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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 Naturewoman + +Author: Upton Sinclair + +Release Date: February 15, 2009 [EBook #3301] +Last Updated: January 9, 2013 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NATUREWOMAN *** + + + + +Produced by Charles Franks, the Online Distributed Proofreading Team, +and David Widger + + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE NATUREWOMAN + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Upton Sinclair + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h3> + Contents + </h3> + <table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto"> + <tr> + <td> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> CHARACTERS </a> + </p> + <br /> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> <b>THE NATUREWOMAN</b> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> ACT I </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> ACT II </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> ACT III </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> ACT IV </a> + </p> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + CHARACTERS + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Oceana: the Naturewoman. + Mrs. Sophronia Masterson: of Beacon Street, Boston. + Quincy Masterson, M.D.: her husband. + Freddy Masterson: her son. