huh! you must take me for an idiot! + +WARDEN. Out of friendship for his wife. + +MISS GODESBY. Blanche Sterling! I never could bear her! She's always +treated me like the dirt under her feet! + +WARDEN. You dined with her last night. + +MISS GODESBY. That was to please her mother. No, if my money's gone, +Sterling's got to suffer, and the one slight consolation I shall have +will be that Blanche Sterling will have to come off her high horse. + +[_The sleigh-bells stop._ + +GODESBY. [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] Ten to one if you agree to sign this +note-- + +WARDEN. And keep silent. + +MISS GODESBY. [_Satirically._] Oh, yes, of course, the next morning when +I wake up Sterling will be gone! Nobody knows where! + +WARDEN. I've had it out with Sterling! I am here as his representative. +I give you my word of honor Sterling will not run away. It is under such +an understanding with him that I am pleading his case in his stead. He +will stay here and work till he has paid you back, every cent. + +[JESSICA _enters hurriedly from the house._ + +JESSICA. [_In great excitement._] Mr. Warden, Mr. Warden, Dick has gone! + +WARDEN. _Sterling? Gone?_ + +MISS GODESBY. _Gone?_ + +GODESBY. That's _good_! + +WARDEN. Don't be a fool, Godesby. How do you mean "gone," Miss Hunter? + +JESSICA. I don't altogether know. While I was out this morning, Blanche +received a message from mother saying she'd been-- + +[_She hesitates, looking toward_ GODESBY _and_ MISS GODESBY. + +WARDEN. They know. They're your mother's guests here. + +JESSICA. She told Blanche they would be glad to have her here at one +o'clock for breakfast. Blanche ordered the sleigh at once and went away, +leaving word for me I was to open any message which might come for her. + +WARDEN. [_To_ GODESBY.] Has she been here? + +GODESBY. Not that I know of. + +MISS GODESBY. [_Eager to hear more._] No, no! + +JESSICA. No, they say not. She probably went first to Aunt Ruth's. +Before I got back, Dick, who'd been out-- + +WARDEN. He was at my house. + +JESSICA. Yes. He came back, questioned Jordan as to where Blanche was, +went upstairs, and then went away again, leaving a note for Blanche, +which I found when I came home-- + +WARDEN. [_Eagerly._] Yes? + +JESSICA. It simply said, "Good-by. Dick." + +MISS GODESBY. [_Very angry._] Oh! + +GODESBY. [_Quickly._] He's taken a train! He's cleared out! + +WARDEN. Do you know if he took a bag or anything with him? + +JESSICA. No, he took nothing of that sort. Jordan went into his room and +found a drawer open and empty, a drawer in which Dick kept--a +_pistol_!-- + +[_She drops her voice almost to a whisper._ + +WARDEN. Good God, he's shot himself! + +JESSICA. Perhaps not--he left the house. + +WARDEN. Yes, if he were really determined to shoot himself, why wouldn't +he have done it there in his own room? + +JESSICA. What can we do? What can we do? + +WARDEN. I'll get Mr. Mason; he's with your mother; he must go back to +town at once. + +[_Going to the house._ + +JESSICA. He can go with me; I'd better be at the house. Some one must be +there. + +WARDEN. Good! + +[_He goes into the house._ + +[MISS GODESBY _and her brother ignore and apparently forget the presence +of_ JESSICA _in their excitement. They both speak and move excitedly._ + +MISS GODESBY. I ought to have suspected something when Sterling told me +he was getting ten per cent for my money,--the blackguard! + +GODESBY. I always told you you were a fool not to take care of your +money yourself! You know more about business than most men. + +MISS GODESBY. I didn't want to be bothered; besides, there was always +something very attractive about Sterling. I don't mind telling you that +if he had fallen in love with me instead of the stiff-necked woman he +married, I'd have tumbled over myself to get him. + +GODESBY. How do you feel about him now? + +MISS GODESBY. Now! Thank God, I'm saved such a waking up! It's going to +make a big difference with my income, Howard! I wonder if his wife knew +he was crooked! I'll bet you she's got a pot of money stowed away all +right in her own name. + +JESSICA. [_Who can bear no more, interrupts._] + +Please--please! Remember that you're speaking of my sister and that +every word you are saying cuts through me like a knife. + +MISS GODESBY. I beg your pardon; I ought to have thought. I like and +respect you, Jess, and I've been very rude. + +JESSICA. You've been more than that; you've been cruelly unjust to +Blanche in all that you've said! + +MISS GODESBY. Perhaps I have, but I don't feel in a very generous mood; +I've some excuse--so please forgive me. + +[WARDEN _reënters Left._ + +WARDEN. [_To_ JESSICA.] Mason is waiting for you with the sleigh. He's +going first to my house. Dick may have gone back there to hear the +result of my interview with Ryder,--then Mason'll try his own house and +Sterling's club. + +GODESBY. The _police_ are the best men to find Sterling, whatever's +happened. + +WARDEN. [_To_ GODESBY.] You wait a minute with me; I haven't finished +with you yet. [_To_ JESSICA.] I'll stay here for your sister, in case +she comes. + +[JESSICA _goes out Left._ + +GODESBY. [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] Don't you give in! + +MISS GODESBY. Not for a minute! [_To_ WARDEN.] Don't you think, under +the circumstances, the wedding breakfast had better be called off, and +my brother and I go back to town? + +WARDEN. Not till you've given me your promise, both of you, that you +will keep silent about the embezzlement of your bonds for the sake of +Mrs. Sterling and her son. + +MISS GODESBY. [_Half laughs._] Huh! + +WARDEN. For the sake of her mother, who is your friend. + +[_Sleigh-bells start up loud and die off quickly;_ JESSICA _has gone._ + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, come, you know what sort of friends we are,--for the +amusement we can get out of each other. This is the case,--I trusted +this man with my affairs. He was very attractive--I don't deny that; +business with Dick Sterling became more or less of a pleasure--but that +doesn't cut any ice with me; he's stolen my money. To put it plainly, +he's a common thief, and he ought to be punished; why should he go scot +free and a lot of others not? You know perfectly well his note wouldn't +be worth the paper it was written on; and, anyway, if he hasn't gone and +sneaked out of the world, I won't lift my little finger to keep him from +the punishment he deserves! + +GODESBY. Good for you, Julia! + +WARDEN. Don't you put your oar in, Godesby; just let this matter rest +between your sister and me! She's always been known as the best man in +your family. + +GODESBY. You don't choose a very conciliatory way of bringing us around! + +WARDEN. I'm not choosing any way at all; I'm striking right out from the +shoulder. There isn't time for beating round the bush! I'm pleading for +the good name and honorable position of a perfectly innocent, a fine, +woman, and for the reputation and unimpeded career of her son! And I +make that appeal as man to man and woman! + +MISS GODESBY. I have nothing to do with any one in this matter but +Sterling himself, who has robbed me, and I'll gladly see him suffer for +it! + +WARDEN. Now look here, Miss Godesby, you belong to a pretty tough crowd +in society, but I know at heart you're not a bad sort! What good will it +do you? Granted even that you don't care for Mrs. Sterling, still don't +tell me you're the kind of woman to take a cruel pleasure in seeing +another woman suffer! I wouldn't believe it! You're not one of those +catty creatures! You're a clever woman, and I don't doubt you can be a +pretty hard one, too, at times; but you're _just_--that's the point +now--you're _JUST_-- + +MISS GODESBY. [_Interrupting._] Exactly! I'm just, an eye for an eye! +Sterling is a thief, let him get the deserts of one! + +[_She sits on the bench determinedly._ + +WARDEN. But you can't look at only one side! You can't shut your eyes to +his wife's suffering, too, and she doesn't deserve it! Neither does her +boy deserve to share his disgrace. [_He sits beside her._] Why, you have +it in your power to handicap that boy through his whole life by +publishing his father a criminal; or you can give that boy a fair show +to prove himself more his _mother's son_ than his father's, and to live +an honest--who knows--perhaps a noble life! + +MISS GODESBY. I refuse to accept such a responsibility. Ryder-- + +WARDEN. [_Rises, interrupting her._] Ryder's word is given to be silent. + +MISS GODESBY. Well, that's _his_ lookout. + +WARDEN. You'll have many a heart wrench, I'll bet you! You'll have to +run across the results of the harm you do to Mrs. Sterling and Richard +day in and day out, year after year! I don't believe you realize what it +means! Why, I know _you_ can't bear to see a _dog_ suffer! I met you +last week on the street carrying a mangy, crippled brute of a little dog +in your arms, afraid lest he'd get into the hands of the +vivisectionists, and yet here you'll let a boy and his mother-- + +MISS GODESBY. [_Interrupts him, struggling against a tiny emotion which +he has stirred._] Stop Stop! I don't want you working on my feelings +that way. + +[_She rises and turns from him_ + +WARDEN. [_Follows her._] I'm only knocking at the door of your heart. +And now because it's opened just a tiny way, you want to shut it in my +face again. Will you leave this woman's name fit for her to use? _Won't_ +you make that boy's life worth living to him? + +MISS GODESBY. [_After a moment's pause, looks straight into_ WARDEN'S +_face._] I'll tell you what I'll do. Get me some security, some sort of +indorsement of Sterling's note-- + +WARDEN. If the man's only alive! + +MISS GODESBY. And I'll hold my tongue. + +WARDEN. How long will you give me? + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, come, I can't have any monkey business! You must get +me my security to-day. + +WARDEN. To-day? + +MISS GODESBY. Yes. + +WARDEN. But-- + +MISS GODESBY. That's my last word. + +GODESBY. Stick to that, Julia! + +WARDEN. I shan't try to persuade her against that. Will you leave your +sister alone with me a moment. Perhaps you'll see about your sleigh +being ready to return to town. + +GODESBY. I've no objection--if Julia wishes it. + +MISS GODESBY. Yes, go on, Howard! + +[GODESBY _goes out back of house._ + +WARDEN. [_Left alone with_ MISS GODESBY, _goes nearer to her._] Look, +here! Will you accept _my_ indorsement? Will _I_ be all right? + +MISS GODESBY. [_Incredulously._] Certainly. + +WARDEN. Then it's settled? + +MISS GODESBY. You don't mean it! + +WARDEN. I do. + +MISS GODESBY. You'd be willing to lose--[_A revelation comes to her._] +Oh--for _Mrs. Sterling_! I see! + +WARDEN. [_Very seriously._] I _wouldn't_. I wouldn't see. + +MISS GODESBY. And she's always been blackguarding me for my affairs with +men! And all the time-- + +WARDEN. [_Interrupts strongly._] Don't say any more, please, _Miss +Godesby_! I only wish your brother had said that much instead of you. + +MISS GODESBY. [_Disagreeably._] So you're in love with Blanche Sterling? + +WARDEN. No! + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, come, don't tell a lie about it; that will only make +it seem worse. + +WARDEN. Well, suppose I were in love with her--what of it? + +MISS GODESBY. Nothing; only, my dear Warden, that woman-- + +WARDEN. [_Interrupts._] Wait a minute! You've got me in a corner, but +knowing half the truth, you mustn't _guess_ the whole. She is even more +ignorant of my love for her than you were ten minutes ago! [MISS GODESBY +_smiles and makes a little satirical exclamation._] You don't believe +that, but I'll _make_ you. I'm going to tell _you_ something I've never +even told myself. I'm going to put you to a big test, because I've got +to. Apparently, I can't help myself; but after all, somehow I believe in +the human nature in you, and you've got it in your power to help or hurt +the woman I love--I say those words aloud for the first time--the woman +I love! + +[_He has finished his speech in a lowered tone throbbing with controlled +feeling._ + +MISS GODESBY. [_Incredulously._] You've never told her? + +WARDEN. Never; and you show how little you really know her when you ask +that question! She loves her husband. + +MISS GODESBY. I'm not so sure about that! + +WARDEN. I am, and I _love her_. But surely the silent love of a man, +like mine, is no insult to a good woman--cannot harm her! A love that is +never spoken, not even whispered, can't hurt any one, except, perhaps, +the one who loves. You must acknowledge even _you_ have never heard a +hint; you _showed_ just now your real surprise at what circumstances +revealed to you! I'd die sooner than bring the slightest shadow of a +scandal on her, and I've hugged my secret tight. Have you any idea what +such a love means? How it grows and grows, its strength shut in, held +back, doubling and redoubling its powers!--its ideality increasing, the +passion _suppressed_, locked up! Good God! I tremble sometimes when I +think--suppose some day it should burst out, _break_ my control, MASTER +ME! [_A pause._] And here, now, I've told _you_; I'm sorry, but I had to +for _her_ sake again. Will you help me keep my secret? + +MISS GODESBY. [_After a second's pause._] Yes, because I believe you. + +WARDEN. And Mrs. Sterling? + +MISS GODESBY. [_Slowly, with sincere meaning._] I envy her! + +[_Her voice breaks and she turns away from him._ + +WARDEN. No one is to know I indorse Sterling's note? + +MISS GODESBY. You needn't sign the note; my brother'd have to see it. +I'll take your word for the indorsement. + +[_She offers him her hand. They shake hands._ + +WARDEN. What a brick you are! You know you don't do yourself anything +like justice in the world! + +[GODESBY _reënters Left and after him a_ MAN SERVANT _in ordinary +clothes, who passes through the archway at back Centre._ + +GODESBY. Ready! + +WARDEN. [_Aside to her._] You can promise his silence about Sterling? + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, yes, he's absolutely dependent upon me. + +WARDEN. Thank you. + +MISS GODESBY. [_To_ NED _with a forced gaiety._] Good-by! + +WARDEN. [_Again shaking her hand_] Good-by. + +[_He looks his thanks at her._ + +GODESBY. Well? What did you do? + +MISS GODESBY. [_As they go._] Don't worry; I've taken care of myself for +many years, and I still feel up to it! + +[_They go out Left and at the same time the_ SERVANT _enters from the +archway at back Centre carrying some fire logs in his arms. This_ +SERVANT _speaks with a slight French accent. As he reaches the house,_ +WARDEN _stops him with a question, and the_ GODESBYS' _sleigh-bells +start up and quickly die away. The sun begins to set._ + +WARDEN Have you an empty sitting room? + +SERVANT. Yes, sair. + +WARDEN Warm? + +SERVANT. I will soon arrange a fire. + +WARDEN I wish you would, please. + +SERVANT. Ze big room for ze breakfast is altogether ready and warm; you +will be able to go in there now. + +WARDEN. No, that wouldn't do. It's all right out here for _me_, only I +am expecting a lady. + +[_Sleigh-bells are heard in the distance, coming quickly nearer._ + +SERVANT. Yes, sair. + +WARDEN. I hear a sleigh coming. If a lady is in it, ask if her name is +Mrs. Sterling, and if she says yes, tell her Mr. Warden is here and +would like to speak with her a moment before she goes in to Mrs.-- + +[_He hesitates a second._ + +SERVANT. Trottair? + +WARDEN. Yes. + +SERVANT. Yes, sair. + +[_He goes into the house._ + +[_The sun grows red, and the colors of sunset creep over the sky during +the scene which follows. After a moment the_ SERVANT _shows_ BLANCHE +_out from the house._ + +BLANCHE. [_Surprised and depressed._] Good morning, Mr. Warden, have you +been asked to these funeral baked meats? + +WARDEN. No, I'll explain why I am here in a few minutes. Only let me ask +you first when you last saw your husband? + +BLANCHE. Early this morning. + +WARDEN. And you have come just now from where? + +BLANCHE. Aunt Ruth's. Of course you know about my mother? When I heard +it I started to come here, but my heart failed me and I turned back to +my aunt's. She has persuaded me that I ought to come and put the best +face on the matter possible, but it seems as if I'd had now a little +more than I _can_ bear! + +[_Her voice breaks and her eyes fill with tears._ + +WARDEN. [_Almost tenderly._] Shall we go inside? + +BLANCHE. No, no! Let us stay out in the air; my head would burst in one +of these close little rooms. Have you seen mother? + +WARDEN. No, not yet. + +BLANCHE. Where is Dick? Did he go to Ryder's? + +WARDEN. No, but I have some good news to tell you all the same--Ryder +has promised silence. + +BLANCHE. [_With tremendous relief._] Oh! that's too good, too good to be +true! To whom did he promise? + +WARDEN. I want you not to ask me that. + +BLANCHE. I can guess, it was-- + +WARDEN. [_Lying._] No, it was--_Mason_. + +BLANCHE. [_Doubting him._] Mr. Mason? + +WARDEN. And I've more good news for you, Mrs. Sterling--the _Godesbys_, +too; _they_ will be silent. + +BLANCHE. You're sure? + +WARDEN. We have their word! + +BLANCHE. [_Pointedly._] Mr. Mason again?-- + +[WARDEN _bows his head in assent._] He was _here_? + +WARDEN. Some time ago, but only for a minute. He didn't stay; he went to +find your husband. + +BLANCHE. But the _Godesbys_? I just met them now on the road going back. +How could Mr. Mason, if he didn't stay--[WARDEN _is embarrassed, and is +silent, searching a way out of it._] Oh, no! no! it wasn't Mr. Mason! I +see the whole thing clearly. Dick was too great a coward, and _you_ did +it! It was _you_ who won over Ryder! It was _you_ who persuaded the +Godesbys!-- + +[WARDEN _shakes his head and makes a movement to deny it._ BLANCHE +_continues speaking, the words rushing to her lips, as her pent-up heart +opens and lets all her emotions suddenly free._] Don't try to deny it; +you can't make me believe you! It's to _you_ I owe whatever promise the +future has for me! It is _you_ who have given me all the happiness I've +had for years. It is _you_ who have watched over, taken care of, +me--_you_, the best friend any woman in this world ever had. It is _you_ +now who have saved my boy's honor. It is _you_ who lift the weight off +my shoulders, the weight off my heart! You!--you!--you! + +[_She sinks sobbing on the bench. It begins to snow very quietly and +slowly._ + +WARDEN. [_All his love bursting out into his face and into his voice, +cries._] Blanche! Blanche! + +[_Leaning over her as if to protect her from her trouble and take her to +his breast._ + +BLANCHE. [_Rising and looking straight into his eyes with a suddenly +revealed great love in her own._] Ned!-- + +[_They hold this position some moments, gazing into each other's eyes; +then finally_ WARDEN _makes a movement towards her, crying out more +triumphantly, having read and realized her love for him._ + +WARDEN. Blanche! + +BLANCHE. [_Moving a half step back from him._] No-- + +WARDEN. No? + +BLANCHE. Look--look, it's beginning to snow! + +WARDEN. [_Very softly._] What do you mean? + +BLANCHE. [_Desperately._] I mean to speak of anything except what is in +your thoughts at this moment! Help me not to forget that no matter what +he has done, Dick is still my husband. + +WARDEN. You don't know all he has done! + +BLANCHE. How not "all"? What else? Where is he? + +[_With a sudden new alarm._ + +WARDEN. He has left you. + +BLANCHE. [_Echoes._] Left me?-- + +WARDEN. Mason is searching for him. He left a note at your house which +Jess read; it was only one word "Good-by." + +BLANCHE. [_Echoes again._] Good-by! [_Sleigh-bells are heard in the +distance, coming quickly nearer._] What does it mean? You're hiding +something from me! Tell me what else you know? + +WARDEN. He left the house, but took something with him--something from a +drawer in his room. + +BLANCHE. [_After a second's pause she whispers._] His pistol? + +WARDEN. Yes. + +BLANCHE. [_Aghast, still whispers._] Has he done it? + +WARDEN. I don't know; I'm waiting word from Mason. + +[_The sleigh-bells stop._ + +BLANCHE. [_Excited._] But we can't wait here doing nothing; we must go, +too! + +WARDEN. Mason is doing all that can be done; we'd better wait here. + +[_He takes her hand in sympathy, but without suggesting the passion of a +few moments before._ STERLING _enters hurriedly Left. He is wild with +drink and jealousy._ + +STERLING. Drop my wife's hand! + +[_They turn in great surprise._ + +BLANCHE. Dick! + +[_Fright at his appearance is mingled with her surprise._ + +WARDEN. [_At the same time as_ BLANCHE.] Sterling! + +[_They do not drop hands._ + +STERLING. [_Coming nearer, very strong._] Drop my wife's hand! [_They do +so quickly, not understanding yet._] So I've _caught_ you! + +WARDEN. [_Angry._] Caught us! + +STERLING. Yes, I had my suspicions roused some time ago! + +BLANCHE. Of what? + +STERLING. _I_ could go to the devil--what did _you two_ care! I could go +to State's Prison! All the better--_out of your way!_ + +WARDEN. You're speaking like a madman! + +STERLING. I went back to my house this morning; my wife was gone--no +message left where to! But I questioned the servant. She'd driven here! +Why? Ha! [_A bitter half laugh; he turns to_ BLANCHE.] _You've come here +once too often!_ + +WARDEN. [_Very strong._] Sterling! + +STERLING. [_To_ WARDEN, _but ignoring his exclamation._] Then I went to +_your_ house. _They knew_ where _you'd_ gone! You ought to train your +servants better! _Both here!_ + +WARDEN. If you're not careful, I'll ram your insinuations down your +throat. + +STERLING. [_Jeers._] "Insinuations?" I've caught you! I make no +"_insinuations_." I tell you _both you're caught!_ You're my wife's +lover, and she's your damned mis-- + +[_Interrupted._ + +WARDEN. [_Seizing_ STERLING _by the throat._] Don't you finish! + +BLANCHE. Sh!--for Heaven's sake! [_To_ WARDEN.] Let him alone; I'm not +afraid of what he says. + +[WARDEN _leaves_ STERLING. + +STERLING. No, you never were a liar, I'll give you credit for that,--so +confess the truth--you're his-- + +[_Interrupted._ + +BLANCHE. [_Excited beyond her control._] Listen! And you shall have the +truth if you want it! These years that he's been befriending me I never +dreamed of loving him nor thought of his loving me. [DICK _sneers._] +_Wait!_ No, not even the day my father was buried, when I learned +outright you were _dishonest!_ + +STERLING. [_Surprised._] What do you mean? + +BLANCHE. What I say--I learned it then from a paper of my father's. I +shouldn't have kept my knowledge to myself--I see that now; but I did, +for your sake, not for love of you--the love went for good that day. But +here, a moment ago, I realized for the first time that my old friend +_did_ love me, love me with an ideal devotion the noblest woman in the +world might be proud of! I didn't tell him then I loved him, but now I +take this chance, I _take it_ GLADLY before you!--_forced by you!_ I +tell him now, what perhaps he has already guessed, I love him with all +my heart--I _love him_! I LOVE HIM! + +STERLING. Damn you both! then it's the _end_ of _me!_ + +[_He pulls out a pistol and tries to put it to his temple._ + +BLANCHE. [_Cries out._] Ned! + +WARDEN. [_Seizes_ STERLING, _catches his arm, and wrenches the pistol +from him._] So that's what you planned to do, is it--make a wretched +scene like that? + +[_It begins to snow more heavily._ + +STERLING. [_In utter collapse and shame._] Why did you stop me? I'm +better out of the world. I'm crazy with shame. First I disgraced and now +I've insulted--_degraded_--the only living thing I care for,--that's my +wife. + +[_A moment's pause._ + +BLANCHE. [_Speaks quietly._] Come back to the house. Mr. Mason is +looking for you; he has something to tell you. + +STERLING. I know--more bad news. + +BLANCHE. No, good. + +STERLING. [_Echoes._] Good! [_Starting to go, he turns at the porch._] I +want _you_ to know that _I_ know I'm a rotten beast. + +[_He goes out Left._ + +WARDEN. You're going back _home_? + +BLANCHE. "_Home!_" [_With a faint smile._] I should hardly call it that. + +WARDEN. [_Aside to her._] You're not afraid? + +BLANCHE. [_Half smiling._] Oh, no! And my boy's there. + +[_The thick falling snow almost hides them, but they are unconscious of +it._ + +WARDEN. What's to be done? + +BLANCHE. Wait; we'll see--we'll see--let it be something we could never +regret. Good-by, Ned. + +[_Giving him her hand._ + +WARDEN. Good-by, Blanche. + +[_Kissing her hand very tenderly and almost with a certain kind of awe, +as_ + +THE CURTAIN SLOWLY FALLS + + + + +ACT IV + + +_The following morning; at the_ STERLINGS'; _the library; a warm, +livable, and lovable room, full of pictures, photographs, and books; +mistletoe and holly decorate everywhere. In the bow-window at back there +is a large bird-cage with half a dozen birds in it. The furniture is +comfortable and heavily upholstered. At Left there is a fireplace with +logs ready, but the fire is not lit. There a big table near the centre, +full of magazines, illustrated papers, and books. A big arm-chair is +beside the table, and other chairs conversationally close. There is a +table near the door at Right, piled with Christmas gifts, still wrapped +in white paper; they are tied with many colored ribbons and bunches of +holly. There are doors Right and Left. After the curtain rises on an +empty stage,_ RUTH _enters quickly; while she has her buoyant manner, +she is, of course, more serious than usual. She carries a bunch of fresh +violets in her hand. She looks about the room with a sort of curiosity. +She is waiting for some one to appear. She takes up a silver-framed +photograph of her brother which stands on a table and speaks aloud to +it._ + + +RUTH. I'm glad you're spared this. [_With a long-drawn breath she places +the photograph back upon the table and turns to greet_ BLANCHE, _who +comes in Right._] Good morning, my dear. + +[_She kisses her._ + +BLANCHE. Good morning. You've had my note? [RUTH _nods._] Thank you. I +wanted to see you before I saw any one else. You must help me decide, +only _you_ can. + +RUTH. Have you seen your husband this morning? + +BLANCHE. No. He sent word he was feeling ill, but would like to see me +when I was willing. + +RUTH. And you? + +[_They sit near each other._ + +BLANCHE. I don't want to talk with him till I see more clearly what I am +going to do. + +RUTH. Mr. Warden told me last night all that happened at "The +Hermitage." But on your ride home with Dick? + +BLANCHE. We never spoke. [_She rises._] Aunt Ruth, I am going to leave +him. + +RUTH. [_Rising._] No! + +BLANCHE. [_Walking up and down._] Why not? _Everybody_ does. + +RUTH. [_Going to her._] That's just it. _Be somebody!_ Don't do the +easy, weak thing. Be strong; be an example to other women. Heaven knows +it's time they had one! + +[MRS. HUNTER _enters Right._ BLANCHE _meets her._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Good morning, my poor dear. + +[_Going to kiss_ BLANCHE. + +BLANCHE. [_Taking_ MRS. HUNTER'S _hand and not kissing her._] Good +morning. + +MRS. HUNTER. Clara's gone upstairs to see little Richard. Good morning, +Ruth. + +[_She adds this with a manner of being on the defensive._ + +RUTH. [_Dryly._] Good morning. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Sitting by the table and looking at the picture papers._] +Isn't it awful! What are you going to do? + +BLANCHE. I don't know yet, mother. + +MRS. HUNTER. _Don't know?_ Absolute divorce--no legal separation! [_To_ +RUTH.] We're staying at the Waldorf. + +[BLANCHE _sits discouragedly on the sofa._ + +RUTH. [_Sitting beside her._] I shall advise against, and do everything +in my power to prevent, Blanche's getting a divorce! + +MRS. HUNTER. You don't mean to say you'll carry those ridiculous notions +of yours into practice?--now that a scandal has come into our very +family? + +RUTH. Oh, I know selfish, cynical, and worldly people won't agree with +me, and I pity and sympathize with Blanche from the bottom of my heart. +[_Taking and holding_ BLANCHE'S _hand._] But I want her not to decide +anything now; wait till the first blows over, and then--well, then I +feel sure she will do the strong, noble thing--the difficult thing--not +the easy. + +BLANCHE. [_Withdraws her hand from_ RUTH'S.] _No_, you ask too much of +me, Aunt Ruth; I can't do it. + +RUTH. I say don't decide now--wait. + +BLANCHE. I don't want to wait. I want to decide now and to cut my life +free, entirely, from Dick's. + +RUTH. You used to agree with me. I've heard you decry these snapshot, +rapid-transit, tunnel divorces many a time. I've heard you say when a +woman has made her bed, she must lie in it--make the best of her bad +bargain. + +BLANCHE. I always sympathized with a woman who sought a divorce in this +state. + +RUTH. Oh, yes, but _you can't_, can you? + +BLANCHE. No, but I'm not strong enough to fight out an unhappy life for +the sake of setting an example to other women--women who _don't want_ +the example set! + +RUTH. Blanche, I counted on you to be strong, to be big-- + +BLANCHE. [_With a voice full of emotion._] But I love Ned Warden. He +loves me--life stretches out long before us. Dick has disgraced us all. +I don't love him--should I give _my_ happiness and Mr. Warden's +happiness for _him_? + +MRS. HUNTER. Absurd! We all have a right to happiness if we can get it. +I have chosen; let Blanche follow my example. + +BLANCHE. [_Disgusted._] _Yours?_ [_Rises._] Oh! + +RUTH. [_Following up the advantage._] Yes, Blanche, do you want to +follow your mother's example? + +BLANCHE. No! But the cases are not analogous! + +MRS. HUNTER. Not what? You needn't fling any innuendoes at Mr. Trotter; +it's he who said it was my duty to stand by you, advise you, and all +that sort of thing. I'm not here to please myself! Goodness knows, a +divorce court isn't a very pleasant place to spend your honeymoon! + +BLANCHE. Thank both you and Mr. Trotter, mother; but I ask you to allow +Aunt Ruth and me to decide this matter between us. + +MRS. HUNTER. Trotter says _divorce_ was _made_ for woman! + +RUTH. And what was made for man, please? Polygamy? + +MRS. HUNTER. I don't know anything about politics! But I could count a +dozen women in a breath, all divorced, or trying to be, or _ought_ to +be! + +RUTH. And each one of them getting a cold shoulder. + +BLANCHE. What of it if their hearts are warm--poor climbers after +happiness! + +RUTH. Believe me, dear, the chill spreads. You're going to be selfish? + +MRS. HUNTER. She's going to be sensible. + +[CLARA _enters Right._ + +CLARA. Hello, everybody! I just saw Dick coming out of his room and I +cut him dead. + +BLANCHE. Clara! + +RUTH. [_To_ BLANCHE.] You've taken a certain responsibility upon +yourself, and you can't shirk it. + +BLANCHE. He isn't what I thought him! + +RUTH. The day the sun shone on you as a bride, in God's presence, you +said you took him for better for worse-- + +CLARA. Dear me, is that in it? The marriage service ought to be +expurgated! + +RUTH. [_To_ CLARA.] I'm ashamed of you. + +CLARA. That's nothing new! + +BLANCHE. Aunt Ruth, let us talk some other time. + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, if we are in the way, we'll go! + +[_Rises._ + +CLARA. Yes, come on, let's go to Atlantic City. + +MRS. HUNTER. No, I'd rather go to Lakewood. + +CLARA. Oh, pshaw, Lakewood's no fun! I'm surprised you don't say go to +Aiken, North Carolina. + +MRS. HUNTER. Mr. Trotter says we can't leave town anyway while Blanche +is in this trouble. + +BLANCHE. Mother, please discuss your affairs somewhere else. + +RUTH. And if I may be permitted to suggest, you will find Mr. Trotter's +advice always pretty good to follow. That young man has better qualities +than we have suspected. I have some thing to thank him for; will you be +good enough to ask him to come and see me? + +MRS. HUNTER. He will not go to your house with my permission. I shall +tell him you have never asked me inside your door. + +CLARA. Mother, if you ask _me_--[MRS. HUNTER _interjects_ "Which I +don't," _but_ CLARA _continues without paying any attention to the +interruption._]--I don't think Mr. Trotter is going to cry himself to +sleep for your permission about anything! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_To_ BLANCHE.] Good-by, my dear; if you want me, let me +know; I'll be glad to do anything I can. I'm staying at the Waldorf. + +CLARA. It's full of people from Kansas and Wyoming Territory come to +hear the Opera! + +RUTH. A little western blood wouldn't hurt our New York life a bit! + +CLARA. Ah! Got you there! The west is the place where the divorces come +from! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Laughs._] What's the matter with Providence? I think +Rhode Island tips the scales pretty even for the east! + +BLANCHE. Please go, mother; please leave me for a little while. + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, very well, good-by! [LEONARD _enters Right with a +Christmas parcel, which he places on the table Right._] Dear me, have +you had all these Christmas presents and not opened them? + +BLANCHE. It is only little Richard in this house who is celebrating +Christmas to-day. + +MRS. HUNTER. It's a terrible affair; I only hope the newspapers won't +get hold of it. [_To_ LEONARD.] If any women come here asking for _me_ +who look like ladies, don't let 'em in! They ain't my friends; they're +reporters. + +[LEONARD _bows and goes out._ + +CLARA. I'm awfully sorry, Blanche, I honestly am; but I think you'll +have only yourself to blame if you don't strike out now and throw Dick +over. Good-by! + +[MRS. HUNTER _and_ CLARA _go out Right._ + +BLANCHE. I wish _they_ wouldn't advise me to do what I _want_ to. + +RUTH. Ah! + +BLANCHE. But who do I harm by it? Surely, it wouldn't be for _his_ good +to be brought up under the influence of his father! + +RUTH. If he saw you patiently bearing a cross for the sake of duty, can +you imagine a stronger force for good on the boy's character? What an +example _you_ will set him! What a chance for a mother! + +BLANCHE. But my own life, my own happiness? + +RUTH. Ah, my dear, that's just it! The watchword of our age is self! We +are all for ourselves; the twentieth century is to be a glorification of +selfishness, the Era of Egotism! Forget yourself, and what would you do? +The dignified thing. You would live quietly _beside_ your husband if not +_with_ him. And your son would be worthy of such a mother! + +BLANCHE. And I? + +RUTH. You would be _glad_ in the end. + +BLANCHE. Perhaps-- + +RUTH. Surely! Blanche, for twenty years Mr. Mason and I have loved each +other. + +[BLANCHE _is astonished. There is a pause._ + +[RUTH _smiles while she speaks, though her voice breaks._] + +You never guessed! Ah, well, your father knew. + +BLANCHE. But Mrs. Mason is hopelessly insane; surely-- + +RUTH. A principle is a principle; I took my stand against divorce. What +can you do for a principle if you don't give up everything for it? +Nothing! And that is what I mean. To-day I am not sorry--I am happy. + +[_There is another slight pause._ RICHARD _is heard upstairs singing a +Christmas carol, "Once in Royal David's City," etc._ + +BLANCHE. [_With great emotion._] But if it breaks my heart--if it breaks +my heart? + +RUTH. Hearts don't break from the pain that comes of doing right, but +from the sorrow of doing wrong! [_Neither woman speaks for a minute; in +the silence_ RUTH _hears_ RICHARD.] What's that? + +BLANCHE. [_Hearing now for the first time._] Richard singing one of his +carols. + +RUTH. I'd forgotten it _was_ Christmas. + +[LEONARD _enters Left._ + +LEONARD. Doctor Steinhart is here to see Mr. Sterling. Where shall I +show him, madame? + +BLANCHE. Here; we'll go-- + +[_Rising._ + +LEONARD. Yes, madame. + +[_He goes out._ + +RUT. Well? What are you going to do? + +BLANCHE. I'm _thinking_-- + +RUTH. May I come with you, or shall I-- + +BLANCHE. No, come. + +[_The two women start to leave the room together Right, with their arms +around each other. They meet_ STERLING, _who enters; he starts, they +stop._ + +STERLING. I beg your pardon, I didn't know you were here. + +BLANCHE. We are going to my room; I am sorry you are not well. + +STERLING. Oh, it's nothing, thank you. + +RUTH. If we can do anything, let us know. + +STERLING. [_Overwhelmed with shame, bows his head._] Thank you. + +[_The women go out Right. At the same moment_ DR. STEINHART _is shown in +by_ LEONARD _Left._ + +DR. STEINHART. Good morning, Sterling. + +STERLING. Good morning, doctor; sit down. + +DR. STEINHART. No, thanks, I'm very rushed this morning. What can I do +for you? + +STERLING. I've been drinking too much for some time; I can't eat--my +nerves are all gone to pieces. I've some--some business troubles, and I +haven't slept for a week. + +DR. STEINHART. Is that all! Brace up, help yourself a little, and we can +soon make a man of you. + +STERLING. I'm afraid it would take more than a doctor to do that. + +DR. STEINHART. Oh, come, we must get rid of melancholy. Come and drive +with me to 79th Street. + +STERLING. No, I'm too worn out. Look at my hand! [_Holds out a trembling +hand._] I tell you literally I haven't slept for weeks--I thought you'd +give me some chloral or something. + +DR. STEINHART. What? Now? + +STERLING. Yes; I've tried sulphonal and all that rot; if doesn't have +any effect on me. Give me a hypodermic-- + +DR. STEINHART. Nonsense! Come out into the air! + +STERLING. I've _been_ out. + +DR. STEINHART. Good! Then try lying down again, and perhaps you'll go to +sleep _now_. + +STERLING. Very well, but give me something to take to-night in case I +can't sleep then. + +DR. STEINHART. [_Takes out a note-book and writes with a stylographic +pen._] Be careful what you eat to-day. How about this drinking--did your +business trouble come after it began, or did the whiskey come after the +business trouble? + +STERLING. That's it. + +DR. STEINHART. Um--[_Giving_ STERLING _the paper which he tears out of +his note-book._] Look here, I've a busy day before me; but I'll look in +to-morrow, and we'll have a good talk. + +STERLING. Thank you. I say, what _is_ this? + +DR. STEINHART. It's all right. Sulphate of morphia--one-quarter-grain +tablets. + +STERLING. Isn't that very little? + +DR. STEINHART. Oh, no; you try one, and repeat in an hour if it hasn't +done its work. + +STERLING. But you've only given me two tablets, and I tell you I'm +awfully hard to influence! + +DR. STEINHART. Two's enough; we don't give a lot of drugs to a man in a +nervous condition like yours. Don't let them wake you for luncheon if +you're asleep. Sleep's best for you. Good-by--pleasant dreams. + +[_He goes out Left._ + +STERLING. [_Reads off the prescription._] "Two one-quarter-grain tablets +sulphate of morphia, Wm. B. Steinhart--" And in _ink!_ Why didn't he +write it with a lead-pencil? How can I make it more? Two--wait a minute! +Two! [_Taking out his own stylographic pen._] What's his ink? [_Makes a +mark with his pen on his cuff._] Good! the same! Why not make it twelve? +[_Marking a one before the two._] Just in case--I might as well be on +the safe side! + +[_He rings an electric bell beside the mantel, and waves the paper in +the air to dry it._ BLANCHE _enters Right._ + +BLANCHE. I heard the doctor go. Is anything serious the matter? + +STERLING. _If_ it were my _body_ only that had gone wrong, Blanche! + +[LEONARD _enters Left._ + +[_To_ LEONARD.] Take this prescription round the corner and have it put +up. + +LEONARD. Yes, sir. + +STERLING. And bring it to me with a glass of water. + +LEONARD. Yes, sir. + +[_He goes out Left._ + +[BLANCHE _is still standing._ STERLING _sinks into a chair, and puts his +head in his hands, his elbows on the table. He lifts his head and looks +at her._ + +STERLING. I know what you're going to do; you don't have to tell me; of +course you're going to divorce me. + +BLANCHE. No. + +STERLING. What! + +[_His hands drop to the table; he looks her straight in the face, +doubting what he hears._ + +BLANCHE. [_Looking back into his eyes._] No. + +STERLING. [_Cries._] Blanche! + +[_In a tone of amazement and joy._ + +BLANCHE. I give you one more chance, for your sake _only as my boy's +father_. But--_don't make it impossible for me_--do you understand? + +STERLING. Yes! I must take the true advantage of this chance your +goodness gives me. I must right myself, so that people need not hesitate +to speak of his father in Richard's presence. _And this I will do._ +[_With great conviction he rises._] I know I am at the cross-roads, and +I know the way; _but_ I don't choose it for _your_ reasons; I choose for +my own reason--which is that, unfit as _I am, I love you._ + +[_He speaks deliberately and with real feeling, bending over her._ + +BLANCHE. I tell you truly my love for you is gone for good. + +STERLING. I'll win it back--you _did_ love me, you _did_, didn't you, +Blanche? + +BLANCHE.. I loved the man I thought you were. Do you remember that day +in the mountains when we first really came to know each other, when we +walked many, many miles without dreaming of being tired? + +STERLING. And found ourselves at sunset at the top instead of below, by +our hotel! Oh, yes, I remember! The world changed for me that day. + +[_He sinks back into the arm-chair, overcome, in his weakened state, by +his memories and his realization of what he has made of the present._ + +BLANCHE. And for me! I knew then for the first time you loved me, and +that I loved you. Oh! how short life of a sudden seemed! Not half long +enough for the happiness it held for me! [_She turns upon him with a +vivid change of feeling._] Has it turned out so? + +STERLING. How different! Oh, what a beast! what a fool! + +BLANCHE. [_Speaking with pathetic emotion, tears in her throat and in +her eyes._] And that early summer's day you asked me to be your wife! +[_She gives a little exclamation, half a sob, half a laugh._] It was in +the corner of the garden; I can smell the lilacs now! And the raindrops +fell from the branches as my happy tears did on father's shoulder that +night, when I said, "Father, he will make me the happiest woman in the +world!" + +STERLING. O God! to have your love back! + +BLANCHE. You can't breathe life back into a dead thing; how different +the world would be if one could! + +STERLING. You can bring back life to the drowned; perhaps your love is +only drowned in the sorrow I've caused. + +BLANCHE. [_Smiles sadly and shakes her head; the smile dies away._] Life +to me then was like a glorious staircase, and I mounted happy step after +step led by your hand till everything _seemed_ to culminate on the day +of our wedding. You men don't, _can't_ realize, what that service means +to a girl. In those few moments she parts from all that have cherished +her, made her life, and gives her whole self, her love, her body, and +even her soul sometimes--for love often overwhelms us women--to _the_ +man who, she believes, wants, _starves_, for her gifts. All that a woman +who marries for love feels at the altar I tell you a _man_ can't +understand! You treated this gift of mine, Dick, like a child does a +Santa Claus plaything--for a while you were never happy away from it, +then you grew accustomed to it, then you broke it, and now you have even +lost the broken pieces! + +STERLING. [_Comes to her, growing more and more determined._] I will +_find_ them, and put them together again. + +BLANCHE. [_Again smiles sadly and shakes her head._] First we made of +_every Tuesday_ a festival--our wedding anniversary. After a while we +kept the twenty-eighth of _every month_! The second year you were +satisfied with the twenty-eighth of April only, and last year you forgot +the day altogether. And yet what a happy first year it was! + +STERLING. Ah, you see I _did_ make you happy once! + +BLANCHE. Blessedly happy! Our long silences in those days were not +broken by an oath and a fling out of the room. Oh, the happiness it +means to a wife to see it is hard for her husband to leave her in the +morning, and to be taken so quickly--even roughly--into his arms at +night that she knows he has been longing to come back to her. Nothing +grew tame that first year. And at its end I climbed to the highest step +I had reached yet, when you leaned over my bed and cried big man's +tears, the first I'd ever seen you cry, and kissed me first, and then +little Richard lying on my warm arm, and said, "God bless you, little +mother." [_There is a pause._ BLANCHE _cries softly a moment._ STERLING +_is silent, ashamed. Again she turns upon him, rousing herself, but with +a voice broken with emotion._] And what a _bad_ father you've been to +that boy! + +STERLING. I didn't mean to! That's done, that's past, but Richard's my +boy. I'll make him proud of me, somehow! I'll win your love back--you'll +see! + +[BLANCHE _is about to speak in remonstrance, but stops because of the +entrance of_ LEONARD. _He brings a small chemist's box of tablets in an +envelope and a glass of water on a small silver tray._ + +LEONARD. Your medicine, sir. + +[_He puts it on the table and goes out Right._ + +STERLING. Thank you, thank you! + +[_He takes the box of tablets out of the envelope._ + +BLANCHE. [_Going to him._] _You don't realize_ why I've told you all +this! + +STERLING. [_Counting out the tablets._] One, two. To give me hope! To +give me hope! + +[_He empties the other ten tablets into the envelope, twists it up, and +throws it in the fireplace._ + +BLANCHE. No, no, just the opposite! + +STERLING. Then you've defeated your end, dear; you will stay here with +me. + +BLANCHE. [_Trying to make him realize the exact position._] Opposite you +at the table, receiving our friends, keeping up appearances, yes--but +nearer to you than that? No! Never! + +STERLING. But you _will_ stay? + +[LEONARD _enters from Left._ + +LEONARD. Miss Godesby, Mr. Warden. + +[_They enter._ + +[_All greet each other._ WARDEN _nods stiffly to_ STERLING, _barely +acknowledging his greeting._ + +MISS GODESBY. [_To_ STERLING, _purposely speaking with good-humored +raillery to relieve the tension of the situation._] Well, you're a nice +lot, aren't you? + +STERLING. I'm so ashamed! I'm so ashamed! + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, never mind that now. + +BLANCHE. I have no words to thank you with. + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, that's all right. The truth is, I've made Warden bring +me here, Sterling, for a bit of business. I had an emotional moment +yesterday and went off my head a bit. I stand by what I said as to +keeping quiet, but--well, I'm like any other old maid who hates dust on +her mantelpiece--I'm fidgety not to make some sort of a bluff at putting +this thing on a business basis. + +WARDEN. Excuse me, Miss Godesby, I think Sterling ought to know the +truth. + +STERLING. _Now_ what? + +MISS GODESBY. Well, the truth is, my fool of a brother has kicked up an +infernal row, and refuses to hold his tongue. + +STERLING. Then I'm ruined after all! + +MISS GODESBY. Wait, I've left him with Mr. Mason. I feel certain I can +assure his silence if I can only show him some sort of an agreement to +pay, an acknowledgment of the--the--affair, signed and sealed. + +BLANCHE. Signed by whom? + +MISS GODESBY. Your husband and yourself will do. + +STERLING. But both names are worthless. + +MISS GODESBY. Not as a point of honor. + +STERLING. Ah! no, not my wife's. + +MISS GODESBY. Nor yours to me. Come along! + +[_She goes to the table with_ STERLING, _and unfolding a paper gives it +to him. He signs it._ + +WARDEN. [_Aside to_ BLANCHE, _apologizing for his presence._] She made +me come--she wouldn't come alone; otherwise I should have waited till +you sent for me. + +BLANCHE. It's as well--I've decided. Oh, I wonder if I'm doing wrong. + +[_Looking him straight in the face._ + +WARDEN. [_Looking back searchingly in hers to read the truth, but +believing that she will certainly leave her husband._] No, _you_ can't +do wrong! But I must warn you of one thing--I'm not any longer the +controlled man I was. + +MISS GODESBY. Come along now, Mrs. Sterling, brace up and give me your +name, and Warden, witness, please. [_They do so._] Of course, my dears, +I know perfectly well that legally this isn't worth the paper it's +written on. [_Exchanging a serious and meaning look with_ WARDEN.] But +my idiot of a brother won't realize that, which is the point. One thing +more--will you both dine with me next week, Thursday? [_There is an +embarrassed pause, which, with quick intuition, she understands._] Yes, +you _will_--for _silence_ gives consent! [_Laughing._] Now, that's +settled! + +STERLING. What an awfully good sort you are! + +MISS GODESBY. Thanks, not always--I've been a mucker more than once in +my life! I must go [_Shaking hands with_ BLANCHE.] and relieve Mr. Mason +of my brother, or he'll be accusing me of inhuman treatment; more than +one consecutive hour of my brother ought to be prevented by the police. + +BLANCHE. You are very, _very_ good. + +MISS GODESBY. I think if you and I can get well over this, we'll be real +friends, and I haven't many, have you? + +BLANCHE. [_Takes her hand._] You can count upon me and my boy so long as +we live. + +[_She impulsively but tenderly kisses her._ + +[MISS GODESBY _is very much surprised, but moved._ + +MISS GODESBY. [_Half laughing, half crying, and pulling her veil down to +hide her emotion._] By George! I haven't been kissed by a woman for +years! Good-by. + +[WARDEN _starts to go out with_ MISS GODESBY. BLANCHE _stops him._ + +BLANCHE. Wait one moment--I want to speak alone to Miss Godesby. + +[MISS GODESBY _goes out Left._ + +BLANCHE. [_Aside to_ STERLING.] You tell him; I cannot. Tell him the +_truth_. + +[_She goes out after_ MISS GODESBY. + +WARDEN. Dick. + +STERLING. Ned? + +WARDEN. I have nothing to say to you, Sterling. + +[WARDEN _looks away and whistles a tune to show his unwillingness to +listen._ STERLING _speaks clearly so_ WARDEN _shall hear._ + +STERLING. I have a message for you from my wife. [_There is a second's +pause._ WARDEN _stops whistling and turns and looks at_ STERLING.] She +asks me to explain--to tell--to tell you a decision she has come to. + +[_There is another pause._ + +WARDEN. Yes? + +[_Anxious, at a supreme tension, and now a little alarmed as to the +decision._ + +STERLING. She has decided not to leave my house. + +WARDEN. [_Adds._] _Yet!_ + +STERLING. _Ever!_ + +WARDEN. [_Losing his control._] That's a lie! + +STERLING. I couldn't believe it, either, when she told me. It was her +first word to me to-day. I said, "You are going to divorce me," and she +answered, "No." + +WARDEN. She's sacrificing herself for some reason--her boy! + +STERLING. Never mind, she won't leave me; I have her promise, and I'll +win back her love! + +WARDEN. You fool! You can't win her back! She would never have loved me +if you hadn't disillusioned, _dishonored_ her! I'm not worthy of her, +but I'll never dishonor her, and, please God, never disappoint her, and +so I'll keep her love. + +STERLING. Well, as to that, she decides to stay, leaving love out of the +question. + +WARDEN. And you'll accept that sacrifice! You don't even _love_ her. +You're only thinking of _yourself_ now. Love, real love, forgets itself. +You, after having spoilt half her life, are willing to spoil the rest, +for _your own sake_! + +STERLING. No, for the boy's sake, and her sake--to save a scandal--the +world-- + +[_Interrupted._ + +WARDEN. [_Beside himself._] Oh, damn the world! It's _heaven_ and _hell_ +you'd better think of. _Scandal!_ It couldn't harm _her_, and the hurt +it would do you is a small price to pay. Those whom _God_ has +joined--yes! but it was the devil bound her to you! + +STERLING. Here! I've had enough! Look out! + +WARDEN. [_Moves toward him._] _You_ look out--you shan't rob her of her +happiness. You--a drunkard! A forger! A thief! + +STERLING. _I'd keep her now if only to spite you!_ + +WARDEN. Hah! There spoke the true man in you! Would to heaven the old +days of duelling were back! + +STERLING. A brave wish, as you know they're not! + +WARDEN. They fight in other countries still for their love and honor, +and I'm ready here, now, if you are, with any weapons you choose! + +[STERLING _sneers._] + +Sneer! But will you fight? We'll find a place, and something to fight +with, or fists if you'd rather! You wouldn't kill me before I'd got you +out of her way for good. Will you fight? + +[_Coming closer to him._ + +STERLING. No! + +WARDEN. [_Getting more and more enraged._] If _you lose, you go away_, +and set her free of your own will! + +STERLING. _No!_ + +WARDEN. [_Losing entirely his self-control._] What do you want to _make_ +you fight--will that? + +[_He gives him a stinging blow in the face._ + +STERLING. Yes! + +[_He springs toward_ WARDEN _as_ RUTH _and_ MASON _enter Left. The two +men stand rigid_, WARDEN _breathing heavily._ + +RUTH. Blanche, may I bring in--where's Blanche? + +STERLING. I don't know. + +MASON. Good morning, gentlemen. + +[_There is no response._ WARDEN _is with great difficulty restraining +himself. His lips are compressed lightly and his hands clenched._ + +RUTH. What's the trouble? + +STERLING. I have just told Warden my wife's decision not to leave me. + +RUTH. [_Showing her relief and satisfaction in her face, turns to_ +WARDEN.] You won't try to shake that resolve? + +WARDEN. [_Unable to control himself._] But I will! I _will_--I tell you +all! I hardly know what I say or do! But look out for me, I'm desperate! +I'm a torrent that's only let loose since yesterday, and now all of a +sudden you try to stop me! But it's too late; I've got my impetus; the +repressed passion of years is behind me; nothing can stop me--and God +keep me from doing the wrong thing! I am determined to clear him out of +the way of the happiness of the woman I love. [_To_ RUTH.] Do you mean +to say you approve of her decision? [RUTH _turns her head; he turns to_ +MASON.] Do _you_? + +RUTH. No. + +STERLING. [_To_ RUTH, _holding out his hand._] You will stand by me, +Aunt Ruth, and together we-- + +RUTH. [_Interrupting and refusing his hand._] Oh, no. + +STERLING. Don't you think I can win her love back? + +RUTH. No. + +STERLING. Won't you help me try? + +RUTH. No. It would be useless. + +WARDEN. Come with me to Blanche; I must speak with her. + +[WARDEN _and_ RUTH _go out Right._ + +MASON. [_Alone with_ STERLING.] Go away and make your wife understand +you are never coming back. + +STERLING. But the loneliness, the misery, away--alone. + +MASON. Kill them with hard work; _you have other heavy debts_, you know. +I came to see you about this business of your acknowledgments to Miss +Godesby and Miss Hunter. + +STERLING. Later, later. To-morrow I will decide-- + +[_He motions him away._ MASON _goes to him and puts his hand on his +shoulder._ + +MASON. Decide well-- + +[_He hesitates a moment and then goes out Right._ + +STERLING. [_Watching him go._] There's not one soul in this world who +cares for me, and it's my _own fault_. [RICHARD _is heard upstairs again +singing "Once in Royal David's City._" STERLING _lifts his head and +listens._] Yes, one little soul loves me, and it would be better for +him, too, if I went away. I'll go to sleep and see how I feel about it +when I wake up. [_He moves the glass of water and takes out the box of +tablets. He starts suddenly, but very slightly, and his muscles +tighten._] + +After all, why not end it all _now_, at once, without any more bother? +[_He looks in the box, and glances up questioningly; then he remembers +the fireplace where he threw the other tablets and looks across the room +at the logs. He rises, goes over, and sees in the fireplace the twisted +envelope which holds the other tablets. He bends over to pick it up; he +stops short._] No! Why shouldn't I try it, anyway? She, herself, gives +me the chance! [_He rings the electric bell, and walking away from the +fireplace, takes up with a trembling hand the papers left by_ MASON; _he +wipes the damp from his forehead with his handkerchief. To_ JORDAN, _who +enters Left._] Light the fire quickly; I feel cold. + +[_He sinks into the arm-chair, weak from the mental strain._ + +LEONARD. It's very warm in the house, sir. + +STERLING. Do as I tell you--light the fire. + +LEONARD. [_Looking for matches on the mantel, finds the box empty._] +There are no matches, sir; I must get one. + +STERLING. No, don't go--here--here-- + +[_He gives him a match from his own box._ LEONARD _notices the trembling +hand and suppressed excitement of_ STERLING, _and involuntarily glances +up, but quickly looks back to his work and strikes a match. The match +goes out._ + +LEONARD. I shall need another match, please, sir. + +STERLING. [_With one in his fingers taken from his match-box, he alters +his mind._] I have no more. [_He puts away his match-box._] Never mind +the fire; get me a pint bottle of champagne. + +LEONARD. [_With a surreptitious side glance of curiosity._] Very well, +sir. + +[_He goes out Left._ + +STERLING. That was funny; that was very funny! I wonder if it was +accident, or if there's such a thing as fatality. [_He goes to the +fireplace and picks up the twisted envelope._] If not now--perhaps some +other time--who knows? [_He thrusts the envelope in his vest pocket, and +takes up the papers again from the table to look over them._] I can't +read these things! [_Throwing them down._] The words mean nothing to me! + +[_There is the sound outside of a cork being drawn._ LEONARD _enters +with the champagne and a glass and places them beside_ STERLING. + +LEONARD. Shall I light the fire now, sir? + +STERLING. No, never mind now. + +LEONARD. Yes, sir. + +[_He goes out Left._ + +[STERLING _half fills the glass with champagne. He takes out the box of +tablets and counts aloud._ + +STERLING. One, two, three, four--[_He puts all in the glass, dropping +them as he counts. He hesitates, then quickly drops in two more and +drinks quickly. The glass is empty. He sits by the table thinking a +moment, then lakes a piece of paper and makes ready his stylographic +pen._] Let me see; can I make it seem accidental; it would be so much +less bother and trouble for them! [_He thinks a second, then writes._] +"I have accidentally taken an overdose of my sleeping draught. I have +tried to call some one, but it's no use. I ask only one thing, that you +forget all my sins, wipe out their memory with my name. I want my boy to +change his name, too." [_He hesitates a moment, and then scratches that +sentence heavily out._] No, I won't say that. [_He waits a moment._] God +in heaven, what wouldn't I give for one friendly word just now! Some one +to sort of say _good-by_ to me--take my hand--even a _servant_! + +[_He looks about him, showing signs of drowsiness. The door Right bursts +open._ STERLING _quickly hides the letter in his inside pocket as_ +WARDEN _comes in._ + +WARDEN. My hat! Where's my hat! + +[_He looks about for it._ + +STERLING. [_Quietly._] Ned? + +WARDEN. My hat, I say! Where's my hat? + +[_Looking._ + +STERLING. Ned! + +[_Something in his voice arrests_ WARDEN'S _attention._ + +WARDEN. What? [_He looks at him._] What's the matter-- + +STERLING. Nothing--I'm half asleep, that's all--the reaction--I'm worn +out and I've changed my mind-- + +WARDEN. How do you mean? + +STERLING. I'm going away for good--that's the best I can do; I want you +to forgive me--_could_ you? What do you say? Forgive me for everything! +For the sake of the old schoolboy days-- + +WARDEN. When are you going? + +STERLING. To-day. Will you say good-by to me and wish me well on my +journey? + +WARDEN. [_Speaks without sympathy._] You can count on me always to help +you in any way I can. You can still retrieve a good deal if you're +strong enough. + +STERLING. I know what a beastly friend I've been, and yesterday was more +than any man would stand, but forgive that, too, will you? I've always +been a bad lot! + +WARDEN. [_Goes to him and speaks, with the sympathy of a man for a child +coming into his voice._] No, a weak lot; that's been your ruin, Dickie. +I'll see you again before you go. + +STERLING. No, I'm going to sleep as long as I can now, and I don't want +any one to wake me up; but when I do wake, I shall have other things to +do. This is good-by. + +WARDEN. Well, good luck! [_He starts to go. The two men look at each +other, and finally_ STERLING _gets the courage to hold out his hand._ +WARDEN _hesitates a moment, then shakes it._] Good luck! + +[_He goes out Left._ + +[STERLING, _who has been growing more and more drowsy, as soon as he is +alone, goes with difficulty to the door and locks it. He is so drowsy +that he leans against the door for a moment; then he starts to go back +to the table, but is unable to get there and sinks on the sofa half way +between the table and the door. His eyes close, but suddenly he starts +violently and tries to rise, but cannot, crying out faintly._ + +STERLING. Good God--the money! I forgot the money--who'll pay my debts? +Ah, this is a fitting climax for my life--the weakest, dirtiest thing +I've done--[_He gets the letter from his pocket and holds it in his +hand; the light of the afternoon grows slowly dim, like his fading sight +and senses. He murmurs twice in a faint, drowsy voice._] Coward! Coward! + +[BLANCHE, _in the hall outside Right, calls his name._ + +BLANCHE. Dick! + +[STERLING'S _body relaxes and sets. The letter drops from his lifeless +hands._ + +[BLANCHE _enters with_ RUTH, _followed by_ RICHARD, _who rides a stick +with a horse's head and wears a soldier's cap._ + +RICHARD. Merry Christmas, father! + +BLANCHE. [_Going toward the sofa._] Dick! + +RICHARD. Merry Christmas, father! + +BLANCHE. Sh! Father's asleep. + +[_They steal back toward the other door when_ WARDEN _enters Right._ + +WARDEN. Oh, you are here! I went down into the drawing-room where I left +you. + +BLANCHE. Sh! + +[_She points to_ STERLING, _who lies apparently asleep. They speak in +lowered voices._ + +WARDEN. Yes, I have a message for you from him. + +[_Looking at_ RICHARD _and_ RUTH. + +RUTH. [_Who understands._] Come, Richard, I haven't seen your tree yet. + +[_She goes out Right with_ RICHARD. + +WARDEN. [_To_ BLANCHE.] Give me your hand. + +[_She does so wonderingly._ + +WARDEN. [_Softly, with a man's tenderness in his voice._] He is going +away for good. + +BLANCHE. Away? + +WARDEN. For good. + +BLANCHE. [_Slowly, withdrawing her hand._] For good? [_She looks over +toward_ STERLING, _and then back to_ WARDEN.] What does he mean? + +WARDEN. We will know when he wakes. + +THE CURTAIN STEALS SOFTLY DOWN + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Climbers, by Clyde Fitch + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CLIMBERS *** + +***** This file should be named 16635-8.txt or 16635-8.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/6/6/3/16635/ + +Produced by David Garcia, Melissa Er-Raqabi and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net. +Produced from images provided by Kentuckiana Digital +Archive. + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Climbers + A Play in Four Acts + +Author: Clyde Fitch + +Release Date: September 3, 2005 [EBook #16635] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CLIMBERS *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Melissa Er-Raqabi and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net. +Produced from images provided by Kentuckiana Digital +Archive. + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<div class="outerbox"> +<br /> + +<div class="innerbox"> +<h1>THE CLIMBERS</h1> +<h2><i>A PLAY IN FOUR ACTS</i></h2> +</div> + +<div><br /></div> + +<div class="innerbox"> +<h3><i>By</i></h3> +<h2>CLYDE FITCH</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/fleur-de-lis.png" +alt="fleur-de-lis" title="fleur-de-lis" /> +</div> +</div> + +<div><br /></div> + + + + + + +<div class="innerbox"> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="Front Matter"> + +<tr> + +<td align='center'><span class="smcap">new york</span><br /> +SAMUEL FRENCH<br /> +<span class="smcap">publisher</span><br /> +25 <span class="smcap">West</span> 45th <span class="smcap">Street</span></td> + +<td align='center'><span class="smcap"> london</span><br /> + SAMUEL FRENCH, <span class="smcap">Ltd.</span><br /> + 26 <span class="smcap">Southampton St.</span><br /> +<span class="smcap"> Strand</span><br /></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p class="center">Reprinted by permission of Little, Brown & Co.</p> + +</div> + + +</div> + +<p><br /></p> +<p><br /></p> +<p><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1905,<br /> +<span class="smcap">By</span> LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY.<br /> +<span class="smcap">all rights reserved</span> +</p> + +<p><small>This play is fully protected by the copyright law, all requirements of +which have been complied with. In its present printed form it is dedicated +to the reading public only, and no performance of it, either professional +or amateur, may be given without the written permission of +the owner of the acting rights, who may be addressed in care of the +publishers, Little, Brown, and Company.</small></p> + +<p><br /></p> +<p><br /></p> +<p><br /></p> + + +<p class="center"> +TO<br /> +CHARLES T. MATHEWS<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<span class="smcap">in grateful recognition of his<br /> +true friendship and loyal enthusiasm<br /> +from the beginning</span><br /> +<br /> +C.F.<br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><i>THE CLIMBERS</i></h2> + + + + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>ACT I.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">In Late Winter.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='left'><i> At the Hunters'.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>ACT II.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Following Christmas Eve.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='left'><i> At the Sterlings'.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>ACT III.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Christmas Day.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='left'><i> At the Hermitage, by the Bronx River.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>ACT IV.</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Day After Christmas.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='left'><i> At the Sterlings'.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + + + + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">New York: To-Day</span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><i>THE PEOPLE IN THE PLAY</i></h2> + +<p class="center"><i><small>(Transcriber's Note: One character is listed as Dr. Steinart in the List +of Characters, but Dr. Steinhart in the body of the play.)</small></i></p> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="The People In The Play"> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Richard Sterling</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Edward Warden</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Frederick Mason</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Johnny Trotter</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinart</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Ryder</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Servant</span><i> at the Hermitage.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>.<i> Butler at the Sterlings'.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>.<i> Footman at the Sterlings'.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Master Sterling</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Servants</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"> </span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Mrs. Sterling</span> (<i>née Blanche Hunter</i>).</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Miss Hunter</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Jessica Hunter</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Clara Hunter</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Tompson</span>.<i> Mrs. Hunter's Maid.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Marie</span>.<i> Clara Hunter's Maid.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4>Originally produced at the Bijou Theatre, New +York, January 21, 1901, with the following cast:—</h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Cast"> +<tr><td align='left'>Richard Sterling</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Mr. Frank Worthing</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Edward Warden</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Mr. Robert Edeson</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Frederick Mason</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Mr. John Flood</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Johnny Trotter</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Mr. Ferdinand Gottschalk</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dr. Steinart</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Mr. George C. Boniface</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Godesby</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Mr. J.B. Sturges</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ryder</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Mr. Kinard</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Servant at the Hermitage</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Mr. Henry Warwick</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jordan</td><td align='center'> <i>Servants</i> </td><td align='right'>Mr. Edward Moreland</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Leonard</td><td align='center'> <i>at the</i> </td><td align='right'>Mr. Henry Stokes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A Footman</td><td align='center'> <i>Hunters'</i> </td><td align='right'>Mr. Frederick Wallace</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Richard Sterling, Jr.</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Master Harry Wright</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mrs. Hunter</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Mrs. Madge Carr Cook</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mrs. Sterling (<i>née</i> Blanche Hunter)</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Miss Amelia Bingham</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jessica Hunter</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Miss Maud Monroe</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Clara Hunter</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Miss Minnie Dupree</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Miss Hunter</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Miss Annie Irish</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Miss Godesby</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Miss Clara Bloodgood</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Miss Sillerton</td><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>Miss Ysobel Haskins</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tompson</td><td align='center'> <i>Maids at</i> </td><td align='right'>Miss Lillian Eldredge</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Marie</td><td align='center'> <i>the Hunters'</i> </td><td align='right'>Miss Florence Lloyd</td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4>Produced at the Comedy Theatre, London, +September 5, 1903, with the following cast:—</h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Cast"> +<tr><td align='left'>Richard Sterling</td><td align='right'> Mr. Sydney Valentine</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Edward Warden</td><td align='right'>Mr. Reeves-Smith</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Frederick Mason</td><td align='right'>Mr. J.L. Mackay</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Johnny Trotter</td><td align='right'>Mr. G.M. Graham</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Godesby</td><td align='right'>Mr. Horace Pollock</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dr. Steinart</td><td align='right'>Mr. Howard Sturges</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Master Sterling</td><td align='right'>Miss Maidie Andrews</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ryder</td><td align='right'>Mr. Henry Howard</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jordan</td><td align='right'>Mr. Elgar B. Payne</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Leonard</td><td align='right'>Mr. Littledale Power</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Footman</td><td align='right'>Mr. Rivers Bertram</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Servant</td><td align='right'>Mr. George Aubrey</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mrs. Sterling</td><td align='right'>Miss Lily Hanbury</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Miss Hunter</td><td align='right'>Miss Kate Tyndall</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mrs. Hunter</td><td align='right'>Miss Lottie Venne</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jessica Hunter</td><td align='right'>Miss Alma Mara</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Clara Hunter</td><td align='right'>Mrs. Mouillot</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Miss Sillerton</td><td align='right'>Miss Florence Sinclair</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tompson</td><td align='right'>Miss L. Crauford</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Marie</td><td align='right'>Miss Armstrong</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Miss Godesby</td><td align='right'>Miss Fannie Ward</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ACT I</h2> + + +<p class="direction"><i>A drawing-room at the Hunters', handsomely and +artistically furnished. The woodwork and +furniture are in the period of Louis XVI. +The walls and furniture are covered with +yellow brocade, and the curtains are of the +same golden material. At the back are two +large windows which give out on Fifth Avenue, +opposite the Park, the trees of which are seen +across the way. At Left is a double doorway, +leading into the hall. At Right, opposite, is a +door which leads to other rooms, and thence to +other parts of the house. In the centre, at back, +between the two windows, is the fireplace; on the +mantel are two vases and a clock in dark blue +ormolu. There is a white and gold piano on +the Right side of the room. The room suggests +much wealth, and that it has been done by a +professional decorator; the personal note of taste +is lacking.</i></p> + +<p class="direction"><i>It is four o'clock in the afternoon. The shades of +the windows are drawn down. There are rows +and rows of camp-chairs filling the entire room.</i></p> + +<p class="direction"><i>The curtain rises slowly. After a moment,</i> +<span class="smcap">Jordan</span>, <i>the butler, and</i> <span class="smcap">Leonard</span>, <i>a footman, +enter from the Left and begin to gather +together and carry out the camp-chairs. They +do this with very serious faces, and take great +pains to step softly and to make no noise. They +enter a second time for more chairs.</i></p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. [<i>Whispers to</i> <span class="smcap">Leonard</span>.] When are +they coming for the chairs?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. [<i>Whispers back.</i>] To-night. Say, it +was fine, wasn't it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. Grand!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>They go out with the chairs and immediately +reënter for more. They are followed in this +time by a lady's maid,</i> <span class="smcap">Tompson</span>; <i>she is not a +young woman. As she crosses the room she +stoops and picks up a faded flower which has +fallen from some emblem. She goes to the +window at Right, and peeps out. She turns +around and looks at the others. They all +speak in subdued voices.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tompson</span>. Jordan, what do you think—can +we raise the shades now?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. Yes, of course—after they've left +the house it's all over as far as we here are concerned.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She raises both shades.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tompson</span>. Phew! what an odor of flowers!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She opens one of the windows a little.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Marie</span>, <i>a young, pretty, French woman, enters +from the Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Marie</span>. Will I help you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tompson</span>. Just with this table, thank you, +Marie. [<i>They begin to rearrange the room, putting +it in its normal condition. They replace the +table and put back the ornaments upon it.</i>] Poor +Mr. Hunter, and him so fond of mince pie. I +shall never forget how that man ate mince pie.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She sighs lugubriously and continues her labor +with the room.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. I hope as how it's not going to make +any difference with us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. [<i>Pompously.</i>] Of course not; wasn't +Mr. Hunter a millionnaire?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tompson</span>. Some millionnaires I've known +turned out poor as Job's turkey in their coffins!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Marie</span>. What you say? You tink we shall +'ave some of madame's or ze young ladies' dresses?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tompson</span>. [<i>Hopefully.</i>] Perhaps.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Marie</span>. I 'ave already made my choice. I +like ze pale pink of Mees Jessie.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. Sh! I heard a carridge.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tompson</span>. Then they're coming back.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Marie</span> <i>quickly goes out Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Leonard</span>, <i>hurriedly, as he quickly +goes out Left.</i>] Take them last two chairs!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Leonard</span>, <i>with the chairs, follows</i> <span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>out +Left.</i> <span class="smcap">Tompson</span> <i>hastily puts back a last arm-chair +to its usual position in the room and goes +out Right.</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>enters Left, followed +by her three daughters</i>, <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>, <span class="smcap">Jessica</span>, +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Master Sterling</span>, <i>who is +a small, attractive child, five years of age. +All are in the deepest conventional mourning,</i> +<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>in widow's weeds and</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> +<i>with a heavy, black chiffon veil; the</i> <span class="smcap">Boy</span> <i>is +also dressed in conventional mourning. As soon +as they enter, all four women lift their veils.</i> +<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>is a well-preserved woman, with +a pretty, rather foolish, and somewhat querulous +face. Her figure is the latest mode.</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche +Sterling</span>, <i>her oldest daughter, is her antithesis,—a +handsome, dignified woman, young, sincere, +and showing, in her attitude to the others and +in her own point of view, the warmth of a +true, evenly-balanced nature.</i> <span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>is a +typical second child,—nice, good, self-effacing, +sympathetic, unspoiled.</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>is her opposite,—spoiled, +petulant, pretty, pert, and selfish.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>With a long sigh.</i>] Oh, I am so +glad to be back home and the whole thing over +without a hitch!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She sinks with a great sigh of relief into a big +chair.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Takes her son to</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>.] +Kiss grandmother good-by, and then Leonard +will take you home.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Good-by, dear. Be a good boy. +Don't eat too much candy.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Kisses him carelessly.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Master Sterling</span>. Good-by. [<i>Runs towards +the door Left, shouting happily.</i>] Leonard! Leonard!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Tearfully.</i>] My dears, it was +a great success! Everybody was there!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The three younger women stand and look about +the room, as if it were strange to them—as if +it were empty. There is a moment's silence.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Tenderly.</i>] Mother, why don't you +take off your bonnet?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Take it off for me; it <i>will</i> be a +great relief.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Help me, Jess.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Irritably.</i>] Yes, <i>do</i> something, +Jessie. You've mortified me terribly to-day! +That child hasn't shed a tear. People'll think +you didn't love your father. [<i>The two are taking +off</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter's</span> <i>bonnet.</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> +<i>waits for an answer from</i> <span class="smcap">Jessica</span>; <i>none comes.</i>] +I never saw any one so heartless! [<i>Tearful again.</i>] +And her father adored her. <i>She</i> +was one of the things we quarrelled <i>most</i> +about!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Over</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter's</span> <i>head</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>exchanges +a sympathetic look with</i> <span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>to show she +understands.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. I'm sure <i>I've</i> cried enough. I've cried +buckets.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She goes to</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>as</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>take away the bonnet and veil and +put them on the piano.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Kissing Clara.</i>] Yes, dear, +you are your mother's own child. And <i>you</i> lose +the most by it, too.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Leaning against the side of her mother's chair, +with one arm about her mother.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Yes, indeed, instead of coming out next +month, and having a perfectly lovely winter, +I'll have to mope the whole season, and, if I don't +look out, be a wallflower without ever having +been a bud!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Half amused but feeling</i> <span class="smcap">Clara's</span> +<i>remark is perhaps not quite the right thing.</i>] Sh—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>During</i> <span class="smcap">Clara's</span> <i>speech above,</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>has +taken</i> <span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>in her arms a moment and +kissed her tenderly, slowly. They rejoin</i> +<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter, Blanche</span> <i>wiping her eyes,</i> +<span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>still tearless.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. And think of all the clothes we brought +home from Paris last month!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. My dear, don't think of clothes—think +of your poor father! That street dress +of mine will dye very well, and we'll give the +rest to your aunt and cousins.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Mother, don't you want to go upstairs?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. [<i>Sincerely moved.</i>] Yes, I hate this +room now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Rising.</i>] Hate this room! +When we've just had it done! Louis Kinge!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Louis <i>Quinze</i>, dear! She means +the associations now, mother.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Oh, yes, but that's weak and +foolish, Jessie. No, Blanche—[<i>Sitting again.</i>]—I'm +too exhausted to move. Ring for tea.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>rings the bell beside the mantel.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Crossing to piano, forgets and starts +to play a music-hall song, but</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> +<i>stops her.</i>] Oh, yes, tea! I'm starved!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Clara, darling! As if you could +be hungry at such a time!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>enters Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Tea, Jordan.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. Yes, madam.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He goes out Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Girls, everybody in town was +there! I'm sure even your father himself couldn't +have complained.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Mother!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Well, you know he always +found fault with my <i>parties</i> being too mixed. He +wouldn't realize I couldn't throw over all my old +set when I married into his,—not that I ever +acknowledged I was your father's inferior. I +consider my family was just as good as his, only +we were <i>Presbyterians</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Mother, dear, take off your gloves.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I thought I had. [<i>Crying.</i>] +I'm so heartbroken I don't know what I'm doing.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Taking off her gloves.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>comfort their mother.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. Here's the tea—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Leonard</span> <i>enter with large, silver +tray, with tea, cups, and thin bread-and-butter +sandwiches. They place them on small +tea-table which</i> <span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>arranges for them.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I'm afraid I can't touch it.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Taking her place behind tea-table and biting +eagerly into a sandwich.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. [<i>Dryly.</i>] Try.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>pours tea for them all, which they +take in turn.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Eating.</i>] One thing I was +furious about,—did you see the Witherspoons +<i>here</i> at the house?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. <i>I</i> did.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. The idea! When I've never +called on them. They are the worst social pushers +I've ever known.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She takes another sandwich.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Trying to make people think they are +on our visiting list! Using even a funeral to get in!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. But I <i>was</i> glad the Worthings +were here, and I thought it <i>sweet</i> of old Mr. Dormer +to go even to the cemetery. [<i>Voice breaks a little.</i>] +He never goes to balls any more, and, they say, +catches cold at the slightest change of temperature.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She takes a third sandwich.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. A great many people loved father.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Irritably.</i>] They ought to've. +It was really foolish the way he was always doing +something for somebody! How good these sandwiches +are! [<i>Spoken very plaintively.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. Shall we have to economize now, +mother?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Of course not; how dare you +suggest such an injustice to your <i>father</i>, and <i>before</i> +the flowers are withered on his grave!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Again becoming tearful.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>enters Left with a small silver tray, +heaping full of letters.</i></p> + +<p>Has the new writing paper come?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Who takes the letters and looks +through them, giving some to her mother.</i>] Yes.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>reads a letter, and passes it to</i> +<span class="smcap">Jessica</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Is the black border broad +enough? They said it was the thing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. If you had it any broader, you'd have +to get white ink to write with!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Sweetly.</i>] Don't be impertinent, +darling!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Reading another letter.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Ruth Hunter</span>. <i>She is an unmarried +woman between thirty and forty years +of age, handsome, distinguished; an aristocrat, +without any pretensions; simple, unaffected, +and direct in her effort to do kindnesses +where they are not absolutely undeserved. She +enters the room as if she carried with her an +atmosphere of pure ozone. This affects all +those in it. She is dressed in deep mourning +and wears a thick chiffon veil, which she +removes as she enters.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Oh! you're having tea!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Glad that they are.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Taking a second cup.</i>] I thought +the children <i>ought</i> to.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Of course they ought and so ought you, +if you haven't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Oh, I've <i>trifled</i> with something.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. Sit here, Aunt Ruth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Will you have a cup, Aunt Ruth?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Yes, dear, I'm feeling <i>very</i> hungry.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Sitting on the sofa beside</i> <span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>and pressing +her hand as she does so.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Hungry! <i>How can you!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Because I'm not a <i>hypocrite</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Whimpering.</i>] I suppose that's +a slur at me!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. If the slipper fits! But I confess I +haven't eaten much for several days; I couldn't +touch anything this morning, and I begin to feel +exhausted; I must have food and, thank Heaven, +I want it. Thank you.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>, <i>taking the cup from her.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I think it's awful, Ruth, and I +feel I have a right to say it—I think you owed +it to my feelings to have worn a long veil; people +will think you didn't love your brother.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>Dryly.</i>] Will they? Let them! You +know as well as I do that George loathed the very +idea of crêpe and all display of mourning.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Feeling out of her element, +changes the subject.</i>] You stayed behind?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Yes. I wanted to be the last there. +[<i>Her voice chokes; she tries to control herself.</i>] Ah! +you see my nerves are all gone to pieces. I <i>won't</i> +cry any more!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I don't see how you could +bear it—staying; but you never had any heart, +Ruth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>Mechanically, biting her lips hard to +keep the tears back.</i>] Haven't I?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. My darling husband always felt +that defect in you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. George?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. He resented your treatment of +me, and often said so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>Very quietly, but with determination.</i>] +Please be careful. Don't talk to me like this +about my brother, Florence—or you'll make me +say something I shall be sorry for.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I don't care! It wore on him, +the way you treated me. I put up with it for his +sake, but it helped undermine his health.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Florence, stop!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>In foolish anger, the resentment +of years bursting out.</i>] I <i>won't</i> stop! I'm alone +now, and the least you can do is to see that people +who've fought shy of me take me up and give me +my due. You've been a cruel, selfish sister-in-law, +and your own brother saw and hated you +for it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. <i>Mother!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>Outraged.</i>] Send your daughters out of +the room; I wish to answer you alone.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Frightened.</i>] No! what you +have to say to me I prefer my children to hear!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>comes over to her mother and puts her +arm about her.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. I can't remain quiet any longer. George—[<i>She +almost breaks down, but she controls herself.</i>] +This funeral is enough, with its show and worldliness! +I don't believe there was a soul in the church +you didn't see! Look at your handkerchief! +Real grief isn't measured by the width of a black +border. I'm ashamed of you, Florence! I never +liked you very much, although I tried to for your +husband's sake, but now I'm even more ashamed of +you. My dear brother is gone, and there need +be no further bond between us, but I want you to +understand the true reason why, from to-day, I +keep away from you. This funeral was revolting +to me!—a show spectacle, a social function, and +for <i>him</i> who you know <i>hated</i> the very thing. +[<i>She stops a moment to control her tears and her +anger.</i>] I saw the reporters there, and I heard +your message to them, and I contradicted it. I +begged them not to use your information, and they +were gentlemen and promised me not to. You are, +and always have been, a silly, frivolous woman. +I don't doubt you loved your husband as much +as you could any man, but it wasn't enough for me; +he was worth being adored by the best and noblest +woman in the world. I've stood by all these +years, trying with my love and silent sympathy to +be some comfort to him—but I saw the disappointment +and disillusionment eat away the very +<i>hope</i> of happiness out of his heart. I tried to help +him by helping you in your foolish ambitions, +doing what I could to give my brother's wife the +social position <i>his name</i> entitled her to!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. That's not true; I've had to +fight it out all alone!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. It was not my fault if my best friends +found you intolerable; <i>I</i> couldn't blame them. +Well, now it's over! George is at rest, please +God. You are a rich woman to do what you +please. Go, and do it! and Heaven forgive you +for ruining my brother's life! I'm sorry to have +said all this before your children. Blanche, you +know how dearly I love you, and I hope you have +forgiven me by now for my opposition to your +marriage.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Of course I've forgiven you, but +you were always unjust to Dick.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Yes; I didn't like your husband then, +and I didn't believe in him, but I like him better +now. And I am going to put all my affairs in his +hands. I couldn't show—surely—a better proof +of confidence and liking than that: to trust him as +I did—your father. I hope I shall see much of +you and Jessica. As for you, Clara, I must be +honest—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Interrupting her.</i>] Oh, I know you've +always hated me! The presents you gave the +other girls were always twice as nice as I got!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Sympathetically.</i>] Come here, +darling.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>goes and puts her arms about her mother's +neck.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. You are your mother's own child, Clara, +and I never could pretend anything I didn't feel. +[<i>She turns to</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Jessica</span>, <i>who stand +side by side.</i>] You two are all I have left in the +world of my brother. [<i>She kisses them, and lets +the tears come, this time without struggling.</i>] Take +pity on your old-maid aunt and come and see me, +won't you, <i>often</i>—[<i>Trying to smile away her +tears.</i>] And now good-by!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica and Ruth</span>. [<i>Taking her hands.</i>] +Good-by.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>looks about the room to say good-by +to it; she cries and hurriedly begins pulling +down her veil, and starts to go out as</i> +<span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>enters Left and announces "Mr. +Mason!"</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>fluffs her hair a little and hopes +she looks becoming.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Mason</span> <i>is a typical New Yorker, well built, well +preserved, dignified, and good-looking,—a +solid man in every sense of the word.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. [<i>Meeting</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span>, <i>shakes hands with +her.</i>] Miss Hunter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. I am just going, Mr. Mason.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. You must stay. I sent word to your +house this morning to meet me here.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Shakes hands with the others.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. I was here all night.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Will you have some tea? The +children were hungry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. No, thank you. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>.] Isn't +your husband here?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jordan</span>, <i>at a signal from</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>, <i>removes +the tea things.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. No, he left us at the door when we +came back.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Didn't he get a letter from me this +morning asking him to meet me here?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Oh, yes, he did mention a letter at +breakfast, but my thoughts were away. He has +been very much worried lately over his affairs; +he doesn't confide in me, but I see it. I wish you +could advise him, Mr. Mason.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. I cannot advise your husband if he +won't <i>ask</i> my advice. I don't think we'll wait for +Mr. Sterling.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Gives chair to</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I suppose you've come about +all the horrid business. Why not just tell us how +much our income is, and let all the details go. I +really think the details are more than I can bear +to-day.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. That can be certainly as you wish; but +I felt—as your business adviser—and besides I +promised my old friend, your husband—it was my +duty to let you know how matters stand with the +least possible delay.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Beginning to break down.</i>] +George! George!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>looks at her, furious, and bites her lips +hard.</i> <span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>is standing with her back +toward them.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Well, then—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He is interrupted by</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>, <i>who sees</i> +<span class="smcap">Jessica</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Jess! How rude you are! +Turn around this minute! [<span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>does not move.</i>] +What do you mean! Excuse me, Mr. Mason! +Jess! Such disrespect to your father's will! +Turn around! [<i>Angry.</i>] Do you hear me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. [<i>With her back still turned, her shoulders +shaking, speaks in a voice broken with sobs.</i>] +Leave me alone! Leave me alone—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She sits in a chair beside her and leans her arms +upon its back and buries her face in her arms.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>With her hand on her mother's arm.</i>] +Mother! Don't worry her!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Go on, please, Mr. Mason, +and remember, <i>spare us the details.</i> What is our +income?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Mrs. Hunter, there is no income.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Quietly, not at all grasping +what he means.</i>] No income! How is our +money—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. I am sorry to say there is <i>no</i> +money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Echoes weakly.</i>] No money?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Not a penny!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Realizing now what he means, +cries out in a loud, hard, amazed voice.</i>] What!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>With her hand on her shoulder.</i>] +Mother!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I don't believe it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Mason</span>.] My good friend, do you +mean that literally—that my brother died +without leaving <i>any</i> money behind him?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. For his wife and family?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. I mean just that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. But how?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Yes, <i>tell us the details</i>—every +one of them! You can't imagine the shock this is +to me!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Hunter sent for me two days before he +died, and told me things had gone badly with him +last year, but it seemed impossible to retrench +his expenses.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. <i>Are you listening, Florence?</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Yes, of course I am; your +brother was a very extravagant man!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. This year, with his third daughter +coming out, there was need of more money than +ever. He was harassed nearly to death with +financial worries. [<span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>begins to cry softly.</i> +<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>gets angrier and angrier.</i>] And +finally, in sheer desperation, and trusting to the +advice of the Storrings, he risked everything he +had with them in the Consolidated Copper. +The day after, he was taken ill. You know what +happened. The Storrings, Hunter, and others +were ruined absolutely; the next day Hunter +died.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Poor George! Why didn't he come to +me; he must have known that everything I had +was his!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. He was too ill when the final blow +came to realize it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Angry.</i>] But his <i>life insurance</i>,—there +was a big policy in my name.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. He had been obliged to let that lapse.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. You mean I haven't even my +<i>life</i> insurance?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. As I said, there is nothing, except this +house, and that is—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Rises indignantly and almost +screams in angry hysterics.</i>] <i>Mortgaged</i>, I presume! +Oh, it's insulting! It's an indignity. It's—it's—Oh, +well, it's just like my husband, there!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Mother!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>rises, and, taking</i> <span class="smcap">Mason's</span> <i>arm, leads him +aside.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>.] Oh, don't talk +to me now! You always preferred your father, +and now you're punished for it! He has wilfully +left your mother and sisters paupers!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. How can you speak like that! +Surely you know father must have suffered more +than we could when he realized he was leaving +nothing for you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. Yes, and it was for us too that he lost +all. It was our extravagance.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Hush! How dare <i>you</i> side +against me, too?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Florence—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Well, Ruth, what do you think +of your brother now?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>To her mother.</i>] Don't!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. By whom were the arrangements for +to-day made?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. My son-in-law had most pressing +business, and his friend—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. The friend of all of us—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Yes, of course, Mr. Warden +saw to everything.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. He will be here any moment!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. When he comes, will you send him on +to me, please?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Very well. Good-by. [<i>Shakes hands +with</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>.] I am very sorry to have been +the bearer of such bad news.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Shaking hands with him.</i>] +Please overlook anything I may have said; at such +a moment, with the loss of all my money—and +my dear husband—I don't know <i>what</i> to say!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Naturally. [<i>To the others.</i>] Good-by. +[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span>, <i>who follows him.</i>] I'll come to see you +in the morning.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>As they shake hands.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. And I can then tell you what I settle +here now. [<span class="smcap">Mason</span> <i>goes out Left.</i>] Florence, I'm +very sorry—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Interrupted.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Oh! <i>You!</i> Sorry!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Yes, very, very sorry,—first, that I +spoke as I did just now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. It's too late to be sorry for +that now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. No, it isn't, and I'll prove to you I mean +it. Come, we'll talk things over.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Go away! I don't want you +to prove anything to me! [<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>sit side by side on the sofa.</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>are in chairs near the table.</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>sits +beside</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>has something +the manner of porcupines and shows a set determination +to accept nothing by way of comfort +or expedient.</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>looks hopeful and ready +to take the helm for the family.</i> <span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>will back +up</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>.] My happiness in this world is +over. What have I to live for?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Your children!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Beggars like myself!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. But your children will work for you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Work! I see myself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> So do I.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. My children work! Don't be +absurd!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. It is not absurd! I can certainly earn +my own living somehow and so can Clara.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Doing <i>what</i>, I should like to know! +I see myself!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Jess is right. I'll take care of this +family—father always said I was "his own child." +I'll do my best to take his place.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. I will gladly give Jessica a home.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Whimpers.</i>] You'd rob me of +my children, too!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. Thank you, Aunt Ruth, but I must +stay with mother and be Blanche's right-hand +man!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. I might go on the stage.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. My dear, smart people don't +any more.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. I'd like to be a sort of Anna Held.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. I don't see why I couldn't learn typewriting, +Blanche?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Huh! Why, you could never +even learn to play the piano; I don't think you'd +be much good at typewriting.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. You want to be a typewriter, because +in the papers they always have an old gentleman +taking them to theatres and supper! No, sir, if +there is to be any "old man's darling" in this +family, <i>I'll</i> be <i>it</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>Dryly.</i>] You'll have to learn to spell +correctly first!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Superciliously.</i>] Humph!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. There are lots of ways nowadays for +women to earn their living.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Yes, typewriting we will consider.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Never!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>No one pays any attention to her except</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span>, +<i>who agrees with her.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Jess, you learned enough to <i>teach</i>, +didn't you?—even at that fashionable school +your mother sent you to?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. Oh, yes, I think I could teach.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Never!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Still no one pays any attention except</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> +<i>who again agrees with her.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. No, indeed! <i>I</i> wouldn't teach!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. If we only knew some nice elderly +woman who wanted a companion, Jess would be +a godsend.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. If she was a nice <i>old</i> lady with lots of +money and delicate health, I wouldn't mind that +position myself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Clara, you seem to take this matter +as a supreme joke!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>With mock humility.</i>] May <i>I</i> +speak? [<i>She waits. All turn to her. A moment's, +silence.</i>] <span class="smcap">May</span> I speak?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Yes, yes. Go on, Florence; don't you +see we're listening?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I didn't know! I've been +so completely ignored in this entire conversation. +But there is one thing for the girls—the easiest +possible way for them to earn their living—which +you don't seem for a moment to have +thought of!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She waits with a smile of coming triumph on her +face.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Nursing!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Disgusted.</i>] No!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Manicuring?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. <i>Darling!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Designing dresses and hats?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. No!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. Book-keeping?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Then what in the world is it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Marriage!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Oh, of course!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Humph!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>exchange glances.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. That young Mr. Trotter would +be a fine catch for Jess.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. Who loathes him!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Don't be old-fashioned! He's +very nice.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. A little cad, trying to get into society—nice +occupation for a <i>man</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. Mother, you can't be serious.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Why wouldn't he do for <i>me</i>?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. He <i>would</i>! The very thing!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. We'll see, darling; I think +Europe is the place for you. I don't believe all +the titles are gobbled up yet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Jess, I might get you some women +friends of mine, to whom you could go mornings +and answer their letters.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I should not allow my daughter +to go in that capacity to the house of any woman +who had refused to call on her mother, which is +the way most of your friends have treated me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Do you realize, Florence, this is a question +of bread and butter, a practical suggestion of +life, which has nothing whatever to do with the +society columns of the daily papers?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I do <i>not</i> intend that my daughters +shall lose their positions because their father +has been—what shall we call it—criminally +negligent of them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>Rising.</i>] How dare you! You are to +blame for it all. If you say another word injurious +to my brother's memory, I'll leave this house +and let you starve for all I'll do for you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Aunt Ruth, please, for father's +sake—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Well, this house is ours, anyway!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. That is what <i>I've</i> been thinking +of. The house is yours. It's huge. You don't +need it. You must either give it up altogether—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Interrupts.</i>] <i>What! Leave it? +My house! Never!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Or—let out floors to one or two +friends,—bachelor friends. Mr. Mason, perhaps—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Interrupts, rising, furious.</i>] Take in +<i>boarders</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Who has listened aghast, now +rises in outraged dignity; she stands a moment +glaring at</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>, <i>then speaks.</i>] Take—[<i>She +chokes.</i>] <i>That</i> is the <i>last straw</i>!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>And she sweeps from the room Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Mama! Mama!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She goes out after her mother.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The other three women watch the two leave the +room, then turn and look at each other.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. We'll manage somehow, only I think +it would be easier for us to discuss all practical +matters by <i>ourselves</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. And I want you to understand this, +girls,—I represent your dear father; half of +everything I have is yours, and you must promise +me always to come to me for everything.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>enters suddenly Left.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He is a man of thirty-eight or forty, a singularly +attractive personality; he is handsome +and distinguished. His hair is grayer than +his years may account for and his manner +betrays a nervous system overtaxed and barely +under control. At the moment that he enters +he is evidently laboring under some especial, +and only half-concealed, nervous strain. In +spite of his irritability at times with his wife, +there is an undercurrent of tenderness which +reveals his real love for</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Oh, you're all here! Have I missed +old Mason?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Yes, but Blanche will tell you what he +had to say. I'm going upstairs to try and pacify +your mother. We mustn't forget she has a hard +time ahead of her.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She goes out Right with</i> <span class="smcap">Jessica</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I suppose Mason came about the +will and your father's affairs?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Yes, you ought to have been here.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Irritably.</i>] But I couldn't—I told +you I couldn't!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Do you realize, dear, that you +haven't been able to do <i>anything for me</i> for a long +time? Lately, even I hardly ever <i>see</i> you—I stay +home night after night alone.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. That's your own fault, dear; Ned +Warden's always ready to take you anywhere you +like.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>With the ghost of a jest.</i>] But do you +think it's quite right for me to take up all Mr. +Warden's time?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Why not, if he likes it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. And don't you think people will +soon talk?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Darling! People always talk, and +who cares!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. It's months since you showed me +any sign of affection, and now when my heart is +hungrier than ever for it,—you know how I loved +my father,—I long for sympathy from <i>you</i>, and +you haven't once thought to take me, your wife, +in your arms and hold me close and comfort me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I'm sorry, old girl, I'm really sorry. +[<i>Embracing her affectionately.</i>] And surely you +know I don't love any other woman in the world +but you. [<i>He kisses her.</i>] It's only because I've +been terribly worried. I don't want to bother you +with business, but I've been in an awful hole for +money. I tried to make a big coup in Wall Street +the other day and only succeeded getting in deeper, +and for the last few days I've been nearly distracted.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Why didn't you tell me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I thought I'd get out of it with this +Consolidated Copper without worrying you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. You were in that, too?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. How do you mean I, "too"?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Mr. Mason has just told us <i>father</i> +lost everything in it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Aghast.</i>] You don't mean your +father hasn't left any money?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Nothing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Forgetting everything but what this +means to him.</i>] Nothing! But I was counting on +your share to save me! What did the damned +old fool mean?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Dick!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Forgive me, I didn't mean to say +that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Oh, <i>who are you</i>! <i>What</i> are you! +You are not the man I thought when I married +you! Every day something new happens to +frighten me, to threaten my love for you!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. No, no, don't say that, old girl.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He tries to take her hand.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. What right have you to criticise +my father, to curse him—and to-day!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I don't know what I'm saying, +Blanche. Try to forgive me. I wouldn't have +thought of such a thing as his money to-day if +it wasn't the only thing that can save me from—disgrace.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>His voice sinking almost to a whisper and the +man himself sinking into a chair.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Disgrace! How? What disgrace?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Going to him.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I can't explain it; you wouldn't +understand.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. You must explain it! <i>Your</i> disgrace +is <i>mine</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Alarmed at having said so much, +tries to retract a little.</i>] Disgrace was too strong a +word—I didn't mean that. I'm in trouble. I'm +in trouble. Good God, can't you see it? And +if you love me, why don't you leave me alone?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. How can I go on loving you without +your confidence?—without ever being suffered +to give you any sympathy? Doll wives are out of +fashion, and even if they weren't, I could never +be one.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Laughing.</i>] My dear, I'd never +accuse you of being stuffed with sawdust.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Oh, and now you joke about it. +Take care, Dick.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. What's this, a threat?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Yes, if you like to call it that. You've +been putting me more and more completely out +of your life; take care that I don't finish your work +and go the last step.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Seizing her roughly by the wrist.</i>] +The last step! What do you mean by that? +[<i>Holding her hand more roughly.</i>] <i>You dare</i> to be +unfaithful to me!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. What! You could think I meant +that! Ugh! How could you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Well, what did you mean then? Eh?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Pulling her up close to him, her face close to +his. She realizes first by the odor, then by a +searching look at his face, that he is partly +under the influence of liquor.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>With pathetic shame.</i>] Let me go! +I see what's the matter with you, but the reason is +no excuse; you've been drinking.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Dropping her hand.</i>] Ugh! The +usual whimper of a woman!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>reënters Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Well, Blanche, dear, your mother's in +a calmer frame of mind, and I must go. Dick, +can you lunch with me to-morrow?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Hesitating, not caring about it.</i>] +Er—to-morrow?—er—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Oh, only for business. I must have a +new business man now to do all that <i>he</i> did for me, +and I'm going to try to make up to you for not +having been always your—<i>best</i> friend, by putting +my affairs in <i>your</i> hands.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Serious, uneasy, almost frightened.</i>] +Aunt Ruth—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She stops.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. What, dear?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Nothing.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She gives</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>a searching, steady look and +keeps her eyes upon him, trying to read his +real self.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>Continues to</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>.] Mr. Mason is +coming to me in the morning, and if you will lunch +with me at one, I will then be able to give all the +papers over to you.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Sterling</span>, <i>who up to this time has been almost +dumbfounded by this sudden good fortune, now +collects himself, and speaks delightedly but +with sufficient reserve of his feelings.</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> +<i>does not take her eyes from</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling's</span> <i>face.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Aunt Ruth, I thank you from the +bottom of my heart, and I will do my best.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Quickly.</i>] Promise her, Dick, before +me—give her your word of honor—you will +be faithful to Aunt Ruth's trust.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He answers</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche's</span> <i>look steadily with a +hard gaze of his own.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. His acceptance of my trust is equal to +that, Blanche.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. It is of course, isn't it, Dick?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Of course.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>is not content, but has to satisfy herself +with this.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. To-morrow at one, then.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She starts to go.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>enters Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. Mr. Warden.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. I can't wait. Good-by.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She goes out Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. We will see Mr. Warden.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. Yes, madam.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He goes out Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Blanche, go to your mother and +ask her to see Ned to thank him. I want a +minute's talk with him if you don't mind.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Pathetically.</i>] What difference does +it make, Dick, if I <i>do</i> mind?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Don't say that, old girl, and don't +think it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Dick, you <i>are</i> honest, aren't you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Without flinching.</i>] What a question, +Blanche!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>enters Left announcing "Mr. Warden."</i> +<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>enters, and</i> <span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>goes out.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Edward Warden</span>, <i>though in reality scarcely +younger than</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>, <i>looks at least ten +years his junior. He is good-looking, practical, +a reasoning being, and self-controlled. He is a +thorough American, with the fresh and strong +ideals of his race, and with the feeling of +romance alive in the bottom of his heart.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>In enormous relief, greets him +joyfully.</i>] Ned, what do you think! The greatest +news going!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Dick!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Excuse me, Blanche, I forgot; but +Ned will know how I can't help being glad.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>goes to</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Sterling</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Shaking</i> <span class="smcap">Ned's</span> <i>hand.</i>] And Mr. +Warden knows nothing could make me "<i>glad</i>" +to-day. Thank you for all your kindness—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Don't thank me; it was nothing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Yes, please let me thank you all I +can; it won't be half what I feel, but I want to +know that you know even my silence is full of +gratitude for all you've done for my mother, sisters, +and me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Yes, we're all immensely indebted +to you, Ned, old man.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. I will tell mother. I know she +wants to see you.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She goes out Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Speaking with suppressed excitement +and uncontrollable gladness, unable to keep +it back any longer.</i>] Ned, my wife's aunt, +Miss Hunter, has put all her business in my +hands.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Made you her agent?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Yes! What a godsend! Hunter +didn't leave a cent.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>A moment's pause of astonishment.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. What do you mean?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. It seems he's been losing for a long +time. Everything he had he lost in the copper +crash.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. But this is awful! What will Mrs. +Hunter and her two young daughters do?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I don't know. I hadn't thought of +that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. You'll have to think of it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Of course you'll have to help them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I can't! Look here, I didn't tell +you the truth about my affairs last week, when I +struck you for that loan.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. You don't mean to say you weren't +straight with me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Oh, I only didn't want to frighten +you till I'd got the money; if you had made me the +loan, I'd have owned up afterwards all right +enough.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Owned up what?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. That I told you a pack of lies—that +I haven't any security!—that I haven't +anything but <i>debts</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Strongly.</i>] Good things to borrow +on! Look here, Dick, how long have we been +friends?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Since that day at boarding school +when you took a licking for something I did.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. What I mean is we were pals at +school, chums at college, stanch friends for +twenty years.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Hell! Are we as old as all that?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Inseparable friends till the last two +years.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Sterling's</span> <i>eyes shift.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I've been overworked lately, and +everything has gone wrong!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Comes up to him, and speaks firmly +but still friendly.</i>] You <i>yourself</i> have <i>gone wrong</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>On the defensive.</i>] What do you +mean?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Why did you take your business out +of my hands?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. The law didn't pay me enough. I +thought I'd try a little amateur stockbroking.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Smiling insincerely.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. You didn't want <i>me to know</i> what +you were doing!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Rats!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. You didn't want me to know what +funds—<i>whose</i> funds—you were using—<i>mis</i>using.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Ugly.</i>] What!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Whose money you were gambling with!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Have you been spying on me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Your <i>wife's</i> money!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Well, she's <i>my</i> wife, and you don't +know what you're talking about!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He turns from him and picks up a book from the +table upside down and pretends to read it.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. You stole from me once when you +were a boy!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. No! I didn't!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Throwing the book down.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. You lie! Do you hear me? <i>You +lie!</i> [<i>He waits a second.</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>does nothing.</i>] +I was never sure till to-day! I fought against ever +thinking it, believing my suspicions were an injustice +to you, but little things were always disappearing +out of my rooms—finally, even money. +Lately, that old suspicion has come back with a +fuller force, and to-day it became a certainty.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. How to-day?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Because if it weren't true, you'd +have knocked me down just now when I called +you first a thief and <i>twice</i> a liar!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He stands squarely facing him.</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>stands +facing him also, surprised, taken off his guard.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Oh, come, you're joking! [<span class="smcap">Warden</span> +<i>makes an angry exclamation.</i>] Why're you telling +me all this now?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Because I want you to be careful. +I want you to know some one is watching you! +Some one who knows what you've come to! Some +one who knows you can't resist temptation! Some +one who knows money not yours <i>has</i> stuck to your +fingers!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. You mind your own business.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I'll mind <i>yours</i> if it's necessary to +protect people who are dear to me!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>looks at him with a sudden suspicion.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Insinuatingly.</i>] I didn't know you +were particularly attached to Mrs. Hunter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I'm not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Or to her two unmarried daughters!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Nor am I!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>With whispered intensity.</i>] By God, +if you are in love with my wife!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. If you thought that out loud, I'd +knock you down!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Huh! you talk as if you thought I +were a coward!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. No, not a <i>physical</i> coward—I've seen +you do too many plucky things—but a <i>moral</i> +coward—yes, you are one!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Straight to him, standing close and looking him +squarely in the eyes.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Wavering.</i>] Oh, you're too damned +preachy!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>enters Right with</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span>. <span class="smcap">Mrs. +Hunter</span> <i>shakes hands with</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>silently, +happy in the feeling that she is in great affliction, +and satisfied with the appearance and +impression she is making. She carries her +handkerchief, with its black border, ready in +her hand.</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>has silently shaken hands +with</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span>, <i>after her mother. She afterwards +goes to</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>and hands him several +of the letters of condolence. She then goes to +the window at Left, pulling aside the curtain, +and stands looking out, rather bored, wishing +she could go out and take a walk.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. We will never forget your +kindness. Will the evening papers have anything +in, do you think?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. No, not before morning.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Sighs.</i>] Every one was there.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Where's Blanche?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Upstairs. She said she was +going after Aunt Ruth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Frightened.</i>] After Aunt Ruth? +[<i>Strongly.</i>] What for?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I don't know. [<i>Whimpering.</i>] +I'm not considered in the family any +longer!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I shall stop and take her +home.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>enters.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. Will you see visitors, madam?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. No.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He goes out Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. "No"? Yes, we will! I need +to see some one, or I shall break down. Go upstairs, +Clara!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. No, <i>why</i> need I?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. You're not out yet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. I don't care! At this rate I'll never +get "out." Who are they, Jordan?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. Miss Sillerton, Miss Godesby, and +Mr. Trotter, miss.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I must go, Mrs. Hunter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Relieved.</i>] So sorry. Could +you go straight to Mr. Mason? He wishes to see +you?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Shaking hands.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Certainly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Thank you.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>inclines his head to</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Lightly.</i>] Good-by!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>goes out Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> I don't think we ought to receive +Mr. Trotter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Pshaw! why not? If there's really +any idea of my mar—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She stops short, silenced by a look from her +mother and an indication toward</i> <span class="smcap">Jordan</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Show them up, Jordan. [<span class="smcap">Jordan</span> +<i>bows and goes out.</i>] How do I look, dear?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Arranges her handkerchief.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Looking in the mirror.</i>] How do I?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>With her back to</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span>.] I +asked you first how <i>I</i> looked!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Not observing.</i>] Oh, you're all right, +how am I?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Not looking at</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span>.] +Charming! We'll go upstairs and come down +again; I don't think it nice to be found here as if +we were expecting visitors.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>They go out Right.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>steps into the room to announce the +visitors, and seeing no one there, bows as the +three pass him.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. The ladies will be down at once.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He goes out Right.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The three turn, looking about the room +with curiosity, as if the funeral might have +made some difference in the house.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span> <i>is a handsome, attractive +woman, most fashionably dressed and perfectly +conventional in character and intelligence.</i> +<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>is a little slow, more +assertive, sharper of tongue, more acutely +intelligent, and equally smartly dressed. She +has still a remnant of real, sincere feeling +buried under a cynical mask which her life +in a fast set has developed for her self-preservation.</i> +<span class="smcap">Trotter</span> <i>is a foolish young +person, meaning well enough according to +his lights, which are not of the biggest and +brightest.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Classy house altogether!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. Mrs. Hunter went to the +most expensive decorator in town, and told him, no +matter what it cost, to go ahead and do his <i>worst</i>!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>They all laugh and seat themselves comfortably.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Say! The youngest daughter is a +good looker—very classy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. That's the one we told you +about, the one we want you to marry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Yes, with your money and her +cleverness, she'll rubber neck you into the smartest +push in town!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. You've promised I shall know the +whole classy lot before spring.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. So you will if you do as we +tell you. But you mustn't let society see that you +<i>know</i> you're getting in; nothing pleases society +so much as to think you're a blatant idiot. It +makes everybody feel you're their equal—that's +why you get in.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. I've got a coach and can drive four-in-hand. +I've an automobile drag, and the biggest +private yacht in the world building. I'm going to +have the most expensive house in Long Island, +where the oysters come from, and I've bought a +lot in Newport twice as big as the swellest fellow's +there. I've got a house in London and a flat in +Paris, and I make money fly. I think I ought to +be a cinch as a classy success.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Don't be a yap; flag Clara +Hunter and you're all right!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. Her father's position was the +best in this country!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. But he's dead.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Sitting.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. A good thing for you, for he +would never have stood for you!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. He'd have had to—or do without +me as a son-in-law—I wouldn't marry the Venus +of Milo if her father didn't think I was good +enough. I'm no Dodo bird!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. It's up to you now, Trotter! +Go in and win.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Tompson</span> <i>Right; a decided change +takes place in all their manners.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tompson</span>. Madam will be down at once, +miss.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. Thank you.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Tompson</span> <i>goes out Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Only stay a minute or two, +Trotty—we're doing our best for you, but we +must look out for ourselves, too, and we've come +here to-day on business.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. How'll we ever get the subject +on to clothes?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Humph! Do you think you +can talk five minutes with Mrs. Hunter and not +hit that topic? It's a bull's eye!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. I don't see where I'm going to come +into this classy conversation.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. You see, Trotty, they brought +over piles of clothes from Europe this year, and +we want to get hold of them before any one else +has a chance—get 'em cheap before they have an +idea anybody else'll buy them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Who buy what?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. <i>We</i>—buy their winter clothes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. For Heaven's sake!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Laugh, you silly! I heard +the Reed girls planning to come to-morrow. +They didn't dare come to-day. Those girls +haven't any sand! They're always getting +left.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. You two <i>are</i> Dodo birds!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. I say, Eleanor, you're such a +lobster about prices and Mrs. Hunter's no idiot, +we'd better agree on some sort of a signal! Listen! +if you like a gown very much, ask the price, then +say to me, "My dear, your hat pin is coming out." +And if I think it's a bargain, I'll say, "So it is, +thank you; won't you put it in for me?" And if +I think Mrs. Hunter's trying to stick you, I'll +say "No, it isn't; it's always like that."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. All right.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>enter Right. The +manner of</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> +<i>changes immediately. They speak with rather +subdued voices, in the tone of conventional +sympathy which is usually adopted on such +occasions.</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>also assumes the +manner of a martyr to grief.</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>is casual +and hard.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. [<i>Shakes hands with</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. +Hunter</span>.] Dear Mrs. Hunter.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She kisses her.</i></p> + +<p>Clara, dear.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She kisses her.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>goes to</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>and +shakes hands while</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span> <i>crosses +to</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span>; <i>Trotter shakes hands with</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. +Hunter</span> <i>as</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>goes to</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. I hope you don't think my coming +an intrusion.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Not at all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. I felt we must stop in for a +few minutes to give you our love and sympathy +and find out how you are.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I've been through a terrible +strain. My loss is even greater than I could ever +possibly imagine.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Who misinterprets her mother's remark.</i>] +Yes, indeed, I should say it was!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>stops her with a warning +look.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. But every one has been most +kind. <i>Lady Hopeton</i> sent me a beautiful long +letter to-day.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. And I'm glad to find you looking +so well. Black <i>suits</i> you!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She exchanges a knowing glance with</i> <span class="smcap">Miss +Sillerton</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Oh, I don't know, Julia; I've +always thought black very <i>trying</i> for me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Oh, <i>no! every one's</i> saying +<i>just</i> the reverse!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. But—I suppose clothes don't +interest you, Mr. Trotter?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Oh, yes, they do, out of sight!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Well, I wish you could have seen the +beautiful things we brought over with us!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. Julia and I were just speaking +about it, and pitying you from the bottom of our +hearts.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>again +exchange surreptitious glances.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Every one's been most kind.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>There is an awkward pause for a moment, no one +knowing quite what to say. Both</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span> <i>have started the conversation +in the direction of clothing and are fearful of the +topic being changed. As the pause becomes embarrassing, +they look helplessly from one to the other, +and all five, suddenly and at once, make an ineffectual +effort to say something—or nothing. +Out of the general confusion</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> +<i>comes to the front, mistress of the situation.</i>] Are +you going to stay in New York this winter, Mr. +Trotter?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Yes, I'm negotiating for one of the +biggest classy building plots on upper Fifth +Avenue.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>.] I saw in the +papers you were at the dance last night.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>nods and motions surreptitiously +to</i> <span class="smcap">Trotter</span> <i>to go. He, however, doesn't +understand.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>With interest again in life.</i>] +Oh, <i>were you?</i> What did you wear?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Oh, dowdy old things. I +haven't bought my winter frocks yet.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She repeats this casually as if to herself.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span> <i>motions to</i> <span class="smcap">Trotter</span> <i>to go, +but he has forgotten and still doesn't understand.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. What?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. You warned us not to let you +forget your engagement!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. What engagement?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. How do we know! we only +know you said you <i>had</i> to go!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Never said so! Oh! [<i>As it dawns +upon him.</i>] Oh, yes! of course. [<i>He rises.</i>] Very +sorry—must be off. Only dropped in—er—that +is, came in to express my respectful sympathy.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Shaking hands with</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Who rises.</i>] I hope you will +come and see us again.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Do! It'll be a godsend! We'll be +dull as ditchwater here this winter!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. I shall be delighted to call again. +Good-by. [<i>He bows to Clara. In his embarrassment +he starts to shake hands all over again, but, +realizing his mistake, laughs nervously.</i>] Oh, I +have already.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. Good-by, Trotter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Don't forget we're booked +with you at Sherry's.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Whose treat?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Oh! <i>Yours</i>, of course—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. I say, why can't I stay? I won't +interfere.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Oh, do stay, Mr. Trotter!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Oh, do stay!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Suggesting by her tone that he mustn't dare to +remain.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Good!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Trotter</span> <i>remains, and they all settle themselves +again for a long stay.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. By the way, you were speaking +just now of your winter frocks. It occurs to me—of +course I don't know as I really want to dispose +of them, but—er—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She hesitates purposely.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Oh, <i>would</i> you? [<i>Rising, she +takes a chair nearer to</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>.] You <i>dear</i> +thing!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. The dresses are no use to us +now, and when <i>we're</i> out of mourning—<i>they'll</i> +be out of style. You could wear Jess' things +perfectly, Julia.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. And even something of yours +could be made over for us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. But I'm so much older than +you!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. [<i>Thoughtlessly.</i>] Yes, but you +never dress appropriately to your age.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Laughing delightedly.</i>] That's pretty +good!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. [<i>Saves herself.</i>] You know +what I mean, you always <i>look</i> so <i>youthful</i>, you +<i>can't</i> dress any older.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Rising.</i>] Clara, dear, go upstairs +and have Tompson bring down my Worth +dress and Jess' Doucet and your Paquin. [<i>She +goes with</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>to the door, Right, and then whispers +to her.</i>] If you remember, don't tell what we +paid—we ought to get nearly double out of these +girls—and warn Tompson not to be surprised at +anything she hears.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span> <i>exchange +glances.</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>goes out Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. It seems as if I had no further +interest in clothes, anyway.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Don't say that. Every one +I've seen this afternoon is wildly enthusiastic +over your mourning.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Well, I went straight to Madame +O'Hoolihan and gave her carte blank!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. I wouldn't like to be the ice +man when your bill comes in!—and clothes +abroad are so much cheaper.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Thoughtlessly.</i>] Oh, <i>half!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Quickly.</i>] You see you'll be +doing us a really great favor letting us have +some of your things!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Realizing her nearly fatal +error.</i>] Oh! Oh, yes—but—er—I must say +that <i>we</i> found prices while in Paris <i>this year</i> +rather <i>atrocious!</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>reënters Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Sighs.</i>] O dear! It breaks my +heart not to wear my ball dress, my dear Julia; +it was designed specially for me. I told Marie +to put it on, mama; my clothes fit her perfectly, +and I thought it would show so much better what +it is.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Here they are.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Rises as</i> <span class="smcap">Tompson</span> <i>enters Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tompson</span>. Mrs. Hunter's reception gown.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Displaying it.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Oh, this <i>is</i> a beauty!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She takes the costume and drapes it over a +chair.</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span> +<i>come closer to examine.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Tompson.—[<i>Taking her to +one side, whispers.</i>]—I forget; do you remember +what I paid for this dress?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tompson</span>. [<i>Whispers back.</i>] One hundred and +sixty dollars, madam.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Oh, yes. Don't say anything. +[<i>Returning to the others.</i>] Do you +like it?</p> + +<table style="margin-left: 0;" summary='dialogue'> +<tr><td> + +<span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. Perfectly lovely!<br /> <br /> +<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Immensely. It's great! + +</td><td class='bl'> [<i>At the same time.</i></td></tr></table> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Hesitates.</i>] I forget just what I +paid for it, but I believe it was two hundred dollars.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>half exclaims in astonishment, but on +being pinched surreptitiously on the arm by</i> +<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>she grasps the situation and +starts in to do her share.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Oh, no, mama! I'm sure it was more +than that!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Well, perhaps it was two—twenty +or two—twenty-five.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. That's cheap, isn't it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Shut up.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Tompson's</span> <i>face is always a perfect blank, +showing no expression or surprise; she has +lived with</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>for many years and +"knows her business."</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>In a very different tone of +voice, influenced by the big price.</i>] Of course, I +see it's made of the best material. But it isn't +my color.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. It's the very latest shade.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Yes, I know; but I think as +you said a little while ago, perhaps it is a trifle +too old for me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I might let you have it for a +little less; say one hundred and eighty.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Thank you very much. I'll +think it over.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. What's the other?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. This is a dinner dress of Jess'.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Holding it up to her own waist.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. [<i>Carried away by the dress.</i>] +Oh, lovely,—perfectly charming,—an adorable +gown!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>pulls her arm and tries to make +her less enthusiastic.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>.] +Excuse me.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She takes</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span> <i>to one side and whispers +in her ear.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. [<i>Aloud.</i>] I can't help it. +I'm crazy about the dress!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Meanwhile</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Tompson</span> <i>have +whispered together.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. They said themselves this was +the most successful frock they turned out this +autumn.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. And how much is <i>this</i> one?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Very quickly, trying not to +speak consciously.</i>] This was two hundred and +seventy-five.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>bites her lips in surprise and winks +visibly to</i> <span class="smcap">Tompson</span>, <i>who gives no sign and is +otherwise imperturbable.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>, <i>looking +hard at her.</i>] My dear, your hat pin is coming out!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Looking hard at her.</i>] No, +it isn't; it's always like that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. [<i>Going closer to her, whispers.</i>] +Which does that mean? I forget!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. It's a <i>gouge</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. I can't help it; I can't +resist.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Hunter</span>. [<i>Whispers to</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span>.] She's +going to take it; I wish I'd asked more.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. Mrs. Hunter, I'll <i>take</i> the +dinner dress! I'm crazy about it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I'm glad to have you have it; +I'm glad to be able to do you, in a way, a favor.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Marie</span> <i>at this moment enters dressed in the +most exquisite ball dress of the very latest +fashion and looks extremely lovely.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Here's mine! I could cry to think +I'll never wear it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Marie</span>. <i>Voila</i>, madame!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>A short silence, while the women sit down and +drink in the gown.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. [<i>In a subdued voice of awed +admiration.</i>] Beautiful!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Great!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>.] <i>I'm</i> stuck on +the <i>girl</i>; introduce me. She's out of sight!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>sighs long and loud,—a sigh of +appreciation and admiration.</i> <span class="smcap">Marie</span> <i>stands +in the centre of the stage facing the +audience.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. May we see her back?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Her <i>entire</i> back, if she turns around!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Turn around, Marie.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Marie</span>. <i>Oui</i>, madame.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She turns her back—the dress is cut extremely +in the back.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. Oh!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Rather!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. The way everything is made +this year.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. I'm afraid my back is rather +full of bones.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. They told us in Paris, bones were +coming in! [<i>She takes a large American beauty +rose from a vase on the piano and slips it down</i> +<span class="smcap">Marie's</span> <i>back so that the dress seems much less +décolleté.</i>] There, never too late to mend!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. How much is this one?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span> <i>examine +the dress.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Whispers to</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>.] You paid +two hundred for it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Three hundred dollars. It is +really superb.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. [<i>Pulling</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> +<i>around quickly.</i>] My dear, your hat pin is coming +out!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Don't be absurd!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. What?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. It's my turn, sit down; you +got the last! You won't mind my being frank, +Mrs. Hunter?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>On the defensive.</i>] Certainly +not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. I think the price is too much.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Oh, go on, pay it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Will you sign the check?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. <i>Excuse me!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. I'd give twice that if only I could wear +it to one ball this winter!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I wouldn't part with it for a +penny less. I couldn't afford to.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The manners and voices of all become a little +strained.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. That is of course your affair.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Politely.</i>] We needn't keep +Marie any longer, at any rate, need we? You +can go, Marie, and you too, Tompson.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>help place the other +dresses on</i> <span class="smcap">Tompson's</span> <i>arms.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>, <i>on the +opposite side of the room, in a lowered voice.</i>] I'll +take it; I'm willing to pay that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Don't you dare interfere! I +want the gown, but I know she'll come down,—if +she doesn't, I'll make a bluff at going. Then +if she sticks to her price, I'll come back and +pay it.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>They turn to</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. Oh, Mrs. Hunter, may I see +my dress just one more minute?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Certainly.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She and</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>come back with the dress.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Marie</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Tompson</span> <i>by the door at Right.</i>]</p> + +<p><i>Vite!</i> Come! Come! Jordan 'ave stole ze +photograph machine of Mees Clara, and he make +now one pigsher of me in ze dress!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Smiling mischievously, delighted, she goes +out Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. Thank you.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She leaves her dress.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Take this too, Tompson.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tompson</span>. Yes, madam.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>speaks to</i> <span class="smcap">Tompson</span>, <i>aside, and</i> +<span class="smcap">Clara</span>, <i>near them, watches the two visitors out +of the corner of her eye.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Aside to</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>.] +I'll leave my muff; that'll be a good excuse to come +back.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. [<i>Also in a lowered voice to</i> <span class="smcap">Miss +Godesby</span>.] Dodo!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Tompson</span> <i>goes out Right.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>come back.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. You really couldn't take less +than three hundred?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I wish I could if only for your +own sake; but I really couldn't in justice to myself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. I'm very sorry—and I'm +afraid we must be going now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Not believing they will go.</i>] +Oh, must you? Well, it was very kind of you to +come.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>leaves her muff upon the table +at the Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. [<i>Shakes hands with</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. +Hunter</span>.] Good-by.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She goes on to</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span>.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>comes to shake hands with</i> +<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I think you're making a mistake +not to take the dress, Julia dear.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Perhaps, but I really can't +go more than two hundred and fifty.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>looks surreptitiously at</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span>, +<i>who slyly shakes her head to her +mother.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Oh, quite impossible!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Good-by.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Good-by.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Good-by, Clara.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Frightened.</i>] Would you like +to see the dress off?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Oh, my dear, it was as <i>off</i> as I +would ever like to see it. Good-by.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Good-by. [<span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>get to doorway Left.</i>] You <i>won't</i> +take it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. <i>Can't!</i> Good-by.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Dryly.</i>] You're forgetting your muff!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Rubber!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Coming back for it.</i>] How +stupid!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She goes away to the door again in silence, +which is full of suspense for all of them. As +she reaches the door</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>speaks.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Look here, Julia, don't say +another word; you shall have the dress for two +hundred and fifty.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Rushing back, followed by +all the others.</i>] You dear! I'm afraid you think +I've been rather nasty!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Oh, no, of course business is +business, and I'd <i>rather you</i> had it than see it +wasted on some of our other friends who'd be +sights in it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. Good-by. [<i>Kisses her this +time.</i>] I haven't said half I feel; you've been in +my thoughts all these last few days.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Thank you, dear.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Kisses her.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Shall we send around for the +dresses in the morning?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Or I'll send them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. No, we won't trouble you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. Good-by!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter and Clara</span>. Good-by!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>go out +Left, followed by</i> <span class="smcap">Trotter</span>, <i>who has joined in +all the good-bys, and upon whom</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>has +more or less continuously kept her "weather +eye."</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I'm perfectly sure if I'd stuck +to three hundred, Julia Godesby would have sent +around when she got home and paid it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. I'm glad you didn't run the risk though, +for we'll need every cent we can get now.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She runs her fingers rapidly over the piano keys.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>reënters Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Why, I thought you'd gone +long ago.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Jess begged me to stay with her. +Try to understand her, mother; I think she will +miss father more than any of us.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>enters Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. Mr. Warden has come back, madam.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>enters Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Forgive my intruding so soon again, +but did Mr. Mason leave a letter case of Mr. +Hunter's here?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>begins looking for the case.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I haven't seen it; I'll ask the +servants to look. Excuse me, I'm quite tired out; +we've been receiving a long visit of condolence.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She goes out, Right, with</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span>, <i>who links her +arm in her mother's.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Finding the case, which has fallen +beneath the table.</i>] Here it is. Dear old pocket-book—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Her voice breaks on the last word, and turning +her face away to hide her tears, she hands him +the well-worn letter case.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Mrs. Sterling, I'm glad they left us +alone, because Mr. Mason said he hadn't been +able to manage it—to see you alone—and yet he +wanted <i>you only</i> to examine these. They are +private papers of Mr. Hunter; he thought they +ought not to be destroyed without being read, and +yet <i>he</i> hesitated to read them. We thought that duty +devolved best upon <i>you</i>. [<i>He hands back the letter +case.</i>] Shall I wait and take back the case to Mr. +Mason with the papers you wish him to have?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Oh, no, I will send them; I mustn't +keep you while I read them. I'm always taking +more of your time than I ought.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Speaks with sincerity, but without +any suggestion of love-making.</i>] But never as much +as I want to give you! Don't forget, Mrs. Sterling, +what you promised me at your wedding,—that +your husband's best man should be your best +friend.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. And nobody knows what it means to +a woman, even a happily married woman like me—[<i>This +is spoken with a slight effort, as if +she is persuading herself that she is a happily +married woman.</i>]—to have an honest friend like +you. It's those people who have failed that say +there is no such thing as a platonic friendship.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. We'll prove them wrong.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. We will. Good-by, and thank you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. And thank <i>you</i>! [<i>Starting to go, he +turns.</i>] Shall I bring that Russian pianist around +to play for you some day next week?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Do—I want some music.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Only let me know what day. [<i>He +goes out Left.</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>sits by the table and opens +the case. She looks first at a memoranda and +reads what is on the outside.</i>] A business memoranda. +Lists of bonds. [<i>She opens and looks at +the next paper only a second, and then closes it.</i>] +This, Mr. Mason will understand better than I. +[<i>She puts it back in the pocket case. She finds a +photograph in the case.</i>] My picture!—[<i>She looks +for others, but finds none.</i>]—and <i>only</i> mine! Oh, +father!... [<i>She wipes away tears from her eyes +so as to see the picture, which is an old one.</i>] +Father, I returned <i>your</i> love. [<i>She reads on the +back of photograph.</i>] "Blanche, my darling +daughter, at fourteen years of age!" That's +mine! that's my own! [<i>And she puts the picture +away separately. She takes up a small packet of +very old love-letters tied with faded old pink tape.</i>] +Old letters from mother; they must be her love-letters. +She shall have them,—they may soften her. +[<i>She takes up a slip of paper and reads on the outside.</i>] +This is something for Mason, too. [<i>She puts +it back in the case. She takes up a sealed envelope, +blank.</i>] Nothing on it, and sealed. [<i>She looks at it a +moment, thinking.</i>] Father, did you want this +opened? If you didn't, why not have destroyed +it? Ah! I needn't be afraid; <i>you</i> had nothing to +hide from the world. [<i>Tearing it open, she reads.</i>] +"I have discovered my son-in-law, Richard Sterling, +in irregular business dealing. He is not honest. +I will watch him as long as I live; but when you +read this, Mason, keep your eye upon him for my +daughter's sake. He has been warned by me—he +may never trip again, and her happiness lies +in ignorance." [<i>She starts, and looks about +her to make sure she is alone. She then sits staring +ahead for a few seconds; then she speaks.</i>] +My boy's father dishonest! Disgrace—he owned +it—threatening <i>my</i> boy! It mustn't come! +It mustn't! <i>I'll</i> watch now. [<i>She goes to the fireplace, +tearing the paper as she crosses the room, +she burns the letter; then she gathers up the other +letters and the pocket case.</i>] He must give me his +word of honor over Richard's little bed to-night +that he will do nothing to ever make the boy +ashamed of bearing his father's name!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She watches to see that every piece of the paper +burns, as</i></p> + +<p class="center">THE CURTAIN FALLS</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ACT II</h2> + + +<p class="direction"><i>Christmas Eve; fourteen months later; the +dining room of the Hunters' house, which is +now lived in jointly by the</i> <span class="smcap">Sterlings</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>and her daughters. It is +a dark wainscoted room, with curtains of +crimson brocade. It is decorated with laurel +roping, mistletoe, and holly, for Christmas. +It is the end of a successful dinner +party, fourteen happy and more or less +congenial persons being seated at a table, as +follows:</i> <span class="smcap">Warden, Ruth, Mason, Clara, +Trotter, Mrs. Hunter, Blanche, Sterling, +Miss Sillerton, Mr. Godesby, Jessica, +Doctor Steinhart</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby.</span> <i>The +room is dark on all sides, only a subdued light being +shed on the table by two large, full candelabra +with red shaded candles. As the curtain rises +the bare backs of the three women nearest the +footlights gleam out white. Candied fruit and +other sweetmeats are being passed by four men +servants, including</i> <span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Leonard</span>.</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. My dear Blanche, what delicious candy!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. Isn't it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Half of the candy offered one +nowadays seems made of <i>papier-mâché</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>.] Julia, +do tell me how Mr. Tomlins takes his wife's +divorce?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. He takes it with a grain of salt!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. But isn't he going to bring a +counter suit?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. I hope not. I am an old-fashioned +woman and don't believe in divorce!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Really! But then you're not +married!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. What is the reason for so +much divorce nowadays?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Marriage is the principal one.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. <i>I</i> don't believe in divorce, either.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. My dear, no woman married +to as handsome a man as Mr. Sterling would.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. You people are all out of date! +More people get divorced nowadays than get +married.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Too many people do—that's the +trouble. I meant what I said when I was married—"for +better, for worse, till death us do part."—What +is the opera Monday?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Something of Wagner's. He's a +Dodo bird! Bores me to death! Not catchy +enough music for me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. You'd adore him if you went +to Bayreuth. Which was that opera, Clara, we +heard at Bayreuth last summer? Was it <i>Faust</i> +or <i>Lohengrin</i>! They play those two so much +here I'm always getting them mixed!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. Wagner didn't write <i>Faust</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Didn't he? I thought he had; +he's written so many operas the last few seasons!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. I like <i>Tannhäuser</i>, because as soon +as you hear the "twinkle, twinkle, little stars" +song, you can cheer up and think of your wraps +and fur boots.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. My favorite operas are <i>San Toy</i> +and the <i>Roger Brothers</i>, though I saw <i>Florodora</i> +thirty-six times!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Mother would have gone with you +every one of those thirty-six <i>Florodora</i> times. +She's not really fond of music.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Not fond of music! Didn't +I have an opera box for four years?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Why doesn't Conried make some +arrangement with Weber and Fields and introduce +their chorus into <i>Faust</i> and <i>Carmen</i>?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart</span>. Great idea! [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Miss +Godesby</span>.] Did you get a lot of jolly +presents?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Not half bad, especially two +fine French bulls!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>All are laughing and talking together.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. What did you get, Mr. Warden?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Three copies of "David Harum," +two umbrellas, and a cigar case too short for +my cigars.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby.</span> Give it to me for cigarettes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden.</span> It's too long for cigarettes. Then I +had something that's either a mouchoir or a handkerchief +case, or for neckties, or shaving papers, +or something or other.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter.</span> Yes, I know, I got one of those, too.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart.</span> So did I!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> I must start the women; we are +coming back here to arrange a surprise for you +men.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She nods her head in signal to</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>, <i>and +rises. All rise.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> One moment please. One toast +on Christmas night! Ned, give us a toast.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">All the Women.</span> [<i>But not in unison.</i>] Oh, yes! +A toast! [<i>Ad lib.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden.</span> [<i>Holding up his glass.</i>]</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Here's to those whom we love!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to those who love us!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to those who love those whom we love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to those who love those who love us!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class="smcap">All the Men.</span> [<i>Not in unison.</i>] Good! +Bravo! Bully toast! [<i>Ad lib.</i>]</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Every one drinks.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> One more toast, Dick. [<i>To the +others.</i>] Christmas Day is our boy's birthday.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> Surely! a toast to Richard!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> Long life to Master Sterling, the +best boy in the world, and to all his good friends +at this table.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">The Men.</span> Hear! Hear!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>All the women speak their next speeches at the +same time.</i></p> +<table style="margin-left: 0;" summary='dialogue'> +<tr><td> +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Laughing.</i>] Of course! I've dropped my handkerchief.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Ned</span> <i>dives under the table for it.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. O dear, my fan!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. What a bore! I've dropped a glove!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Steinhart</span> <i>goes under the table for it.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara.</span> Both my gloves gone—I'm so sorry!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Godesby</span> <i>goes under the table for them.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> Dick, please, I've dropped my smelling bottle.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Trotter</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>go under the table for it.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> My gloves, please, I'm so sorry!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Mason</span> <i>goes under the table for them.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The speeches of the women are simultaneous, followed<br/> +by the movements of the men also, all at the same time. </i></p> +</td><td class='bl'> [<span class="smcap">All</span> <i>together</i></td></tr></table> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> Please don't bother; the servants—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard, Jordan</span> <i>and, two extra men start to hunt under the table, too.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby.</span> Women ought to have everything they own fastened to them +with rubberneck elastics.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The men, somewhat flustered, all rise with the various articles, and +offer them to their respective owners.</i></p> + + +<p class="direction">[<i>All the women thank the men profusely, +and apologize at the same time.</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> +<i>takes</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>out at back, followed +by all the other couples, all talking.</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span> +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Mason</span> <i>lag behind.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>, <i>who with</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> +<i>waits for</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Mason</span> <i>to pass.</i>] I want just +a minute with Mr. Mason, Blanche. [<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>pass out before her.</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>is +alone with</i> <span class="smcap">Mason</span>. <i>She speaks as if she were +carrying on a conversation that had been interrupted. +She speaks in a lowered voice, indicating the private +nature of what she has to say.</i>] I sent him imperative +word yesterday I must have the bonds. I +told him I wanted one to give to his wife for Christmas. +He pretends to-day he didn't receive this +letter, but he must have.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason.</span> This makes the third time there has +been some excuse for not giving you the bonds?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> Yes, and this letter he says he didn't +get was sent to his office by hand.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason.</span> I'll speak to him before I leave.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>They go out at back.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>As they pass out,</i> <span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>stands by the doorway +holding the curtains back. The other three men +stand stiffly at the Right. As</i> <span class="smcap">Mason</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>go out, the</i> <span class="smcap">Servants</span> <i>relax and exchange +glances, each giving a little laugh out loud, +except</i> <span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. <i>During the following dialogue +they empty the table preparatory to arranging +the room for the Christmas tree.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan.</span> Sh! A very dull dinner, not an +interesting word spoke.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">First Footman.</span> The widder seemed chipper +like!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard.</span> And did you get on to the old +lady's rig-out; mourning don't hang very heavy +on her shoulders.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>One chair is moved back.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">First Footman</span>.] Get the coffee. +[<i>He goes out Right. To</i> <span class="smcap">Leonard</span>.] Get the +smoking lay-out!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Leonard</span> <i>goes out Right and brings back a +silver tray laden with cigarettes, cigar boxes, +and a burning alcohol lamp.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard.</span> If you ask me, I think she's going +to put a bit more on the matrimonial mare if +she gets the chance.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan.</span> It's none of your business. You're +<i>Mrs. Sterling's</i> servant now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard.</span> Good thing, too; it was a happy +day for us when <i>they</i> moved in.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">First Footman.</span> [<i>Reënters with the coffee.</i>] +Say, did you see how that young feller over there +[<i>Motioning to the lower right-hand corner of the +table.</i>] shovelled the food in?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard.</span> And the way he poured down the +liquid—regular hog! My arm's tired a-filling +of his glass.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>And he drinks a glass of champagne which +has been left untouched by a guest.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan.</span> He ain't nobody; he hasn't any money; +he was just asked to fill up. He's one of these +yere singing chaps what's asked to pass the time +after dinner with a song or two <i>gratis</i>. This +dinner'll last him for food for a week!</p> + +<p class="direction"><i>Their manners suddenly change as the men +reënter and take seats about the two ends of +the table.</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>, <span class="smcap">Mason</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Doctor</span> +<i>down Left form one group. The other men are +in a group between the window and the other +end. On entering</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>speaks.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> Jordan, for heaven's sake, give +us something to see by! You can't tell which +end of your cigar to light in this confounded +woman's candle-light. If I had my way, I'd have +candelabras made of Welsbachs!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter.</span> Bright idea, Sterling.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Sterling</span>, <i>laughing, joins his group, who +laugh gently with him.</i> <span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>turns on +the electric light. The servants pass the +coffee, liqueurs, and the cigars and cigarettes. +Meanwhile the following dialogue takes place, +the men beginning to talk at once on their +entrance.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> Mr. Mason, I'd like to ask your +honest opinion on something if you'll give it me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason.</span> Certainly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> This Hudson Electric Company.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart.</span> Oh! Dropped fearfully to-day.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> But that can happen easily with +the best thing. To-morrow—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason.</span> [<i>Interrupting.</i>] To-morrow it will drop +to its <i>very bottom</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> I don't believe it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart.</span> Surely, Mr. Mason, the men +who floated that are too clever to ruin <i>themselves</i>?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason.</span> They're out of it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Out of it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. They got out last week quietly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. But—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Mark my words, the day after to-morrow +there'll be several foolish people ruined, and <i>not +one of the promoters of that company will lose a +penny</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I don't believe it!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The crowd at the other end of the table, who +have been listening to a tale from</i> <span class="smcap">Trotter</span>, +<i>laugh heartily.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. [<i>Delighted with his success.</i>] I'm no +Dodo bird!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>leaves this group casually and joins +the other.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>.] Don't tell me <i>you're</i> +in it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Ugly.</i>] Yes, I am in it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Not <i>much?</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Yes, <i>much!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Much what?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Oh, nothing; we were just discussing +stocks.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. And up there they're discussing +Jeffreys and Fitzsimmons.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Listen, Dick, after a lifelong experience +in Wall Street, I defy any broker to produce one +customer who can show a profit after three consecutive +years of speculation.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Oh, you're too conservative; nothing +venture, nothing have. Excuse me, I think +Jeffreys and Fitzsimmons more amusing topics. +Come along.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart</span> <i>join the other +group Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span>.] You're Sterling's broker.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. No, not for over a year.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Then you can't tell me how deep he +is in this Hudson Electric swindle?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Is he in it at all?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Yes, he says, deep.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I suspected it yesterday.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. But what with—his wife's money?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. That went fourteen months ago. I +put him on his feet then, gave him some +tips that enabled him to take this house with +her mother, so that with his regular law business +he ought to have done very well, but +his living could not leave one cent over to +speculate with.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. [<i>To himself.</i>] Good God!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I know what you're afraid of.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. No!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Yes. The reason I'm no longer +his broker is he was ashamed to let me know +about his dealings.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. But you don't mean you think he'd +actually <i>steal</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. His <i>aunt's</i> money? Why not? <i>He +did his wife's!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Does he handle any one else's affairs?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I know he takes care of that Godesby +woman's property.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. And she wouldn't hold her tongue if +a crash came!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Not for a minute! Is Miss Hunter +suspicious?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Yes. Does Sterling realize that to-morrow +he will most probably be a ruined cheat?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Very likely.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. If he made up his mind to-night it +was all up with him, he might do—what?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Run away with whatever money he +has left, or kill himself. I don't know if he's +enough of a coward for that or not. There's <i>one</i> +hold on him—he loves his wife.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Which will make him all the more +ashamed of discovery. Do you believe she +suspects?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Not a bit. She loves him too +dearly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Can <i>we</i> do anything?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Nothing but watch him closely till +the people go. Then force him to make a clean +breast of it, so we can all know where we stand; +how we can best protect his aunt from ruin and +his wife and boy from public disgrace.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. He is watching us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. He knows I know him; we must be +careful. He's coming toward us. [<i>He then speaks +in a different tone, but no louder.</i>] You're certain of +the trustworthiness of your information?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Absolutely. Every man left in that +concern will be ruined before the 'Change closes +after to-morrow. [<span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>has joined them in +time to hear the end of</i> <span class="smcap">Mason's</span> <i>speech.</i> <span class="smcap">Mason</span> +<i>continues.</i>] I am telling Warden what I told you +about the Hudson Electric Company.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Can't you talk of something pleasanter?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>reënters at back. On her entrance +all the men rise. The servants finish preparing +the room for the tree.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. I'm very sorry—I really can't let +you men stay here any longer.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">All the Men</span>. Why not? How's that? [<i>Ad lib.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. You know we want to get this room +ready for Santa Claus! Dick! [<i>She goes to her +husband. All the men go out at back in a group led +by</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Mason.</span> <i>They are all talking and +laughing.</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>is left alone with her husband.</i>] +What is this Aunt Ruth has been telling me about +not being able to get some bonds from you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Oh, nothing. I forgot to send them +up to her, that's all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. But she says she sent three times.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. One time too late to get into the +vault; and the other, her letter was mislaid—I +mean not given to me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. You haven't broken your word to +me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. What if I had?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. I would let the law take its course.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. You must love me very little.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. I <i>live</i> with you. First you robbed +me of my respect for you; then you dried up my +heart with neglect.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. And our boy?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Your blood runs in his veins; your +shame and disgrace would be a fearful warning to +him. It might kill <i>me</i>; but never mind, if it +<i>saved him</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Oh, well, I haven't broken my word! +So you needn't worry. I've been honest enough.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>With a long sigh of relief.</i>] Oh! +I hope so!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Appearing in doorway at +back.</i>] The men are in the drawing-room—shall +we come <i>here</i>?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Yes, we'll bring the others, mother. +Come, Dick.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She goes out with</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>at back.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Goes to door Right, opens it, and +calls.</i>] Leonard!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Leonard</span> <i>enters Right</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. Yes, sir?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Go up to my library at the top of +the house, get a railroad guide you will find there, +and bring it down and put it on the table in the +hall just outside the drawing-room door.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. Yes, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Then go to my room and pack my +bag and dressing case. Do you understand?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. Yes, sir.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The women are heard singing "Follow the Man +from Cook's," and gradually coming nearer.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Be quick, and say nothing to any one.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. Yes, sir.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He goes out quickly Right.</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>goes up +stage and stands beside the door at back as the +women dance in, singing "Follow the Man +from Cook's." They are led by</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span>, <i>with</i> +<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>on the end.</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span> +<i>follow alone, not dancing. The others dance +around the chairs and</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>jumps on and +off one of them; this stops the rest, who balk +at it.</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>goes out at back. The</i> <span class="smcap">Servants</span> +<i>enter Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. I don't care for this dinner party at +all. The women are all the time being chased +away from the men! I prefer being with Mr. +Trotter. Don't you, mama?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. He doesn't seem able to give +a dinner party any more without you to chaperone, +Mrs. Hunter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Mother, how can you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Oh, I don't know as it's <i>chaperoning</i>! +I like Mr. Trotter very much.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. But he's such a little cad. +I tried to give him a lift, but he was too heavy for +me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Oh, well, you ought just to pretend it's +the money in his pocket makes him so heavy; +then you'd find him dead easy.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Meanwhile the</i> <span class="smcap">Servants</span> <i>have arranged the +table, taken out the extra leaves and made it +square, and left the room. They now reënter, +bringing in a gorgeously decorated and lighted +Christmas tree. There is at once a loud +chorus of delighted approval from the women. +The</i> <span class="smcap">Servants</span> <i>place the tree in the centre +of the table. The women who are sitting rise +and come near to examine the tree.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. What a beautiful tree, Blanche!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. The boy is to have it to-morrow +morning—it's really <i>his</i> tree! [<span class="smcap">Tompson</span> <i>brings +in a large basket containing seven small stockings +and six small boys' socks—very small stockings +and very small socks. They are made of bright and +different colors and are stuffed into absurd, bulgy +shapes.</i>] There's a name on each one. Come +along now!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Taking out a little sock. The women crowd around +the basket and each hangs a sock on the tree,</i> <span class="smcap">Miss +Godesby</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>standing on chairs.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Reading the name on her sock.</i>] Oh! +mine's for Mr. Mason. What's in it, Blanche?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. I really can't tell you. I asked the +clerk where I bought it what it was for, and he +said he didn't know; it was a "Christmas present."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Laughing.</i>] Oh, I know the +kind! Mine's for Howard Godesby. What's +his present?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. A silver golf marker.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. But he doesn't play golf!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Well, he ought to; it'll keep him +young.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. It will be all right, anyway, Julia! +<i>You</i> can give it away to some one next Christmas.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. What's in Mr. Trotter's?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Oh, that present has almost been +my death! Men are so hard to find things for! +I had put in a gold pencil for his key chain, but +to-night while we were eating our oysters, I saw +him show a beauty that his mother had given him +this morning! So I whispered to Jordan between +the soup and fish to change Mr. Ryder's name to +Mr. Trotter's stocking, and put Mr. Trotter's +name on the one that had a cigarette case in it. +I sneaked a message down to Dick on my dinner +card—was it all right?—and he sent back word +during the game that Trotter only smoked cigars; so +before the ices were passed I shuffled Mr. Trotter's +and Mr. Mason's names,—I'd given Mason the +cigar case,—and just as Jordan signalled to me the +transfer had been successfully effected, I heard +Trotter casually observe he'd been obliged to +give up smoking entirely—<i>doctor's orders</i>!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>They laugh punctiliously, rather bored by</i> +<span class="smcap">Blanche's</span> <i>long account.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. Isn't the tree stunning?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Getting down from her chair.</i>] It +makes the table look like one of Mr. Trotter's +"informal little dinners."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. They say he has one of those +men who arrange shop windows decorate his +dinner table for him!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. The only time I ever dined with +him I was really ashamed to go home with my +dinner favor—it was so gorgeous! And there +were such big bunches of violets in the finger +bowls there wasn't room for your little finger.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. You never saw such a lot of +decoration! The game have ribbon garters on +their legs, and even the raw oysters wear corsage +bouquets! [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span>] I hope you don't +mind what we're saying, Mrs. Hunter?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. [<i>Offended.</i>] I must say I do +mind very much.—[<i>A pause.</i>]—because—[<i>A +second pause.</i>]—well, I am going to marry Mr. +Trotter—[<i>All, not believing her, laugh merrily.</i>] +You are all very rude!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Not on the level! Not <i>Trotter</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Sillerton</span>. Not <i>really</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. No, no, of course not!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She rings bell.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. But I <i>am</i>! And I thought +here at my daughter's table, among my own friends +(I was allowed to name the guests to-night), I +could count on good wishes and congratulations.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>There is a dead silence.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The musicians, a band of Neapolitan players, +enter and take their places in a recess at Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>To the musicians.</i>] You may play. +[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Jordan</span>, <i>who has brought in the Neapolitans.</i>] +We are ready, Jordan.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>goes out at back.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>goes to</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche.</span></p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The guitars and mandolins begin a popular song.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span>] Oh, well, +Mrs. Hunter, we were only codding! There's +lots of good in Trotter, and I'm sure you'll bring +it out. Good luck!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Shaking her hand.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>, <i>aside.</i>] You won't allow +this!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Certainly not. [<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>crosses to +her mother and they go to one side together;</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> +<i>speaks in a lowered voice.</i>] You've amazed and +shocked me! I will not tolerate such a thing; +we'll talk it over to-night.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She leaves her and returns to her guests</i>, <span class="smcap">Mrs. +Hunter</span> <i>standing where she is left, biting +her lips and almost crying with rage and +mortification.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Before the musicians, to</i> +<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>as she joins her.</i>] I'm crazy about these +men, Mrs. Sterling; they play so awfully well—especially +that one with the lovely legs!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>pulls aside the curtains at back and +all the men reënter except</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span>. <i>They +all join hands and dance around the tree, +singing with the musicians; they break, and +go up to a side table, where everything to +drink is displayed.</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>enters at this +moment and motions to</i> <span class="smcap">Mason</span> <i>and leads him +down stage.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. There was a railway guide in the +hall—that's what he went there for; he's <i>going +to run away to-night</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. How'll we prevent it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. First, we must break up this +party!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. How?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I haven't quite thought yet. Go back +to the others; send Jordan to me; don't lose sight +of Dick. Jordan! [<i>He takes him aside.</i>] I want +you to go out of this room for a minute, pretend +to go upstairs, then come back and tell Mrs. +Sterling, loud enough for the others to hear you, +that Master Richard is very ill, and say the maid +is frightened.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. [<i>Hesitating.</i>] But—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Quickly and firmly.</i>] Do as I tell +you. I am responsible for whatever happens.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>goes out at back. The men and women +are laughing and talking about the sideboard.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Come now, everybody! Let's have +the presents. Dick, you know you are to be +Santa Claus.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>looks nervously at his watch.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Just a minute, dear! Ned! [<i>Takes</i> +<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>to one side. The women move about +the tree, hunting for their own names on the stockings +on the table at the foot of the tree.</i>] Ned, I've +been suddenly called out of town on business—must +catch the eleven-twenty train. I don't want +to break up the party, so you empty the tree, +and when the time comes for me to go, I'll slip +out.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. And when your guests go?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Oh, then you can explain for me.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jordan</span> <i>enters at back.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>.] Beg pardon, madam, +but Master Richard is very ill.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Alarmed.</i>] Richard!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jordan</span>. Yes, ma'am, and Droves is very +frightened, ma'am.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Richard ill?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>All give exclamations of surprise and regret and +sympathy.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. My little boy ill? Excuse me, I +must go to him.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She hurries out at back.</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>speaks to the +musicians, who stop playing.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Moved.</i>] My boy ill—why, I can't—I +can't—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. "Can't" what?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. How can I go away?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Surely you won't let business take +you away from your boy who may be dying.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. No! I won't go! I'll face it out! +I can't leave my boy like this—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>Coming to</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling.</span>] I'm going to +take these women away; tell Blanche not to give +them a thought. Their evening up to now has +been charming.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>During</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth's</span> <i>speech</i>, <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>has spoken +aside with</i> <span class="smcap">Mason.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Aside to</i> <span class="smcap">Mason.</span>] Don't let Miss +Hunter go.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>To the other guests.</i>] Come to the +drawing-room.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span>. I was crazy to see what was in +my stocking.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>All pass out talking, expressing conventional +sympathy on account of</i> <span class="smcap">Richard</span>, <i>but evidently +resenting the breaking up of the party.</i> +<span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>are left alone in the +room.</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>moves to go up to back;</i> +<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>interrupts him.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling.</span>] Where are you +going?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. To my boy and my wife.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Wait a minute; I want to speak to +you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Speak to me later; I can't wait now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Off stage, at back, excitedly.</i>] +Jordan! [<i>She enters, excited, half hysterical.</i>] +Jordan! Where is Jordan? It was a lie! What +did he mean? Richard is sleeping sweetly. The +maid knows nothing of being alarmed! Where +is Jordan?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She starts to go toward the door Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Stops her.</i>] Mrs. Sterling, he had +nothing to do with it! <i>I</i> told Jordan to say what +he said.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>turns and looks at</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>in astonishment.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Stunned and at once suspicious.</i>] +What?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. But—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Forgive me for so cruelly alarming +you; it was the only way I could think of for getting +rid at once of your guests!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Angry.</i>] You'll interfere once too +often in the affairs of this house.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Indignant.</i>] But what excuse can +you make, Mr. Warden?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Will you be so good as to ask Miss +Hunter and Mr. Mason to come here? They +will explain what I have done, partly, and your +husband will tell you the rest when you come +back.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>sneers aloud.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. I don't understand, I don't understand.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She goes out at back.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Well, I <i>do</i> understand, at least +enough.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Good! That spares me a very disagreeable +speech.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. No, it doesn't! Come out with it! +What is it you want? What is it you've found out?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. From betraying a trust, you've come, +in less than two years, to an outright embezzlement.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Speak out—give us facts!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. You've stolen your aunt's fortune.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. <i>Prove that!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. It's <i>her money</i> that's lost in the Hudson +Electric Company!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling. Prove it!</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Easy enough, to-morrow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. You've got to excuse your action +<i>to-night</i> or <i>be kicked</i> out of my house!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Strong.</i>] Isn't what I say the +truth?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Equally strong.</i>] No! And now +get out!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Looks at his watch.</i>] I'll not leave +this house till it's too late for you to take that +eleven-twenty.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>More ugly.</i>] Yes, you will and +mighty—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. <i>No, I'll not!</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He is interrupted by the entrance of</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche, +Ruth</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Mason.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche.</span>] I <i>hope</i> you forgive +me now—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Pathetically.</i>] You did right; I +thank you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Heartbroken.</i>] Blanche—without +hearing a word from me!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. No, I've come now to hear what +<i>you</i> have to say.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>A deep-toned clock strikes eleven.</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>, <i>at +the second stroke, takes out his watch with +a hurried movement.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Quickly.</i>] Eleven o'clock.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I wish Warden to leave the room.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Firmly.</i>] And I wish him to stay.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>A short pause.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Well, of what am I accused?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Nobody wants to accuse you. We +want you to make a clean breast of it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Don't you talk to me; let my wife +do the talking if you want me to answer.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Sit down, Aunt Ruth. [<span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>sits by +the table</i>, <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>stands at back.</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>stands +at Right and</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Mason</span> <i>sit near the +centre.</i>] Aunt Ruth asks you to give her a true +account of her trust in you. Mr. Mason is here +as her friend and my father's.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I haven't said I betrayed her trust. +I told her she should <i>have</i> the bonds she wants +to-morrow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. But <i>will</i> she? That's what I want +to know. I ask you if you haven't her bonds, +to tell us here now,—tell <i>us</i>, who have been and +must be still the best friends, perhaps the only +friends, you can have. Tell us where we all +stand—are we the only ones to suffer or are there +others who will perhaps be less generous in their +treatment of you? Tell us now while there is +time perhaps to save us from public scandal, from +the disgrace which would stamp your wife as the +wife of a thief, and send your boy out into the world +the son of a convict cheat. [<i>She breaks down, but +in a moment controls herself. There is no answer.</i> +<span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>sinks into a chair, his arms on the table, +his head on his arms. A moment's silence.</i>] You +<i>love</i> me—I know that. I appeal to your love; +let your love of me persuade you to do what I ask. +I ask it for your sake and for <i>mine</i>! Tell us here +the truth now—it will spare me much to-morrow, +perhaps—me whom you love—for love of me—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>In an agony.</i>] I'm afraid I'll lose +you—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. No, I'll promise to stand by you if +you'll only tell <i>us all</i> the truth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>In a low, shamed voice.</i>] I'll +tell <i>you</i>, but not <i>now</i>—not before all these +others.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>looks up questioningly to</i> <span class="smcap">Mason.</span> +<span class="smcap">Mason</span> <i>shakes his head.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. It <i>must</i> be <i>now</i>, Dick.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. No! no! I can't look you in the +face and tell it! Let me tell it to you <i>alone</i>, later, +in the dark.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>looks up questioningly to</i> <span class="smcap">Mason</span>. <i>He +shakes his head.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. It must be now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. No, no, I'm too ashamed, I can't +face you; in the dark I'll make a clean breast of +it—let me tell you in the dark.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>moves and puts his hand on the electric-light +button beside the doorway at back.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. In the DARK, then, <i>tell it</i>!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He presses the button and all the lights go out. +The stage is in complete darkness; only the +voices are heard from the different places in +which the actors are last seen.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Quickly.</i>] Remember, to help you +to help ourselves, we must know everything. Go +on.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. It began fourteen months ago, +after Ned Warden put me on my feet; I got a +little ahead—why not get way ahead? There were +plenty of men around me making their fortunes! +I wanted to equal them—climb as high as they; +it seemed easy enough for them, and luck had +begun to come my way. We're all climbers of +some sort in this world. I was a climber after +wealth and everything it brings—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He stops a moment.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Her voice comes throbbing with +pathetic emotion through the darkness.</i>] And <i>I</i> +after <i>happiness</i> and all it brings.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Deeply moved, his voice trembles for +a moment, but only for a moment.</i>] Don't, Blanche, +or I can't finish. Well, I borrowed on some of +Aunt Ruth's bonds and speculated—I made a +hundred thousand in a week! I put back the +bonds. But it had been so easy! I could see +those bonds grinning at me through the iron side +of the vault box. They seemed to smile and beckon, +to <i>beg</i> me to take them out into the air again! +They grew to be like living things to me, servants +of mine to get me gold—and finally I determined +to make one bigger coup than ever! I took +Aunt Ruth's bonds out and all the money available +in my trust, and put it <i>all</i> into this new company! +It seemed so safe. I stood to be a prince among +the richest! And, for a day or so, I've known +nothing short of a miracle could save me from +being wanted by the police! To-night I gave up +even the miracle. That's all. It's no use saying +I'm sorry.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>A moment's pause.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Have others suffered besides Miss +Hunter?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. There is some money of Aunt +Ruth's left—stock I couldn't transfer. But I +used the money of others—Miss Godesby and +Ryder's.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Miss Ruth, a large part of your fortune +is gone, used unlawfully by this man. Will +you resort to the law?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>Very quietly.</i>] No!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>In a voice broken with emotion and +gratitude.</i>] Aunt Ruth!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. We can't hope Miss Godesby and +Ryder will be as lenient! You must go to them +in the morning—tell them everything, put yourself +at their mercy, ask for time and their +silence.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. <i>Never!</i> I couldn't do it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. It is the only honorable way out of your +dishonorable action—the least you can do!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Confess to their faces, and probably +to no good? Eat the dust at their feet, and most +likely be clapped into prison for it? <i>No, thank you!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Suppose <i>I</i> went to them?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. You?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. No! Why should <i>you</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Yes! Why not? They might keep +silent for <i>her</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. I would do it for my boy's sake. +Yes, <i>I'll</i> go.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. <i>Yes!</i> <i>You</i> go, Blanche.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. No, you <i>shan't</i> go—you shan't humiliate +yourself in his place!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Certainly not; and if your husband is +willing, we are not willing! <i>He</i> must go.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. But if he <i>won't</i>?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. He <i>must</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. You must demand his going, Blanche, +and I demand it, too, as something due to me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Very well. I demand it. Will you +go?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>A moment's silence.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Why don't you speak? [<i>He presses +the electric button and all the lights come on.</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> +<i>is at the doorway at back, about to steal out. +There is an exclamation aloud from all of surprise +and disgust. The clock strikes the quarter;</i> +<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>catches hold of</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling's</span> <i>arm.</i>] +What's your hurry, Dick? There goes the quarter +hour; you could never catch the eleven-twenty.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Damn you!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Facing</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>squarely, as</i></p> + +<p class="center">THE CURTAIN FALLS QUICKLY</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ACT III</h2> + + +<p class="direction"><i>At "The Hermitage," on the Bronx River, the +next afternoon. The house is on the Left, and +on the Right and at the back are the green lattice +arches. Snow lies thick everywhere, on the +benches at the Right and on the little iron +table beside it, on the swing between two trees at +the Right, in the red boxes of dead shrubs, on +the rocks and dried grass of a "rookery" in the +centre, and on the branches of the trees.</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> +<i>comes out from the house, followed by</i> <span class="smcap">Trotter</span>.</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Come on and let mama rest awhile—naturally +she's excited and tired out, being married +so suddenly and away from home. [<i>She stops +beside the swing, taking hold of its side rope with +her hand.</i>] It isn't every mother who can elope +without her oldest child's consent and have her +youngest daughter for a bridesmaid.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Laughing.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. I hope Mrs. Sterling will forgive +me. Perhaps she will when she sees how my +money can help your mother and me to get right +in with all the smarties!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Oh, don't you be too sure about your +getting in; it isn't as easy as the papers say! But, +anyway, that wouldn't make any difference to +Blanche. She was never a climber like mama +and me. I suppose that's why she is asked to +all sorts of houses through Aunt Ruth that wouldn't +let mama and me even leave our cards on the +butler!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. I thought your mother could go +anywhere she liked.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Oh, no, she couldn't! if she made you +think that, it was only a jolly! Blanche is the +only one of us who really went everywhere. Come +along, "<i>Poppa</i>," give me a swing! I haven't had +one for years!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She sweeps off the snow from the seat of the +swing with her hand.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Your mother certainly did represent—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Sitting in the swing.</i>] Oh, well, now +don't blame mama! She couldn't help herself; +she always thought you <i>dreadfully handsome</i>! +Swing me!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. I don't care, anyway. I'm deucedly +proud of your mother,—I mean of <i>my wife</i>,—and +I'd just as lief throw up the whole society business +and go off and live happily by ourselves.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. O dear! I think mama would find +that awfully dull. Go on, swing me! [<span class="smcap">Trotter</span> +<i>swings her.</i>] Of course, you'll find mama a little +different when you see her all the time. You +really won't see much more of her, though, than you +do now. She doesn't get up till noon, and has her +masseuse for an hour every morning, her manicure +and her mental science visitor every other day, +and her face steamed three times a week! She +has to lie down a lot, too, but you mustn't mind +that; you must remember she isn't our age!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. [<i>Swings her.</i>] She <i>suits</i> me!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. That's just what <i>I feel</i>! You'll take +care of her, and me, too, all our lives, and that's +what makes me so happy. I'm full of plans! +We'll go abroad soon and stay two years. [<i>He has +stopped swinging her.</i>] Go on, swing me!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. [<i>Holding the swing still.</i>] Say! if +you think you are going to run me and the whole +family, you're a Dodo bird! Remember that +you're my daughter; you must wait a little if +you want to be a mother-in-law.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Sleigh-bells are heard in the distance, coming +nearer.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Good gracious! If you ask <i>me</i>, I +think mama has got her hands full. What's +become of Miss Godesby and her brother?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. When you went upstairs with your +mother, they went down the road.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. You know originally the idea was <i>I</i> +was to marry you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Really—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Laughingly.</i>] Yes, and mama cut me +out.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Oh, well, it can't be helped; we +can't marry everybody.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. [<i>Noticing the bells.</i>] <i>Somebody else +arriving!</i> That's queer—nobody comes here +in the winter; that's why we chose it, because it +would be quiet! Let's play this game.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Going to an iron frog on a box which stands +near the house.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Perhaps it's Mrs. Sterling.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. No; if she was coming at all, she'd have +come in time for the wedding. [<i>She takes up the +disks which lie beside the frog.</i>] I should hate to +get married like you and mama—no splurge and +no presents! Why, the presents'd be half the fun! +And think of all those you and she've given in +your life, and have lost now a good chance of +getting back.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Throws a disk into the frog's open mouth.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. <i>I'll</i> give your mother all the presents +she wants. I can afford it; I don't want anybody +to give us anything!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. You talk like Jess! [<i>Throws another +disk.</i>] You know Jess earns her own living. She +goes around to smart women's houses answering +their invitations and letters for 'em. She calls it +being a visiting secretary, but I tell her she's a +<i>co-respon-dent</i>!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Throws a disk.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Mason</span> <i>enter from behind the +house quickly, with a manner of suppressed +excitement. They are surprised to find</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Trotter.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Why, here they are!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. No, only Miss Clara and Trotter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Lucky I met you—you must take +me back in your sleigh.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Yes, the riding's beastly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Hello! I say, were you invited?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Merry Christmas!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. We came to see the Godesbys.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. They've gone down the road.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Sterling isn't here, is he?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. No, haven't seen him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Do you know <i>why</i> we're here?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Mason</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>are embarrassed.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Yes—er—er—a—many happy returns, +Mr. Trotter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. It's a great day for me, Mr. Mason!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Wish you joy, Trotter!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Embarrassed and not going near him.</i> <span class="smcap">Trotter</span> +<i>rushes eagerly to him and grasps his hand +warmly.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Thank you, old man! I say! <i>Thank +you!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Miss Clara, would you do me the +great favor of going down the road and hurrying +the Godesbys back if you see them?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Yes, I don't mind; come along, Trotty!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. You must excuse Trotter. I want +a talk with him if he will give me five minutes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. Oh, certainly.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She goes out Left behind the house.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Mason.</span>] Will you see Mrs. +Hunter?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. I beg your pardon, Mrs. <i>Trotter</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Politely.</i>] I beg yours. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Mason</span>.] +See Mrs. Trotter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. [<i>Aside to</i> <span class="smcap">Warden.</span>] You're going to +ask <i>him</i> to go on Dick's note for Ryder?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>In a low voice.</i>] Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. You're a wonder! As if <i>he</i> would!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. <i>Somebody must</i>, and there's nobody +else. That boy and that mother have got to be +saved!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. I'm sorry my name's no good for us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. And mine mustn't be used.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. No, indeed! The minute that was +done, there'd be a new complication, and more +trouble would tumble down on Mrs. Sterling's +head. Good luck.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Shakes his hand and enters the house.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. What's up? <i>You</i> haven't come to +kick about my wedding, have you? I wouldn't +stand for that, you know!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. It's not that, Mr. Trotter. Your +wife's son-in-law, Sterling, has turned out a +blackguard; he has had intrusted to him Miss +Ruth Hunter's money and several other people's, +and he's used it all for speculation of his own.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Then he's a damned thief!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He sits on the bench with the manner that he +has settled the subject.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. So he is, and he's ruined.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Well, prison is the place for <i>him</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. We won't argue that, but how about +his family—they get punished for what he has +done; they must share his disgrace.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Oh, well, my wife is out of all that +now—<i>she's Mrs. Trotter</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Yes, but <i>her own daughter</i> suffers.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. [<i>On the defensive.</i>] She isn't very +chummy with her classy eldest daughter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Never mind that; you know without +my telling you that Mrs. Sterling is a fine woman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. She's always snubbed me right and +left, but, by George, I must own she is a fine +woman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. That's right! [<i>Clapping him on the +back and putting his arm around his shoulder.</i>] +Look here—help us save her!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. How?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Indorse a note of Sterling's to give +Ryder to keep him quiet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. I'd have to ask my wife.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. No! Don't start off like that! +Keep the reins in your own hands at the very beginning,—make +her realize from this very day +that you're raised up on the cushion beside her; +that she's sitting lower down admiring the scenery, +while you do the driving through life!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. [<i>Half laughing.</i>] Ha! I guess +you're right. Box seat and reins are good enough +for me!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Good boy! Then we can count on +you to sign this note?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Where's <i>my</i> security?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I can get you security if you want it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Of course I want it! And I say, +where are <i>you</i>? Why aren't <i>you</i> in it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. There are reasons why my name +had better not appear; you are in the family. +But I'll tell you what I'll do, Trotter; I'll secure +<i>you</i> with a note of my own—only you must keep +it dark; you mustn't even let Mason know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. All right, perhaps I'm a Dodo bird, +but I'll do it. Say, I seem to have married a +good many of this classy family!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Trotter, no one's done you justice! +And, by George! you deserve a better fate—er—I +mean—my best wishes on your wedding day.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Trotter</span> <i>shakes his hand delightedly.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Great day for me! What I wanted +was style and position, and some one classy who +would know how to spend my money for me!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Well, you've got <i>that, surely</i>!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>comes back from the house.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. The Godesbys are coming. Trotter, +there's skating on the river near here, and they've +skates in the house—don't you want a spin?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trotter</span>. Yes, I don't mind—if my wife +doesn't need me! [<span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>laughs as</i> <span class="smcap">Godesby</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>enter from behind the house.</i> +<span class="smcap">Trotter</span> <i>meets them, with</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>on his arm.</i>] +Excuse us for a little while!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara</span>. <i>Poppa</i> and I're going skating!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>They go out Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. Hello, Warden.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Good morning, Miss Godesby.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Good morning.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. How are you, Godesby? I've come +on a matter most serious, most urgent—something +very painful.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. What is it?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Comes forward.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Both of you trusted Dick Sterling.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. What's he done?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Misused your funds.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. How d'you mean?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I mean that the money you intrusted +to him is gone, and I've come to make a proposition +to you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Gone?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Godesby</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>are aghast. A +second's silence, during which</i> <span class="smcap">Godesby</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>look at each other, then back +at</i> <span class="smcap">Warden.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. Do you mean to say—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. The money is <i>gone</i>, every penny of +it, and I want you to accept a note from Sterling +to cover the amount.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. I can't <i>grasp</i> it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. Where is Sterling? Why didn't +<i>he</i> come?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. He was ashamed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. I should hope so!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Several of us are going to stick by +him; we'll manage to put him on his feet again, +and we want you to accept his note.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. [<i>Incredulous.</i>] Accept his note?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Also incredulous.</i>] On <i>what +security</i>?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. [<i>Quickly.</i>] You'll do nothing of the +sort, Julia!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. I'll see him where he belongs, +in State's Prison, first!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. That wouldn't bring you back your +money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Neither will his note!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. If I get it indorsed?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. Likely!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Rather!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I want your silence to keep it from +the public for the family's sake. I've secured a +satisfactory indorser for a note to satisfy Ryder's +claim.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Why didn't you give him to <i>me</i> +instead of Ryder?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I felt you would be willing, out of +friendship—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>There are sleigh-bells in the distance, coming +nearer.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Huh! you must take me for +an idiot!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Out of friendship for his wife.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Blanche Sterling! I never +could bear her! She's always treated me like +the dirt under her feet!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. You dined with her last night.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. That was to please her mother. +No, if my money's gone, Sterling's got to suffer, +and the one slight consolation I shall have will be +that Blanche Sterling will have to come off her +high horse.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The sleigh-bells stop.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby.</span>] Ten to one +if you agree to sign this note—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. And keep silent.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Satirically.</i>] Oh, yes, of course, +the next morning when I wake up Sterling will be +gone! Nobody knows where!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I've had it out with Sterling! I am +here as his representative. I give you my word +of honor Sterling will not run away. It is under +such an understanding with him that I am pleading +his case in his stead. He will stay here and +work till he has paid you back, every cent.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>enters hurriedly from the house.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. [<i>In great excitement.</i>] Mr. Warden, +Mr. Warden, Dick has gone!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. <i>Sterling? Gone?</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. <i>Gone?</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. That's <i>good</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Don't be a fool, Godesby. How do +you mean "gone," Miss Hunter?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. I don't altogether know. While I +was out this morning, Blanche received a message +from mother saying she'd been—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She hesitates, looking toward</i> <span class="smcap">Godesby</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. They know. They're your mother's +guests here.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. She told Blanche they would be +glad to have her here at one o'clock for +breakfast. Blanche ordered the sleigh at once +and went away, leaving word for me I was +to open any message which might come for +her.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Godesby.</span>] Has she been here?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. Not that I know of.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Eager to hear more.</i>] No, no!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. No, they say not. She probably +went first to Aunt Ruth's. Before I got back, +Dick, who'd been out—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. He was at my house.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. Yes. He came back, questioned Jordan +as to where Blanche was, went upstairs, and +then went away again, leaving a note for Blanche, +which I found when I came home—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Eagerly.</i>] Yes?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. It simply said, "Good-by. Dick."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Very angry.</i>] Oh!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. [<i>Quickly.</i>] He's taken a train! He's +cleared out!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Do you know if he took a bag or +anything with him?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. No, he took nothing of that sort. +Jordan went into his room and found a drawer +open and empty, a drawer in which Dick kept—a +<i>pistol</i>!—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She drops her voice almost to a whisper.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Good God, he's shot himself!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. Perhaps not—he left the house.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Yes, if he were really determined +to shoot himself, why wouldn't he have done it +there in his own room?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. What can we do? What can we do?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I'll get Mr. Mason; he's with your +mother; he must go back to town at once.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Going to the house.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. He can go with me; I'd better be at +the house. Some one must be there.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Good!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He goes into the house.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>and her brother ignore and +apparently forget the presence of</i> <span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>in +their excitement. They both speak and move +excitedly.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. I ought to have suspected +something when Sterling told me he was getting +ten per cent for my money,—the blackguard!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. I always told you you were a fool +not to take care of your money yourself! You +know more about business than most men.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. I didn't want to be bothered; +besides, there was always something very attractive +about Sterling. I don't mind telling you that if +he had fallen in love with me instead of the stiff-necked +woman he married, I'd have tumbled over +myself to get him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. How do you feel about him now?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Now! Thank God, I'm saved +such a waking up! It's going to make a big +difference with my income, Howard! I wonder if +his wife knew he was crooked! I'll bet you she's +got a pot of money stowed away all right in her +own name.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. [<i>Who can bear no more, interrupts.</i>]</p> + +<p>Please—please! Remember that you're speaking +of my sister and that every word you are +saying cuts through me like a knife.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. I beg your pardon; I ought to +have thought. I like and respect you, Jess, and +I've been very rude.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jessica</span>. You've been more than that; you've +been cruelly unjust to Blanche in all that you've +said!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Perhaps I have, but I don't +feel in a very generous mood; I've some excuse—so +please forgive me.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>reënters Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Jessica.</span>] Mason is waiting for +you with the sleigh. He's going first to my house. +Dick may have gone back there to hear the result +of my interview with Ryder,—then Mason'll +try his own house and Sterling's club.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. The <i>police</i> are the best men to find +Sterling, whatever's happened.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Godesby.</span>] You wait a minute +with me; I haven't finished with you yet. [<i>To</i> +<span class="smcap">Jessica.</span>] I'll stay here for your sister, in case she +comes.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>goes out Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby.</span>] Don't you +give in!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Not for a minute! [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Warden.</span>] +Don't you think, under the circumstances, +the wedding breakfast had better be called off, +and my brother and I go back to town?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Not till you've given me your promise, +both of you, that you will keep silent about the +embezzlement of your bonds for the sake of +Mrs. Sterling and her son.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Half laughs.</i>] Huh!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. For the sake of her mother, who is +your friend.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Sleigh-bells start up loud and die off quickly;</i> +<span class="smcap">Jessica</span> <i>has gone.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Oh, come, you know what sort +of friends we are,—for the amusement we can get +out of each other. This is the case,—I trusted +this man with my affairs. He was very attractive—I +don't deny that; business with Dick Sterling +became more or less of a pleasure—but that +doesn't cut any ice with me; he's stolen my +money. To put it plainly, he's a common thief, +and he ought to be punished; why should he go +scot free and a lot of others not? You know +perfectly well his note wouldn't be worth the paper +it was written on; and, anyway, if he hasn't gone +and sneaked out of the world, I won't lift my little +finger to keep him from the punishment he deserves!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. Good for you, Julia!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Don't you put your oar in, Godesby; +just let this matter rest between your sister and +me! She's always been known as the best man +in your family.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. You don't choose a very conciliatory +way of bringing us around!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I'm not choosing any way at all; I'm +striking right out from the shoulder. There +isn't time for beating round the bush! I'm +pleading for the good name and honorable position +of a perfectly innocent, a fine, woman, and for +the reputation and unimpeded career of her son! +And I make that appeal as man to man and +woman!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. I have nothing to do with +any one in this matter but Sterling himself, who +has robbed me, and I'll gladly see him suffer for it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Now look here, Miss Godesby, you +belong to a pretty tough crowd in society, but I +know at heart you're not a bad sort! What good +will it do you? Granted even that you don't care +for Mrs. Sterling, still don't tell me you're the kind +of woman to take a cruel pleasure in seeing another +woman suffer! I wouldn't believe it! You're +not one of those catty creatures! You're a clever +woman, and I don't doubt you can be a pretty +hard one, too, at times; but you're <i>just</i>—that's +the point now—you're <i><span class="smcap">just</span></i>—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Interrupting.</i>] Exactly! I'm +just, an eye for an eye! Sterling is a thief, let +him get the deserts of one!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She sits on the bench determinedly.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. But you can't look at only one +side! You can't shut your eyes to his wife's +suffering, too, and she doesn't deserve it! Neither +does her boy deserve to share his disgrace. [<i>He +sits beside her.</i>] Why, you have it in your power +to handicap that boy through his whole life by +publishing his father a criminal; or you can give +that boy a fair show to prove himself more his +<i>mother's son</i> than his father's, and to live an +honest—who knows—perhaps a noble life!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. I refuse to accept such a responsibility. +Ryder—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Rises, interrupting her.</i>] Ryder's word +is given to be silent.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Well, that's <i>his</i> lookout.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. You'll have many a heart wrench, +I'll bet you! You'll have to run across the results +of the harm you do to Mrs. Sterling and Richard +day in and day out, year after year! I don't +believe you realize what it means! Why, I know +<i>you</i> can't bear to see a <i>dog</i> suffer! I met you last +week on the street carrying a mangy, crippled brute +of a little dog in your arms, afraid lest he'd get +into the hands of the vivisectionists, and yet here +you'll let a boy and his mother—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Interrupts him, struggling +against a tiny emotion which he has stirred.</i>] Stop +Stop! I don't want you working on my feelings +that way.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She rises and turns from him</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Follows her.</i>] I'm only knocking +at the door of your heart. And now because it's +opened just a tiny way, you want to shut it in my +face again. Will you leave this woman's name +fit for her to use? <i>Won't</i> you make that boy's +life worth living to him?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>After a moment's pause, looks +straight into</i> <span class="smcap">Warden's</span><i> face.</i>] I'll tell you what +I'll do. Get me some security, some sort of +indorsement of Sterling's note—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. If the man's only alive!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. And I'll hold my tongue.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. How long will you give me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Oh, come, I can't have any +monkey business! You must get me my security +to-day.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. To-day?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. But—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. That's my last word.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. Stick to that, Julia!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I shan't try to persuade her against +that. Will you leave your sister alone with me a +moment. Perhaps you'll see about your sleigh +being ready to return to town.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. I've no objection—if Julia wishes it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Yes, go on, Howard!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Godesby</span> <i>goes out back of house.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Left alone with</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>, <i>goes +nearer to her.</i>] Look, here! Will you accept <i>my</i> +indorsement? Will <i>I</i> be all right?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Incredulously.</i>] Certainly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Then it's settled?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. You don't mean it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. You'd be willing to lose—[<i>A +revelation comes to her.</i>] Oh—for <i>Mrs. +Sterling</i>! I see!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Very seriously.</i>] I <i>wouldn't</i>. I +wouldn't see.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. And she's always been blackguarding +me for my affairs with men! And all +the time—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Interrupts strongly.</i>] Don't say any +more, please, <i>Miss Godesby</i>! I only wish +your brother had said that much instead of +you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Disagreeably.</i>] So you're in +love with Blanche Sterling?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. No!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Oh, come, don't tell a lie about +it; that will only make it seem worse.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Well, suppose I were in love with her—what +of it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Nothing; only, my dear Warden, +that woman—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Interrupts.</i>] Wait a minute! You've +got me in a corner, but knowing half the truth, +you mustn't <i>guess</i> the whole. She is even more ignorant +of my love for her than you were ten minutes +ago! [<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>smiles and makes a little +satirical exclamation.</i>] You don't believe that, +but I'll <i>make</i> you. I'm going to tell <i>you</i> something +I've never even told myself. I'm going +to put you to a big test, because I've got to. +Apparently, I can't help myself; but after all, +somehow I believe in the human nature in you, +and you've got it in your power to help or hurt +the woman I love—I say those words aloud for +the first time—the woman I love!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He has finished his speech in a lowered tone +throbbing with controlled feeling.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby.</span> [<i>Incredulously.</i>] You've never +told her?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden.</span> Never; and you show how little you +really know her when you ask that question! She +loves her husband.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby.</span> I'm not so sure about that!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden.</span> I am, and I <i>love her</i>. But surely the +silent love of a man, like mine, is no insult to a +good woman—cannot harm her! A love that +is never spoken, not even whispered, can't hurt +any one, except, perhaps, the one who loves. You +must acknowledge even <i>you</i> have never heard +a hint; you <i>showed</i> just now your real surprise at +what circumstances revealed to you! I'd die +sooner than bring the slightest shadow of a scandal +on her, and I've hugged my secret tight. Have +you any idea what such a love means? How it +grows and grows, its strength shut in, held back, +doubling and redoubling its powers!—its ideality +increasing, the passion <i>suppressed</i>, locked up! +Good God! I tremble sometimes when I think—suppose +some day it should burst out, <i>break</i> my +control, <span class="smcap">master me</span>! [<i>A pause.</i>] And here, now, +I've told <i>you</i>; I'm sorry, but I had to for <i>her</i> sake +again. Will you help me keep my secret?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby.</span> [<i>After a second's pause.</i>] Yes, +because I believe you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden.</span> And Mrs. Sterling?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby.</span> [<i>Slowly, with sincere meaning.</i>] +I envy her!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Her voice breaks and she turns away from him.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden.</span> No one is to know I indorse Sterling's +note?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby.</span> You needn't sign the note; +my brother'd have to see it. I'll take your word +for the indorsement.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She offers him her hand. They shake hands.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. What a brick you are! You know +you don't do yourself anything like justice in the +world!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Godesby</span> <i>reënters Left and after him a</i> <span class="smcap">Man +Servant</span> <i>in ordinary clothes, who passes +through the archway at back Centre.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. Ready!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Aside to her.</i>] You can promise his +silence about Sterling?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Oh, yes, he's absolutely dependent +upon me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Thank you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Ned</span> <i>with a forced gaiety.</i>] +Good-by!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Again shaking her hand</i>] Good-by.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He looks his thanks at her.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Godesby</span>. Well? What did you do?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>As they go.</i>] Don't worry; +I've taken care of myself for many years, and I +still feel up to it!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>They go out Left and at the same time the</i> <span class="smcap">Servant</span> +<i>enters from the archway at back Centre +carrying some fire logs in his arms. This</i> <span class="smcap">Servant</span> +<i>speaks with a slight French accent. As +he reaches the house,</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>stops him with +a question, and the</i> <span class="smcap">Godesbys'</span> <i>sleigh-bells start +up and quickly die away. The sun begins to set.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span> Have you an empty sitting room?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Servant</span>. Yes, sair.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span> Warm?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Servant</span>. I will soon arrange a fire.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span> I wish you would, please.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Servant</span>. Ze big room for ze breakfast is +altogether ready and warm; you will be able to go +in there now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. No, that wouldn't do. It's all right +out here for <i>me</i>, only I am expecting a +lady.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Sleigh-bells are heard in the distance, coming +quickly nearer.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Servant</span>. Yes, sair.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I hear a sleigh coming. If a lady is +in it, ask if her name is Mrs. Sterling, and if she +says yes, tell her Mr. Warden is here and would +like to speak with her a moment before she goes in +to Mrs.—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He hesitates a second.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Servant</span>. Trottair?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Servant</span>. Yes, sair.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He goes into the house.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The sun grows red, and the colors of sunset +creep over the sky during the scene which +follows. After a moment the</i> <span class="smcap">Servant</span> <i>shows</i> +<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>out from the house.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Surprised and depressed.</i>] Good +morning, Mr. Warden, have you been asked to +these funeral baked meats?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. No, I'll explain why I am here in a +few minutes. Only let me ask you first when you +last saw your husband?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Early this morning.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. And you have come just now from +where?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Aunt Ruth's. Of course you know +about my mother? When I heard it I started to +come here, but my heart failed me and I turned +back to my aunt's. She has persuaded me that I +ought to come and put the best face on the matter +possible, but it seems as if I'd had now a little +more than I <i>can</i> bear!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Her voice breaks and her eyes fill with tears.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Almost tenderly.</i>] Shall we go inside?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. No, no! Let us stay out in the air; +my head would burst in one of these close little +rooms. Have you seen mother?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. No, not yet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Where is Dick? Did he go to +Ryder's?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. No, but I have some good news to +tell you all the same—Ryder has promised silence.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>With tremendous relief.</i>] Oh! that's +too good, too good to be true! To whom did he +promise?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I want you not to ask me that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. I can guess, it was—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Lying.</i>] No, it was—<i>Mason</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Doubting him.</i>] Mr. Mason?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. And I've more good news for you, +Mrs. Sterling—the <i>Godesbys</i>, too; <i>they</i> will be +silent.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. You're sure?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. We have their word!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Pointedly.</i>] Mr. Mason again?—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>bows his head in assent.</i>] He was <i>here</i>?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Some time ago, but only for a minute. +He didn't stay; he went to find your husband.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. But the <i>Godesbys</i>? I just met +them now on the road going back. How could +Mr. Mason, if he didn't stay—[<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>is +embarrassed, and is silent, searching a way out of +it.</i>] Oh, no! no! it wasn't Mr. Mason! I see the +whole thing clearly. Dick was too great a coward, +and <i>you</i> did it! It was <i>you</i> who won over Ryder! +It was <i>you</i> who persuaded the Godesbys!—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>shakes his head and makes a movement +to deny it.</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>continues speaking, the +words rushing to her lips, as her pent-up heart +opens and lets all her emotions suddenly free.</i>] +Don't try to deny it; you can't make me believe +you! It's to <i>you</i> I owe whatever promise the +future has for me! It is <i>you</i> who have given me +all the happiness I've had for years. It is <i>you</i> +who have watched over, taken care of, me—<i>you</i>, +the best friend any woman in this world ever had. +It is <i>you</i> now who have saved my boy's honor. +It is <i>you</i> who lift the weight off my shoulders, the +weight off my heart! You!—you!—you!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She sinks sobbing on the bench. It begins to +snow very quietly and slowly.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>All his love bursting out into his +face and into his voice, cries.</i>] Blanche! Blanche!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Leaning over her as if to protect her from her +trouble and take her to his breast.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Rising and looking straight into +his eyes with a suddenly revealed great love in her +own.</i>] Ned!—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>They hold this position some moments, gazing +into each other's eyes; then finally</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> +<i>makes a movement towards her, crying out +more triumphantly, having read and realized +her love for him.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Blanche!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Moving a half step back from him.</i>] +No—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. No?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Look—look, it's beginning to snow!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Very softly.</i>] What do you mean?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Desperately.</i>] I mean to speak of +anything except what is in your thoughts at this +moment! Help me not to forget that no matter +what he has done, Dick is still my husband.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. You don't know all he has done!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. How not "all"? What else? +Where is he?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>With a sudden new alarm.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. He has left you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Echoes.</i>] Left me?—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Mason is searching for him. He +left a note at your house which Jess read; it was +only one word "Good-by."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Echoes again.</i>] Good-by! [<i>Sleigh-bells +are heard in the distance, coming quickly +nearer.</i>] What does it mean? You're hiding +something from me! Tell me what else you know?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. He left the house, but took something +with him—something from a drawer in +his room.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>After a second's pause she whispers.</i>] +His pistol?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Aghast, still whispers.</i>] Has he +done it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I don't know; I'm waiting word +from Mason.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The sleigh-bells stop.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Excited.</i>] But we can't wait here +doing nothing; we must go, too!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Mason is doing all that can be done; +we'd better wait here.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He takes her hand in sympathy, but without +suggesting the passion of a few moments before.</i> +<span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>enters hurriedly Left. He is +wild with drink and jealousy.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Drop my wife's hand!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>They turn in great surprise.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Dick!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Fright at his appearance is mingled with her +surprise.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>At the same time as</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>.] +Sterling!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>They do not drop hands.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Coming nearer, very strong.</i>] Drop +my wife's hand! [<i>They do so quickly, not understanding +yet.</i>] So I've <i>caught</i> you!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Angry.</i>] Caught us!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Yes, I had my suspicions roused +some time ago!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Of what?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. <i>I</i> could go to the devil—what did +<i>you two</i> care! I could go to State's Prison! All +the better—<i>out of your way!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. You're speaking like a madman!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I went back to my house this +morning; my wife was gone—no message left +where to! But I questioned the servant. She'd +driven here! Why? Ha! [<i>A bitter half laugh; +he turns to</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>.] <i>You've come here once +too often!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Very strong.</i>] Sterling!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span>, <i>but ignoring his +exclamation.</i>] Then I went to <i>your</i> house. <i>They +knew</i> where <i>you'd</i> gone! You ought to train +your servants better! <i>Both here!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. If you're not careful, I'll ram your +insinuations down your throat.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Jeers.</i>] "Insinuations?" I've +caught you! I make no "<i>insinuations</i>." I tell +you <i>both you're caught!</i> You're my wife's +lover, and she's your damned mis—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Interrupted.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Seizing</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>by the throat.</i>] +Don't you finish!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Sh!—for Heaven's sake! [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span>.] +Let him alone; I'm not afraid of what he says.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>leaves</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. No, you never were a liar, I'll give +you credit for that,—so confess the truth—you're +his—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Interrupted.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Excited beyond her control.</i>] Listen! +And you shall have the truth if you want it! These +years that he's been befriending me I never dreamed +of loving him nor thought of his loving me. [<span class="smcap">Dick</span> +<i>sneers.</i>] <i>Wait!</i> No, not even the day my father +was buried, when I learned outright you were +<i>dishonest!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Surprised.</i>] What do you mean?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. What I say—I learned it then from +a paper of my father's. I shouldn't have kept my +knowledge to myself—I see that now; but I did, +for your sake, not for love of you—the love went +for good that day. But here, a moment ago, I realized +for the first time that my old friend <i>did</i> love me, +love me with an ideal devotion the noblest woman +in the world might be proud of! I didn't tell +him then I loved him, but now I take this chance, +I <i>take it</i> <span class="smcap">Gladly</span> before you!—<i>forced by you!</i> +I tell him now, what perhaps he has already +guessed, I love him with all my heart—I <i>love him</i>! +<span class="smcap">I love him</span>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Damn you both! then it's the <i>end</i> +of <i>me!</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He pulls out a pistol and tries to put it to his +temple.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Cries out.</i>] Ned!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Seizes</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>, <i>catches his arm, +and wrenches the pistol from him.</i>] So that's what +you planned to do, is it—make a wretched scene +like that?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>It begins to snow more heavily.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> [<i>In utter collapse and shame.</i>] Why +did you stop me? I'm better out of the world. +I'm crazy with shame. First I disgraced and now +I've insulted—<i>degraded</i>—the only living thing I +care for,—that's my wife.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>A moment's pause.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> [<i>Speaks quietly.</i>] Come back to the +house. Mr. Mason is looking for you; he has +something to tell you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> I know—more bad news.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> No, good.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> [<i>Echoes.</i>] Good! [<i>Starting to go, he +turns at the porch.</i>] I want <i>you</i> to know that <i>I</i> +know I'm a rotten beast.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He goes out Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden.</span> You're going back <i>home</i>?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> "<i>Home!</i>" [<i>With a faint smile.</i>] I +should hardly call it that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden.</span> [<i>Aside to her.</i>] You're not afraid?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> [<i>Half smiling.</i>] Oh, no! And my +boy's there.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The thick falling snow almost hides them, but +they are unconscious of it.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden.</span> What's to be done?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> Wait; we'll see—we'll see—let +it be something we could never regret. Good-by, +Ned.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Giving him her hand.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden.</span> Good-by, Blanche.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Kissing her hand very tenderly and almost +with a certain kind of awe, as</i></p> + +<p class="center">THE CURTAIN SLOWLY FALLS</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ACT IV</h2> + + +<p class="direction"><i>The following morning; at the</i> <span class="smcap">Sterlings'</span>; <i>the +library; a warm, livable, and lovable room, full +of pictures, photographs, and books; mistletoe +and holly decorate everywhere. In the bow-window +at back there is a large bird-cage with +half a dozen birds in it. The furniture is +comfortable and heavily upholstered. At Left +there is a fireplace with logs ready, but the fire is +not lit. There a big table near the centre, full of +magazines, illustrated papers, and books. A big +arm-chair is beside the table, and other chairs +conversationally close. There is a table near the +door at Right, piled with Christmas gifts, still +wrapped in white paper; they are tied with many +colored ribbons and bunches of holly. There are +doors Right and Left. After the curtain rises on +an empty stage,</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>enters quickly; while she +has her buoyant manner, she is, of course, more +serious than usual. She carries a bunch of fresh +violets in her hand. She looks about the room with +a sort of curiosity. She is waiting for some one +to appear. She takes up a silver-framed photograph +of her brother which stands on a table +and speaks aloud to it.</i></p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> I'm glad you're spared this. [<i>With a +long-drawn breath she places the photograph back +upon the table and turns to greet</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>, <i>who +comes in Right.</i>] Good morning, my dear.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She kisses her.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> Good morning. You've had my +note? [<span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>nods.</i>] Thank you. I wanted to +see you before I saw any one else. You must +help me decide, only <i>you</i> can.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> Have you seen your husband this +morning?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> No. He sent word he was feeling +ill, but would like to see me when I was willing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> And you?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>They sit near each other.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> I don't want to talk with him till +I see more clearly what I am going to do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> Mr. Warden told me last night all +that happened at "The Hermitage." But on +your ride home with Dick?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> We never spoke. [<i>She rises.</i>] Aunt +Ruth, I am going to leave him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> [<i>Rising.</i>] No!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> [<i>Walking up and down.</i>] Why not? +<i>Everybody</i> does.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> [<i>Going to her.</i>] That's just it. <i>Be +somebody!</i> Don't do the easy, weak thing. Be +strong; be an example to other women. Heaven +knows it's time they had one!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>enters Right.</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>meets +her.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> Good morning, my poor dear.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Going to kiss</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> [<i>Taking</i> <span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter's</span> <i>hand and +not kissing her.</i>] Good morning.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> Clara's gone upstairs to see +little Richard. Good morning, Ruth.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She adds this with a manner of being +on the defensive.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> [<i>Dryly.</i>] Good morning.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> [<i>Sitting by the table and looking +at the picture papers.</i>] Isn't it awful! What are +you going to do?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> I don't know yet, mother.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> <i>Don't know?</i> Absolute divorce—no +legal separation! [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span>.] We're staying +at the Waldorf.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>sits discouragedly on the sofa.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> [<i>Sitting beside her.</i>] I shall advise +against, and do everything in my power to prevent, +Blanche's getting a divorce!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> You don't mean to say you'll +carry those ridiculous notions of yours into practice?—now +that a scandal has come into our very +family?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> Oh, I know selfish, cynical, and worldly +people won't agree with me, and I pity and sympathize +with Blanche from the bottom of my +heart. [<i>Taking and holding</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche's</span> <i>hand.</i>] +But I want her not to decide anything now; wait +till the first blows over, and then—well, then I +feel sure she will do the strong, noble thing—the +difficult thing—not the easy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> [<i>Withdraws her hand from</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth's</span>.] +<i>No</i>, you ask too much of me, Aunt Ruth; I can't +do it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> I say don't decide now—wait.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> I don't want to wait. I want to decide +now and to cut my life free, entirely, from Dick's.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> You used to agree with me. I've heard +you decry these snapshot, rapid-transit, tunnel +divorces many a time. I've heard you say when +a woman has made her bed, she must lie in it—make +the best of her bad bargain.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> I always sympathized with a woman +who sought a divorce in this state.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> Oh, yes, but <i>you can't</i>, can you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> No, but I'm not strong enough to +fight out an unhappy life for the sake of setting an +example to other women—women who <i>don't +want</i> the example set!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> Blanche, I counted on you to be strong, +to be big—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> [<i>With a voice full of emotion.</i>] But +I love Ned Warden. He loves me—life stretches +out long before us. Dick has disgraced us all. +I don't love him—should I give <i>my</i> happiness and +Mr. Warden's happiness for <i>him</i>?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> Absurd! We all have a right +to happiness if we can get it. I have chosen; let +Blanche follow my example.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> [<i>Disgusted.</i>] <i>Yours?</i> [<i>Rises.</i>] Oh!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> [<i>Following up the advantage.</i>] Yes, +Blanche, do you want to follow your mother's +example?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> No! But the cases are not analogous!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> Not what? You needn't fling +any innuendoes at Mr. Trotter; it's he who said +it was my duty to stand by you, advise you, and +all that sort of thing. I'm not here to please +myself! Goodness knows, a divorce court isn't +a very pleasant place to spend your honeymoon!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> Thank both you and Mr. Trotter, +mother; but I ask you to allow Aunt Ruth and me +to decide this matter between us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> Trotter says <i>divorce</i> was <i>made</i> +for woman!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> And what was made for man, please? +Polygamy?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> I don't know anything about +politics! But I could count a dozen women in a +breath, all divorced, or trying to be, or <i>ought</i> to be!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> And each one of them getting a cold +shoulder.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> What of it if their hearts are warm—poor +climbers after happiness!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> Believe me, dear, the chill spreads. +You're going to be selfish?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> She's going to be sensible.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>enters Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara.</span> Hello, everybody! I just saw Dick +coming out of his room and I cut him dead.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> Clara!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>.] You've taken a certain +responsibility upon yourself, and you can't shirk it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> He isn't what I thought him!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> The day the sun shone on you as a +bride, in God's presence, you said you took him +for better for worse—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara.</span> Dear me, is that in it? The marriage +service ought to be expurgated!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span>.] I'm ashamed of you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara.</span> That's nothing new!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> Aunt Ruth, let us talk some other +time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> Oh, if we are in the way, we'll go!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Rises.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara.</span> Yes, come on, let's go to Atlantic City.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> No, I'd rather go to Lakewood.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara.</span> Oh, pshaw, Lakewood's no fun! I'm +surprised you don't say go to Aiken, North Carolina.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> Mr. Trotter says we can't +leave town anyway while Blanche is in this +trouble.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> Mother, please discuss your affairs +somewhere else.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> And if I may be permitted to suggest, +you will find Mr. Trotter's advice always pretty +good to follow. That young man has better +qualities than we have suspected. I have some +thing to thank him for; will you be good enough +to ask him to come and see me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> He will not go to your house +with my permission. I shall tell him you have +never asked me inside your door.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara.</span> Mother, if you ask <i>me</i>—[<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> +<i>interjects</i> "Which I don't," <i>but</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>continues +without paying any attention to the interruption.</i>]—I +don't think Mr. Trotter is going to cry +himself to sleep for your permission about anything!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>.] Good-by, my +dear; if you want me, let me know; I'll be glad +to do anything I can. I'm staying at the Waldorf.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara.</span> It's full of people from Kansas and +Wyoming Territory come to hear the Opera!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> A little western blood wouldn't hurt +our New York life a bit!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara.</span> Ah! Got you there! The west is +the place where the divorces come from!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> [<i>Laughs.</i>] What's the matter +with Providence? I think Rhode Island tips the +scales pretty even for the east!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> Please go, mother; please leave me +for a little while.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> Oh, very well, good-by! [<span class="smcap">Leonard</span> +<i>enters Right with a Christmas parcel, which he +places on the table Right.</i>] Dear me, have you had +all these Christmas presents and not opened them?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> It is only little Richard in this house +who is celebrating Christmas to-day.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter.</span> It's a terrible affair; I only +hope the newspapers won't get hold of it. [<i>To</i> +<span class="smcap">Leonard</span>.] If any women come here asking for +<i>me</i> who look like ladies, don't let 'em in! They +ain't my friends; they're reporters.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Leonard</span> <i>bows and goes out.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara.</span> I'm awfully sorry, Blanche, I honestly +am; but I think you'll have only yourself to blame +if you don't strike out now and throw Dick over. +Good-by!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Mrs. Hunter</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Clara</span> <i>go out Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> I wish <i>they</i> wouldn't advise me to do +what I <i>want</i> to.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> Ah!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> But who do I harm by it? Surely, +it wouldn't be for <i>his</i> good to be brought up under +the influence of his father!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> If he saw you patiently bearing a cross +for the sake of duty, can you imagine a stronger +force for good on the boy's character? What an +example <i>you</i> will set him! What a chance for a +mother!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> But my own life, my own happiness?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> Ah, my dear, that's just it! The watchword +of our age is self! We are all for ourselves; +the twentieth century is to be a glorification of +selfishness, the Era of Egotism! Forget yourself, +and what would you do? The dignified thing. +You would live quietly <i>beside</i> your husband if +not <i>with</i> him. And your son would be worthy +of such a mother!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> And I?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> You would be <i>glad</i> in the end.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> Perhaps—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Surely! Blanche, for twenty years Mr. +Mason and I have loved each other.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>is astonished. There is a pause.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>smiles while she speaks, though her +voice breaks.</i>]</p> + +<p>You never guessed! Ah, well, your father +knew.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> But Mrs. Mason is hopelessly insane; +surely—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> A principle is a principle; I took my +stand against divorce. What can you do for a +principle if you don't give up everything for it? +Nothing! And that is what I mean. To-day I +am not sorry—I am happy.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>There is another slight pause.</i> <span class="smcap">Richard</span> <i>is +heard upstairs singing a Christmas carol, +"Once in Royal David's City," etc.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> [<i>With great emotion.</i>] But if it +breaks my heart—if it breaks my heart?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> Hearts don't break from the pain that +comes of doing right, but from the sorrow of doing +wrong! [<i>Neither woman speaks for a minute; in +the silence</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>hears</i> <span class="smcap">Richard</span>.] What's that?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> [<i>Hearing now for the first time.</i>] +Richard singing one of his carols.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> I'd forgotten it <i>was</i> Christmas.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Leonard</span> <i>enters Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard.</span> Doctor Steinhart is here to see Mr. +Sterling. Where shall I show him, madame?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> Here; we'll go—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Rising.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard.</span> Yes, madame.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He goes out.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Rut.</span> Well? What are you going to do?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> I'm <i>thinking</i>—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> May I come with you, or shall I—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> No, come.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The two women start to leave the room together +Right, with their arms around each other. +They meet</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>, <i>who enters; he starts, +they stop.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> I beg your pardon, I didn't know +you were here.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> We are going to my room; I am sorry +you are not well.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> Oh, it's nothing, thank you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth.</span> If we can do anything, let us +know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> [<i>Overwhelmed with shame, bows his +head.</i>] Thank you.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>The women go out Right. At the same moment</i> +<span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart</span> <i>is shown in by</i> <span class="smcap">Leonard</span> <i>Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart.</span> Good morning, Sterling.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> Good morning, doctor; sit down.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart.</span> No, thanks, I'm very rushed +this morning. What can I do for you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> I've been drinking too much for some +time; I can't eat—my nerves are all gone to +pieces. I've some—some business troubles, and +I haven't slept for a week.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart.</span> Is that all! Brace up, help +yourself a little, and we can soon make a man of +you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> I'm afraid it would take more than a +doctor to do that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart.</span> Oh, come, we must get rid +of melancholy. Come and drive with me to +79th Street.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> No, I'm too worn out. Look at my +hand! [<i>Holds out a trembling hand.</i>] I tell you +literally I haven't slept for weeks—I thought +you'd give me some chloral or something.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart.</span> What? Now?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> Yes; I've tried sulphonal and all that +rot; if doesn't have any effect on me. Give me a +hypodermic—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart.</span> Nonsense! Come out into +the air!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> I've <i>been</i> out.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart.</span> Good! Then try lying down +again, and perhaps you'll go to sleep <i>now</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> Very well, but give me something to +take to-night in case I can't sleep then.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart.</span> [<i>Takes out a note-book and +writes with a stylographic pen.</i>] Be careful what you +eat to-day. How about this drinking—did your +business trouble come after it began, or did the +whiskey come after the business trouble?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> That's it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart.</span> Um—[<i>Giving</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>the +paper which he tears out of his note-book.</i>] Look +here, I've a busy day before me; but I'll look in +to-morrow, and we'll have a good talk.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> Thank you. I say, what <i>is</i> this?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart.</span> It's all right. Sulphate of +morphia—one-quarter-grain tablets.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> Isn't that very little?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart.</span> Oh, no; you try one, and repeat +in an hour if it hasn't done its work.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> But you've only given me two tablets, +and I tell you I'm awfully hard to influence!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dr. Steinhart.</span> Two's enough; we don't give +a lot of drugs to a man in a nervous condition like +yours. Don't let them wake you for luncheon if +you're asleep. Sleep's best for you. Good-by—pleasant +dreams.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He goes out Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> [<i>Reads off the prescription.</i>] "Two +one-quarter-grain tablets sulphate of morphia, +Wm. B. Steinhart—" And in <i>ink!</i> Why didn't +he write it with a lead-pencil? How can I make it +more? Two—wait a minute! Two! [<i>Taking +out his own stylographic pen.</i>] What's his ink? +[<i>Makes a mark with his pen on his cuff.</i>] Good! +the same! Why not make it twelve? [<i>Marking +a one before the two.</i>] Just in case—I might as +well be on the safe side!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He rings an electric bell beside the mantel, and +waves the paper in the air to dry it.</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> +<i>enters Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> I heard the doctor go. Is anything +serious the matter?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> <i>If</i> it were my <i>body</i> only that had gone +wrong, Blanche!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Leonard</span> <i>enters Left.</i></p> + +<p>[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Leonard</span>.] Take this prescription round the +corner and have it put up.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard.</span> Yes, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> And bring it to me with a glass of +water.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard.</span> Yes, sir.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He goes out Left.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>is still standing.</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>sinks into +a chair, and puts his head in his hands, his +elbows on the table. He lifts his head and +looks at her.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> I know what you're going to do; +you don't have to tell me; of course you're going to +divorce me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> What!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>His hands drop to the table; he looks her straight +in the face, doubting what he hears.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> [<i>Looking back into his eyes.</i>] No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> [<i>Cries.</i>] Blanche!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>In a tone of amazement and joy.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> I give you one more chance, for +your sake <i>only as my boy's father</i>. But—<i>don't +make it impossible for me</i>—do you understand?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> Yes! I must take the true advantage +of this chance your goodness gives me. I must +right myself, so that people need not hesitate to +speak of his father in Richard's presence. <i>And +this I will do.</i> [<i>With great conviction he rises.</i>] +I know I am at the cross-roads, and I know the +way; <i>but</i> I don't choose it for <i>your</i> reasons; I +choose for my own reason—which is that, unfit as +<i>I am, I love you.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He speaks deliberately and with real feeling, +bending over her.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> I tell you truly my love for you is +gone for good.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> I'll win it back—you <i>did</i> love me, +you <i>did</i>, didn't you, Blanche?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span>. I loved the man I thought you were. +Do you remember that day in the mountains when +we first really came to know each other, when we +walked many, many miles without dreaming of +being tired?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> And found ourselves at sunset at the +top instead of below, by our hotel! Oh, yes, I +remember! The world changed for me that day.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He sinks back into the arm-chair, overcome, in +his weakened state, by his memories and his +realization of what he has made of the present.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> And for me! I knew then for the +first time you loved me, and that I loved you. Oh! +how short life of a sudden seemed! Not half +long enough for the happiness it held for me! +[<i>She turns upon him with a vivid change of feeling.</i>] +Has it turned out so?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> How different! Oh, what a beast! +what a fool!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> [<i>Speaking with pathetic emotion, +tears in her throat and in her eyes.</i>] And that +early summer's day you asked me to be your wife! +[<i>She gives a little exclamation, half a sob, half a +laugh.</i>] It was in the corner of the garden; I can +smell the lilacs now! And the raindrops fell +from the branches as my happy tears did on +father's shoulder that night, when I said, "Father, +he will make me the happiest woman in the world!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> O God! to have your love back!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> You can't breathe life back into a +dead thing; how different the world would be if +one could!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling.</span> You can bring back life to the +drowned; perhaps your love is only drowned in +the sorrow I've caused.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche.</span> [<i>Smiles sadly and shakes her head; +the smile dies away.</i>] Life to me then was like a +glorious staircase, and I mounted happy step after +step led by your hand till everything <i>seemed</i> to +culminate on the day of our wedding. You men +don't, <i>can't</i> realize, what that service means to a +girl. In those few moments she parts from all +that have cherished her, made her life, and gives +her whole self, her love, her body, and even her +soul sometimes—for love often overwhelms us +women—to <i>the</i> man who, she believes, wants, +<i>starves</i>, for her gifts. All that a woman who +marries for love feels at the altar I tell you a <i>man</i> +can't understand! You treated this gift of mine, +Dick, like a child does a Santa Claus plaything—for +a while you were never happy away from it, +then you grew accustomed to it, then you broke +it, and now you have even lost the broken pieces!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Comes to her, growing more and more +determined.</i>] I will <i>find</i> them, and put them +together again.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Again smiles sadly and shakes her +head.</i>] First we made of <i>every Tuesday</i> a festival—our +wedding anniversary. After a while we kept +the twenty-eighth of <i>every month</i>! The second +year you were satisfied with the twenty-eighth of +April only, and last year you forgot the day altogether. +And yet what a happy first year it was!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Ah, you see I <i>did</i> make you happy +once!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Blessedly happy! Our long silences +in those days were not broken by an oath and a +fling out of the room. Oh, the happiness it means +to a wife to see it is hard for her husband to leave +her in the morning, and to be taken so quickly—even +roughly—into his arms at night that she +knows he has been longing to come back to her. +Nothing grew tame that first year. And at its end I +climbed to the highest step I had reached yet, when +you leaned over my bed and cried big man's tears, +the first I'd ever seen you cry, and kissed me first, +and then little Richard lying on my warm arm, and +said, "God bless you, little mother." [<i>There is a +pause.</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>cries softly a moment.</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> +<i>is silent, ashamed. Again she turns upon him, rousing +herself, but with a voice broken with emotion.</i>] And what a <i>bad</i> father you've been to that boy!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I didn't mean to! That's done, that's +past, but Richard's my boy. I'll make him proud +of me, somehow! I'll win your love back—you'll +see!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>is about to speak in remonstrance, but +stops because of the entrance of</i> <span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. +<i>He brings a small chemist's box of tablets in +an envelope and a glass of water on a small silver +tray.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. Your medicine, sir.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He puts it on the table and goes out Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Thank you, thank you!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He takes the box of tablets out of the envelope.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Going to him.</i>] <i>You don't realize</i> +why I've told you all this!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Counting out the tablets.</i>] One, two. +To give me hope! To give me hope!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He empties the other ten tablets into the envelope, +twists it up, and throws it in the fireplace.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. No, no, just the opposite!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Then you've defeated your end, +dear; you will stay here with me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Trying to make him realize the +exact position.</i>] Opposite you at the table, receiving +our friends, keeping up appearances, yes—but +nearer to you than that? No! Never!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. But you <i>will</i> stay?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Leonard</span> <i>enters from Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. Miss Godesby, Mr. Warden.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>They enter.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>All greet each other.</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>nods stiffly to</i> +<span class="smcap">Sterling</span>, <i>barely acknowledging his greeting.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>, <i>purposely speaking +with good-humored raillery to relieve the tension +of the situation.</i>] Well, you're a nice lot, aren't you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I'm so ashamed! I'm so ashamed!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Oh, never mind that now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. I have no words to thank you with.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Oh, that's all right. The +truth is, I've made Warden bring me here, Sterling, +for a bit of business. I had an emotional moment +yesterday and went off my head a bit. I stand +by what I said as to keeping quiet, but—well, +I'm like any other old maid who hates dust on +her mantelpiece—I'm fidgety not to make some +sort of a bluff at putting this thing on a business +basis.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Excuse me, Miss Godesby, I think +Sterling ought to know the truth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. <i>Now</i> what?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Well, the truth is, my fool of a +brother has kicked up an infernal row, and refuses +to hold his tongue.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Then I'm ruined after all!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Wait, I've left him with Mr. +Mason. I feel certain I can assure his silence +if I can only show him some sort of an agreement +to pay, an acknowledgment of the—the—affair, +signed and sealed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Signed by whom?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Your husband and yourself +will do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. But both names are worthless.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Not as a point of honor.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Ah! no, not my wife's.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Nor yours to me. Come along!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She goes to the table with</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>, <i>and +unfolding a paper gives it to him. He +signs it.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Aside to</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>, <i>apologizing for +his presence.</i>] She made me come—she wouldn't +come alone; otherwise I should have waited till +you sent for me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. It's as well—I've decided. Oh, +I wonder if I'm doing wrong.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Looking him straight in the face.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Looking back searchingly in hers +to read the truth, but believing that she will certainly +leave her husband.</i>] No, <i>you</i> can't do wrong! +But I must warn you of one thing—I'm not any +longer the controlled man I was.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Come along now, Mrs. Sterling, +brace up and give me your name, and Warden, +witness, please. [<i>They do so.</i>] Of course, my +dears, I know perfectly well that legally this isn't +worth the paper it's written on. [<i>Exchanging a +serious and meaning look with</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span>.] But my +idiot of a brother won't realize that, which is the +point. One thing more—will you both dine with +me next week, Thursday? [<i>There is an embarrassed +pause, which, with quick intuition, she understands.</i>] +Yes, you <i>will</i>—for <i>silence</i> gives consent! [<i>Laughing.</i>] +Now, that's settled!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. What an awfully good sort you are!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. Thanks, not always—I've +been a mucker more than once in my life! I must +go [<i>Shaking hands with</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>.] and relieve +Mr. Mason of my brother, or he'll be accusing me +of inhuman treatment; more than one consecutive +hour of my brother ought to be prevented by the +police.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. You are very, <i>very</i> good.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. I think if you and I can get +well over this, we'll be real friends, and I haven't +many, have you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Takes her hand.</i>] You can count +upon me and my boy so long as we live.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She impulsively but tenderly kisses her.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>is very much surprised, but +moved.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. [<i>Half laughing, half crying, and +pulling her veil down to hide her emotion.</i>] By +George! I haven't been kissed by a woman for +years! Good-by.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>starts to go out with</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span>. +<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>stops him.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Wait one moment—I want to speak +alone to Miss Godesby.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Miss Godesby</span> <i>goes out Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Aside to</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>.] You tell him; +I cannot. Tell him the <i>truth</i>.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She goes out after</i> <span class="smcap">Miss Godesby.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Dick.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Ned?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. I have nothing to say to you, Sterling.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>looks away and whistles a tune to +show his unwillingness to listen.</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> +<i>speaks clearly so</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>shall hear.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I have a message for you from my +wife. [<i>There is a second's pause.</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>stops +whistling and turns and looks at</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>.] She +asks me to explain—to tell—to tell you a +decision she has come to.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>There is another pause.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Yes?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Anxious, at a supreme tension, and now a little +alarmed as to the decision.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. She has decided not to leave my house.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Adds.</i>] <i>Yet!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. <i>Ever!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Losing his control.</i>] That's a lie!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I couldn't believe it, either, when she +told me. It was her first word to me to-day. I +said, "You are going to divorce me," and she +answered, "No."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. She's sacrificing herself for some +reason—her boy!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Never mind, she won't leave me; +I have her promise, and I'll win back her love!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. You fool! You can't win her back! +She would never have loved me if you hadn't +disillusioned, <i>dishonored</i> her! I'm not worthy of +her, but I'll never dishonor her, and, please God, +never disappoint her, and so I'll keep her love.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Well, as to that, she decides to stay, +leaving love out of the question.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. And you'll accept that sacrifice! +You don't even <i>love</i> her. You're only thinking +of <i>yourself</i> now. Love, real love, forgets itself. +You, after having spoilt half her life, are willing +to spoil the rest, for <i>your own sake</i>!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. No, for the boy's sake, and her +sake—to save a scandal—the world—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Interrupted.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Beside himself.</i>] Oh, damn the world! +It's <i>heaven</i> and <i>hell</i> you'd better think of. <i>Scandal!</i> +It couldn't harm <i>her</i>, and the hurt it would do you +is a small price to pay. Those whom <i>God</i> has +joined—yes! but it was the devil bound her to +you!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Here! I've had enough! Look +out!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Moves toward him.</i>] <i>You</i> look out—you +shan't rob her of her happiness. You—a +drunkard! A forger! A thief!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. <i>I'd keep her now if only to spite you!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Hah! There spoke the true man in +you! Would to heaven the old days of duelling +were back!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. A brave wish, as you know they're +not!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. They fight in other countries still +for their love and honor, and I'm ready here, now, +if you are, with any weapons you choose!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>sneers.</i>]</p> + +<p>Sneer! But will you fight? We'll find a place, +and something to fight with, or fists if you'd +rather! You wouldn't kill me before I'd got +you out of her way for good. Will you fight?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Coming closer to him.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. No!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Getting more and more enraged.</i>] +If <i>you lose, you go away</i>, and set her free of your +own will!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. <i>No!</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Losing entirely his self-control.</i>] +What do you want to <i>make</i> you fight—will that?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He gives him a stinging blow in the face.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Yes!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He springs toward</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>as</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Mason</span> <i>enter Left. The two men stand rigid</i>, +<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>breathing heavily.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. Blanche, may I bring in—where's +Blanche?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I don't know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Good morning, gentlemen.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>There is no response.</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>is with great +difficulty restraining himself. His lips are +compressed lightly and his hands clenched.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. What's the trouble?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I have just told Warden my wife's +decision not to leave me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>Showing her relief and satisfaction +in her face, turns to</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span>.] You won't try to +shake that resolve?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Unable to control himself.</i>] But I +will! I <i>will</i>—I tell you all! I hardly know what +I say or do! But look out for me, I'm desperate! +I'm a torrent that's only let loose since yesterday, +and now all of a sudden you try to stop me! But +it's too late; I've got my impetus; the repressed +passion of years is behind me; nothing can stop +me—and God keep me from doing the wrong +thing! I am determined to clear him out of the +way of the happiness of the woman I love. [<i>To</i> +<span class="smcap">Ruth</span>.] Do you mean to say you approve of her +decision? [<span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>turns her head; he turns to</i> +<span class="smcap">Mason</span>.] Do <i>you</i>?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span>, <i>holding out his hand.</i>] +You will stand by me, Aunt Ruth, and together +we—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>Interrupting and refusing his hand.</i>] +Oh, no.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Don't you think I can win her love +back?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Won't you help me try?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. No. It would be useless.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Come with me to Blanche; I must +speak with her.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span> <i>go out Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. [<i>Alone with</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>.] Go away +and make your wife understand you are never +coming back.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. But the loneliness, the misery, away—alone.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Kill them with hard work; <i>you have +other heavy debts</i>, you know. I came to see you +about this business of your acknowledgments to +Miss Godesby and Miss Hunter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Later, later. To-morrow I will +decide—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He motions him away.</i> <span class="smcap">Mason</span> <i>goes to him and +puts his hand on his shoulder.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mason</span>. Decide well—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He hesitates a moment and then goes out Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Watching him go.</i>] There's not +one soul in this world who cares for me, and it's +my <i>own fault</i>. [<span class="smcap">Richard</span> <i>is heard upstairs again +singing "Once in Royal David's City.</i>" <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> +<i>lifts his head and listens.</i>] Yes, one little soul +loves me, and it would be better for him, too, if I +went away. I'll go to sleep and see how I feel +about it when I wake up. [<i>He moves the glass of +water and takes out the box of tablets. He starts +suddenly, but very slightly, and his muscles tighten.</i>]</p> + +<p>After all, why not end it all <i>now</i>, at once, without +any more bother? [<i>He looks in the box, and glances +up questioningly; then he remembers the fireplace +where he threw the other tablets and looks across the +room at the logs. He rises, goes over, and sees in the +fireplace the twisted envelope which holds the other +tablets. He bends over to pick it up; he stops +short.</i>] No! Why shouldn't I try it, anyway? +She, herself, gives me the chance! [<i>He rings the +electric bell, and walking away from the fireplace, +takes up with a trembling hand the papers left by</i> +<span class="smcap">Mason</span>; <i>he wipes the damp from his forehead with +his handkerchief. To</i> <span class="smcap">Jordan</span>, <i>who enters Left.</i>] +Light the fire quickly; I feel cold.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He sinks into the arm-chair, weak from the +mental strain.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. It's very warm in the house, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Do as I tell you—light the fire.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. [<i>Looking for matches on the mantel, +finds the box empty.</i>] There are no matches, sir; +I must get one.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. No, don't go—here—here—</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He gives him a match from his own box.</i> +<span class="smcap">Leonard</span> <i>notices the trembling hand and suppressed +excitement of</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>, <i>and involuntarily +glances up, but quickly looks back to his +work and strikes a match. The match goes out.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. I shall need another match, please, +sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>With one in his fingers taken from +his match-box, he alters his mind.</i>] I have no more. +[<i>He puts away his match-box.</i>] Never mind the +fire; get me a pint bottle of champagne.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. [<i>With a surreptitious side glance of +curiosity.</i>] Very well, sir.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He goes out Left.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. That was funny; that was very +funny! I wonder if it was accident, or if there's +such a thing as fatality. [<i>He goes to the fireplace +and picks up the twisted envelope.</i>] If not now—perhaps +some other time—who knows? [<i>He +thrusts the envelope in his vest pocket, and takes up +the papers again from the table to look over them.</i>] +I can't read these things! [<i>Throwing them down.</i>] +The words mean nothing to me!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>There is the sound outside of a cork being drawn.</i> +<span class="smcap">Leonard</span> <i>enters with the champagne and a +glass and places them beside</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. Shall I light the fire now, sir?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. No, never mind now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Leonard</span>. Yes, sir.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He goes out Left.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Sterling</span> <i>half fills the glass with champagne. +He takes out the box of tablets and counts +aloud.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. One, two, three, four—[<i>He puts +all in the glass, dropping them as he counts. He +hesitates, then quickly drops in two more and drinks +quickly. The glass is empty. He sits by the table +thinking a moment, then lakes a piece of paper +and makes ready his stylographic pen.</i>] Let me see; +can I make it seem accidental; it would be so +much less bother and trouble for them! [<i>He +thinks a second, then writes.</i>] "I have accidentally +taken an overdose of my sleeping draught. I have +tried to call some one, but it's no use. I ask only +one thing, that you forget all my sins, wipe out +their memory with my name. I want my boy to +change his name, too." [<i>He hesitates a moment, +and then scratches that sentence heavily out.</i>] No, +I won't say that. [<i>He waits a moment.</i>] God in +heaven, what wouldn't I give for one friendly +word just now! Some one to sort of say <i>good-by</i> +to me—take my hand—even a <i>servant</i>!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He looks about him, showing signs of drowsiness. +The door Right bursts open.</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> +<i>quickly hides the letter in his inside pocket as</i> +<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>comes in.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. My hat! Where's my hat!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He looks about for it.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. [<i>Quietly.</i>] Ned?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. My hat, I say! Where's my hat?</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Looking.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Ned!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Something in his voice arrests</i> <span class="smcap">Warden's</span> +<i>attention.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. What? [<i>He looks at him.</i>] What's +the matter—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Nothing—I'm half asleep, that's +all—the reaction—I'm worn out and I've changed +my mind—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. How do you mean?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I'm going away for good—that's +the best I can do; I want you to forgive me—<i>could</i> +you? What do you say? Forgive me for everything! +For the sake of the old schoolboy days—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. When are you going?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. To-day. Will you say good-by to +me and wish me well on my journey?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Speaks without sympathy.</i>] You can +count on me always to help you in any way I can. +You can still retrieve a good deal if you're strong +enough.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. I know what a beastly friend I've +been, and yesterday was more than any man would +stand, but forgive that, too, will you? I've always +been a bad lot!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Goes to him and speaks, with the +sympathy of a man for a child coming into his voice.</i>] +No, a weak lot; that's been your ruin, Dickie. +I'll see you again before you go.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. No, I'm going to sleep as long as I +can now, and I don't want any one to wake me +up; but when I do wake, I shall have other things +to do. This is good-by.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Well, good luck! [<i>He starts to go. +The two men look at each other, and finally</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span> +<i>gets the courage to hold out his hand.</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span> +<i>hesitates a moment, then shakes it.</i>] Good luck!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>He goes out Left.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Sterling</span>, <i>who has been growing more and more +drowsy, as soon as he is alone, goes with difficulty +to the door and locks it. He is so drowsy +that he leans against the door for a moment; then +he starts to go back to the table, but is unable to +get there and sinks on the sofa half way between +the table and the door. His eyes close, but +suddenly he starts violently and tries to rise, +but cannot, crying out faintly.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sterling</span>. Good God—the money! I forgot +the money—who'll pay my debts? Ah, this is a +fitting climax for my life—the weakest, dirtiest +thing I've done—[<i>He gets the letter from his +pocket and holds it in his hand; the light of the +afternoon grows slowly dim, like his fading sight +and senses. He murmurs twice in a faint, drowsy +voice.</i>] Coward! Coward!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span>, <i>in the hall outside Right, calls his +name.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Dick!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Sterling's</span> <i>body relaxes and sets. The letter +drops from his lifeless hands.</i></p> + +<p class="direction">[<span class="smcap">Blanche</span> <i>enters with</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span>, <i>followed by</i> +<span class="smcap">Richard</span>, <i>who rides a stick with a horse's +head and wears a soldier's cap.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Richard</span>. Merry Christmas, father!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Going toward the sofa.</i>] Dick!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Richard</span>. Merry Christmas, father!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Sh! Father's asleep.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>They steal back toward the other door when</i> +<span class="smcap">Warden</span> <i>enters Right.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Oh, you are here! I went down into +the drawing-room where I left you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Sh!</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She points to</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>, <i>who lies apparently +asleep. They speak in lowered voices.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. Yes, I have a message for you +from him.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>Looking at</i> <span class="smcap">Richard</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ruth</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ruth</span>. [<i>Who understands.</i>] Come, Richard, I +haven't seen your tree yet.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She goes out Right with</i> <span class="smcap">Richard</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Blanche</span>.] Give me your hand.</p> + +<p class="direction">[<i>She does so wonderingly.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. [<i>Softly, with a man's tenderness in +his voice.</i>] He is going away for good.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. Away?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. For good.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Blanche</span>. [<i>Slowly, withdrawing her hand.</i>] +For good? [<i>She looks over toward</i> <span class="smcap">Sterling</span>, <i>and +then back to</i> <span class="smcap">Warden</span>.] What does he mean?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Warden</span>. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Climbers + A Play in Four Acts + +Author: Clyde Fitch + +Release Date: September 3, 2005 [EBook #16635] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CLIMBERS *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Melissa Er-Raqabi and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net. +Produced from images provided by Kentuckiana Digital +Archive. + + + + + +THE CLIMBERS +A PLAY IN FOUR ACTS + +By +CLYDE FITCH + + + + +NEW YORK +SAMUEL FRENCH +PUBLISHER +25 WEST 45th STREET + +LONDON +SAMUEL FRENCH, LTD. +26 SOUTHAMPTON ST. +STRAND + + +Reprinted by permission of Little, Brown & Co. + + + + +COPYRIGHT, 1905, +BY LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY. +ALL RIGHTS RESERVED + + +This play is fully protected by the copyright law, all requirements of +which have been complied with. In its present printed form it is +dedicated to the reading public only, and no performance of it, either +professional or amateur, may be given without the written permission of +the owner of the acting rights, who may be addressed in care of the +publishers, Little, Brown, and Company. + + + + +TO +CHARLES T. MATHEWS + +IN GRATEFUL RECOGNITION OF HIS +TRUE FRIENDSHIP AND LOYAL ENTHUSIASM +FROM THE BEGINNING + +C.F. + + + + +[Transcriber's Note: One character is listed as Dr. Steinart in the List +of Characters, but Dr. Steinhart in the body of the play.] + + + + +_THE CLIMBERS_ + + +ACT I. IN LATE WINTER. + _At the Hunters'._ + +ACT II. THE FOLLOWING CHRISTMAS EVE. + _At the Sterlings'._ + +ACT III. CHRISTMAS DAY. + _At the Hermitage, by the Bronx River._ + +ACT IV. THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. + _At the Sterlings'._ + + +NEW YORK: TO-DAY + + + + +_THE PEOPLE IN THE PLAY_ + + +RICHARD STERLING. EDWARD WARDEN. FREDERICK MASON. JOHNNY TROTTER. +GODESBY. DR. STEINART. RYDER. SERVANT _at the Hermitage._ JORDAN. +_Butler at the Sterlings'._ LEONARD. _Footman at the Sterlings'._ MASTER +STERLING. SERVANTS. + +MRS. STERLING (_nee Blanche Hunter_). MISS HUNTER. MRS. HUNTER. JESSICA +HUNTER. CLARA HUNTER. MISS GODESBY. MISS SILLERTON. TOMPSON. _Mrs. +Hunter's Maid._ MARIE. _Clara Hunter's Maid._ + + + + +Originally produced at the Bijou Theatre, New York, January 21, 1901, +with the following cast:-- + +Richard Sterling Mr. Frank Worthing +Edward Warden Mr. Robert Edeson +Frederick Mason Mr. John Flood +Johnny Trotter Mr. Ferdinand Gottschalk +Dr. Steinart Mr. George C. Boniface +Godesby Mr. J.B. Sturges +Ryder Mr. Kinard +Servant at the Hermitage Mr. Henry Warwick +Jordan } Servants { Mr. Edward Moreland +Leonard } at the { Mr. Henry Stokes +A Footman } Hunters' { Mr. Frederick Wallace +Richard Sterling, Jr. Master Harry Wright + +Mrs. Hunter Mrs. Madge Carr Cook +Mrs. Sterling (_nee_ Blanche Hunter) Miss Amelia Bingham +Jessica Hunter Miss Maud Monroe +Clara Hunter Miss Minnie Dupree +Miss Hunter Miss Annie Irish +Miss Godesby Miss Clara Bloodgood +Miss Sillerton Miss Ysobel Haskins +Tompson } Maids at { Miss Lillian Eldredge +Marie } the Hunters' { Miss Florence Lloyd + + + + +Produced at the Comedy Theatre, London, September 5, 1903, with the +following cast:-- + +Richard Sterling Mr. Sydney Valentine +Edward Warden Mr. Reeves-Smith +Frederick Mason Mr. J.L. Mackay +Johnny Trotter Mr. G.M. Graham +Godesby Mr. Horace Pollock +Dr. Steinart Mr. Howard Sturges +Master Sterling Miss Maidie Andrews +Ryder Mr. Henry Howard +Jordan Mr. Elgar B. Payne +Leonard Mr. Littledale Power +Footman Mr. Rivers Bertram +Servant Mr. George Aubrey + +Mrs. Sterling Miss Lily Hanbury +Miss Hunter Miss Kate Tyndall +Mrs. Hunter Miss Lottie Venne +Jessica Hunter Miss Alma Mara +Clara Hunter Mrs. Mouillot +Miss Sillerton Miss Florence Sinclair +Tompson Miss L. Crauford +Marie Miss Armstrong +Miss Godesby Miss Fannie Ward + + + + +ACT I + + +_A drawing-room at the Hunters', handsomely and artistically furnished. +The woodwork and furniture are in the period of Louis XVI. The walls and +furniture are covered with yellow brocade, and the curtains are of the +same golden material. At the back are two large windows which give out +on Fifth Avenue, opposite the Park, the trees of which are seen across +the way. At Left is a double doorway, leading into the hall. At Right, +opposite, is a door which leads to other rooms, and thence to other +parts of the house. In the centre, at back, between the two windows, is +the fireplace; on the mantel are two vases and a clock in dark blue +ormolu. There is a white and gold piano on the Right side of the room. +The room suggests much wealth, and that it has been done by a +professional decorator; the personal note of taste is lacking._ + +_It is four o'clock in the afternoon. The shades of the windows are +drawn down. There are rows and rows of camp-chairs filling the entire +room._ + +_The curtain rises slowly. After a moment,_ JORDAN, _the butler, and_ +LEONARD, _a footman, enter from the Left and begin to gather together +and carry out the camp-chairs. They do this with very serious faces, and +take great pains to step softly and to make no noise. They enter a +second time for more chairs._ + + +JORDAN. [_Whispers to_ LEONARD.] When are they coming for the chairs? + +LEONARD. [_Whispers back._] To-night. Say, it was fine, wasn't it! + +JORDAN. Grand! + +[_They go out with the chairs and immediately reenter for more. They are +followed in this time by a lady's maid,_ TOMPSON; _she is not a young +woman. As she crosses the room she stoops and picks up a faded flower +which has fallen from some emblem. She goes to the window at Right, and +peeps out. She turns around and looks at the others. They all speak in +subdued voices._ + +TOMPSON. Jordan, what do you think--can we raise the shades now? + +JORDAN. Yes, of course--after they've left the house it's all over as +far as we here are concerned. + +[_She raises both shades._ + +TOMPSON. Phew! what an odor of flowers! + +[_She opens one of the windows a little._ + +[MARIE, _a young, pretty, French woman, enters from the Right._ + +MARIE. Will I help you? + +TOMPSON. Just with this table, thank you, Marie. [_They begin to +rearrange the room, putting it in its normal condition. They replace the +table and put back the ornaments upon it._] Poor Mr. Hunter, and him so +fond of mince pie. I shall never forget how that man ate mince pie. + +[_She sighs lugubriously and continues her labor with the room._ + +LEONARD. I hope as how it's not going to make any difference with us. + +JORDAN. [_Pompously._] Of course not; wasn't Mr. Hunter a millionnaire? + +TOMPSON. Some millionnaires I've known turned out poor as Job's turkey +in their coffins! + +MARIE. What you say? You tink we shall 'ave some of madame's or ze young +ladies' dresses? + +TOMPSON. [_Hopefully._] Perhaps. + +MARIE. I 'ave already made my choice. I like ze pale pink of Mees +Jessie. + +LEONARD. Sh! I heard a carridge. + +TOMPSON. Then they're coming back. + +[MARIE _quickly goes out Right._ + +JORDAN. [_To_ LEONARD, _hurriedly, as he quickly goes out Left._] Take +them last two chairs! + +[LEONARD, _with the chairs, follows_ JORDAN _out Left._ TOMPSON _hastily +puts back a last arm-chair to its usual position in the room and goes +out Right._ MRS. HUNTER _enters Left, followed by her three daughters_, +BLANCHE, JESSICA, _and_ CLARA, _and_ MASTER STERLING, _who is a small, +attractive child, five years of age. All are in the deepest conventional +mourning,_ MRS. HUNTER _in widow's weeds and_ CLARA _with a heavy, black +chiffon veil; the_ BOY _is also dressed in conventional mourning. As +soon as they enter, all four women lift their veils._ MRS. HUNTER _is a +well-preserved woman, with a pretty, rather foolish, and somewhat +querulous face. Her figure is the latest mode._ BLANCHE STERLING, _her +oldest daughter, is her antithesis,--a handsome, dignified woman, young, +sincere, and showing, in her attitude to the others and in her own point +of view, the warmth of a true, evenly-balanced nature._ JESSICA _is a +typical second child,--nice, good, self-effacing, sympathetic, +unspoiled._ CLARA _is her opposite,--spoiled, petulant, pretty, pert, +and selfish._ + +MRS. HUNTER. [_With a long sigh._] Oh, I am so glad to be back home and +the whole thing over without a hitch! + +[_She sinks with a great sigh of relief into a big chair._ + +BLANCHE. [_Takes her son to_ MRS. HUNTER.] Kiss grandmother good-by, and +then Leonard will take you home. + +MRS. HUNTER. Good-by, dear. Be a good boy. Don't eat too much candy. + +[_Kisses him carelessly._ + +MASTER STERLING. Good-by. [_Runs towards the door Left, shouting +happily._] Leonard! Leonard! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Tearfully._] My dears, it was a great success! Everybody +was there! + +[_The three younger women stand and look about the room, as if it were +strange to them--as if it were empty. There is a moment's silence._ + +BLANCHE. [_Tenderly._] Mother, why don't you take off your bonnet? + +MRS. HUNTER. Take it off for me; it _will_ be a great relief. + +BLANCHE. Help me, Jess. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Irritably._] Yes, _do_ something, Jessie. You've +mortified me terribly to-day! That child hasn't shed a tear. People'll +think you didn't love your father. [_The two are taking off_ MRS. +HUNTER'S _bonnet._ MRS. HUNTER _waits for an answer from_ JESSICA; _none +comes._] I never saw any one so heartless! [_Tearful again._] And her +father adored her. _She_ was one of the things we quarrelled _most_ +about! + +[_Over_ MRS. HUNTER'S _head_ BLANCHE _exchanges a sympathetic look with_ +JESSICA _to show she understands._ + +CLARA. I'm sure _I've_ cried enough. I've cried buckets. + +[_She goes to_ MRS. HUNTER _as_ BLANCHE _and_ JESSICA _take away the +bonnet and veil and put them on the piano._ + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Kissing Clara._] Yes, dear, you are your mother's own +child. And _you_ lose the most by it, too. + +[_Leaning against the side of her mother's chair, with one arm about her +mother._ + +CLARA. Yes, indeed, instead of coming out next month, and having a +perfectly lovely winter, I'll have to mope the whole season, and, if I +don't look out, be a wallflower without ever having been a bud! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Half amused but feeling_ CLARA'S _remark is perhaps not +quite the right thing._] Sh-- + +[_During_ CLARA'S _speech above,_ BLANCHE _has taken_ JESSICA _in her +arms a moment and kissed her tenderly, slowly. They rejoin_ MRS. HUNTER, +BLANCHE _wiping her eyes,_ JESSICA _still tearless._ + +CLARA. And think of all the clothes we brought home from Paris last +month! + +MRS. HUNTER. My dear, don't think of clothes--think of your poor father! +That street dress of mine will dye very well, and we'll give the rest to +your aunt and cousins. + +BLANCHE. Mother, don't you want to go upstairs? + +JESSICA. [_Sincerely moved._] Yes, I hate this room now. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Rising._] Hate this room! When we've just had it done! +Louis Kinge! + +BLANCHE. Louis _Quinze_, dear! She means the associations now, mother. + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, yes, but that's weak and foolish, Jessie. No, +Blanche--[_Sitting again._]--I'm too exhausted to move. Ring for tea. + +[BLANCHE _rings the bell beside the mantel._ + +CLARA. [_Crossing to piano, forgets and starts to play a music-hall +song, but_ MRS. HUNTER _stops her._] Oh, yes, tea! I'm starved! + +MRS. HUNTER. Clara, darling! As if you could be hungry at such a time! + +[JORDAN _enters Left._ + +BLANCHE. Tea, Jordan. + +JORDAN. Yes, madam. + +[_He goes out Left._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Girls, everybody in town was there! I'm sure even your +father himself couldn't have complained. + +BLANCHE. Mother! + +MRS. HUNTER. Well, you know he always found fault with my _parties_ +being too mixed. He wouldn't realize I couldn't throw over all my old +set when I married into his,--not that I ever acknowledged I was your +father's inferior. I consider my family was just as good as his, only we +were _Presbyterians_! + +BLANCHE. Mother, dear, take off your gloves. + +MRS. HUNTER. I thought I had. [_Crying._] I'm so heartbroken I don't +know what I'm doing. + +[_Taking off her gloves._ + +[BLANCHE _and_ CLARA _comfort their mother._ + +JESSICA. Here's the tea-- + +[JORDAN _and_ LEONARD _enter with large, silver tray, with tea, cups, +and thin bread-and-butter sandwiches. They place them on small tea-table +which_ JESSICA _arranges for them._ + +MRS. HUNTER. I'm afraid I can't touch it. + +[_Taking her place behind tea-table and biting eagerly into a sandwich._ + +JESSICA. [_Dryly._] Try. + +[BLANCHE _pours tea for them all, which they take in turn._ + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Eating._] One thing I was furious about,--did you see the +Witherspoons _here_ at the house? + +CLARA. _I_ did. + +MRS. HUNTER. The idea! When I've never called on them. They are the +worst social pushers I've ever known. + +[_She takes another sandwich._ + +CLARA. Trying to make people think they are on our visiting list! Using +even a funeral to get in! + +MRS. HUNTER. But I _was_ glad the Worthings were here, and I thought it +_sweet_ of old Mr. Dormer to go even to the cemetery. [_Voice breaks a +little._] He never goes to balls any more, and, they say, catches cold +at the slightest change of temperature. + +[_She takes a third sandwich._ + +BLANCHE. A great many people loved father. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Irritably._] They ought to've. It was really foolish the +way he was always doing something for somebody! How good these +sandwiches are! [_Spoken very plaintively._ + +JESSICA. Shall we have to economize now, mother? + +MRS. HUNTER. Of course not; how dare you suggest such an injustice to +your _father_, and _before_ the flowers are withered on his grave! + +[_Again becoming tearful._ + +[JORDAN _enters Left with a small silver tray, heaping full of letters._ + +Has the new writing paper come? + +BLANCHE. [_Who takes the letters and looks through them, giving some to +her mother._] Yes. + +[BLANCHE _reads a letter, and passes it to_ JESSICA. + +MRS. HUNTER. Is the black border broad enough? They said it was the +thing. + +CLARA. If you had it any broader, you'd have to get white ink to write +with! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Sweetly._] Don't be impertinent, darling! + +[_Reading another letter._ + +[_Enter_ MISS RUTH HUNTER. _She is an unmarried woman between thirty and +forty years of age, handsome, distinguished; an aristocrat, without any +pretensions; simple, unaffected, and direct in her effort to do +kindnesses where they are not absolutely undeserved. She enters the room +as if she carried with her an atmosphere of pure ozone. This affects all +those in it. She is dressed in deep mourning and wears a thick chiffon +veil, which she removes as she enters._ + +RUTH. Oh! you're having tea! + +[_Glad that they are._ + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Taking a second cup._] I thought the children _ought_ to. + +RUTH. Of course they ought and so ought you, if you haven't. + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, I've _trifled_ with something. + +JESSICA. Sit here, Aunt Ruth. + +BLANCHE. Will you have a cup, Aunt Ruth? + +RUTH. Yes, dear, I'm feeling _very_ hungry. + +[_Sitting on the sofa beside_ JESSICA _and pressing her hand as she does +so._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Hungry! _How can you!_ + +RUTH. Because I'm not a _hypocrite_! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Whimpering._] I suppose that's a slur at me! + +RUTH. If the slipper fits! But I confess I haven't eaten much for +several days; I couldn't touch anything this morning, and I begin to +feel exhausted; I must have food and, thank Heaven, I want it. Thank +you. + +[_To_ BLANCHE, _taking the cup from her._ + +MRS. HUNTER. I think it's awful, Ruth, and I feel I have a right to say +it--I think you owed it to my feelings to have worn a long veil; people +will think you didn't love your brother. + +RUTH. [_Dryly._] Will they? Let them! You know as well as I do that +George loathed the very idea of crepe and all display of mourning. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Feeling out of her element, changes the subject._] You +stayed behind? + +RUTH. Yes. I wanted to be the last there. [_Her voice chokes; she tries +to control herself._] Ah! you see my nerves are all gone to pieces. I +_won't_ cry any more! + +MRS. HUNTER. I don't see how you could bear it--staying; but you never +had any heart, Ruth. + +RUTH. [_Mechanically, biting her lips hard to keep the tears back._] +Haven't I? + +MRS. HUNTER. My darling husband always felt that defect in you. + +RUTH. George? + +MRS. HUNTER. He resented your treatment of me, and often said so. + +RUTH. [_Very quietly, but with determination._] Please be careful. Don't +talk to me like this about my brother, Florence--or you'll make me say +something I shall be sorry for. + +MRS. HUNTER. I don't care! It wore on him, the way you treated me. I put +up with it for his sake, but it helped undermine his health. + +RUTH. Florence, stop! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_In foolish anger, the resentment of years bursting out._] +I _won't_ stop! I'm alone now, and the least you can do is to see that +people who've fought shy of me take me up and give me my due. You've +been a cruel, selfish sister-in-law, and your own brother saw and hated +you for it! + +BLANCHE. _Mother!_ + +RUTH. [_Outraged._] Send your daughters out of the room; I wish to +answer you alone. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Frightened._] No! what you have to say to me I prefer my +children to hear! + +[CLARA _comes over to her mother and puts her arm about her._ + +RUTH. I can't remain quiet any longer. George--[_She almost breaks down, +but she controls herself._] This funeral is enough, with its show and +worldliness! I don't believe there was a soul in the church you didn't +see! Look at your handkerchief! Real grief isn't measured by the width +of a black border. I'm ashamed of you, Florence! I never liked you very +much, although I tried to for your husband's sake, but now I'm even more +ashamed of you. My dear brother is gone, and there need be no further +bond between us, but I want you to understand the true reason why, from +to-day, I keep away from you. This funeral was revolting to me!--a show +spectacle, a social function, and for _him_ who you know _hated_ the +very thing. [_She stops a moment to control her tears and her anger._] I +saw the reporters there, and I heard your message to them, and I +contradicted it. I begged them not to use your information, and they +were gentlemen and promised me not to. You are, and always have been, a +silly, frivolous woman. I don't doubt you loved your husband as much as +you could any man, but it wasn't enough for me; he was worth being +adored by the best and noblest woman in the world. I've stood by all +these years, trying with my love and silent sympathy to be some comfort +to him--but I saw the disappointment and disillusionment eat away the +very _hope_ of happiness out of his heart. I tried to help him by +helping you in your foolish ambitions, doing what I could to give my +brother's wife the social position _his name_ entitled her to! + +MRS. HUNTER. That's not true; I've had to fight it out all alone! + +RUTH. It was not my fault if my best friends found you intolerable; _I_ +couldn't blame them. Well, now it's over! George is at rest, please God. +You are a rich woman to do what you please. Go, and do it! and Heaven +forgive you for ruining my brother's life! I'm sorry to have said all +this before your children. Blanche, you know how dearly I love you, and +I hope you have forgiven me by now for my opposition to your marriage. + +BLANCHE. Of course I've forgiven you, but you were always unjust to +Dick. + +RUTH. Yes; I didn't like your husband then, and I didn't believe in him, +but I like him better now. And I am going to put all my affairs in his +hands. I couldn't show--surely--a better proof of confidence and liking +than that: to trust him as I did--your father. I hope I shall see much +of you and Jessica. As for you, Clara, I must be honest-- + +CLARA. [_Interrupting her._] Oh, I know you've always hated me! The +presents you gave the other girls were always twice as nice as I got! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Sympathetically._] Come here, darling. + +[CLARA _goes and puts her arms about her mother's neck._ + +RUTH. You are your mother's own child, Clara, and I never could pretend +anything I didn't feel. [_She turns to_ BLANCHE _and_ JESSICA, _who +stand side by side._] You two are all I have left in the world of my +brother. [_She kisses them, and lets the tears come, this time without +struggling._] Take pity on your old-maid aunt and come and see me, won't +you, _often_--[_Trying to smile away her tears._] And now good-by! + +JESSICA AND RUTH. [_Taking her hands._] Good-by. + +[RUTH _looks about the room to say good-by to it; she cries and +hurriedly begins pulling down her veil, and starts to go out as_ JORDAN +_enters Left and announces "Mr. Mason!"_ + +[MRS. HUNTER _fluffs her hair a little and hopes she looks becoming._ + +[MASON _is a typical New Yorker, well built, well preserved, dignified, +and good-looking,--a solid man in every sense of the word._ + +MASON. [_Meeting_ RUTH, _shakes hands with her._] Miss Hunter. + +RUTH. I am just going, Mr. Mason. + +MASON. You must stay. I sent word to your house this morning to meet me +here. + +[_Shakes hands with the others._ + +RUTH. I was here all night. + +MRS. HUNTER. Will you have some tea? The children were hungry. + +MASON. No, thank you. [_To_ BLANCHE.] Isn't your husband here? + +[JORDAN, _at a signal from_ MRS. HUNTER, _removes the tea things._ + +BLANCHE. No, he left us at the door when we came back. + +MASON. Didn't he get a letter from me this morning asking him to meet me +here? + +BLANCHE. Oh, yes, he did mention a letter at breakfast, but my thoughts +were away. He has been very much worried lately over his affairs; he +doesn't confide in me, but I see it. I wish you could advise him, Mr. +Mason. + +MASON. I cannot advise your husband if he won't _ask_ my advice. I don't +think we'll wait for Mr. Sterling. + +[_Gives chair to_ MRS. HUNTER. + +MRS. HUNTER. I suppose you've come about all the horrid business. Why +not just tell us how much our income is, and let all the details go. I +really think the details are more than I can bear to-day. + +MASON. That can be certainly as you wish; but I felt--as your business +adviser--and besides I promised my old friend, your husband--it was my +duty to let you know how matters stand with the least possible delay. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Beginning to break down._] George! George! + +[RUTH _looks at her, furious, and bites her lips hard._ JESSICA _is +standing with her back toward them._ + +MASON. Well, then-- + +[_He is interrupted by_ MRS. HUNTER, _who sees_ JESSICA. + +MRS. HUNTER. Jess! How rude you are! Turn around this minute! [JESSICA +_does not move._] What do you mean! Excuse me, Mr. Mason! Jess! Such +disrespect to your father's will! Turn around! [_Angry._] Do you hear +me? + +JESSICA. [_With her back still turned, her shoulders shaking, speaks in +a voice broken with sobs._] Leave me alone! Leave me alone-- + +[_She sits in a chair beside her and leans her arms upon its back and +buries her face in her arms._ + +BLANCHE. [_With her hand on her mother's arm._] Mother! Don't worry her! + +MRS. HUNTER. Go on, please, Mr. Mason, and remember, _spare us the +details._ What is our income? + +MASON. Mrs. Hunter, there is no income. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Quietly, not at all grasping what he means._] No income! +How is our money-- + +MASON. I am sorry to say there is _no_ money. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Echoes weakly._] No money? + +MASON. Not a penny! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Realizing now what he means, cries out in a loud, hard, +amazed voice._] What! + +BLANCHE. [_With her hand on her shoulder._] Mother! + +MRS. HUNTER. I don't believe it! + +RUTH. [_To_ MASON.] My good friend, do you mean that literally--that my +brother died without leaving _any_ money behind him? + +MRS. HUNTER. For his wife and family? + +MASON. I mean just that. + +RUTH. But how? + +MRS. HUNTER. Yes, _tell us the details_--every one of them! You can't +imagine the shock this is to me! + +MASON. Hunter sent for me two days before he died, and told me things +had gone badly with him last year, but it seemed impossible to retrench +his expenses. + +RUTH. _Are you listening, Florence?_ + +MRS. HUNTER. Yes, of course I am; your brother was a very extravagant +man! + +MASON. This year, with his third daughter coming out, there was need of +more money than ever. He was harassed nearly to death with financial +worries. [RUTH _begins to cry softly._ MRS. HUNTER _gets angrier and +angrier._] And finally, in sheer desperation, and trusting to the advice +of the Storrings, he risked everything he had with them in the +Consolidated Copper. The day after, he was taken ill. You know what +happened. The Storrings, Hunter, and others were ruined absolutely; the +next day Hunter died. + +RUTH. Poor George! Why didn't he come to me; he must have known that +everything I had was his! + +MASON. He was too ill when the final blow came to realize it. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Angry._] But his _life insurance_,--there was a big +policy in my name. + +MASON. He had been obliged to let that lapse. + +MRS. HUNTER. You mean I haven't even my _life_ insurance? + +MASON. As I said, there is nothing, except this house, and that is-- + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Rises indignantly and almost screams in angry +hysterics._] _Mortgaged_, I presume! Oh, it's insulting! It's an +indignity. It's--it's--Oh, well, it's just like my husband, there! + +BLANCHE. Mother! + +[RUTH _rises, and, taking_ MASON'S _arm, leads him aside._ + +MRS. HUNTER. [_To_ BLANCHE.] Oh, don't talk to me now! You always +preferred your father, and now you're punished for it! He has wilfully +left your mother and sisters paupers! + +BLANCHE. How can you speak like that! Surely you know father must have +suffered more than we could when he realized he was leaving nothing for +you. + +JESSICA. Yes, and it was for us too that he lost all. It was our +extravagance. + +MRS. HUNTER. Hush! How dare _you_ side against me, too? + +RUTH. Florence-- + +MRS. HUNTER. Well, Ruth, what do you think of your brother now? + +BLANCHE. [_To her mother._] Don't! + +MASON. By whom were the arrangements for to-day made? + +MRS. HUNTER. My son-in-law had most pressing business, and his friend-- + +BLANCHE. The friend of all of us-- + +MRS. HUNTER. Yes, of course, Mr. Warden saw to everything. + +BLANCHE. He will be here any moment! + +MASON. When he comes, will you send him on to me, please? + +RUTH. Yes. + +MASON. Very well. Good-by. [_Shakes hands with_ BLANCHE.] I am very +sorry to have been the bearer of such bad news. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Shaking hands with him._] Please overlook anything I may +have said; at such a moment, with the loss of all my money--and my dear +husband--I don't know _what_ to say! + +MASON. Naturally. [_To the others._] Good-by. [_To_ RUTH, _who follows +him._] I'll come to see you in the morning. + +[_As they shake hands._ + +RUTH. And I can then tell you what I settle here now. [MASON _goes out +Left._] Florence, I'm very sorry-- + +[_Interrupted._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh! _You!_ Sorry! + +RUTH. Yes, very, very sorry,--first, that I spoke as I did just now. + +MRS. HUNTER. It's too late to be sorry for that now. + +RUTH. No, it isn't, and I'll prove to you I mean it. Come, we'll talk +things over. + +MRS. HUNTER. Go away! I don't want you to prove anything to me! [MRS. +HUNTER _and_ CLARA _sit side by side on the sofa._ BLANCHE _and_ JESSICA +_are in chairs near the table._ RUTH _sits beside_ BLANCHE. MRS. HUNTER +_has something the manner of porcupines and shows a set determination to +accept nothing by way of comfort or expedient._ BLANCHE _looks hopeful +and ready to take the helm for the family._ JESSICA _will back up_ +BLANCHE.] My happiness in this world is over. What have I to live for? + +RUTH. Your children! + +MRS. HUNTER. Beggars like myself! + +BLANCHE. But your children will work for you. + +CLARA. Work! I see myself. + +RUTH. So do I. + +MRS. HUNTER. My children work! Don't be absurd! + +JESSICA. It is not absurd! I can certainly earn my own living somehow +and so can Clara. + +CLARA. Doing _what_, I should like to know! I see myself! + +BLANCHE. Jess is right. I'll take care of this family--father always +said I was "his own child." I'll do my best to take his place. + +RUTH. I will gladly give Jessica a home. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Whimpers._] You'd rob me of my children, too! + +JESSICA. Thank you, Aunt Ruth, but I must stay with mother and be +Blanche's right-hand man! + +CLARA. I might go on the stage. + +MRS. HUNTER. My dear, smart people don't any more. + +CLARA. I'd like to be a sort of Anna Held. + +JESSICA. I don't see why I couldn't learn typewriting, Blanche? + +MRS. HUNTER. Huh! Why, you could never even learn to play the piano; I +don't think you'd be much good at typewriting. + +CLARA. You want to be a typewriter, because in the papers they always +have an old gentleman taking them to theatres and supper! No, sir, if +there is to be any "old man's darling" in this family, _I'll_ be _it_! + +RUTH. [_Dryly._] You'll have to learn to spell correctly first! + +CLARA. [_Superciliously._] Humph! + +JESSICA. There are lots of ways nowadays for women to earn their living. + +RUTH. Yes, typewriting we will consider. + +MRS. HUNTER. Never! + +[_No one pays any attention to her except_ CLARA, _who agrees with her._ + +RUTH. Jess, you learned enough to _teach_, didn't you?--even at that +fashionable school your mother sent you to? + +JESSICA. Oh, yes, I think I could teach. + +MRS. HUNTER. Never! + +[_Still no one pays any attention except_ CLARA _who again agrees with +her._ + +CLARA. No, indeed! _I_ wouldn't teach! + +BLANCHE. If we only knew some nice elderly woman who wanted a companion, +Jess would be a godsend. + +CLARA. If she was a nice _old_ lady with lots of money and delicate +health, I wouldn't mind that position myself. + +RUTH. Clara, you seem to take this matter as a supreme joke! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_With mock humility._] May _I_ speak? [_She waits. All +turn to her. A moment's, silence._] MAY I speak? + +RUTH. Yes, yes. Go on, Florence; don't you see we're listening? + +MRS. HUNTER. I didn't know! I've been so completely ignored in this +entire conversation. But there is one thing for the girls--the easiest +possible way for them to earn their living--which you don't seem for a +moment to have thought of! + +[_She waits with a smile of coming triumph on her face._ + +RUTH. Nursing! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Disgusted._] No! + +CLARA. Manicuring? + +MRS. HUNTER. _Darling!_ + +BLANCHE. Designing dresses and hats? + +MRS. HUNTER. No! + +JESSICA. Book-keeping? + +MRS. HUNTER. No. + +RUTH. Then what in the world is it? + +MRS. HUNTER. Marriage! + +CLARA. Oh, of course! + +RUTH. Humph! + +[JESSICA _and_ BLANCHE _exchange glances._ + +MRS. HUNTER. That young Mr. Trotter would be a fine catch for Jess. + +JESSICA. Who loathes him! + +MRS. HUNTER. Don't be old-fashioned! He's very nice. + +RUTH. A little cad, trying to get into society--nice occupation for a +_man_! + +JESSICA. Mother, you can't be serious. + +CLARA. Why wouldn't he do for _me_? + +RUTH. He _would_! The very thing! + +MRS. HUNTER. We'll see, darling; I think Europe is the place for you. I +don't believe all the titles are gobbled up yet. + +RUTH. Jess, I might get you some women friends of mine, to whom you +could go mornings and answer their letters. + +MRS. HUNTER. I should not allow my daughter to go in that capacity to +the house of any woman who had refused to call on her mother, which is +the way most of your friends have treated me. + +RUTH. Do you realize, Florence, this is a question of bread and butter, +a practical suggestion of life, which has nothing whatever to do with +the society columns of the daily papers? + +MRS. HUNTER. I do _not_ intend that my daughters shall lose their +positions because their father has been--what shall we call +it--criminally negligent of them. + +RUTH. [_Rising._] How dare you! You are to blame for it all. If you say +another word injurious to my brother's memory, I'll leave this house and +let you starve for all I'll do for you. + +BLANCHE. Aunt Ruth, please, for father's sake-- + +CLARA. Well, this house is ours, anyway! + +BLANCHE. That is what _I've_ been thinking of. The house is yours. It's +huge. You don't need it. You must either give it up altogether-- + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Interrupts._] _What! Leave it? My house! Never!_ + +BLANCHE. Or--let out floors to one or two friends,--bachelor friends. +Mr. Mason, perhaps-- + +CLARA. [_Interrupts, rising, furious._] Take in _boarders_! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Who has listened aghast, now rises in outraged dignity; +she stands a moment glaring at_ BLANCHE, _then speaks._] Take--[_She +chokes._] _That_ is the _last straw_! + +[_And she sweeps from the room Right._ + +CLARA. Mama! Mama! + +[_She goes out after her mother._ + +[_The other three women watch the two leave the room, then turn and look +at each other._ + +BLANCHE. We'll manage somehow, only I think it would be easier for us to +discuss all practical matters by _ourselves_. + +RUTH. And I want you to understand this, girls,--I represent your dear +father; half of everything I have is yours, and you must promise me +always to come to me for everything. + +[STERLING _enters suddenly Left._ + +[_He is a man of thirty-eight or forty, a singularly attractive +personality; he is handsome and distinguished. His hair is grayer than +his years may account for and his manner betrays a nervous system +overtaxed and barely under control. At the moment that he enters he is +evidently laboring under some especial, and only half-concealed, nervous +strain. In spite of his irritability at times with his wife, there is an +undercurrent of tenderness which reveals his real love for_ BLANCHE. + +STERLING. Oh, you're all here! Have I missed old Mason? + +RUTH. Yes, but Blanche will tell you what he had to say. I'm going +upstairs to try and pacify your mother. We mustn't forget she has a hard +time ahead of her. + +[_She goes out Right with_ JESSICA. + +STERLING. I suppose Mason came about the will and your father's affairs? + +BLANCHE. Yes, you ought to have been here. + +STERLING. [_Irritably._] But I couldn't--I told you I couldn't! + +BLANCHE. Do you realize, dear, that you haven't been able to do +_anything for me_ for a long time? Lately, even I hardly ever _see_ +you--I stay home night after night alone. + +STERLING. That's your own fault, dear; Ned Warden's always ready to take +you anywhere you like. + +BLANCHE. [_With the ghost of a jest._] But do you think it's quite right +for me to take up all Mr. Warden's time? + +STERLING. Why not, if he likes it? + +BLANCHE. And don't you think people will soon talk? + +STERLING. Darling! People always talk, and who cares! + +BLANCHE. It's months since you showed me any sign of affection, and now +when my heart is hungrier than ever for it,--you know how I loved my +father,--I long for sympathy from _you_, and you haven't once thought to +take me, your wife, in your arms and hold me close and comfort me. + +STERLING. I'm sorry, old girl, I'm really sorry. [_Embracing her +affectionately._] And surely you know I don't love any other woman in +the world but you. [_He kisses her._] It's only because I've been +terribly worried. I don't want to bother you with business, but I've +been in an awful hole for money. I tried to make a big coup in Wall +Street the other day and only succeeded getting in deeper, and for the +last few days I've been nearly distracted. + +BLANCHE. Why didn't you tell me? + +STERLING. I thought I'd get out of it with this Consolidated Copper +without worrying you. + +BLANCHE. You were in that, too? + +STERLING. How do you mean I, "too"? + +BLANCHE. Mr. Mason has just told us _father_ lost everything in it. + +STERLING. [_Aghast._] You don't mean your father hasn't left any money? + +BLANCHE. Nothing. + +STERLING. [_Forgetting everything but what this means to him._] Nothing! +But I was counting on your share to save me! What did the damned old +fool mean? + +BLANCHE. Dick! + +STERLING. Forgive me, I didn't mean to say that. + +BLANCHE. Oh, _who are you_! _What_ are you! You are not the man I +thought when I married you! Every day something new happens to frighten +me, to threaten my love for you! + +STERLING. No, no, don't say that, old girl. + +[_He tries to take her hand._ + +BLANCHE. What right have you to criticise my father, to curse him--and +to-day! + +STERLING. I don't know what I'm saying, Blanche. Try to forgive me. I +wouldn't have thought of such a thing as his money to-day if it wasn't +the only thing that can save me from--disgrace. + +[_His voice sinking almost to a whisper and the man himself sinking into +a chair._ + +BLANCHE. Disgrace! How? What disgrace? + +[_Going to him._ + +STERLING. I can't explain it; you wouldn't understand. + +BLANCHE. You must explain it! _Your_ disgrace is _mine_. + +STERLING. [_Alarmed at having said so much, tries to retract a little._] +Disgrace was too strong a word--I didn't mean that. I'm in trouble. I'm +in trouble. Good God, can't you see it? And if you love me, why don't +you leave me alone? + +BLANCHE. How can I go on loving you without your confidence?--without +ever being suffered to give you any sympathy? Doll wives are out of +fashion, and even if they weren't, I could never be one. + +STERLING. [_Laughing._] My dear, I'd never accuse you of being stuffed +with sawdust. + +BLANCHE. Oh, and now you joke about it. Take care, Dick. + +STERLING. What's this, a threat? + +BLANCHE. Yes, if you like to call it that. You've been putting me more +and more completely out of your life; take care that I don't finish your +work and go the last step. + +STERLING. [_Seizing her roughly by the wrist._] The last step! What do +you mean by that? [_Holding her hand more roughly._] _You dare_ to be +unfaithful to me! + +BLANCHE. What! You could think I meant that! Ugh! How could you? + +STERLING. Well, what did you mean then? Eh? + +[_Pulling her up close to him, her face close to his. She realizes first +by the odor, then by a searching look at his face, that he is partly +under the influence of liquor._ + +BLANCHE. [_With pathetic shame._] Let me go! I see what's the matter +with you, but the reason is no excuse; you've been drinking. + +STERLING. [_Dropping her hand._] Ugh! The usual whimper of a woman! + +[RUTH _reenters Right._ + +RUTH. Well, Blanche, dear, your mother's in a calmer frame of mind, and +I must go. Dick, can you lunch with me to-morrow? + +STERLING. [_Hesitating, not caring about it._] Er--to-morrow?--er-- + +RUTH. Oh, only for business. I must have a new business man now to do +all that _he_ did for me, and I'm going to try to make up to you for not +having been always your--_best_ friend, by putting my affairs in _your_ +hands. + +BLANCHE. [_Serious, uneasy, almost frightened._] Aunt Ruth-- + +[_She stops._ + +RUTH. What, dear? + +BLANCHE. Nothing. + +[_She gives_ STERLING _a searching, steady look and keeps her eyes upon +him, trying to read his real self._ + +RUTH. [_Continues to_ STERLING.] Mr. Mason is coming to me in the +morning, and if you will lunch with me at one, I will then be able to +give all the papers over to you. + +[STERLING, _who up to this time has been almost dumbfounded by this +sudden good fortune, now collects himself, and speaks delightedly but +with sufficient reserve of his feelings._ BLANCHE _does not take her +eyes from_ STERLING'S _face._ + +STERLING. Aunt Ruth, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I will +do my best. + +BLANCHE. [_Quickly._] Promise her, Dick, before me--give her your word +of honor--you will be faithful to Aunt Ruth's trust. + +[_He answers_ BLANCHE'S _look steadily with a hard gaze of his own._ + +RUTH. His acceptance of my trust is equal to that, Blanche. + +BLANCHE. It is of course, isn't it, Dick? + +STERLING. Of course. + +[BLANCHE _is not content, but has to satisfy herself with this._ + +RUTH. To-morrow at one, then. + +[_She starts to go._ + +[JORDAN _enters Left._ + +JORDAN. Mr. Warden. + +RUTH. I can't wait. Good-by. + +[_She goes out Left._ + +BLANCHE. We will see Mr. Warden. + +JORDAN. Yes, madam. + +[_He goes out Left._ + +STERLING. Blanche, go to your mother and ask her to see Ned to thank +him. I want a minute's talk with him if you don't mind. + +BLANCHE. [_Pathetically._] What difference does it make, Dick, if I _do_ +mind? + +STERLING. Don't say that, old girl, and don't think it. + +BLANCHE. Dick, you _are_ honest, aren't you? + +STERLING. [_Without flinching._] What a question, Blanche! + +[JORDAN _enters Left announcing "Mr. Warden."_ WARDEN _enters, and_ +JORDAN _goes out._ + +[EDWARD WARDEN, _though in reality scarcely younger than_ STERLING, +_looks at least ten years his junior. He is good-looking, practical, a +reasoning being, and self-controlled. He is a thorough American, with +the fresh and strong ideals of his race, and with the feeling of romance +alive in the bottom of his heart._ + +STERLING. [_In enormous relief, greets him joyfully._] Ned, what do you +think! The greatest news going! + +BLANCHE. Dick! + +STERLING. Excuse me, Blanche, I forgot; but Ned will know how I can't +help being glad. + +[WARDEN _goes to_ MRS. STERLING. + +BLANCHE. [_Shaking_ NED'S _hand._] And Mr. Warden knows nothing could +make me "_glad_" to-day. Thank you for all your kindness-- + +WARDEN. Don't thank me; it was nothing. + +BLANCHE. Yes, please let me thank you all I can; it won't be half what I +feel, but I want to know that you know even my silence is full of +gratitude for all you've done for my mother, sisters, and me. + +STERLING. Yes, we're all immensely indebted to you, Ned, old man. + +BLANCHE. I will tell mother. I know she wants to see you. + +[_She goes out Right._ + +STERLING. [_Speaking with suppressed excitement and uncontrollable +gladness, unable to keep it back any longer._] Ned, my wife's aunt, Miss +Hunter, has put all her business in my hands. + +WARDEN. Made you her agent? + +STERLING. Yes! What a godsend! Hunter didn't leave a cent. + +[_A moment's pause of astonishment._] + +WARDEN. What do you mean? + +STERLING. It seems he's been losing for a long time. Everything he had +he lost in the copper crash. + +WARDEN. But this is awful! What will Mrs. Hunter and her two young +daughters do? + +STERLING. I don't know. I hadn't thought of that. + +WARDEN. You'll have to think of it. + +STERLING. I? + +WARDEN. Of course you'll have to help them. + +STERLING. I can't! Look here, I didn't tell you the truth about my +affairs last week, when I struck you for that loan. + +WARDEN. You don't mean to say you weren't straight with me? + +STERLING. Oh, I only didn't want to frighten you till I'd got the money; +if you had made me the loan, I'd have owned up afterwards all right +enough. + +WARDEN. Owned up what? + +STERLING. That I told you a pack of lies--that I haven't any +security!--that I haven't anything but _debts_. + +WARDEN. [_Strongly._] Good things to borrow on! Look here, Dick, how +long have we been friends? + +STERLING. Since that day at boarding school when you took a licking for +something I did. + +WARDEN. What I mean is we were pals at school, chums at college, stanch +friends for twenty years. + +STERLING. Hell! Are we as old as all that? + +WARDEN. Inseparable friends till the last two years. + +[STERLING'S _eyes shift._ + +STERLING. I've been overworked lately, and everything has gone wrong! + +WARDEN. [_Comes up to him, and speaks firmly but still friendly._] You +_yourself_ have _gone wrong_! + +STERLING. [_On the defensive._] What do you mean? + +WARDEN. Why did you take your business out of my hands? + +STERLING. The law didn't pay me enough. I thought I'd try a little +amateur stockbroking. + +[_Smiling insincerely._ + +WARDEN. You didn't want _me to know_ what you were doing! + +STERLING. Rats! + +WARDEN. You didn't want me to know what funds--_whose_ funds--you were +using--_mis_using. + +STERLING. [_Ugly._] What! + +WARDEN. Whose money you were gambling with! + +STERLING. Have you been spying on me? + +WARDEN. Your _wife's_ money! + +STERLING. Well, she's _my_ wife, and you don't know what you're talking +about! + +[_He turns from him and picks up a book from the table upside down and +pretends to read it._ + +WARDEN. You stole from me once when you were a boy! + +STERLING. No! I didn't! + +[_Throwing the book down._ + +WARDEN. You lie! Do you hear me? _You lie!_ [_He waits a second._ +STERLING _does nothing._] I was never sure till to-day! I fought against +ever thinking it, believing my suspicions were an injustice to you, but +little things were always disappearing out of my rooms--finally, even +money. Lately, that old suspicion has come back with a fuller force, and +to-day it became a certainty. + +STERLING. How to-day? + +WARDEN. Because if it weren't true, you'd have knocked me down just now +when I called you first a thief and _twice_ a liar! + +[_He stands squarely facing him._ STERLING _stands facing him also, +surprised, taken off his guard._ + +STERLING. Oh, come, you're joking! [WARDEN _makes an angry +exclamation._] Why're you telling me all this now? + +WARDEN. Because I want you to be careful. I want you to know some one is +watching you! Some one who knows what you've come to! Some one who knows +you can't resist temptation! Some one who knows money not yours _has_ +stuck to your fingers! + +STERLING. You mind your own business. + +WARDEN. I'll mind _yours_ if it's necessary to protect people who are +dear to me! + +[STERLING _looks at him with a sudden suspicion._ + +STERLING. [_Insinuatingly._] I didn't know you were particularly +attached to Mrs. Hunter. + +WARDEN. I'm not. + +STERLING. Or to her two unmarried daughters! + +WARDEN. Nor am I! + +STERLING. [_With whispered intensity._] By God, if you are in love with +my wife! + +WARDEN. If you thought that out loud, I'd knock you down! + +STERLING. Huh! you talk as if you thought I were a coward! + +WARDEN. No, not a _physical_ coward--I've seen you do too many plucky +things--but a _moral_ coward--yes, you are one! + +[_Straight to him, standing close and looking him squarely in the eyes._ + +STERLING. [_Wavering._] Oh, you're too damned preachy! + +[MRS. HUNTER _enters Right with_ CLARA. MRS. HUNTER _shakes hands with_ +WARDEN _silently, happy in the feeling that she is in great affliction, +and satisfied with the appearance and impression she is making. She +carries her handkerchief, with its black border, ready in her hand._ +CLARA _has silently shaken hands with_ WARDEN, _after her mother. She +afterwards goes to_ STERLING _and hands him several of the letters of +condolence. She then goes to the window at Left, pulling aside the +curtain, and stands looking out, rather bored, wishing she could go out +and take a walk._ + +MRS. HUNTER. We will never forget your kindness. Will the evening papers +have anything in, do you think? + +WARDEN. No, not before morning. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Sighs._] Every one was there. + +STERLING. Where's Blanche? + +MRS. HUNTER. Upstairs. She said she was going after Aunt Ruth. + +STERLING. [_Frightened._] After Aunt Ruth? [_Strongly._] What for? + +MRS. HUNTER. I don't know. [_Whimpering._] I'm not considered in the +family any longer! + +STERLING. I shall stop and take her home. + +[JORDAN _enters._ + +JORDAN. Will you see visitors, madam? + +STERLING. No. + +[_He goes out Right._ + +MRS. HUNTER. "No"? Yes, we will! I need to see some one, or I shall +break down. Go upstairs, Clara! + +CLARA. No, _why_ need I? + +MRS. HUNTER. You're not out yet. + +CLARA. I don't care! At this rate I'll never get "out." Who are they, +Jordan? + +JORDAN. Miss Sillerton, Miss Godesby, and Mr. Trotter, miss. + +WARDEN. I must go, Mrs. Hunter. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Relieved._] So sorry. Could you go straight to Mr. Mason? +He wishes to see you? + +[_Shaking hands._ + +WARDEN. Certainly. + +MRS. HUNTER. Thank you. + +[WARDEN _inclines his head to_ CLARA. + +CLARA. [_Lightly._] Good-by! + +[WARDEN _goes out Left._ + +MRS. HUNTER. I don't think we ought to receive Mr. Trotter. + +CLARA. Pshaw! why not? If there's really any idea of my mar-- + +[_She stops short, silenced by a look from her mother and an indication +toward_ JORDAN. + +MRS. HUNTER. Show them up, Jordan. [JORDAN _bows and goes out._] How do I +look, dear? + +[_Arranges her handkerchief._ + +CLARA. [_Looking in the mirror._] How do I? + +MRS. HUNTER. [_With her back to_ CLARA.] I asked you first how _I_ +looked! + +CLARA. [_Not observing._] Oh, you're all right, how am I? + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Not looking at_ CLARA.] Charming! We'll go upstairs and +come down again; I don't think it nice to be found here as if we were +expecting visitors. + +[_They go out Right._ + +[JORDAN _steps into the room to announce the visitors, and seeing no one +there, bows as the three pass him._ + +JORDAN. The ladies will be down at once. + +[_He goes out Right._ + +[_The three turn, looking about the room with curiosity, as if the +funeral might have made some difference in the house._ + +[MISS SILLERTON _is a handsome, attractive woman, most fashionably +dressed and perfectly conventional in character and intelligence._ MISS +GODESBY _is a little slow, more assertive, sharper of tongue, more +acutely intelligent, and equally smartly dressed. She has still a +remnant of real, sincere feeling buried under a cynical mask which her +life in a fast set has developed for her self-preservation._ TROTTER _is +a foolish young person, meaning well enough according to his lights, +which are not of the biggest and brightest._ + +TROTTER. Classy house altogether! + +MISS SILLERTON. Mrs. Hunter went to the most expensive decorator in +town, and told him, no matter what it cost, to go ahead and do his +_worst_! + +[_They all laugh and seat themselves comfortably._ + +TROTTER. Say! The youngest daughter is a good looker--very classy. + +MISS SILLERTON. That's the one we told you about, the one we want you to +marry. + +MISS GODESBY. Yes, with your money and her cleverness, she'll rubber +neck you into the smartest push in town! + +TROTTER. You've promised I shall know the whole classy lot before +spring. + +MISS GODESBY. So you will if you do as we tell you. But you mustn't let +society see that you _know_ you're getting in; nothing pleases society +so much as to think you're a blatant idiot. It makes everybody feel +you're their equal--that's why you get in. + +TROTTER. I've got a coach and can drive four-in-hand. I've an automobile +drag, and the biggest private yacht in the world building. I'm going to +have the most expensive house in Long Island, where the oysters come +from, and I've bought a lot in Newport twice as big as the swellest +fellow's there. I've got a house in London and a flat in Paris, and I +make money fly. I think I ought to be a cinch as a classy success. + +MISS GODESBY. Don't be a yap; flag Clara Hunter and you're all right! + +MISS SILLERTON. Her father's position was the best in this country! + +TROTTER. But he's dead. + +[_Sitting._ + +MISS GODESBY. A good thing for you, for he would never have stood for +you! + +TROTTER. He'd have had to--or do without me as a son-in-law--I wouldn't +marry the Venus of Milo if her father didn't think I was good enough. +I'm no Dodo bird! + +MISS GODESBY. It's up to you now, Trotter! Go in and win. + +[_Enter_ TOMPSON _Right; a decided change takes place in all their +manners._ + +TOMPSON. Madam will be down at once, miss. + +MISS SILLERTON. Thank you. + +[TOMPSON _goes out Right._ + +MISS GODESBY. Only stay a minute or two, Trotty--we're doing our best +for you, but we must look out for ourselves, too, and we've come here +to-day on business. + +MISS SILLERTON. How'll we ever get the subject on to clothes? + +MISS GODESBY. Humph! Do you think you can talk five minutes with Mrs. +Hunter and not hit that topic? It's a bull's eye! + +TROTTER. I don't see where I'm going to come into this classy +conversation. + +MISS GODESBY. You see, Trotty, they brought over piles of clothes from +Europe this year, and we want to get hold of them before any one else +has a chance--get 'em cheap before they have an idea anybody else'll buy +them. + +TROTTER. Who buy what? + +MISS SILLERTON. _We_--buy their winter clothes. + +TROTTER. For Heaven's sake! + +MISS GODESBY. Laugh, you silly! I heard the Reed girls planning to come +to-morrow. They didn't dare come to-day. Those girls haven't any sand! +They're always getting left. + +TROTTER. You two _are_ Dodo birds! + +MISS GODESBY. I say, Eleanor, you're such a lobster about prices and +Mrs. Hunter's no idiot, we'd better agree on some sort of a signal! +Listen! if you like a gown very much, ask the price, then say to me, "My +dear, your hat pin is coming out." And if I think it's a bargain, I'll +say, "So it is, thank you; won't you put it in for me?" And if I think +Mrs. Hunter's trying to stick you, I'll say "No, it isn't; it's always +like that." + +MISS SILLERTON. All right. + +[MRS. HUNTER _and_ CLARA _enter Right. The manner of_ MISS SILLERTON +_and_ MISS GODESBY _changes immediately. They speak with rather subdued +voices, in the tone of conventional sympathy which is usually adopted on +such occasions._ MRS. HUNTER _also assumes the manner of a martyr to +grief._ CLARA _is casual and hard._ + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Shakes hands with_ MRS. HUNTER.] Dear Mrs. Hunter. + +[_She kisses her._ + +Clara, dear. + +[_She kisses her._ + +[MISS GODESBY _goes to_ MRS. HUNTER _and shakes hands while_ MISS +SILLERTON _crosses to_ CLARA; _Trotter shakes hands with_ MRS. HUNTER +_as_ MISS GODESBY _goes to_ CLARA. + +TROTTER. I hope you don't think my coming an intrusion. + +MRS. HUNTER. Not at all. + +MISS GODESBY. I felt we must stop in for a few minutes to give you our +love and sympathy and find out how you are. + +MRS. HUNTER. I've been through a terrible strain. My loss is even +greater than I could ever possibly imagine. + +CLARA. [_Who misinterprets her mother's remark._] Yes, indeed, I should +say it was! + +[MRS. HUNTER _stops her with a warning look._ + +MRS. HUNTER. But every one has been most kind. _Lady Hopeton_ sent me a +beautiful long letter to-day. + +MISS GODESBY. And I'm glad to find you looking so well. Black _suits_ +you! + +[_She exchanges a knowing glance with_ MISS SILLERTON. + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, I don't know, Julia; I've always thought black very +_trying_ for me. + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, _no! every one's_ saying _just_ the reverse! + +MRS. HUNTER. But--I suppose clothes don't interest you, Mr. Trotter? + +TROTTER. Oh, yes, they do, out of sight! + +CLARA. Well, I wish you could have seen the beautiful things we brought +over with us! + +MISS SILLERTON. Julia and I were just speaking about it, and pitying you +from the bottom of our hearts. + +[MISS SILLERTON _and_ MISS GODESBY _again exchange surreptitious +glances._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Every one's been most kind. + +[_There is an awkward pause for a moment, no one knowing quite what to +say. Both_ MISS GODESBY _and_ MISS SILLERTON _have started the +conversation in the direction of clothing and are fearful of the topic +being changed. As the pause becomes embarrassing, they look helplessly +from one to the other, and all five, suddenly and at once, make an +ineffectual effort to say something--or nothing. Out of the general +confusion_ MRS. HUNTER _comes to the front, mistress of the situation._] +Are you going to stay in New York this winter, Mr. Trotter? + +TROTTER. Yes, I'm negotiating for one of the biggest classy building +plots on upper Fifth Avenue. + +CLARA. [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] I saw in the papers you were at the dance +last night. + +[MISS GODESBY _nods and motions surreptitiously to_ TROTTER _to go. He, +however, doesn't understand._ + +MRS. HUNTER. [_With interest again in life._] Oh, _were you?_ What did +you wear? + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, dowdy old things. I haven't bought my winter frocks +yet. + +[_She repeats this casually as if to herself._ + +[MISS SILLERTON _motions to_ TROTTER _to go, but he has forgotten and +still doesn't understand._ + +TROTTER. What? + +MISS GODESBY. You warned us not to let you forget your engagement! + +TROTTER. What engagement? + +MISS SILLERTON. How do we know! we only know you said you _had_ to go! + +TROTTER. Never said so! Oh! [_As it dawns upon him._] Oh, yes! of +course. [_He rises._] Very sorry--must be off. Only dropped in--er--that +is, came in to express my respectful sympathy. + +[_Shaking hands with_ MRS. HUNTER. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Who rises._] I hope you will come and see us again. + +CLARA. Do! It'll be a godsend! We'll be dull as ditchwater here this +winter! + +TROTTER. I shall be delighted to call again. Good-by. [_He bows to +Clara. In his embarrassment he starts to shake hands all over again, +but, realizing his mistake, laughs nervously._] Oh, I have already. + +MISS SILLERTON. Good-by, Trotter. + +MISS GODESBY. Don't forget we're booked with you at Sherry's. + +TROTTER. Whose treat? + +MISS GODESBY. Oh! _Yours_, of course-- + +TROTTER. I say, why can't I stay? I won't interfere. + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, do stay, Mr. Trotter! + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, do stay! + +[_Suggesting by her tone that he mustn't dare to remain._ + +CLARA. Good! + +[TROTTER _remains, and they all settle themselves again for a long +stay._ + +MRS. HUNTER. By the way, you were speaking just now of your winter +frocks. It occurs to me--of course I don't know as I really want to +dispose of them, but--er-- + +[_She hesitates purposely._ + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, _would_ you? [_Rising, she takes a chair nearer to_ +MRS. HUNTER.] You _dear_ thing! + +MRS. HUNTER. The dresses are no use to us now, and when _we're_ out of +mourning--_they'll_ be out of style. You could wear Jess' things +perfectly, Julia. + +MISS SILLERTON. And even something of yours could be made over for us. + +MRS. HUNTER. But I'm so much older than you! + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Thoughtlessly._] Yes, but you never dress +appropriately to your age. + +CLARA. [_Laughing delightedly._] That's pretty good! + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Saves herself._] You know what I mean, you always +_look_ so _youthful_, you _can't_ dress any older. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Rising._] Clara, dear, go upstairs and have Tompson bring +down my Worth dress and Jess' Doucet and your Paquin. [_She goes with_ +CLARA _to the door, Right, and then whispers to her._] If you remember, +don't tell what we paid--we ought to get nearly double out of these +girls--and warn Tompson not to be surprised at anything she hears. + +[MISS GODESBY _and_ MISS SILLERTON _exchange glances._ CLARA _goes out +Right._ + +MRS. HUNTER. It seems as if I had no further interest in clothes, +anyway. + +MISS GODESBY. Don't say that. Every one I've seen this afternoon is +wildly enthusiastic over your mourning. + +MRS. HUNTER. Well, I went straight to Madame O'Hoolihan and gave her +carte blank! + +MISS GODESBY. I wouldn't like to be the ice man when your bill comes +in!--and clothes abroad are so much cheaper. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Thoughtlessly._] Oh, _half!_ + +MISS GODESBY. [_Quickly._] You see you'll be doing us a really great +favor letting us have some of your things! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Realizing her nearly fatal error._] Oh! Oh, +yes--but--er--I must say that _we_ found prices while in Paris _this +year_ rather _atrocious!_ + +[CLARA _reenters Right._ + +CLARA. [_Sighs._] O dear! It breaks my heart not to wear my ball dress, +my dear Julia; it was designed specially for me. I told Marie to put it +on, mama; my clothes fit her perfectly, and I thought it would show so +much better what it is. + +MRS. HUNTER. Here they are. + +[_Rises as_ TOMPSON _enters Right._ + +TOMPSON. Mrs. Hunter's reception gown. + +[_Displaying it._ + +CLARA. Oh, this _is_ a beauty! + +[_She takes the costume and drapes it over a chair._ MISS GODESBY _and_ +MISS SILLERTON _come closer to examine._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Tompson.--[_Taking her to one side, whispers._]--I forget; +do you remember what I paid for this dress? + +TOMPSON. [_Whispers back._] One hundred and sixty dollars, madam. + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, yes. Don't say anything. [_Returning to the others._] +Do you like it? + +MISS SILLERTON. Perfectly lovely! } + } [_At the same time._ +MISS GODESBY. Immensely. It's great! } + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Hesitates._] I forget just what I paid for it, but I +believe it was two hundred dollars. + +[CLARA _half exclaims in astonishment, but on being pinched +surreptitiously on the arm by_ MRS. HUNTER _she grasps the situation and +starts in to do her share._ + +CLARA. Oh, no, mama! I'm sure it was more than that! + +MRS. HUNTER. Well, perhaps it was two--twenty or two--twenty-five. + +TROTTER. That's cheap, isn't it? + +MISS GODESBY. Shut up. + +[TOMPSON'S _face is always a perfect blank, showing no expression or +surprise; she has lived with_ MRS. HUNTER _for many years and "knows her +business."_ + +MISS GODESBY. [_In a very different tone of voice, influenced by the big +price._] Of course, I see it's made of the best material. But it isn't +my color. + +MRS. HUNTER. It's the very latest shade. + +MISS GODESBY. Yes, I know; but I think as you said a little while ago, +perhaps it is a trifle too old for me. + +MRS. HUNTER. I might let you have it for a little less; say one hundred +and eighty. + +MISS GODESBY. Thank you very much. I'll think it over. + +MISS SILLERTON. What's the other? + +CLARA. This is a dinner dress of Jess'. + +[_Holding it up to her own waist._ + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Carried away by the dress._] Oh, lovely,--perfectly +charming,--an adorable gown! + +[MISS GODESBY _pulls her arm and tries to make her less enthusiastic._ + +MISS GODESBY. [_To_ CLARA _and_ MRS. HUNTER.] Excuse me. + +[_She takes_ MISS SILLERTON _to one side and whispers in her ear._ + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Aloud._] I can't help it. I'm crazy about the dress! + +[_Meanwhile_ MRS. HUNTER _and_ TOMPSON _have whispered together._ + +MRS. HUNTER. They said themselves this was the most successful frock +they turned out this autumn. + +MISS SILLERTON. And how much is _this_ one? + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Very quickly, trying not to speak consciously._] This was +two hundred and seventy-five. + +[CLARA _bites her lips in surprise and winks visibly to_ TOMPSON, _who +gives no sign and is otherwise imperturbable._ + +MISS SILLERTON. [_To_ MISS GODESBY, _looking hard at her._] My dear, +your hat pin is coming out! + +MISS GODESBY. [_Looking hard at her._] No, it isn't; it's always like +that. + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Going closer to her, whispers._] Which does that mean? +I forget! + +MISS GODESBY. It's a _gouge_! + +MISS SILLERTON. I can't help it; I can't resist. + +MISS HUNTER. [_Whispers to_ CLARA.] She's going to take it; I wish I'd +asked more. + +MISS SILLERTON. Mrs. Hunter, I'll _take_ the dinner dress! I'm crazy +about it! + +MRS. HUNTER. I'm glad to have you have it; I'm glad to be able to do +you, in a way, a favor. + +[MARIE _at this moment enters dressed in the most exquisite ball dress +of the very latest fashion and looks extremely lovely._ + +CLARA. Here's mine! I could cry to think I'll never wear it! + +MARIE. _Voila_, madame! + +[_A short silence, while the women sit down and drink in the gown._ + +MISS SILLERTON. [_In a subdued voice of awed admiration._] Beautiful! + +MISS GODESBY. Great! + +TROTTER. [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] _I'm_ stuck on the _girl_; introduce me. +She's out of sight! + +[MRS. HUNTER _sighs long and loud,--a sigh of appreciation and +admiration._ MARIE _stands in the centre of the stage facing the +audience._ + +MISS GODESBY. May we see her back? + +CLARA. Her _entire_ back, if she turns around! + +MRS. HUNTER. Turn around, Marie. + +MARIE. _Oui_, madame. + +[_She turns her back--the dress is cut extremely in the back._ + +MISS SILLERTON. Oh! + +MISS GODESBY. Rather! + +MRS. HUNTER. The way everything is made this year. + +MISS GODESBY. I'm afraid my back is rather full of bones. + +CLARA. They told us in Paris, bones were coming in! [_She takes a large +American beauty rose from a vase on the piano and slips it down_ MARIE'S +_back so that the dress seems much less decollete._] There, never too +late to mend! + +MISS GODESBY. How much is this one? + +[MISS GODESBY _and_ MISS SILLERTON _examine the dress._ + +CLARA. [_Whispers to_ MRS. HUNTER.] You paid two hundred for it! + +MRS. HUNTER. Three hundred dollars. It is really superb. + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Pulling_ MISS GODESBY _around quickly._] My dear, your +hat pin is coming out! + +MISS GODESBY. Don't be absurd! + +MISS SILLERTON. What? + +MISS GODESBY. It's my turn, sit down; you got the last! You won't mind +my being frank, Mrs. Hunter? + +MRS. HUNTER. [_On the defensive._] Certainly not. + +MISS GODESBY. I think the price is too much. + +TROTTER. Oh, go on, pay it! + +MISS GODESBY. Will you sign the check? + +TROTTER. _Excuse me!_ + +CLARA. I'd give twice that if only I could wear it to one ball this +winter! + +MRS. HUNTER. I wouldn't part with it for a penny less. I couldn't afford +to. + +[_The manners and voices of all become a little strained._ + +MISS GODESBY. That is of course your affair. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Politely._] We needn't keep Marie any longer, at any +rate, need we? You can go, Marie, and you too, Tompson. + +[CLARA _and_ MRS. HUNTER _help place the other dresses on_ TOMPSON'S +_arms._ + +MISS SILLERTON. [_To_ MISS GODESBY, _on the opposite side of the room, +in a lowered voice._] I'll take it; I'm willing to pay that. + +MISS GODESBY. Don't you dare interfere! I want the gown, but I know +she'll come down,--if she doesn't, I'll make a bluff at going. Then if +she sticks to her price, I'll come back and pay it. + +[_They turn to_ MRS. HUNTER. + +MISS SILLERTON. Oh, Mrs. Hunter, may I see my dress just one more +minute? + +MRS. HUNTER. Certainly. + +[_She and_ CLARA _come back with the dress._ + +MARIE. [_To_ TOMPSON _by the door at Right._] + +_Vite!_ Come! Come! Jordan 'ave stole ze photograph machine of Mees +Clara, and he make now one pigsher of me in ze dress! + +[_Smiling mischievously, delighted, she goes out Right._ + +MISS SILLERTON. Thank you. + +[_She leaves her dress._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Take this too, Tompson. + +TOMPSON. Yes, madam. + +[MRS. HUNTER _speaks to_ TOMPSON, _aside, and_ CLARA, _near them, +watches the two visitors out of the corner of her eye._ + +MISS GODESBY. [_Aside to_ MISS SILLERTON.] I'll leave my muff; that'll +be a good excuse to come back. + +TROTTER. [_Also in a lowered voice to_ MISS GODESBY.] Dodo! + +[TOMPSON _goes out Right._ + +[MRS. HUNTER _and_ CLARA _come back._ + +MISS GODESBY. You really couldn't take less than three hundred? + +MRS. HUNTER. I wish I could if only for your own sake; but I really +couldn't in justice to myself. + +MISS GODESBY. I'm very sorry--and I'm afraid we must be going now. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Not believing they will go._] Oh, must you? Well, it was +very kind of you to come. + +[MISS GODESBY _leaves her muff upon the table at the Left._ + +MISS SILLERTON. [_Shakes hands with_ MRS. HUNTER.] Good-by. + +[_She goes on to_ CLARA. + +[MISS GODESBY _comes to shake hands with_ MRS. HUNTER. + +MRS. HUNTER. I think you're making a mistake not to take the dress, +Julia dear. + +MISS GODESBY. Perhaps, but I really can't go more than two hundred and +fifty. + +[MRS. HUNTER _looks surreptitiously at_ CLARA, _who slyly shakes her +head to her mother._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, quite impossible! + +MISS GODESBY. Good-by. + +MRS. HUNTER. Good-by. + +MISS GODESBY. Good-by, Clara. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Frightened._] Would you like to see the dress off? + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, my dear, it was as _off_ as I would ever like to see +it. Good-by. + +MRS. HUNTER. Good-by. [MISS SILLERTON _and_ MISS GODESBY _get to doorway +Left._] You _won't_ take it? + +MISS GODESBY. _Can't!_ Good-by. + +CLARA. [_Dryly._] You're forgetting your muff! + +TROTTER. Rubber! + +MISS GODESBY. [_Coming back for it._] How stupid! + +[_She goes away to the door again in silence, which is full of suspense +for all of them. As she reaches the door_ MRS. HUNTER _speaks._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Look here, Julia, don't say another word; you shall have +the dress for two hundred and fifty. + +MISS GODESBY. [_Rushing back, followed by all the others._] You dear! +I'm afraid you think I've been rather nasty! + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, no, of course business is business, and I'd _rather +you_ had it than see it wasted on some of our other friends who'd be +sights in it! + +MISS SILLERTON. Good-by. [_Kisses her this time._] I haven't said half I +feel; you've been in my thoughts all these last few days. + +MRS. HUNTER. Thank you, dear. + +[_Kisses her._ + +MISS GODESBY. Shall we send around for the dresses in the morning? + +MRS. HUNTER. Or I'll send them. + +MISS GODESBY. No, we won't trouble you. + +MISS SILLERTON. Good-by! + +MRS. HUNTER AND CLARA. Good-by! + +[MISS SILLERTON _and_ MISS GODESBY _go out Left, followed by_ TROTTER, +_who has joined in all the good-bys, and upon whom_ CLARA _has more or +less continuously kept her "weather eye."_ + +MRS. HUNTER. I'm perfectly sure if I'd stuck to three hundred, Julia +Godesby would have sent around when she got home and paid it! + +CLARA. I'm glad you didn't run the risk though, for we'll need every +cent we can get now. + +[_She runs her fingers rapidly over the piano keys._ + +[BLANCHE _reenters Right._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Why, I thought you'd gone long ago. + +BLANCHE. Jess begged me to stay with her. Try to understand her, mother; +I think she will miss father more than any of us. + +[JORDAN _enters Left._ + +JORDAN. Mr. Warden has come back, madam. + +[WARDEN _enters Left._ + +WARDEN. Forgive my intruding so soon again, but did Mr. Mason leave a +letter case of Mr. Hunter's here? + +[BLANCHE _begins looking for the case._ + +MRS. HUNTER. I haven't seen it; I'll ask the servants to look. Excuse +me, I'm quite tired out; we've been receiving a long visit of +condolence. + +[_She goes out, Right, with_ CLARA, _who links her arm in her mother's._ + +BLANCHE. [_Finding the case, which has fallen beneath the table._] Here +it is. Dear old pocket-book-- + +[_Her voice breaks on the last word, and turning her face away to hide +her tears, she hands him the well-worn letter case._ + +WARDEN. Mrs. Sterling, I'm glad they left us alone, because Mr. Mason +said he hadn't been able to manage it--to see you alone--and yet he +wanted _you only_ to examine these. They are private papers of Mr. +Hunter; he thought they ought not to be destroyed without being read, +and yet _he_ hesitated to read them. We thought that duty devolved best +upon _you_. [_He hands back the letter case._] Shall I wait and take +back the case to Mr. Mason with the papers you wish him to have? + +BLANCHE. Oh, no, I will send them; I mustn't keep you while I read them. +I'm always taking more of your time than I ought. + +WARDEN. [_Speaks with sincerity, but without any suggestion of +love-making._] But never as much as I want to give you! Don't forget, +Mrs. Sterling, what you promised me at your wedding,--that your +husband's best man should be your best friend. + +BLANCHE. And nobody knows what it means to a woman, even a happily +married woman like me--[_This is spoken with a slight effort, as if she +is persuading herself that she is a happily married woman._]--to have an +honest friend like you. It's those people who have failed that say there +is no such thing as a platonic friendship. + +WARDEN. We'll prove them wrong. + +BLANCHE. We will. Good-by, and thank you. + +WARDEN. And thank _you_! [_Starting to go, he turns._] Shall I bring +that Russian pianist around to play for you some day next week? + +BLANCHE. Do--I want some music. + +WARDEN. Only let me know what day. [_He goes out Left._ BLANCHE _sits by +the table and opens the case. She looks first at a memoranda and reads +what is on the outside._] A business memoranda. Lists of bonds. [_She +opens and looks at the next paper only a second, and then closes it._] +This, Mr. Mason will understand better than I. [_She puts it back in the +pocket case. She finds a photograph in the case._] My picture!--[_She +looks for others, but finds none._]--and _only_ mine! Oh, father!... +[_She wipes away tears from her eyes so as to see the picture, which is +an old one._] Father, I returned _your_ love. [_She reads on the back of +photograph._] "Blanche, my darling daughter, at fourteen years of age!" +That's mine! that's my own! [_And she puts the picture away separately. +She takes up a small packet of very old love-letters tied with faded old +pink tape._] Old letters from mother; they must be her love-letters. She +shall have them,--they may soften her. [_She takes up a slip of paper +and reads on the outside._] This is something for Mason, too. [_She puts +it back in the case. She takes up a sealed envelope, blank._] Nothing on +it, and sealed. [_She looks at it a moment, thinking._] Father, did you +want this opened? If you didn't, why not have destroyed it? Ah! I +needn't be afraid; _you_ had nothing to hide from the world. [_Tearing +it open, she reads._] "I have discovered my son-in-law, Richard +Sterling, in irregular business dealing. He is not honest. I will watch +him as long as I live; but when you read this, Mason, keep your eye upon +him for my daughter's sake. He has been warned by me--he may never trip +again, and her happiness lies in ignorance." [_She starts, and looks +about her to make sure she is alone. She then sits staring ahead for a +few seconds; then she speaks._] My boy's father dishonest! Disgrace--he +owned it--threatening _my_ boy! It mustn't come! It mustn't! _I'll_ +watch now. [_She goes to the fireplace, tearing the paper as she crosses +the room, she burns the letter; then she gathers up the other letters +and the pocket case._] He must give me his word of honor over Richard's +little bed to-night that he will do nothing to ever make the boy ashamed +of bearing his father's name! + +[_She watches to see that every piece of the paper burns, as_ + +THE CURTAIN FALLS + + + + +ACT II + + +_Christmas Eve; fourteen months later; the dining room of the Hunters' +house, which is now lived in jointly by the_ STERLINGS _and_ MRS. HUNTER +_and her daughters. It is a dark wainscoted room, with curtains of +crimson brocade. It is decorated with laurel roping, mistletoe, and +holly, for Christmas. It is the end of a successful dinner party, +fourteen happy and more or less congenial persons being seated at a +table, as follows:_ WARDEN, RUTH, MASON, CLARA, TROTTER, MRS. HUNTER, +BLANCHE, STERLING, MISS SILLERTON, MR. GODESBY, JESSICA, DOCTOR +STEINHART, _and_ MISS GODESBY. _The room is dark on all sides, only a +subdued light being shed on the table by two large, full candelabra with +red shaded candles. As the curtain rises the bare backs of the three +women nearest the footlights gleam out white. Candied fruit and other +sweetmeats are being passed by four men servants, including_ JORDAN +_and_ LEONARD. + + +RUTH. My dear Blanche, what delicious candy! + +MISS SILLERTON. Isn't it! + +MISS GODESBY. Half of the candy offered one nowadays seems made of +_papier-mache_. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] Julia, do tell me how Mr. Tomlins +takes his wife's divorce? + +MISS GODESBY. He takes it with a grain of salt! + +MRS. HUNTER. But isn't he going to bring a counter suit? + +STERLING. No. + +RUTH. I hope not. I am an old-fashioned woman and don't believe in +divorce! + +MISS GODESBY. Really! But then you're not married! + +MISS SILLERTON. What is the reason for so much divorce nowadays? + +RUTH. Marriage is the principal one. + +BLANCHE. _I_ don't believe in divorce, either. + +MISS SILLERTON. My dear, no woman married to as handsome a man as Mr. +Sterling would. + +TROTTER. You people are all out of date! More people get divorced +nowadays than get married. + +BLANCHE. Too many people do--that's the trouble. I meant what I said +when I was married--"for better, for worse, till death us do +part."--What is the opera Monday? + +TROTTER. Something of Wagner's. He's a Dodo bird! Bores me to death! Not +catchy enough music for me. + +MRS. HUNTER. You'd adore him if you went to Bayreuth. Which was that +opera, Clara, we heard at Bayreuth last summer? Was it _Faust_ or +_Lohengrin_! They play those two so much here I'm always getting them +mixed! + +MISS SILLERTON. Wagner didn't write _Faust_! + +MRS. HUNTER. Didn't he? I thought he had; he's written so many operas +the last few seasons! + +CLARA. I like _Tannhaeuser_, because as soon as you hear the "twinkle, +twinkle, little stars" song, you can cheer up and think of your wraps +and fur boots. + +TROTTER. My favorite operas are _San Toy_ and the _Roger Brothers_, +though I saw _Florodora_ thirty-six times! + +BLANCHE. Mother would have gone with you every one of those thirty-six +_Florodora_ times. She's not really fond of music. + +MRS. HUNTER. Not fond of music! Didn't I have an opera box for four +years? + +TROTTER. Why doesn't Conried make some arrangement with Weber and Fields +and introduce their chorus into _Faust_ and _Carmen_? + +DR. STEINHART. Great idea! [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] Did you get a lot of +jolly presents? + +MISS GODESBY. Not half bad, especially two fine French bulls! + +[_All are laughing and talking together._ + +BLANCHE. What did you get, Mr. Warden? + +WARDEN. Three copies of "David Harum," two umbrellas, and a cigar case +too short for my cigars. + +MISS GODESBY. Give it to me for cigarettes. + +WARDEN. It's too long for cigarettes. Then I had something that's either +a mouchoir or a handkerchief case, or for neckties, or shaving papers, +or something or other. + +TROTTER. Yes, I know, I got one of those, too. + +DR. STEINHART. So did I! + +BLANCHE. I must start the women; we are coming back here to arrange a +surprise for you men. + +[_She nods her head in signal to_ STERLING, _and rises. All rise._ + +STERLING. One moment please. One toast on Christmas night! Ned, give us +a toast. + +ALL THE WOMEN. [_But not in unison._] Oh, yes! A toast! [_Ad lib._] + +WARDEN. [_Holding up his glass._] + +Here's to those whom we love! And to those who love us! And to those who +love those whom we love And to those who love those who love us! + +ALL THE MEN. [_Not in unison._] Good! Bravo! Bully toast! [_Ad lib._] + +[_Every one drinks._ + +BLANCHE. One more toast, Dick. [_To the others._] Christmas Day is our +boy's birthday. + +RUTH. Surely! a toast to Richard! + +STERLING. Long life to Master Sterling, the best boy in the world, and +to all his good friends at this table. + +THE MEN. Hear! Hear! + +[_All the women speak their next speeches at the same time._ + +BLANCHE. [_Laughing._] Of course! I've dropped my handkerchief.} + } +[NED _dives under the table for it._ } + } +MISS SILLERTON. O dear, my fan! } + } +MISS GODESBY. What a bore! I've dropped a glove! } + } +[STEINHART _goes under the table for it._ } + } +CLARA. Both my gloves gone--I'm so sorry! } + } +[GODESBY _goes under the table for them._ } + } +MRS. HUNTER. Dick, please, I've dropped my smelling bottle. } [ALL + } _together_] +[TROTTER _and_ STERLING _go under the table for it._ } + } +RUTH. My gloves, please, I'm so sorry! } + } +[MASON _goes under the table for them._ } + } +[_The speeches of the women are simultaneous, followed } +by the movements of the men also, all at the same time._ } + +BLANCHE. Please don't bother; the servants-- + +LEONARD, JORDAN _and, two extra men start to hunt under the table, too._ + +MISS GODESBY. Women ought to have everything they own fastened to them +with rubberneck elastics. + +[_The men, somewhat flustered, all rise with the various articles, and +offer them to their respective owners._ + +[_All the women thank the men profusely, and apologize at the same +time._ STERLING _takes_ MRS. HUNTER _out at back, followed by all the +other couples, all talking._ RUTH _and_ MASON _lag behind._ + +RUTH. [_To_ BLANCHE, _who with_ WARDEN _waits for_ RUTH _and_ MASON _to +pass._] I want just a minute with Mr. Mason, Blanche. [BLANCHE _and_ +WARDEN _pass out before her._ RUTH _is alone with_ MASON. _She speaks as +if she were carrying on a conversation that had been interrupted. She +speaks in a lowered voice, indicating the private nature of what she has +to say._] I sent him imperative word yesterday I must have the bonds. I +told him I wanted one to give to his wife for Christmas. He pretends +to-day he didn't receive this letter, but he must have. + +MASON. This makes the third time there has been some excuse for not +giving you the bonds? + +RUTH. Yes, and this letter he says he didn't get was sent to his office +by hand. + +MASON. I'll speak to him before I leave. + +[_They go out at back._ + +[_As they pass out,_ JORDAN _stands by the doorway holding the curtains +back. The other three men stand stiffly at the Right. As_ MASON _and_ +RUTH _go out, the_ SERVANTS _relax and exchange glances, each giving a +little laugh out loud, except_ JORDAN. _During the following dialogue +they empty the table preparatory to arranging the room for the Christmas +tree._ + +JORDAN. Sh! A very dull dinner, not an interesting word spoke. + +FIRST FOOTMAN. The widder seemed chipper like! + +LEONARD. And did you get on to the old lady's rig-out; mourning don't +hang very heavy on her shoulders. + +[_One chair is moved back._ + +JORDAN. [_To_ FIRST FOOTMAN.] Get the coffee. [_He goes out Right. To_ +LEONARD.] Get the smoking lay-out! + +[LEONARD _goes out Right and brings back a silver tray laden with +cigarettes, cigar boxes, and a burning alcohol lamp._ + +LEONARD. If you ask me, I think she's going to put a bit more on the +matrimonial mare if she gets the chance. + +JORDAN. It's none of your business. You're _Mrs. Sterling's_ servant +now. + +LEONARD. Good thing, too; it was a happy day for us when _they_ moved +in. + +FIRST FOOTMAN. [_Reenters with the coffee._] Say, did you see how that +young feller over there [_Motioning to the lower right-hand corner of +the table._] shovelled the food in? + +LEONARD. And the way he poured down the liquid--regular hog! My arm's +tired a-filling of his glass. + +[_And he drinks a glass of champagne which has been left untouched by a +guest._ + +JORDAN. He ain't nobody; he hasn't any money; he was just asked to fill +up. He's one of these yere singing chaps what's asked to pass the time +after dinner with a song or two _gratis_. This dinner'll last him for +food for a week! + +_Their manners suddenly change as the men reenter and take seats about +the two ends of the table._ STERLING, MASON, _and_ DOCTOR _down Left +form one group. The other men are in a group between the window and the +other end. On entering_ STERLING _speaks._ + +STERLING. Jordan, for heaven's sake, give us something to see by! You +can't tell which end of your cigar to light in this confounded woman's +candle-light. If I had my way, I'd have candelabras made of Welsbachs! + +TROTTER. Bright idea, Sterling. + +[STERLING, _laughing, joins his group, who laugh gently with him._ +JORDAN _turns on the electric light. The servants pass the coffee, +liqueurs, and the cigars and cigarettes. Meanwhile the following +dialogue takes place, the men beginning to talk at once on their +entrance._ + +STERLING. Mr. Mason, I'd like to ask your honest opinion on something if +you'll give it me. + +MASON. Certainly. + +STERLING. This Hudson Electric Company. + +DR. STEINHART. Oh! Dropped fearfully to-day. + +STERLING. But that can happen easily with the best thing. To-morrow-- + +MASON. [_Interrupting._] To-morrow it will drop to its _very bottom_! + +STERLING. I don't believe it. + +DR. STEINHART. Surely, Mr. Mason, the men who floated that are too +clever to ruin _themselves_? + +MASON. They're out of it. + +STERLING. Out of it! + +MASON. They got out last week quietly. + +STERLING. But-- + +MASON. Mark my words, the day after to-morrow there'll be several +foolish people ruined, and _not one of the promoters of that company +will lose a penny_! + +STERLING. I don't believe it! + +[_The crowd at the other end of the table, who have been listening to a +tale from_ TROTTER, _laugh heartily._ + +TROTTER. [_Delighted with his success._] I'm no Dodo bird! + +[WARDEN _leaves this group casually and joins the other._ + +MASON. [_To_ STERLING.] Don't tell me _you're_ in it? + +STERLING. [_Ugly._] Yes, I am in it! + +MASON. Not _much?_ + +STERLING. Yes, _much!_ + +WARDEN. Much what? + +STERLING. Oh, nothing; we were just discussing stocks. + +WARDEN. And up there they're discussing Jeffreys and Fitzsimmons. + +MASON. Listen, Dick, after a lifelong experience in Wall Street, I defy +any broker to produce one customer who can show a profit after three +consecutive years of speculation. + +STERLING. Oh, you're too conservative; nothing venture, nothing have. +Excuse me, I think Jeffreys and Fitzsimmons more amusing topics. Come +along. + +[STERLING _and_ DR. STEINHART _join the other group Right._ + +MASON. [_To_ WARDEN.] You're Sterling's broker. + +WARDEN. No, not for over a year. + +MASON. Then you can't tell me how deep he is in this Hudson Electric +swindle? + +WARDEN. Is he in it at all? + +MASON. Yes, he says, deep. + +WARDEN. I suspected it yesterday. + +MASON. But what with--his wife's money? + +WARDEN. That went fourteen months ago. I put him on his feet then, gave +him some tips that enabled him to take this house with her mother, so +that with his regular law business he ought to have done very well, but +his living could not leave one cent over to speculate with. + +MASON. [_To himself._] Good God! + +WARDEN. I know what you're afraid of. + +MASON. No! + +WARDEN. Yes. The reason I'm no longer his broker is he was ashamed to +let me know about his dealings. + +MASON. But you don't mean you think he'd actually _steal_! + +WARDEN. His _aunt's_ money? Why not? _He did his wife's!_ + +MASON. Does he handle any one else's affairs? + +WARDEN. I know he takes care of that Godesby woman's property. + +MASON. And she wouldn't hold her tongue if a crash came! + +WARDEN. Not for a minute! Is Miss Hunter suspicious? + +MASON. Yes. Does Sterling realize that to-morrow he will most probably +be a ruined cheat? + +WARDEN. Very likely. + +MASON. If he made up his mind to-night it was all up with him, he might +do--what? + +WARDEN. Run away with whatever money he has left, or kill himself. I +don't know if he's enough of a coward for that or not. There's _one_ +hold on him--he loves his wife. + +MASON. Which will make him all the more ashamed of discovery. Do you +believe she suspects? + +WARDEN. Not a bit. She loves him too dearly. + +MASON. Can _we_ do anything? + +WARDEN. Nothing but watch him closely till the people go. Then force him +to make a clean breast of it, so we can all know where we stand; how we +can best protect his aunt from ruin and his wife and boy from public +disgrace. + +MASON. He is watching us. + +WARDEN. He knows I know him; we must be careful. He's coming toward us. +[_He then speaks in a different tone, but no louder._] You're certain of +the trustworthiness of your information? + +MASON. Absolutely. Every man left in that concern will be ruined before +the 'Change closes after to-morrow. [STERLING _has joined them in time +to hear the end of_ MASON'S _speech._ MASON _continues._] I am telling +Warden what I told you about the Hudson Electric Company. + +STERLING. Can't you talk of something pleasanter? + +[BLANCHE _reenters at back. On her entrance all the men rise. The +servants finish preparing the room for the tree._ + +BLANCHE. I'm very sorry--I really can't let you men stay here any +longer. + +ALL THE MEN. Why not? How's that? [_Ad lib._] + +BLANCHE. You know we want to get this room ready for Santa Claus! Dick! +[_She goes to her husband. All the men go out at back in a group led by_ +WARDEN _and_ MASON. _They are all talking and laughing._ BLANCHE _is +left alone with her husband._] What is this Aunt Ruth has been telling +me about not being able to get some bonds from you? + +STERLING. Oh, nothing. I forgot to send them up to her, that's all. + +BLANCHE. But she says she sent three times. + +STERLING. One time too late to get into the vault; and the other, her +letter was mislaid--I mean not given to me. + +BLANCHE. You haven't broken your word to me? + +STERLING. What if I had? + +BLANCHE. I would let the law take its course. + +STERLING. You must love me very little. + +BLANCHE. I _live_ with you. First you robbed me of my respect for you; +then you dried up my heart with neglect. + +STERLING. And our boy? + +BLANCHE. Your blood runs in his veins; your shame and disgrace would be +a fearful warning to him. It might kill _me_; but never mind, if it +_saved him_. + +STERLING. Oh, well, I haven't broken my word! So you needn't worry. I've +been honest enough. + +BLANCHE. [_With a long sigh of relief._] Oh! I hope so! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Appearing in doorway at back._] The men are in the +drawing-room--shall we come _here_? + +BLANCHE. Yes, we'll bring the others, mother. Come, Dick. + +[_She goes out with_ MRS. HUNTER _at back._ + +STERLING. [_Goes to door Right, opens it, and calls._] Leonard! + +[LEONARD _enters Right_ + +LEONARD. Yes, sir? + +STERLING. Go up to my library at the top of the house, get a railroad +guide you will find there, and bring it down and put it on the table in +the hall just outside the drawing-room door. + +LEONARD. Yes, sir. + +STERLING. Then go to my room and pack my bag and dressing case. Do you +understand? + +LEONARD. Yes, sir. + +[_The women are heard singing "Follow the Man from Cook's," and +gradually coming nearer._ + +STERLING. Be quick, and say nothing to any one. + +LEONARD. Yes, sir. + +[_He goes out quickly Right._ STERLING _goes up stage and stands beside +the door at back as the women dance in, singing "Follow the Man from +Cook's." They are led by_ CLARA, _with_ MRS. HUNTER _on the end._ +BLANCHE _and_ RUTH _follow alone, not dancing. The others dance around +the chairs and_ CLARA _jumps on and off one of them; this stops the +rest, who balk at it._ STERLING _goes out at back. The_ SERVANTS _enter +Right._ + +CLARA. I don't care for this dinner party at all. The women are all the +time being chased away from the men! I prefer being with Mr. Trotter. +Don't you, mama? + +MISS SILLERTON. He doesn't seem able to give a dinner party any more +without you to chaperone, Mrs. Hunter. + +BLANCHE. Mother, how can you? + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, I don't know as it's _chaperoning_! I like Mr. Trotter +very much. + +MISS SILLERTON. But he's such a little cad. I tried to give him a lift, +but he was too heavy for me. + +CLARA. Oh, well, you ought just to pretend it's the money in his pocket +makes him so heavy; then you'd find him dead easy. + +[_Meanwhile the_ SERVANTS _have arranged the table, taken out the extra +leaves and made it square, and left the room. They now reenter, bringing +in a gorgeously decorated and lighted Christmas tree. There is at once a +loud chorus of delighted approval from the women. The_ SERVANTS _place +the tree in the centre of the table. The women who are sitting rise and +come near to examine the tree._ + +RUTH. What a beautiful tree, Blanche! + +BLANCHE. The boy is to have it to-morrow morning--it's really _his_ +tree! [TOMPSON _brings in a large basket containing seven small +stockings and six small boys' socks--very small stockings and very small +socks. They are made of bright and different colors and are stuffed into +absurd, bulgy shapes._] There's a name on each one. Come along now! + +[_Taking out a little sock. The women crowd around the basket and each +hangs a sock on the tree,_ MISS GODESBY _and_ CLARA _standing on +chairs._ + +CLARA. [_Reading the name on her sock._] Oh! mine's for Mr. Mason. +What's in it, Blanche? + +BLANCHE. I really can't tell you. I asked the clerk where I bought it +what it was for, and he said he didn't know; it was a "Christmas +present." + +MISS GODESBY. [_Laughing._] Oh, I know the kind! Mine's for Howard +Godesby. What's his present? + +BLANCHE. A silver golf marker. + +MISS GODESBY. But he doesn't play golf! + +BLANCHE. Well, he ought to; it'll keep him young. + +CLARA. It will be all right, anyway, Julia! _You_ can give it away to +some one next Christmas. + +MISS SILLERTON. What's in Mr. Trotter's? + +BLANCHE. Oh, that present has almost been my death! Men are so hard to +find things for! I had put in a gold pencil for his key chain, but +to-night while we were eating our oysters, I saw him show a beauty that +his mother had given him this morning! So I whispered to Jordan between +the soup and fish to change Mr. Ryder's name to Mr. Trotter's stocking, +and put Mr. Trotter's name on the one that had a cigarette case in it. I +sneaked a message down to Dick on my dinner card--was it all right?--and +he sent back word during the game that Trotter only smoked cigars; so +before the ices were passed I shuffled Mr. Trotter's and Mr. Mason's +names,--I'd given Mason the cigar case,--and just as Jordan signalled to +me the transfer had been successfully effected, I heard Trotter casually +observe he'd been obliged to give up smoking entirely--_doctor's +orders_! + +[_They laugh punctiliously, rather bored by_ BLANCHE'S _long account._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Isn't the tree stunning? + +CLARA. [_Getting down from her chair._] It makes the table look like one +of Mr. Trotter's "informal little dinners." + +MISS GODESBY. They say he has one of those men who arrange shop windows +decorate his dinner table for him! + +BLANCHE. The only time I ever dined with him I was really ashamed to go +home with my dinner favor--it was so gorgeous! And there were such big +bunches of violets in the finger bowls there wasn't room for your little +finger. + +MISS GODESBY. You never saw such a lot of decoration! The game have +ribbon garters on their legs, and even the raw oysters wear corsage +bouquets! [_To_ MRS. HUNTER.] I hope you don't mind what we're saying, +Mrs. Hunter? + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Offended._] I must say I do mind very much.--[_A +pause._]--because--[_A second pause._]--well, I am going to marry Mr. +Trotter--[_All, not believing her, laugh merrily._] You are all very +rude! + +MISS GODESBY. Not on the level! Not _Trotter_! + +MISS SILLERTON. Not _really_! + +BLANCHE. No, no, of course not! + +[_She rings bell._ + +MRS. HUNTER. But I _am_! And I thought here at my daughter's table, +among my own friends (I was allowed to name the guests to-night), I +could count on good wishes and congratulations. + +[_There is a dead silence._ + +[_The musicians, a band of Neapolitan players, enter and take their +places in a recess at Left._ + +BLANCHE. [_To the musicians._] You may play. [_To_ JORDAN, _who has +brought in the Neapolitans._] We are ready, Jordan. + +[JORDAN _goes out at back._ + +[RUTH _goes to_ BLANCHE. + +[_The guitars and mandolins begin a popular song._ + +MISS GODESBY. [_To_ MRS. HUNTER.] Oh, well, Mrs. Hunter, we were only +codding! There's lots of good in Trotter, and I'm sure you'll bring it +out. Good luck! + +[_Shaking her hand._ + +RUTH. [_To_ BLANCHE, _aside._] You won't allow this! + +BLANCHE. Certainly not. [BLANCHE _crosses to her mother and they go to +one side together;_ BLANCHE _speaks in a lowered voice._] You've amazed +and shocked me! I will not tolerate such a thing; we'll talk it over +to-night. + +[_She leaves her and returns to her guests_, MRS. HUNTER _standing where +she is left, biting her lips and almost crying with rage and +mortification._ + +MISS GODESBY. [_Before the musicians, to_ BLANCHE _as she joins her._] +I'm crazy about these men, Mrs. Sterling; they play so awfully +well--especially that one with the lovely legs! + +[JORDAN _pulls aside the curtains at back and all the men reenter +except_ WARDEN. _They all join hands and dance around the tree, singing +with the musicians; they break, and go up to a side table, where +everything to drink is displayed._ WARDEN _enters at this moment and +motions to_ MASON _and leads him down stage._ + +WARDEN. There was a railway guide in the hall--that's what he went there +for; he's _going to run away to-night_. + +MASON. How'll we prevent it? + +WARDEN. First, we must break up this party! + +MASON. How? + +WARDEN. I haven't quite thought yet. Go back to the others; send Jordan +to me; don't lose sight of Dick. Jordan! [_He takes him aside._] I want +you to go out of this room for a minute, pretend to go upstairs, then +come back and tell Mrs. Sterling, loud enough for the others to hear +you, that Master Richard is very ill, and say the maid is frightened. + +JORDAN. [_Hesitating._] But-- + +WARDEN. [_Quickly and firmly._] Do as I tell you. I am responsible for +whatever happens. + +[JORDAN _goes out at back. The men and women are laughing and talking +about the sideboard._ + +BLANCHE. Come now, everybody! Let's have the presents. Dick, you know +you are to be Santa Claus. + +[STERLING _looks nervously at his watch._ + +STERLING. Just a minute, dear! Ned! [_Takes_ WARDEN _to one side. The +women move about the tree, hunting for their own names on the stockings +on the table at the foot of the tree._] Ned, I've been suddenly called +out of town on business--must catch the eleven-twenty train. I don't +want to break up the party, so you empty the tree, and when the time +comes for me to go, I'll slip out. + +WARDEN. And when your guests go? + +STERLING. Oh, then you can explain for me. + +[JORDAN _enters at back._ + +JORDAN. [_To_ BLANCHE.] Beg pardon, madam, but Master Richard is very +ill. + +BLANCHE. [_Alarmed._] Richard! + +JORDAN. Yes, ma'am, and Droves is very frightened, ma'am. + +RUTH. Richard ill? + +[_All give exclamations of surprise and regret and sympathy._ + +BLANCHE. My little boy ill? Excuse me, I must go to him. + +[_She hurries out at back._ RUTH _speaks to the musicians, who stop +playing._ + +STERLING. [_Moved._] My boy ill--why, I can't--I can't-- + +WARDEN. "Can't" what? + +STERLING. How can I go away? + +WARDEN. Surely you won't let business take you away from your boy who +may be dying. + +STERLING. No! I won't go! I'll face it out! I can't leave my boy like +this-- + +RUTH. [_Coming to_ STERLING.] I'm going to take these women away; tell +Blanche not to give them a thought. Their evening up to now has been +charming. + +[_During_ RUTH'S _speech_, WARDEN _has spoken aside with_ MASON. + +WARDEN. [_Aside to_ MASON.] Don't let Miss Hunter go. + +RUTH. [_To the other guests._] Come to the drawing-room. + +MRS. HUNTER. I was crazy to see what was in my stocking. + +[_All pass out talking, expressing conventional sympathy on account of_ +RICHARD, _but evidently resenting the breaking up of the party._ +STERLING _and_ WARDEN _are left alone in the room._ STERLING _moves to +go up to back;_ WARDEN _interrupts him._ + +WARDEN. [_To_ STERLING.] Where are you going? + +STERLING. To my boy and my wife. + +WARDEN. Wait a minute; I want to speak to you. + +STERLING. Speak to me later; I can't wait now. + +BLANCHE. [_Off stage, at back, excitedly._] Jordan! [_She enters, +excited, half hysterical._] Jordan! Where is Jordan? It was a lie! What +did he mean? Richard is sleeping sweetly. The maid knows nothing of +being alarmed! Where is Jordan? + +[_She starts to go toward the door Right._ + +WARDEN. [_Stops her._] Mrs. Sterling, he had nothing to do with it! _I_ +told Jordan to say what he said. + +[BLANCHE _turns and looks at_ WARDEN _in astonishment._ + +STERLING. [_Stunned and at once suspicious._] What? + +BLANCHE. But-- + +WARDEN. Forgive me for so cruelly alarming you; it was the only way I +could think of for getting rid at once of your guests! + +STERLING. [_Angry._] You'll interfere once too often in the affairs of +this house. + +BLANCHE. [_Indignant._] But what excuse can you make, Mr. Warden? + +WARDEN. Will you be so good as to ask Miss Hunter and Mr. Mason to come +here? They will explain what I have done, partly, and your husband will +tell you the rest when you come back. + +[STERLING _sneers aloud._ + +BLANCHE. I don't understand, I don't understand. + +[_She goes out at back._ + +STERLING. Well, I _do_ understand, at least enough. + +WARDEN. Good! That spares me a very disagreeable speech. + +STERLING. No, it doesn't! Come out with it! What is it you want? What is +it you've found out? + +WARDEN. From betraying a trust, you've come, in less than two years, to +an outright embezzlement. + +STERLING. Speak out--give us facts! + +WARDEN. You've stolen your aunt's fortune. + +STERLING. _Prove that!_ + +WARDEN. It's _her money_ that's lost in the Hudson Electric Company! + +STERLING. PROVE IT! + +WARDEN. Easy enough, to-morrow. + +STERLING. You've got to excuse your action _to-night_ or _be kicked_ out +of my house! + +WARDEN. [_Strong._] Isn't what I say the truth? + +STERLING. [_Equally strong._] No! And now get out! + +WARDEN. [_Looks at his watch._] I'll not leave this house till it's too +late for you to take that eleven-twenty. + +STERLING. [_More ugly._] Yes, you will and mighty-- + +WARDEN. _No, I'll not!_ + +[_He is interrupted by the entrance of_ BLANCHE, RUTH, _and_ MASON. + +WARDEN. [_To_ BLANCHE.] I _hope_ you forgive me now-- + +BLANCHE. [_Pathetically._] You did right; I thank you. + +STERLING. [_Heartbroken._] Blanche--without hearing a word from me! + +BLANCHE. No, I've come now to hear what _you_ have to say. + +[_A deep-toned clock strikes eleven._ STERLING, _at the second stroke, +takes out his watch with a hurried movement._ + +WARDEN. [_Quickly._] Eleven o'clock. + +STERLING. I wish Warden to leave the room. + +BLANCHE. [_Firmly._] And I wish him to stay. + +[_A short pause._ + +STERLING. Well, of what am I accused? + +WARDEN. Nobody wants to accuse you. We want you to make a clean breast +of it. + +STERLING. Don't you talk to me; let my wife do the talking if you want +me to answer. + +BLANCHE. Sit down, Aunt Ruth. [RUTH _sits by the table_, WARDEN _stands +at back._ STERLING _stands at Right and_ BLANCHE _and_ MASON _sit near +the centre._] Aunt Ruth asks you to give her a true account of her trust +in you. Mr. Mason is here as her friend and my father's. + +STERLING. I haven't said I betrayed her trust. I told her she should +_have_ the bonds she wants to-morrow. + +BLANCHE. But _will_ she? That's what I want to know. I ask you if you +haven't her bonds, to tell us here now,--tell _us_, who have been and +must be still the best friends, perhaps the only friends, you can have. +Tell us where we all stand--are we the only ones to suffer or are there +others who will perhaps be less generous in their treatment of you? Tell +us now while there is time perhaps to save us from public scandal, from +the disgrace which would stamp your wife as the wife of a thief, and +send your boy out into the world the son of a convict cheat. [_She +breaks down, but in a moment controls herself. There is no answer._ +STERLING _sinks into a chair, his arms on the table, his head on his +arms. A moment's silence._] You _love_ me--I know that. I appeal to your +love; let your love of me persuade you to do what I ask. I ask it for +your sake and for _mine_! Tell us here the truth now--it will spare me +much to-morrow, perhaps--me whom you love--for love of me-- + +STERLING. [_In an agony._] I'm afraid I'll lose you-- + +BLANCHE. No, I'll promise to stand by you if you'll only tell _us all_ +the truth. + +STERLING. [_In a low, shamed voice._] I'll tell _you_, but not +_now_--not before all these others. + +[BLANCHE _looks up questioningly to_ MASON. MASON _shakes his head._ + +BLANCHE. It _must_ be _now_, Dick. + +STERLING. No! no! I can't look you in the face and tell it! Let me tell +it to you _alone_, later, in the dark. + +[BLANCHE _looks up questioningly to_ MASON. _He shakes his head._ + +BLANCHE. It must be now. + +STERLING. No, no, I'm too ashamed, I can't face you; in the dark I'll +make a clean breast of it--let me tell you in the dark. + +[WARDEN _moves and puts his hand on the electric-light button beside the +doorway at back._ + +WARDEN. In the DARK, then, _tell it_! + +[_He presses the button and all the lights go out. The stage is in +complete darkness; only the voices are heard from the different places +in which the actors are last seen._ + +BLANCHE. [_Quickly._] Remember, to help you to help ourselves, we must +know everything. Go on. + +STERLING. It began fourteen months ago, after Ned Warden put me on my +feet; I got a little ahead--why not get way ahead? There were plenty of +men around me making their fortunes! I wanted to equal them--climb as +high as they; it seemed easy enough for them, and luck had begun to come +my way. We're all climbers of some sort in this world. I was a climber +after wealth and everything it brings-- + +[_He stops a moment._ + +BLANCHE. [_Her voice comes throbbing with pathetic emotion through the +darkness._] And _I_ after _happiness_ and all it brings. + +STERLING. [_Deeply moved, his voice trembles for a moment, but only for +a moment._] Don't, Blanche, or I can't finish. Well, I borrowed on some +of Aunt Ruth's bonds and speculated--I made a hundred thousand in a +week! I put back the bonds. But it had been so easy! I could see those +bonds grinning at me through the iron side of the vault box. They seemed +to smile and beckon, to _beg_ me to take them out into the air again! +They grew to be like living things to me, servants of mine to get me +gold--and finally I determined to make one bigger coup than ever! I took +Aunt Ruth's bonds out and all the money available in my trust, and put +it _all_ into this new company! It seemed so safe. I stood to be a +prince among the richest! And, for a day or so, I've known nothing short +of a miracle could save me from being wanted by the police! To-night I +gave up even the miracle. That's all. It's no use saying I'm sorry. + +[_A moment's pause._ + +MASON. Have others suffered besides Miss Hunter? + +STERLING. There is some money of Aunt Ruth's left--stock I couldn't +transfer. But I used the money of others--Miss Godesby and Ryder's. + +MASON. Miss Ruth, a large part of your fortune is gone, used unlawfully +by this man. Will you resort to the law? + +RUTH. [_Very quietly._] No! + +BLANCHE. [_In a voice broken with emotion and gratitude._] Aunt Ruth! + +MASON. We can't hope Miss Godesby and Ryder will be as lenient! You must +go to them in the morning--tell them everything, put yourself at their +mercy, ask for time and their silence. + +STERLING. _Never!_ I couldn't do it. + +MASON. It is the only honorable way out of your dishonorable action--the +least you can do! + +STERLING. Confess to their faces, and probably to no good? Eat the dust +at their feet, and most likely be clapped into prison for it? _No, thank +you!_ + +BLANCHE. Suppose _I_ went to them? + +STERLING. You? + +RUTH. No! Why should _you_! + +STERLING. Yes! Why not? They might keep silent for _her_! + +BLANCHE. I would do it for my boy's sake. Yes, _I'll_ go. + +STERLING. _Yes!_ _You_ go, Blanche. + +RUTH. No, you _shan't_ go--you shan't humiliate yourself in his place! + +MASON. Certainly not; and if your husband is willing, we are not +willing! _He_ must go. + +BLANCHE. But if he _won't_? + +MASON. He _must_! + +RUTH. You must demand his going, Blanche, and I demand it, too, as +something due to me. + +BLANCHE. Very well. I demand it. Will you go? + +[_A moment's silence._ + +WARDEN. Why don't you speak? [_He presses the electric button and all +the lights come on._ STERLING _is at the doorway at back, about to steal +out. There is an exclamation aloud from all of surprise and disgust. The +clock strikes the quarter;_ WARDEN _catches hold of_ STERLING'S _arm._] +What's your hurry, Dick? There goes the quarter hour; you could never +catch the eleven-twenty. + +STERLING. Damn you! + +[_Facing_ WARDEN _squarely, as_ + +THE CURTAIN FALLS QUICKLY + + + + +ACT III + + +_At "The Hermitage," on the Bronx River, the next afternoon. The house +is on the Left, and on the Right and at the back are the green lattice +arches. Snow lies thick everywhere, on the benches at the Right and on +the little iron table beside it, on the swing between two trees at the +Right, in the red boxes of dead shrubs, on the rocks and dried grass of +a "rookery" in the centre, and on the branches of the trees._ CLARA +_comes out from the house, followed by_ TROTTER. + + +CLARA. Come on and let mama rest awhile--naturally she's excited and +tired out, being married so suddenly and away from home. [_She stops +beside the swing, taking hold of its side rope with her hand._] It isn't +every mother who can elope without her oldest child's consent and have +her youngest daughter for a bridesmaid. + +[_Laughing._ + +TROTTER. I hope Mrs. Sterling will forgive me. Perhaps she will when she +sees how my money can help your mother and me to get right in with all +the smarties! + +CLARA. Oh, don't you be too sure about your getting in; it isn't as easy +as the papers say! But, anyway, that wouldn't make any difference to +Blanche. She was never a climber like mama and me. I suppose that's why +she is asked to all sorts of houses through Aunt Ruth that wouldn't let +mama and me even leave our cards on the butler! + +TROTTER. I thought your mother could go anywhere she liked. + +CLARA. Oh, no, she couldn't! if she made you think that, it was only a +jolly! Blanche is the only one of us who really went everywhere. Come +along, "_Poppa_," give me a swing! I haven't had one for years! + +[_She sweeps off the snow from the seat of the swing with her hand._ + +TROTTER. Your mother certainly did represent-- + +CLARA. [_Sitting in the swing._] Oh, well, now don't blame mama! She +couldn't help herself; she always thought you _dreadfully handsome_! +Swing me! + +TROTTER. I don't care, anyway. I'm deucedly proud of your mother,--I +mean of _my wife_,--and I'd just as lief throw up the whole society +business and go off and live happily by ourselves. + +CLARA. O dear! I think mama would find that awfully dull. Go on, swing +me! [TROTTER _swings her._] Of course, you'll find mama a little +different when you see her all the time. You really won't see much more +of her, though, than you do now. She doesn't get up till noon, and has +her masseuse for an hour every morning, her manicure and her mental +science visitor every other day, and her face steamed three times a +week! She has to lie down a lot, too, but you mustn't mind that; you +must remember she isn't our age! + +TROTTER. [_Swings her._] She _suits_ me! + +CLARA. That's just what _I feel_! You'll take care of her, and me, too, +all our lives, and that's what makes me so happy. I'm full of plans! +We'll go abroad soon and stay two years. [_He has stopped swinging +her._] Go on, swing me! + +TROTTER. [_Holding the swing still._] Say! if you think you are going to +run me and the whole family, you're a Dodo bird! Remember that you're my +daughter; you must wait a little if you want to be a mother-in-law. + +[_Sleigh-bells are heard in the distance, coming nearer._ + +CLARA. Good gracious! If you ask _me_, I think mama has got her hands +full. What's become of Miss Godesby and her brother? + +TROTTER. When you went upstairs with your mother, they went down the +road. + +CLARA. You know originally the idea was _I_ was to marry you. + +TROTTER. Really-- + +CLARA. [_Laughingly._] Yes, and mama cut me out. + +TROTTER. Oh, well, it can't be helped; we can't marry everybody. + +CLARA. [_Noticing the bells._] _Somebody else arriving!_ That's +queer--nobody comes here in the winter; that's why we chose it, because +it would be quiet! Let's play this game. + +[_Going to an iron frog on a box which stands near the house._ + +TROTTER. Perhaps it's Mrs. Sterling. + +CLARA. No; if she was coming at all, she'd have come in time for the +wedding. [_She takes up the disks which lie beside the frog._] I should +hate to get married like you and mama--no splurge and no presents! Why, +the presents'd be half the fun! And think of all those you and she've +given in your life, and have lost now a good chance of getting back. + +[_Throws a disk into the frog's open mouth._ + +TROTTER. _I'll_ give your mother all the presents she wants. I can +afford it; I don't want anybody to give us anything! + +CLARA. You talk like Jess! [_Throws another disk._] You know Jess earns +her own living. She goes around to smart women's houses answering their +invitations and letters for 'em. She calls it being a visiting +secretary, but I tell her she's a _co-respon-dent_! + +[_Throws a disk._ + +[WARDEN _and_ MASON _enter from behind the house quickly, with a manner +of suppressed excitement. They are surprised to find_ CLARA _and_ +TROTTER. + +WARDEN. Why, here they are! + +MASON. No, only Miss Clara and Trotter. + +WARDEN. Lucky I met you--you must take me back in your sleigh. + +MASON. Yes, the riding's beastly. + +TROTTER. Hello! I say, were you invited? + +CLARA. Merry Christmas! + +WARDEN. We came to see the Godesbys. + +CLARA. They've gone down the road. + +MASON. Sterling isn't here, is he? + +TROTTER. No, haven't seen him. + +CLARA. Do you know _why_ we're here? + +[MASON _and_ WARDEN _are embarrassed._ + +MASON. Yes--er--er--a--many happy returns, Mr. Trotter. + +TROTTER. It's a great day for me, Mr. Mason! + +WARDEN. Wish you joy, Trotter! + +[_Embarrassed and not going near him._ TROTTER _rushes eagerly to him +and grasps his hand warmly._ + +TROTTER. Thank you, old man! I say! _Thank you!_ + +MASON. Miss Clara, would you do me the great favor of going down the +road and hurrying the Godesbys back if you see them? + +CLARA. Yes, I don't mind; come along, Trotty! + +WARDEN. You must excuse Trotter. I want a talk with him if he will give +me five minutes. + +CLARA. Oh, certainly. + +[_She goes out Left behind the house._ + +WARDEN. [_To_ MASON.] Will you see Mrs. Hunter? + +TROTTER. I beg your pardon, Mrs. _Trotter_! + +WARDEN. [_Politely._] I beg yours. [_To_ MASON.] See Mrs. Trotter. + +MASON. [_Aside to_ WARDEN.] You're going to ask _him_ to go on Dick's +note for Ryder? + +WARDEN. [_In a low voice._] Yes. + +MASON. You're a wonder! As if _he_ would! + +WARDEN. _Somebody must_, and there's nobody else. That boy and that +mother have got to be saved! + +MASON. I'm sorry my name's no good for us. + +WARDEN. And mine mustn't be used. + +MASON. No, indeed! The minute that was done, there'd be a new +complication, and more trouble would tumble down on Mrs. Sterling's +head. Good luck. + +[_Shakes his hand and enters the house._ + +TROTTER. What's up? _You_ haven't come to kick about my wedding, have +you? I wouldn't stand for that, you know! + +WARDEN. It's not that, Mr. Trotter. Your wife's son-in-law, Sterling, +has turned out a blackguard; he has had intrusted to him Miss Ruth +Hunter's money and several other people's, and he's used it all for +speculation of his own. + +TROTTER. Then he's a damned thief! + +[_He sits on the bench with the manner that he has settled the subject._ + +WARDEN. So he is, and he's ruined. + +TROTTER. Well, prison is the place for _him_. + +WARDEN. We won't argue that, but how about his family--they get punished +for what he has done; they must share his disgrace. + +TROTTER. Oh, well, my wife is out of all that now--_she's Mrs. Trotter_. + +WARDEN. Yes, but _her own daughter_ suffers. + +TROTTER. [_On the defensive._] She isn't very chummy with her classy +eldest daughter. + +WARDEN. Never mind that; you know without my telling you that Mrs. +Sterling is a fine woman. + +TROTTER. She's always snubbed me right and left, but, by George, I must +own she is a fine woman. + +WARDEN. That's right! [_Clapping him on the back and putting his arm +around his shoulder._] Look here--help us save her! + +TROTTER. How? + +WARDEN. Indorse a note of Sterling's to give Ryder to keep him quiet. + +TROTTER. I'd have to ask my wife. + +WARDEN. No! Don't start off like that! Keep the reins in your own hands +at the very beginning,--make her realize from this very day that you're +raised up on the cushion beside her; that she's sitting lower down +admiring the scenery, while you do the driving through life! + +TROTTER. [_Half laughing._] Ha! I guess you're right. Box seat and reins +are good enough for me! + +WARDEN. Good boy! Then we can count on you to sign this note? + +TROTTER. Where's _my_ security? + +WARDEN. I can get you security if you want it. + +TROTTER. Of course I want it! And I say, where are _you_? Why aren't +_you_ in it? + +WARDEN. There are reasons why my name had better not appear; you are in +the family. But I'll tell you what I'll do, Trotter; I'll secure _you_ +with a note of my own--only you must keep it dark; you mustn't even let +Mason know. + +TROTTER. All right, perhaps I'm a Dodo bird, but I'll do it. Say, I seem +to have married a good many of this classy family! + +WARDEN. Trotter, no one's done you justice! And, by George! you deserve +a better fate--er--I mean--my best wishes on your wedding day. + +[TROTTER _shakes his hand delightedly._ + +TROTTER. Great day for me! What I wanted was style and position, and +some one classy who would know how to spend my money for me! + +WARDEN. Well, you've got _that, surely_! + +[CLARA _comes back from the house._ + +CLARA. The Godesbys are coming. Trotter, there's skating on the river +near here, and they've skates in the house--don't you want a spin? + +TROTTER. Yes, I don't mind--if my wife doesn't need me! [CLARA _laughs +as_ GODESBY _and_ MISS GODESBY _enter from behind the house._ TROTTER +_meets them, with_ CLARA _on his arm._] Excuse us for a little while! + +CLARA. _Poppa_ and I're going skating! + +[_They go out Left._ + +GODESBY. Hello, Warden. + +WARDEN. Good morning, Miss Godesby. + +MISS GODESBY. Good morning. + +WARDEN. How are you, Godesby? I've come on a matter most serious, most +urgent--something very painful. + +GODESBY. What is it? + +[_Comes forward._ + +WARDEN. Both of you trusted Dick Sterling. + +MISS GODESBY. What's he done? + +WARDEN. Misused your funds. + +GODESBY. How d'you mean? + +WARDEN. I mean that the money you intrusted to him is gone, and I've +come to make a proposition to you. + +MISS GODESBY. Gone? + +[GODESBY _and_ MISS GODESBY _are aghast. A second's silence, during +which_ GODESBY _and_ MISS GODESBY _look at each other, then back at_ +WARDEN. + +GODESBY. Do you mean to say-- + +WARDEN. The money is _gone_, every penny of it, and I want you to accept +a note from Sterling to cover the amount. + +MISS GODESBY. I can't _grasp_ it! + +GODESBY. Where is Sterling? Why didn't _he_ come? + +WARDEN. He was ashamed. + +GODESBY. I should hope so! + +WARDEN. Several of us are going to stick by him; we'll manage to put him +on his feet again, and we want you to accept his note. + +GODESBY. [_Incredulous._] Accept his note? + +MISS GODESBY. [_Also incredulous._] On _what security_? + +GODESBY. [_Quickly._] You'll do nothing of the sort, Julia! + +MISS GODESBY. I'll see him where he belongs, in State's Prison, first! + +WARDEN. That wouldn't bring you back your money. + +MISS GODESBY. Neither will his note! + +WARDEN. If I get it indorsed? + +GODESBY. Likely! + +MISS GODESBY. Rather! + +WARDEN. I want your silence to keep it from the public for the family's +sake. I've secured a satisfactory indorser for a note to satisfy Ryder's +claim. + +MISS GODESBY. Why didn't you give him to _me_ instead of Ryder? + +WARDEN. I felt you would be willing, out of friendship-- + +[_There are sleigh-bells in the distance, coming nearer._ + +MISS GODESBY. Huh! you must take me for an idiot! + +WARDEN. Out of friendship for his wife. + +MISS GODESBY. Blanche Sterling! I never could bear her! She's always +treated me like the dirt under her feet! + +WARDEN. You dined with her last night. + +MISS GODESBY. That was to please her mother. No, if my money's gone, +Sterling's got to suffer, and the one slight consolation I shall have +will be that Blanche Sterling will have to come off her high horse. + +[_The sleigh-bells stop._ + +GODESBY. [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] Ten to one if you agree to sign this +note-- + +WARDEN. And keep silent. + +MISS GODESBY. [_Satirically._] Oh, yes, of course, the next morning when +I wake up Sterling will be gone! Nobody knows where! + +WARDEN. I've had it out with Sterling! I am here as his representative. +I give you my word of honor Sterling will not run away. It is under such +an understanding with him that I am pleading his case in his stead. He +will stay here and work till he has paid you back, every cent. + +[JESSICA _enters hurriedly from the house._ + +JESSICA. [_In great excitement._] Mr. Warden, Mr. Warden, Dick has gone! + +WARDEN. _Sterling? Gone?_ + +MISS GODESBY. _Gone?_ + +GODESBY. That's _good_! + +WARDEN. Don't be a fool, Godesby. How do you mean "gone," Miss Hunter? + +JESSICA. I don't altogether know. While I was out this morning, Blanche +received a message from mother saying she'd been-- + +[_She hesitates, looking toward_ GODESBY _and_ MISS GODESBY. + +WARDEN. They know. They're your mother's guests here. + +JESSICA. She told Blanche they would be glad to have her here at one +o'clock for breakfast. Blanche ordered the sleigh at once and went away, +leaving word for me I was to open any message which might come for her. + +WARDEN. [_To_ GODESBY.] Has she been here? + +GODESBY. Not that I know of. + +MISS GODESBY. [_Eager to hear more._] No, no! + +JESSICA. No, they say not. She probably went first to Aunt Ruth's. +Before I got back, Dick, who'd been out-- + +WARDEN. He was at my house. + +JESSICA. Yes. He came back, questioned Jordan as to where Blanche was, +went upstairs, and then went away again, leaving a note for Blanche, +which I found when I came home-- + +WARDEN. [_Eagerly._] Yes? + +JESSICA. It simply said, "Good-by. Dick." + +MISS GODESBY. [_Very angry._] Oh! + +GODESBY. [_Quickly._] He's taken a train! He's cleared out! + +WARDEN. Do you know if he took a bag or anything with him? + +JESSICA. No, he took nothing of that sort. Jordan went into his room and +found a drawer open and empty, a drawer in which Dick kept--a +_pistol_!-- + +[_She drops her voice almost to a whisper._ + +WARDEN. Good God, he's shot himself! + +JESSICA. Perhaps not--he left the house. + +WARDEN. Yes, if he were really determined to shoot himself, why wouldn't +he have done it there in his own room? + +JESSICA. What can we do? What can we do? + +WARDEN. I'll get Mr. Mason; he's with your mother; he must go back to +town at once. + +[_Going to the house._ + +JESSICA. He can go with me; I'd better be at the house. Some one must be +there. + +WARDEN. Good! + +[_He goes into the house._ + +[MISS GODESBY _and her brother ignore and apparently forget the presence +of_ JESSICA _in their excitement. They both speak and move excitedly._ + +MISS GODESBY. I ought to have suspected something when Sterling told me +he was getting ten per cent for my money,--the blackguard! + +GODESBY. I always told you you were a fool not to take care of your +money yourself! You know more about business than most men. + +MISS GODESBY. I didn't want to be bothered; besides, there was always +something very attractive about Sterling. I don't mind telling you that +if he had fallen in love with me instead of the stiff-necked woman he +married, I'd have tumbled over myself to get him. + +GODESBY. How do you feel about him now? + +MISS GODESBY. Now! Thank God, I'm saved such a waking up! It's going to +make a big difference with my income, Howard! I wonder if his wife knew +he was crooked! I'll bet you she's got a pot of money stowed away all +right in her own name. + +JESSICA. [_Who can bear no more, interrupts._] + +Please--please! Remember that you're speaking of my sister and that +every word you are saying cuts through me like a knife. + +MISS GODESBY. I beg your pardon; I ought to have thought. I like and +respect you, Jess, and I've been very rude. + +JESSICA. You've been more than that; you've been cruelly unjust to +Blanche in all that you've said! + +MISS GODESBY. Perhaps I have, but I don't feel in a very generous mood; +I've some excuse--so please forgive me. + +[WARDEN _reenters Left._ + +WARDEN. [_To_ JESSICA.] Mason is waiting for you with the sleigh. He's +going first to my house. Dick may have gone back there to hear the +result of my interview with Ryder,--then Mason'll try his own house and +Sterling's club. + +GODESBY. The _police_ are the best men to find Sterling, whatever's +happened. + +WARDEN. [_To_ GODESBY.] You wait a minute with me; I haven't finished +with you yet. [_To_ JESSICA.] I'll stay here for your sister, in case +she comes. + +[JESSICA _goes out Left._ + +GODESBY. [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] Don't you give in! + +MISS GODESBY. Not for a minute! [_To_ WARDEN.] Don't you think, under +the circumstances, the wedding breakfast had better be called off, and +my brother and I go back to town? + +WARDEN. Not till you've given me your promise, both of you, that you +will keep silent about the embezzlement of your bonds for the sake of +Mrs. Sterling and her son. + +MISS GODESBY. [_Half laughs._] Huh! + +WARDEN. For the sake of her mother, who is your friend. + +[_Sleigh-bells start up loud and die off quickly;_ JESSICA _has gone._ + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, come, you know what sort of friends we are,--for the +amusement we can get out of each other. This is the case,--I trusted +this man with my affairs. He was very attractive--I don't deny that; +business with Dick Sterling became more or less of a pleasure--but that +doesn't cut any ice with me; he's stolen my money. To put it plainly, +he's a common thief, and he ought to be punished; why should he go scot +free and a lot of others not? You know perfectly well his note wouldn't +be worth the paper it was written on; and, anyway, if he hasn't gone and +sneaked out of the world, I won't lift my little finger to keep him from +the punishment he deserves! + +GODESBY. Good for you, Julia! + +WARDEN. Don't you put your oar in, Godesby; just let this matter rest +between your sister and me! She's always been known as the best man in +your family. + +GODESBY. You don't choose a very conciliatory way of bringing us around! + +WARDEN. I'm not choosing any way at all; I'm striking right out from the +shoulder. There isn't time for beating round the bush! I'm pleading for +the good name and honorable position of a perfectly innocent, a fine, +woman, and for the reputation and unimpeded career of her son! And I +make that appeal as man to man and woman! + +MISS GODESBY. I have nothing to do with any one in this matter but +Sterling himself, who has robbed me, and I'll gladly see him suffer for +it! + +WARDEN. Now look here, Miss Godesby, you belong to a pretty tough crowd +in society, but I know at heart you're not a bad sort! What good will it +do you? Granted even that you don't care for Mrs. Sterling, still don't +tell me you're the kind of woman to take a cruel pleasure in seeing +another woman suffer! I wouldn't believe it! You're not one of those +catty creatures! You're a clever woman, and I don't doubt you can be a +pretty hard one, too, at times; but you're _just_--that's the point +now--you're _JUST_-- + +MISS GODESBY. [_Interrupting._] Exactly! I'm just, an eye for an eye! +Sterling is a thief, let him get the deserts of one! + +[_She sits on the bench determinedly._ + +WARDEN. But you can't look at only one side! You can't shut your eyes to +his wife's suffering, too, and she doesn't deserve it! Neither does her +boy deserve to share his disgrace. [_He sits beside her._] Why, you have +it in your power to handicap that boy through his whole life by +publishing his father a criminal; or you can give that boy a fair show +to prove himself more his _mother's son_ than his father's, and to live +an honest--who knows--perhaps a noble life! + +MISS GODESBY. I refuse to accept such a responsibility. Ryder-- + +WARDEN. [_Rises, interrupting her._] Ryder's word is given to be silent. + +MISS GODESBY. Well, that's _his_ lookout. + +WARDEN. You'll have many a heart wrench, I'll bet you! You'll have to +run across the results of the harm you do to Mrs. Sterling and Richard +day in and day out, year after year! I don't believe you realize what it +means! Why, I know _you_ can't bear to see a _dog_ suffer! I met you +last week on the street carrying a mangy, crippled brute of a little dog +in your arms, afraid lest he'd get into the hands of the +vivisectionists, and yet here you'll let a boy and his mother-- + +MISS GODESBY. [_Interrupts him, struggling against a tiny emotion which +he has stirred._] Stop Stop! I don't want you working on my feelings +that way. + +[_She rises and turns from him_ + +WARDEN. [_Follows her._] I'm only knocking at the door of your heart. +And now because it's opened just a tiny way, you want to shut it in my +face again. Will you leave this woman's name fit for her to use? _Won't_ +you make that boy's life worth living to him? + +MISS GODESBY. [_After a moment's pause, looks straight into_ WARDEN'S +_face._] I'll tell you what I'll do. Get me some security, some sort of +indorsement of Sterling's note-- + +WARDEN. If the man's only alive! + +MISS GODESBY. And I'll hold my tongue. + +WARDEN. How long will you give me? + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, come, I can't have any monkey business! You must get +me my security to-day. + +WARDEN. To-day? + +MISS GODESBY. Yes. + +WARDEN. But-- + +MISS GODESBY. That's my last word. + +GODESBY. Stick to that, Julia! + +WARDEN. I shan't try to persuade her against that. Will you leave your +sister alone with me a moment. Perhaps you'll see about your sleigh +being ready to return to town. + +GODESBY. I've no objection--if Julia wishes it. + +MISS GODESBY. Yes, go on, Howard! + +[GODESBY _goes out back of house._ + +WARDEN. [_Left alone with_ MISS GODESBY, _goes nearer to her._] Look, +here! Will you accept _my_ indorsement? Will _I_ be all right? + +MISS GODESBY. [_Incredulously._] Certainly. + +WARDEN. Then it's settled? + +MISS GODESBY. You don't mean it! + +WARDEN. I do. + +MISS GODESBY. You'd be willing to lose--[_A revelation comes to her._] +Oh--for _Mrs. Sterling_! I see! + +WARDEN. [_Very seriously._] I _wouldn't_. I wouldn't see. + +MISS GODESBY. And she's always been blackguarding me for my affairs with +men! And all the time-- + +WARDEN. [_Interrupts strongly._] Don't say any more, please, _Miss +Godesby_! I only wish your brother had said that much instead of you. + +MISS GODESBY. [_Disagreeably._] So you're in love with Blanche Sterling? + +WARDEN. No! + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, come, don't tell a lie about it; that will only make +it seem worse. + +WARDEN. Well, suppose I were in love with her--what of it? + +MISS GODESBY. Nothing; only, my dear Warden, that woman-- + +WARDEN. [_Interrupts._] Wait a minute! You've got me in a corner, but +knowing half the truth, you mustn't _guess_ the whole. She is even more +ignorant of my love for her than you were ten minutes ago! [MISS GODESBY +_smiles and makes a little satirical exclamation._] You don't believe +that, but I'll _make_ you. I'm going to tell _you_ something I've never +even told myself. I'm going to put you to a big test, because I've got +to. Apparently, I can't help myself; but after all, somehow I believe in +the human nature in you, and you've got it in your power to help or hurt +the woman I love--I say those words aloud for the first time--the woman +I love! + +[_He has finished his speech in a lowered tone throbbing with controlled +feeling._ + +MISS GODESBY. [_Incredulously._] You've never told her? + +WARDEN. Never; and you show how little you really know her when you ask +that question! She loves her husband. + +MISS GODESBY. I'm not so sure about that! + +WARDEN. I am, and I _love her_. But surely the silent love of a man, +like mine, is no insult to a good woman--cannot harm her! A love that is +never spoken, not even whispered, can't hurt any one, except, perhaps, +the one who loves. You must acknowledge even _you_ have never heard a +hint; you _showed_ just now your real surprise at what circumstances +revealed to you! I'd die sooner than bring the slightest shadow of a +scandal on her, and I've hugged my secret tight. Have you any idea what +such a love means? How it grows and grows, its strength shut in, held +back, doubling and redoubling its powers!--its ideality increasing, the +passion _suppressed_, locked up! Good God! I tremble sometimes when I +think--suppose some day it should burst out, _break_ my control, MASTER +ME! [_A pause._] And here, now, I've told _you_; I'm sorry, but I had to +for _her_ sake again. Will you help me keep my secret? + +MISS GODESBY. [_After a second's pause._] Yes, because I believe you. + +WARDEN. And Mrs. Sterling? + +MISS GODESBY. [_Slowly, with sincere meaning._] I envy her! + +[_Her voice breaks and she turns away from him._ + +WARDEN. No one is to know I indorse Sterling's note? + +MISS GODESBY. You needn't sign the note; my brother'd have to see it. +I'll take your word for the indorsement. + +[_She offers him her hand. They shake hands._ + +WARDEN. What a brick you are! You know you don't do yourself anything +like justice in the world! + +[GODESBY _reenters Left and after him a_ MAN SERVANT _in ordinary +clothes, who passes through the archway at back Centre._ + +GODESBY. Ready! + +WARDEN. [_Aside to her._] You can promise his silence about Sterling? + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, yes, he's absolutely dependent upon me. + +WARDEN. Thank you. + +MISS GODESBY. [_To_ NED _with a forced gaiety._] Good-by! + +WARDEN. [_Again shaking her hand_] Good-by. + +[_He looks his thanks at her._ + +GODESBY. Well? What did you do? + +MISS GODESBY. [_As they go._] Don't worry; I've taken care of myself for +many years, and I still feel up to it! + +[_They go out Left and at the same time the_ SERVANT _enters from the +archway at back Centre carrying some fire logs in his arms. This_ +SERVANT _speaks with a slight French accent. As he reaches the house,_ +WARDEN _stops him with a question, and the_ GODESBYS' _sleigh-bells +start up and quickly die away. The sun begins to set._ + +WARDEN Have you an empty sitting room? + +SERVANT. Yes, sair. + +WARDEN Warm? + +SERVANT. I will soon arrange a fire. + +WARDEN I wish you would, please. + +SERVANT. Ze big room for ze breakfast is altogether ready and warm; you +will be able to go in there now. + +WARDEN. No, that wouldn't do. It's all right out here for _me_, only I +am expecting a lady. + +[_Sleigh-bells are heard in the distance, coming quickly nearer._ + +SERVANT. Yes, sair. + +WARDEN. I hear a sleigh coming. If a lady is in it, ask if her name is +Mrs. Sterling, and if she says yes, tell her Mr. Warden is here and +would like to speak with her a moment before she goes in to Mrs.-- + +[_He hesitates a second._ + +SERVANT. Trottair? + +WARDEN. Yes. + +SERVANT. Yes, sair. + +[_He goes into the house._ + +[_The sun grows red, and the colors of sunset creep over the sky during +the scene which follows. After a moment the_ SERVANT _shows_ BLANCHE +_out from the house._ + +BLANCHE. [_Surprised and depressed._] Good morning, Mr. Warden, have you +been asked to these funeral baked meats? + +WARDEN. No, I'll explain why I am here in a few minutes. Only let me ask +you first when you last saw your husband? + +BLANCHE. Early this morning. + +WARDEN. And you have come just now from where? + +BLANCHE. Aunt Ruth's. Of course you know about my mother? When I heard +it I started to come here, but my heart failed me and I turned back to +my aunt's. She has persuaded me that I ought to come and put the best +face on the matter possible, but it seems as if I'd had now a little +more than I _can_ bear! + +[_Her voice breaks and her eyes fill with tears._ + +WARDEN. [_Almost tenderly._] Shall we go inside? + +BLANCHE. No, no! Let us stay out in the air; my head would burst in one +of these close little rooms. Have you seen mother? + +WARDEN. No, not yet. + +BLANCHE. Where is Dick? Did he go to Ryder's? + +WARDEN. No, but I have some good news to tell you all the same--Ryder +has promised silence. + +BLANCHE. [_With tremendous relief._] Oh! that's too good, too good to be +true! To whom did he promise? + +WARDEN. I want you not to ask me that. + +BLANCHE. I can guess, it was-- + +WARDEN. [_Lying._] No, it was--_Mason_. + +BLANCHE. [_Doubting him._] Mr. Mason? + +WARDEN. And I've more good news for you, Mrs. Sterling--the _Godesbys_, +too; _they_ will be silent. + +BLANCHE. You're sure? + +WARDEN. We have their word! + +BLANCHE. [_Pointedly._] Mr. Mason again?-- + +[WARDEN _bows his head in assent._] He was _here_? + +WARDEN. Some time ago, but only for a minute. He didn't stay; he went to +find your husband. + +BLANCHE. But the _Godesbys_? I just met them now on the road going back. +How could Mr. Mason, if he didn't stay--[WARDEN _is embarrassed, and is +silent, searching a way out of it._] Oh, no! no! it wasn't Mr. Mason! I +see the whole thing clearly. Dick was too great a coward, and _you_ did +it! It was _you_ who won over Ryder! It was _you_ who persuaded the +Godesbys!-- + +[WARDEN _shakes his head and makes a movement to deny it._ BLANCHE +_continues speaking, the words rushing to her lips, as her pent-up heart +opens and lets all her emotions suddenly free._] Don't try to deny it; +you can't make me believe you! It's to _you_ I owe whatever promise the +future has for me! It is _you_ who have given me all the happiness I've +had for years. It is _you_ who have watched over, taken care of, +me--_you_, the best friend any woman in this world ever had. It is _you_ +now who have saved my boy's honor. It is _you_ who lift the weight off +my shoulders, the weight off my heart! You!--you!--you! + +[_She sinks sobbing on the bench. It begins to snow very quietly and +slowly._ + +WARDEN. [_All his love bursting out into his face and into his voice, +cries._] Blanche! Blanche! + +[_Leaning over her as if to protect her from her trouble and take her to +his breast._ + +BLANCHE. [_Rising and looking straight into his eyes with a suddenly +revealed great love in her own._] Ned!-- + +[_They hold this position some moments, gazing into each other's eyes; +then finally_ WARDEN _makes a movement towards her, crying out more +triumphantly, having read and realized her love for him._ + +WARDEN. Blanche! + +BLANCHE. [_Moving a half step back from him._] No-- + +WARDEN. No? + +BLANCHE. Look--look, it's beginning to snow! + +WARDEN. [_Very softly._] What do you mean? + +BLANCHE. [_Desperately._] I mean to speak of anything except what is in +your thoughts at this moment! Help me not to forget that no matter what +he has done, Dick is still my husband. + +WARDEN. You don't know all he has done! + +BLANCHE. How not "all"? What else? Where is he? + +[_With a sudden new alarm._ + +WARDEN. He has left you. + +BLANCHE. [_Echoes._] Left me?-- + +WARDEN. Mason is searching for him. He left a note at your house which +Jess read; it was only one word "Good-by." + +BLANCHE. [_Echoes again._] Good-by! [_Sleigh-bells are heard in the +distance, coming quickly nearer._] What does it mean? You're hiding +something from me! Tell me what else you know? + +WARDEN. He left the house, but took something with him--something from a +drawer in his room. + +BLANCHE. [_After a second's pause she whispers._] His pistol? + +WARDEN. Yes. + +BLANCHE. [_Aghast, still whispers._] Has he done it? + +WARDEN. I don't know; I'm waiting word from Mason. + +[_The sleigh-bells stop._ + +BLANCHE. [_Excited._] But we can't wait here doing nothing; we must go, +too! + +WARDEN. Mason is doing all that can be done; we'd better wait here. + +[_He takes her hand in sympathy, but without suggesting the passion of a +few moments before._ STERLING _enters hurriedly Left. He is wild with +drink and jealousy._ + +STERLING. Drop my wife's hand! + +[_They turn in great surprise._ + +BLANCHE. Dick! + +[_Fright at his appearance is mingled with her surprise._ + +WARDEN. [_At the same time as_ BLANCHE.] Sterling! + +[_They do not drop hands._ + +STERLING. [_Coming nearer, very strong._] Drop my wife's hand! [_They do +so quickly, not understanding yet._] So I've _caught_ you! + +WARDEN. [_Angry._] Caught us! + +STERLING. Yes, I had my suspicions roused some time ago! + +BLANCHE. Of what? + +STERLING. _I_ could go to the devil--what did _you two_ care! I could go +to State's Prison! All the better--_out of your way!_ + +WARDEN. You're speaking like a madman! + +STERLING. I went back to my house this morning; my wife was gone--no +message left where to! But I questioned the servant. She'd driven here! +Why? Ha! [_A bitter half laugh; he turns to_ BLANCHE.] _You've come here +once too often!_ + +WARDEN. [_Very strong._] Sterling! + +STERLING. [_To_ WARDEN, _but ignoring his exclamation._] Then I went to +_your_ house. _They knew_ where _you'd_ gone! You ought to train your +servants better! _Both here!_ + +WARDEN. If you're not careful, I'll ram your insinuations down your +throat. + +STERLING. [_Jeers._] "Insinuations?" I've caught you! I make no +"_insinuations_." I tell you _both you're caught!_ You're my wife's +lover, and she's your damned mis-- + +[_Interrupted._ + +WARDEN. [_Seizing_ STERLING _by the throat._] Don't you finish! + +BLANCHE. Sh!--for Heaven's sake! [_To_ WARDEN.] Let him alone; I'm not +afraid of what he says. + +[WARDEN _leaves_ STERLING. + +STERLING. No, you never were a liar, I'll give you credit for that,--so +confess the truth--you're his-- + +[_Interrupted._ + +BLANCHE. [_Excited beyond her control._] Listen! And you shall have the +truth if you want it! These years that he's been befriending me I never +dreamed of loving him nor thought of his loving me. [DICK _sneers._] +_Wait!_ No, not even the day my father was buried, when I learned +outright you were _dishonest!_ + +STERLING. [_Surprised._] What do you mean? + +BLANCHE. What I say--I learned it then from a paper of my father's. I +shouldn't have kept my knowledge to myself--I see that now; but I did, +for your sake, not for love of you--the love went for good that day. But +here, a moment ago, I realized for the first time that my old friend +_did_ love me, love me with an ideal devotion the noblest woman in the +world might be proud of! I didn't tell him then I loved him, but now I +take this chance, I _take it_ GLADLY before you!--_forced by you!_ I +tell him now, what perhaps he has already guessed, I love him with all +my heart--I _love him_! I LOVE HIM! + +STERLING. Damn you both! then it's the _end_ of _me!_ + +[_He pulls out a pistol and tries to put it to his temple._ + +BLANCHE. [_Cries out._] Ned! + +WARDEN. [_Seizes_ STERLING, _catches his arm, and wrenches the pistol +from him._] So that's what you planned to do, is it--make a wretched +scene like that? + +[_It begins to snow more heavily._ + +STERLING. [_In utter collapse and shame._] Why did you stop me? I'm +better out of the world. I'm crazy with shame. First I disgraced and now +I've insulted--_degraded_--the only living thing I care for,--that's my +wife. + +[_A moment's pause._ + +BLANCHE. [_Speaks quietly._] Come back to the house. Mr. Mason is +looking for you; he has something to tell you. + +STERLING. I know--more bad news. + +BLANCHE. No, good. + +STERLING. [_Echoes._] Good! [_Starting to go, he turns at the porch._] I +want _you_ to know that _I_ know I'm a rotten beast. + +[_He goes out Left._ + +WARDEN. You're going back _home_? + +BLANCHE. "_Home!_" [_With a faint smile._] I should hardly call it that. + +WARDEN. [_Aside to her._] You're not afraid? + +BLANCHE. [_Half smiling._] Oh, no! And my boy's there. + +[_The thick falling snow almost hides them, but they are unconscious of +it._ + +WARDEN. What's to be done? + +BLANCHE. Wait; we'll see--we'll see--let it be something we could never +regret. Good-by, Ned. + +[_Giving him her hand._ + +WARDEN. Good-by, Blanche. + +[_Kissing her hand very tenderly and almost with a certain kind of awe, +as_ + +THE CURTAIN SLOWLY FALLS + + + + +ACT IV + + +_The following morning; at the_ STERLINGS'; _the library; a warm, +livable, and lovable room, full of pictures, photographs, and books; +mistletoe and holly decorate everywhere. In the bow-window at back there +is a large bird-cage with half a dozen birds in it. The furniture is +comfortable and heavily upholstered. At Left there is a fireplace with +logs ready, but the fire is not lit. There a big table near the centre, +full of magazines, illustrated papers, and books. A big arm-chair is +beside the table, and other chairs conversationally close. There is a +table near the door at Right, piled with Christmas gifts, still wrapped +in white paper; they are tied with many colored ribbons and bunches of +holly. There are doors Right and Left. After the curtain rises on an +empty stage,_ RUTH _enters quickly; while she has her buoyant manner, +she is, of course, more serious than usual. She carries a bunch of fresh +violets in her hand. She looks about the room with a sort of curiosity. +She is waiting for some one to appear. She takes up a silver-framed +photograph of her brother which stands on a table and speaks aloud to +it._ + + +RUTH. I'm glad you're spared this. [_With a long-drawn breath she places +the photograph back upon the table and turns to greet_ BLANCHE, _who +comes in Right._] Good morning, my dear. + +[_She kisses her._ + +BLANCHE. Good morning. You've had my note? [RUTH _nods._] Thank you. I +wanted to see you before I saw any one else. You must help me decide, +only _you_ can. + +RUTH. Have you seen your husband this morning? + +BLANCHE. No. He sent word he was feeling ill, but would like to see me +when I was willing. + +RUTH. And you? + +[_They sit near each other._ + +BLANCHE. I don't want to talk with him till I see more clearly what I am +going to do. + +RUTH. Mr. Warden told me last night all that happened at "The +Hermitage." But on your ride home with Dick? + +BLANCHE. We never spoke. [_She rises._] Aunt Ruth, I am going to leave +him. + +RUTH. [_Rising._] No! + +BLANCHE. [_Walking up and down._] Why not? _Everybody_ does. + +RUTH. [_Going to her._] That's just it. _Be somebody!_ Don't do the +easy, weak thing. Be strong; be an example to other women. Heaven knows +it's time they had one! + +[MRS. HUNTER _enters Right._ BLANCHE _meets her._ + +MRS. HUNTER. Good morning, my poor dear. + +[_Going to kiss_ BLANCHE. + +BLANCHE. [_Taking_ MRS. HUNTER'S _hand and not kissing her._] Good +morning. + +MRS. HUNTER. Clara's gone upstairs to see little Richard. Good morning, +Ruth. + +[_She adds this with a manner of being on the defensive._ + +RUTH. [_Dryly._] Good morning. + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Sitting by the table and looking at the picture papers._] +Isn't it awful! What are you going to do? + +BLANCHE. I don't know yet, mother. + +MRS. HUNTER. _Don't know?_ Absolute divorce--no legal separation! [_To_ +RUTH.] We're staying at the Waldorf. + +[BLANCHE _sits discouragedly on the sofa._ + +RUTH. [_Sitting beside her._] I shall advise against, and do everything +in my power to prevent, Blanche's getting a divorce! + +MRS. HUNTER. You don't mean to say you'll carry those ridiculous notions +of yours into practice?--now that a scandal has come into our very +family? + +RUTH. Oh, I know selfish, cynical, and worldly people won't agree with +me, and I pity and sympathize with Blanche from the bottom of my heart. +[_Taking and holding_ BLANCHE'S _hand._] But I want her not to decide +anything now; wait till the first blows over, and then--well, then I +feel sure she will do the strong, noble thing--the difficult thing--not +the easy. + +BLANCHE. [_Withdraws her hand from_ RUTH'S.] _No_, you ask too much of +me, Aunt Ruth; I can't do it. + +RUTH. I say don't decide now--wait. + +BLANCHE. I don't want to wait. I want to decide now and to cut my life +free, entirely, from Dick's. + +RUTH. You used to agree with me. I've heard you decry these snapshot, +rapid-transit, tunnel divorces many a time. I've heard you say when a +woman has made her bed, she must lie in it--make the best of her bad +bargain. + +BLANCHE. I always sympathized with a woman who sought a divorce in this +state. + +RUTH. Oh, yes, but _you can't_, can you? + +BLANCHE. No, but I'm not strong enough to fight out an unhappy life for +the sake of setting an example to other women--women who _don't want_ +the example set! + +RUTH. Blanche, I counted on you to be strong, to be big-- + +BLANCHE. [_With a voice full of emotion._] But I love Ned Warden. He +loves me--life stretches out long before us. Dick has disgraced us all. +I don't love him--should I give _my_ happiness and Mr. Warden's +happiness for _him_? + +MRS. HUNTER. Absurd! We all have a right to happiness if we can get it. +I have chosen; let Blanche follow my example. + +BLANCHE. [_Disgusted._] _Yours?_ [_Rises._] Oh! + +RUTH. [_Following up the advantage._] Yes, Blanche, do you want to +follow your mother's example? + +BLANCHE. No! But the cases are not analogous! + +MRS. HUNTER. Not what? You needn't fling any innuendoes at Mr. Trotter; +it's he who said it was my duty to stand by you, advise you, and all +that sort of thing. I'm not here to please myself! Goodness knows, a +divorce court isn't a very pleasant place to spend your honeymoon! + +BLANCHE. Thank both you and Mr. Trotter, mother; but I ask you to allow +Aunt Ruth and me to decide this matter between us. + +MRS. HUNTER. Trotter says _divorce_ was _made_ for woman! + +RUTH. And what was made for man, please? Polygamy? + +MRS. HUNTER. I don't know anything about politics! But I could count a +dozen women in a breath, all divorced, or trying to be, or _ought_ to +be! + +RUTH. And each one of them getting a cold shoulder. + +BLANCHE. What of it if their hearts are warm--poor climbers after +happiness! + +RUTH. Believe me, dear, the chill spreads. You're going to be selfish? + +MRS. HUNTER. She's going to be sensible. + +[CLARA _enters Right._ + +CLARA. Hello, everybody! I just saw Dick coming out of his room and I +cut him dead. + +BLANCHE. Clara! + +RUTH. [_To_ BLANCHE.] You've taken a certain responsibility upon +yourself, and you can't shirk it. + +BLANCHE. He isn't what I thought him! + +RUTH. The day the sun shone on you as a bride, in God's presence, you +said you took him for better for worse-- + +CLARA. Dear me, is that in it? The marriage service ought to be +expurgated! + +RUTH. [_To_ CLARA.] I'm ashamed of you. + +CLARA. That's nothing new! + +BLANCHE. Aunt Ruth, let us talk some other time. + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, if we are in the way, we'll go! + +[_Rises._ + +CLARA. Yes, come on, let's go to Atlantic City. + +MRS. HUNTER. No, I'd rather go to Lakewood. + +CLARA. Oh, pshaw, Lakewood's no fun! I'm surprised you don't say go to +Aiken, North Carolina. + +MRS. HUNTER. Mr. Trotter says we can't leave town anyway while Blanche +is in this trouble. + +BLANCHE. Mother, please discuss your affairs somewhere else. + +RUTH. And if I may be permitted to suggest, you will find Mr. Trotter's +advice always pretty good to follow. That young man has better qualities +than we have suspected. I have some thing to thank him for; will you be +good enough to ask him to come and see me? + +MRS. HUNTER. He will not go to your house with my permission. I shall +tell him you have never asked me inside your door. + +CLARA. Mother, if you ask _me_--[MRS. HUNTER _interjects_ "Which I +don't," _but_ CLARA _continues without paying any attention to the +interruption._]--I don't think Mr. Trotter is going to cry himself to +sleep for your permission about anything! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_To_ BLANCHE.] Good-by, my dear; if you want me, let me +know; I'll be glad to do anything I can. I'm staying at the Waldorf. + +CLARA. It's full of people from Kansas and Wyoming Territory come to +hear the Opera! + +RUTH. A little western blood wouldn't hurt our New York life a bit! + +CLARA. Ah! Got you there! The west is the place where the divorces come +from! + +MRS. HUNTER. [_Laughs._] What's the matter with Providence? I think +Rhode Island tips the scales pretty even for the east! + +BLANCHE. Please go, mother; please leave me for a little while. + +MRS. HUNTER. Oh, very well, good-by! [LEONARD _enters Right with a +Christmas parcel, which he places on the table Right._] Dear me, have +you had all these Christmas presents and not opened them? + +BLANCHE. It is only little Richard in this house who is celebrating +Christmas to-day. + +MRS. HUNTER. It's a terrible affair; I only hope the newspapers won't +get hold of it. [_To_ LEONARD.] If any women come here asking for _me_ +who look like ladies, don't let 'em in! They ain't my friends; they're +reporters. + +[LEONARD _bows and goes out._ + +CLARA. I'm awfully sorry, Blanche, I honestly am; but I think you'll +have only yourself to blame if you don't strike out now and throw Dick +over. Good-by! + +[MRS. HUNTER _and_ CLARA _go out Right._ + +BLANCHE. I wish _they_ wouldn't advise me to do what I _want_ to. + +RUTH. Ah! + +BLANCHE. But who do I harm by it? Surely, it wouldn't be for _his_ good +to be brought up under the influence of his father! + +RUTH. If he saw you patiently bearing a cross for the sake of duty, can +you imagine a stronger force for good on the boy's character? What an +example _you_ will set him! What a chance for a mother! + +BLANCHE. But my own life, my own happiness? + +RUTH. Ah, my dear, that's just it! The watchword of our age is self! We +are all for ourselves; the twentieth century is to be a glorification of +selfishness, the Era of Egotism! Forget yourself, and what would you do? +The dignified thing. You would live quietly _beside_ your husband if not +_with_ him. And your son would be worthy of such a mother! + +BLANCHE. And I? + +RUTH. You would be _glad_ in the end. + +BLANCHE. Perhaps-- + +RUTH. Surely! Blanche, for twenty years Mr. Mason and I have loved each +other. + +[BLANCHE _is astonished. There is a pause._ + +[RUTH _smiles while she speaks, though her voice breaks._] + +You never guessed! Ah, well, your father knew. + +BLANCHE. But Mrs. Mason is hopelessly insane; surely-- + +RUTH. A principle is a principle; I took my stand against divorce. What +can you do for a principle if you don't give up everything for it? +Nothing! And that is what I mean. To-day I am not sorry--I am happy. + +[_There is another slight pause._ RICHARD _is heard upstairs singing a +Christmas carol, "Once in Royal David's City," etc._ + +BLANCHE. [_With great emotion._] But if it breaks my heart--if it breaks +my heart? + +RUTH. Hearts don't break from the pain that comes of doing right, but +from the sorrow of doing wrong! [_Neither woman speaks for a minute; in +the silence_ RUTH _hears_ RICHARD.] What's that? + +BLANCHE. [_Hearing now for the first time._] Richard singing one of his +carols. + +RUTH. I'd forgotten it _was_ Christmas. + +[LEONARD _enters Left._ + +LEONARD. Doctor Steinhart is here to see Mr. Sterling. Where shall I +show him, madame? + +BLANCHE. Here; we'll go-- + +[_Rising._ + +LEONARD. Yes, madame. + +[_He goes out._ + +RUT. Well? What are you going to do? + +BLANCHE. I'm _thinking_-- + +RUTH. May I come with you, or shall I-- + +BLANCHE. No, come. + +[_The two women start to leave the room together Right, with their arms +around each other. They meet_ STERLING, _who enters; he starts, they +stop._ + +STERLING. I beg your pardon, I didn't know you were here. + +BLANCHE. We are going to my room; I am sorry you are not well. + +STERLING. Oh, it's nothing, thank you. + +RUTH. If we can do anything, let us know. + +STERLING. [_Overwhelmed with shame, bows his head._] Thank you. + +[_The women go out Right. At the same moment_ DR. STEINHART _is shown in +by_ LEONARD _Left._ + +DR. STEINHART. Good morning, Sterling. + +STERLING. Good morning, doctor; sit down. + +DR. STEINHART. No, thanks, I'm very rushed this morning. What can I do +for you? + +STERLING. I've been drinking too much for some time; I can't eat--my +nerves are all gone to pieces. I've some--some business troubles, and I +haven't slept for a week. + +DR. STEINHART. Is that all! Brace up, help yourself a little, and we can +soon make a man of you. + +STERLING. I'm afraid it would take more than a doctor to do that. + +DR. STEINHART. Oh, come, we must get rid of melancholy. Come and drive +with me to 79th Street. + +STERLING. No, I'm too worn out. Look at my hand! [_Holds out a trembling +hand._] I tell you literally I haven't slept for weeks--I thought you'd +give me some chloral or something. + +DR. STEINHART. What? Now? + +STERLING. Yes; I've tried sulphonal and all that rot; if doesn't have +any effect on me. Give me a hypodermic-- + +DR. STEINHART. Nonsense! Come out into the air! + +STERLING. I've _been_ out. + +DR. STEINHART. Good! Then try lying down again, and perhaps you'll go to +sleep _now_. + +STERLING. Very well, but give me something to take to-night in case I +can't sleep then. + +DR. STEINHART. [_Takes out a note-book and writes with a stylographic +pen._] Be careful what you eat to-day. How about this drinking--did your +business trouble come after it began, or did the whiskey come after the +business trouble? + +STERLING. That's it. + +DR. STEINHART. Um--[_Giving_ STERLING _the paper which he tears out of +his note-book._] Look here, I've a busy day before me; but I'll look in +to-morrow, and we'll have a good talk. + +STERLING. Thank you. I say, what _is_ this? + +DR. STEINHART. It's all right. Sulphate of morphia--one-quarter-grain +tablets. + +STERLING. Isn't that very little? + +DR. STEINHART. Oh, no; you try one, and repeat in an hour if it hasn't +done its work. + +STERLING. But you've only given me two tablets, and I tell you I'm +awfully hard to influence! + +DR. STEINHART. Two's enough; we don't give a lot of drugs to a man in a +nervous condition like yours. Don't let them wake you for luncheon if +you're asleep. Sleep's best for you. Good-by--pleasant dreams. + +[_He goes out Left._ + +STERLING. [_Reads off the prescription._] "Two one-quarter-grain tablets +sulphate of morphia, Wm. B. Steinhart--" And in _ink!_ Why didn't he +write it with a lead-pencil? How can I make it more? Two--wait a minute! +Two! [_Taking out his own stylographic pen._] What's his ink? [_Makes a +mark with his pen on his cuff._] Good! the same! Why not make it twelve? +[_Marking a one before the two._] Just in case--I might as well be on +the safe side! + +[_He rings an electric bell beside the mantel, and waves the paper in +the air to dry it._ BLANCHE _enters Right._ + +BLANCHE. I heard the doctor go. Is anything serious the matter? + +STERLING. _If_ it were my _body_ only that had gone wrong, Blanche! + +[LEONARD _enters Left._ + +[_To_ LEONARD.] Take this prescription round the corner and have it put +up. + +LEONARD. Yes, sir. + +STERLING. And bring it to me with a glass of water. + +LEONARD. Yes, sir. + +[_He goes out Left._ + +[BLANCHE _is still standing._ STERLING _sinks into a chair, and puts his +head in his hands, his elbows on the table. He lifts his head and looks +at her._ + +STERLING. I know what you're going to do; you don't have to tell me; of +course you're going to divorce me. + +BLANCHE. No. + +STERLING. What! + +[_His hands drop to the table; he looks her straight in the face, +doubting what he hears._ + +BLANCHE. [_Looking back into his eyes._] No. + +STERLING. [_Cries._] Blanche! + +[_In a tone of amazement and joy._ + +BLANCHE. I give you one more chance, for your sake _only as my boy's +father_. But--_don't make it impossible for me_--do you understand? + +STERLING. Yes! I must take the true advantage of this chance your +goodness gives me. I must right myself, so that people need not hesitate +to speak of his father in Richard's presence. _And this I will do._ +[_With great conviction he rises._] I know I am at the cross-roads, and +I know the way; _but_ I don't choose it for _your_ reasons; I choose for +my own reason--which is that, unfit as _I am, I love you._ + +[_He speaks deliberately and with real feeling, bending over her._ + +BLANCHE. I tell you truly my love for you is gone for good. + +STERLING. I'll win it back--you _did_ love me, you _did_, didn't you, +Blanche? + +BLANCHE.. I loved the man I thought you were. Do you remember that day +in the mountains when we first really came to know each other, when we +walked many, many miles without dreaming of being tired? + +STERLING. And found ourselves at sunset at the top instead of below, by +our hotel! Oh, yes, I remember! The world changed for me that day. + +[_He sinks back into the arm-chair, overcome, in his weakened state, by +his memories and his realization of what he has made of the present._ + +BLANCHE. And for me! I knew then for the first time you loved me, and +that I loved you. Oh! how short life of a sudden seemed! Not half long +enough for the happiness it held for me! [_She turns upon him with a +vivid change of feeling._] Has it turned out so? + +STERLING. How different! Oh, what a beast! what a fool! + +BLANCHE. [_Speaking with pathetic emotion, tears in her throat and in +her eyes._] And that early summer's day you asked me to be your wife! +[_She gives a little exclamation, half a sob, half a laugh._] It was in +the corner of the garden; I can smell the lilacs now! And the raindrops +fell from the branches as my happy tears did on father's shoulder that +night, when I said, "Father, he will make me the happiest woman in the +world!" + +STERLING. O God! to have your love back! + +BLANCHE. You can't breathe life back into a dead thing; how different +the world would be if one could! + +STERLING. You can bring back life to the drowned; perhaps your love is +only drowned in the sorrow I've caused. + +BLANCHE. [_Smiles sadly and shakes her head; the smile dies away._] Life +to me then was like a glorious staircase, and I mounted happy step after +step led by your hand till everything _seemed_ to culminate on the day +of our wedding. You men don't, _can't_ realize, what that service means +to a girl. In those few moments she parts from all that have cherished +her, made her life, and gives her whole self, her love, her body, and +even her soul sometimes--for love often overwhelms us women--to _the_ +man who, she believes, wants, _starves_, for her gifts. All that a woman +who marries for love feels at the altar I tell you a _man_ can't +understand! You treated this gift of mine, Dick, like a child does a +Santa Claus plaything--for a while you were never happy away from it, +then you grew accustomed to it, then you broke it, and now you have even +lost the broken pieces! + +STERLING. [_Comes to her, growing more and more determined._] I will +_find_ them, and put them together again. + +BLANCHE. [_Again smiles sadly and shakes her head._] First we made of +_every Tuesday_ a festival--our wedding anniversary. After a while we +kept the twenty-eighth of _every month_! The second year you were +satisfied with the twenty-eighth of April only, and last year you forgot +the day altogether. And yet what a happy first year it was! + +STERLING. Ah, you see I _did_ make you happy once! + +BLANCHE. Blessedly happy! Our long silences in those days were not +broken by an oath and a fling out of the room. Oh, the happiness it +means to a wife to see it is hard for her husband to leave her in the +morning, and to be taken so quickly--even roughly--into his arms at +night that she knows he has been longing to come back to her. Nothing +grew tame that first year. And at its end I climbed to the highest step +I had reached yet, when you leaned over my bed and cried big man's +tears, the first I'd ever seen you cry, and kissed me first, and then +little Richard lying on my warm arm, and said, "God bless you, little +mother." [_There is a pause._ BLANCHE _cries softly a moment._ STERLING +_is silent, ashamed. Again she turns upon him, rousing herself, but with +a voice broken with emotion._] And what a _bad_ father you've been to +that boy! + +STERLING. I didn't mean to! That's done, that's past, but Richard's my +boy. I'll make him proud of me, somehow! I'll win your love back--you'll +see! + +[BLANCHE _is about to speak in remonstrance, but stops because of the +entrance of_ LEONARD. _He brings a small chemist's box of tablets in an +envelope and a glass of water on a small silver tray._ + +LEONARD. Your medicine, sir. + +[_He puts it on the table and goes out Right._ + +STERLING. Thank you, thank you! + +[_He takes the box of tablets out of the envelope._ + +BLANCHE. [_Going to him._] _You don't realize_ why I've told you all +this! + +STERLING. [_Counting out the tablets._] One, two. To give me hope! To +give me hope! + +[_He empties the other ten tablets into the envelope, twists it up, and +throws it in the fireplace._ + +BLANCHE. No, no, just the opposite! + +STERLING. Then you've defeated your end, dear; you will stay here with +me. + +BLANCHE. [_Trying to make him realize the exact position._] Opposite you +at the table, receiving our friends, keeping up appearances, yes--but +nearer to you than that? No! Never! + +STERLING. But you _will_ stay? + +[LEONARD _enters from Left._ + +LEONARD. Miss Godesby, Mr. Warden. + +[_They enter._ + +[_All greet each other._ WARDEN _nods stiffly to_ STERLING, _barely +acknowledging his greeting._ + +MISS GODESBY. [_To_ STERLING, _purposely speaking with good-humored +raillery to relieve the tension of the situation._] Well, you're a nice +lot, aren't you? + +STERLING. I'm so ashamed! I'm so ashamed! + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, never mind that now. + +BLANCHE. I have no words to thank you with. + +MISS GODESBY. Oh, that's all right. The truth is, I've made Warden bring +me here, Sterling, for a bit of business. I had an emotional moment +yesterday and went off my head a bit. I stand by what I said as to +keeping quiet, but--well, I'm like any other old maid who hates dust on +her mantelpiece--I'm fidgety not to make some sort of a bluff at putting +this thing on a business basis. + +WARDEN. Excuse me, Miss Godesby, I think Sterling ought to know the +truth. + +STERLING. _Now_ what? + +MISS GODESBY. Well, the truth is, my fool of a brother has kicked up an +infernal row, and refuses to hold his tongue. + +STERLING. Then I'm ruined after all! + +MISS GODESBY. Wait, I've left him with Mr. Mason. I feel certain I can +assure his silence if I can only show him some sort of an agreement to +pay, an acknowledgment of the--the--affair, signed and sealed. + +BLANCHE. Signed by whom? + +MISS GODESBY. Your husband and yourself will do. + +STERLING. But both names are worthless. + +MISS GODESBY. Not as a point of honor. + +STERLING. Ah! no, not my wife's. + +MISS GODESBY. Nor yours to me. Come along! + +[_She goes to the table with_ STERLING, _and unfolding a paper gives it +to him. He signs it._ + +WARDEN. [_Aside to_ BLANCHE, _apologizing for his presence._] She made +me come--she wouldn't come alone; otherwise I should have waited till +you sent for me. + +BLANCHE. It's as well--I've decided. Oh, I wonder if I'm doing wrong. + +[_Looking him straight in the face._ + +WARDEN. [_Looking back searchingly in hers to read the truth, but +believing that she will certainly leave her husband._] No, _you_ can't +do wrong! But I must warn you of one thing--I'm not any longer the +controlled man I was. + +MISS GODESBY. Come along now, Mrs. Sterling, brace up and give me your +name, and Warden, witness, please. [_They do so._] Of course, my dears, +I know perfectly well that legally this isn't worth the paper it's +written on. [_Exchanging a serious and meaning look with_ WARDEN.] But +my idiot of a brother won't realize that, which is the point. One thing +more--will you both dine with me next week, Thursday? [_There is an +embarrassed pause, which, with quick intuition, she understands._] Yes, +you _will_--for _silence_ gives consent! [_Laughing._] Now, that's +settled! + +STERLING. What an awfully good sort you are! + +MISS GODESBY. Thanks, not always--I've been a mucker more than once in +my life! I must go [_Shaking hands with_ BLANCHE.] and relieve Mr. Mason +of my brother, or he'll be accusing me of inhuman treatment; more than +one consecutive hour of my brother ought to be prevented by the police. + +BLANCHE. You are very, _very_ good. + +MISS GODESBY. I think if you and I can get well over this, we'll be real +friends, and I haven't many, have you? + +BLANCHE. [_Takes her hand._] You can count upon me and my boy so long as +we live. + +[_She impulsively but tenderly kisses her._ + +[MISS GODESBY _is very much surprised, but moved._ + +MISS GODESBY. [_Half laughing, half crying, and pulling her veil down to +hide her emotion._] By George! I haven't been kissed by a woman for +years! Good-by. + +[WARDEN _starts to go out with_ MISS GODESBY. BLANCHE _stops him._ + +BLANCHE. Wait one moment--I want to speak alone to Miss Godesby. + +[MISS GODESBY _goes out Left._ + +BLANCHE. [_Aside to_ STERLING.] You tell him; I cannot. Tell him the +_truth_. + +[_She goes out after_ MISS GODESBY. + +WARDEN. Dick. + +STERLING. Ned? + +WARDEN. I have nothing to say to you, Sterling. + +[WARDEN _looks away and whistles a tune to show his unwillingness to +listen._ STERLING _speaks clearly so_ WARDEN _shall hear._ + +STERLING. I have a message for you from my wife. [_There is a second's +pause._ WARDEN _stops whistling and turns and looks at_ STERLING.] She +asks me to explain--to tell--to tell you a decision she has come to. + +[_There is another pause._ + +WARDEN. Yes? + +[_Anxious, at a supreme tension, and now a little alarmed as to the +decision._ + +STERLING. She has decided not to leave my house. + +WARDEN. [_Adds._] _Yet!_ + +STERLING. _Ever!_ + +WARDEN. [_Losing his control._] That's a lie! + +STERLING. I couldn't believe it, either, when she told me. It was her +first word to me to-day. I said, "You are going to divorce me," and she +answered, "No." + +WARDEN. She's sacrificing herself for some reason--her boy! + +STERLING. Never mind, she won't leave me; I have her promise, and I'll +win back her love! + +WARDEN. You fool! You can't win her back! She would never have loved me +if you hadn't disillusioned, _dishonored_ her! I'm not worthy of her, +but I'll never dishonor her, and, please God, never disappoint her, and +so I'll keep her love. + +STERLING. Well, as to that, she decides to stay, leaving love out of the +question. + +WARDEN. And you'll accept that sacrifice! You don't even _love_ her. +You're only thinking of _yourself_ now. Love, real love, forgets itself. +You, after having spoilt half her life, are willing to spoil the rest, +for _your own sake_! + +STERLING. No, for the boy's sake, and her sake--to save a scandal--the +world-- + +[_Interrupted._ + +WARDEN. [_Beside himself._] Oh, damn the world! It's _heaven_ and _hell_ +you'd better think of. _Scandal!_ It couldn't harm _her_, and the hurt +it would do you is a small price to pay. Those whom _God_ has +joined--yes! but it was the devil bound her to you! + +STERLING. Here! I've had enough! Look out! + +WARDEN. [_Moves toward him._] _You_ look out--you shan't rob her of her +happiness. You--a drunkard! A forger! A thief! + +STERLING. _I'd keep her now if only to spite you!_ + +WARDEN. Hah! There spoke the true man in you! Would to heaven the old +days of duelling were back! + +STERLING. A brave wish, as you know they're not! + +WARDEN. They fight in other countries still for their love and honor, +and I'm ready here, now, if you are, with any weapons you choose! + +[STERLING _sneers._] + +Sneer! But will you fight? We'll find a place, and something to fight +with, or fists if you'd rather! You wouldn't kill me before I'd got you +out of her way for good. Will you fight? + +[_Coming closer to him._ + +STERLING. No! + +WARDEN. [_Getting more and more enraged._] If _you lose, you go away_, +and set her free of your own will! + +STERLING. _No!_ + +WARDEN. [_Losing entirely his self-control._] What do you want to _make_ +you fight--will that? + +[_He gives him a stinging blow in the face._ + +STERLING. Yes! + +[_He springs toward_ WARDEN _as_ RUTH _and_ MASON _enter Left. The two +men stand rigid_, WARDEN _breathing heavily._ + +RUTH. Blanche, may I bring in--where's Blanche? + +STERLING. I don't know. + +MASON. Good morning, gentlemen. + +[_There is no response._ WARDEN _is with great difficulty restraining +himself. His lips are compressed lightly and his hands clenched._ + +RUTH. What's the trouble? + +STERLING. I have just told Warden my wife's decision not to leave me. + +RUTH. [_Showing her relief and satisfaction in her face, turns to_ +WARDEN.] You won't try to shake that resolve? + +WARDEN. [_Unable to control himself._] But I will! I _will_--I tell you +all! I hardly know what I say or do! But look out for me, I'm desperate! +I'm a torrent that's only let loose since yesterday, and now all of a +sudden you try to stop me! But it's too late; I've got my impetus; the +repressed passion of years is behind me; nothing can stop me--and God +keep me from doing the wrong thing! I am determined to clear him out of +the way of the happiness of the woman I love. [_To_ RUTH.] Do you mean +to say you approve of her decision? [RUTH _turns her head; he turns to_ +MASON.] Do _you_? + +RUTH. No. + +STERLING. [_To_ RUTH, _holding out his hand._] You will stand by me, +Aunt Ruth, and together we-- + +RUTH. [_Interrupting and refusing his hand._] Oh, no. + +STERLING. Don't you think I can win her love back? + +RUTH. No. + +STERLING. Won't you help me try? + +RUTH. No. It would be useless. + +WARDEN. Come with me to Blanche; I must speak with her. + +[WARDEN _and_ RUTH _go out Right._ + +MASON. [_Alone with_ STERLING.] Go away and make your wife understand +you are never coming back. + +STERLING. But the loneliness, the misery, away--alone. + +MASON. Kill them with hard work; _you have other heavy debts_, you know. +I came to see you about this business of your acknowledgments to Miss +Godesby and Miss Hunter. + +STERLING. Later, later. To-morrow I will decide-- + +[_He motions him away._ MASON _goes to him and puts his hand on his +shoulder._ + +MASON. Decide well-- + +[_He hesitates a moment and then goes out Right._ + +STERLING. [_Watching him go._] There's not one soul in this world who +cares for me, and it's my _own fault_. [RICHARD _is heard upstairs again +singing "Once in Royal David's City._" STERLING _lifts his head and +listens._] Yes, one little soul loves me, and it would be better for +him, too, if I went away. I'll go to sleep and see how I feel about it +when I wake up. [_He moves the glass of water and takes out the box of +tablets. He starts suddenly, but very slightly, and his muscles +tighten._] + +After all, why not end it all _now_, at once, without any more bother? +[_He looks in the box, and glances up questioningly; then he remembers +the fireplace where he threw the other tablets and looks across the room +at the logs. He rises, goes over, and sees in the fireplace the twisted +envelope which holds the other tablets. He bends over to pick it up; he +stops short._] No! Why shouldn't I try it, anyway? She, herself, gives +me the chance! [_He rings the electric bell, and walking away from the +fireplace, takes up with a trembling hand the papers left by_ MASON; _he +wipes the damp from his forehead with his handkerchief. To_ JORDAN, _who +enters Left._] Light the fire quickly; I feel cold. + +[_He sinks into the arm-chair, weak from the mental strain._ + +LEONARD. It's very warm in the house, sir. + +STERLING. Do as I tell you--light the fire. + +LEONARD. [_Looking for matches on the mantel, finds the box empty._] +There are no matches, sir; I must get one. + +STERLING. No, don't go--here--here-- + +[_He gives him a match from his own box._ LEONARD _notices the trembling +hand and suppressed excitement of_ STERLING, _and involuntarily glances +up, but quickly looks back to his work and strikes a match. The match +goes out._ + +LEONARD. I shall need another match, please, sir. + +STERLING. [_With one in his fingers taken from his match-box, he alters +his mind._] I have no more. [_He puts away his match-box._] Never mind +the fire; get me a pint bottle of champagne. + +LEONARD. [_With a surreptitious side glance of curiosity._] Very well, +sir. + +[_He goes out Left._ + +STERLING. That was funny; that was very funny! I wonder if it was +accident, or if there's such a thing as fatality. [_He goes to the +fireplace and picks up the twisted envelope._] If not now--perhaps some +other time--who knows? [_He thrusts the envelope in his vest pocket, and +takes up the papers again from the table to look over them._] I can't +read these things! [_Throwing them down._] The words mean nothing to me! + +[_There is the sound outside of a cork being drawn._ LEONARD _enters +with the champagne and a glass and places them beside_ STERLING. + +LEONARD. Shall I light the fire now, sir? + +STERLING. No, never mind now. + +LEONARD. Yes, sir. + +[_He goes out Left._ + +[STERLING _half fills the glass with champagne. He takes out the box of +tablets and counts aloud._ + +STERLING. One, two, three, four--[_He puts all in the glass, dropping +them as he counts. He hesitates, then quickly drops in two more and +drinks quickly. The glass is empty. He sits by the table thinking a +moment, then lakes a piece of paper and makes ready his stylographic +pen._] Let me see; can I make it seem accidental; it would be so much +less bother and trouble for them! [_He thinks a second, then writes._] +"I have accidentally taken an overdose of my sleeping draught. I have +tried to call some one, but it's no use. I ask only one thing, that you +forget all my sins, wipe out their memory with my name. I want my boy to +change his name, too." [_He hesitates a moment, and then scratches that +sentence heavily out._] No, I won't say that. [_He waits a moment._] God +in heaven, what wouldn't I give for one friendly word just now! Some one +to sort of say _good-by_ to me--take my hand--even a _servant_! + +[_He looks about him, showing signs of drowsiness. The door Right bursts +open._ STERLING _quickly hides the letter in his inside pocket as_ +WARDEN _comes in._ + +WARDEN. My hat! Where's my hat! + +[_He looks about for it._ + +STERLING. [_Quietly._] Ned? + +WARDEN. My hat, I say! Where's my hat? + +[_Looking._ + +STERLING. Ned! + +[_Something in his voice arrests_ WARDEN'S _attention._ + +WARDEN. What? [_He looks at him._] What's the matter-- + +STERLING. Nothing--I'm half asleep, that's all--the reaction--I'm worn +out and I've changed my mind-- + +WARDEN. How do you mean? + +STERLING. I'm going away for good--that's the best I can do; I want you +to forgive me--_could_ you? What do you say? Forgive me for everything! +For the sake of the old schoolboy days-- + +WARDEN. When are you going? + +STERLING. To-day. Will you say good-by to me and wish me well on my +journey? + +WARDEN. [_Speaks without sympathy._] You can count on me always to help +you in any way I can. You can still retrieve a good deal if you're +strong enough. + +STERLING. I know what a beastly friend I've been, and yesterday was more +than any man would stand, but forgive that, too, will you? I've always +been a bad lot! + +WARDEN. [_Goes to him and speaks, with the sympathy of a man for a child +coming into his voice._] No, a weak lot; that's been your ruin, Dickie. +I'll see you again before you go. + +STERLING. No, I'm going to sleep as long as I can now, and I don't want +any one to wake me up; but when I do wake, I shall have other things to +do. This is good-by. + +WARDEN. Well, good luck! [_He starts to go. The two men look at each +other, and finally_ STERLING _gets the courage to hold out his hand._ +WARDEN _hesitates a moment, then shakes it._] Good luck! + +[_He goes out Left._ + +[STERLING, _who has been growing more and more drowsy, as soon as he is +alone, goes with difficulty to the door and locks it. He is so drowsy +that he leans against the door for a moment; then he starts to go back +to the table, but is unable to get there and sinks on the sofa half way +between the table and the door. His eyes close, but suddenly he starts +violently and tries to rise, but cannot, crying out faintly._ + +STERLING. Good God--the money! I forgot the money--who'll pay my debts? +Ah, this is a fitting climax for my life--the weakest, dirtiest thing +I've done--[_He gets the letter from his pocket and holds it in his +hand; the light of the afternoon grows slowly dim, like his fading sight +and senses. He murmurs twice in a faint, drowsy voice._] Coward! Coward! + +[BLANCHE, _in the hall outside Right, calls his name._ + +BLANCHE. Dick! + +[STERLING'S _body relaxes and sets. The letter drops from his lifeless +hands._ + +[BLANCHE _enters with_ RUTH, _followed by_ RICHARD, _who rides a stick +with a horse's head and wears a soldier's cap._ + +RICHARD. Merry Christmas, father! + +BLANCHE. [_Going toward the sofa._] Dick! + +RICHARD. Merry Christmas, father! + +BLANCHE. Sh! Father's asleep. + +[_They steal back toward the other door when_ WARDEN _enters Right._ + +WARDEN. Oh, you are here! I went down into the drawing-room where I left +you. + +BLANCHE. Sh! + +[_She points to_ STERLING, _who lies apparently asleep. They speak in +lowered voices._ + +WARDEN. Yes, I have a message for you from him. + +[_Looking at_ RICHARD _and_ RUTH. + +RUTH. [_Who understands._] Come, Richard, I haven't seen your tree yet. + +[_She goes out Right with_ RICHARD. + +WARDEN. [_To_ BLANCHE.] Give me your hand. + +[_She does so wonderingly._ + +WARDEN. [_Softly, with a man's tenderness in his voice._] He is going +away for good. + +BLANCHE. Away? + +WARDEN. For good. + +BLANCHE. [_Slowly, withdrawing her hand._] For good? [_She looks over +toward_ STERLING, _and then back to_ WARDEN.] What does he mean? + +WARDEN. We will know when he wakes. + +THE CURTAIN STEALS SOFTLY DOWN + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Climbers, by Clyde Fitch + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CLIMBERS *** + +***** This file should be named 16635.txt or 16635.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/6/6/3/16635/ + +Produced by David Garcia, Melissa Er-Raqabi and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net. +Produced from images provided by Kentuckiana Digital +Archive. + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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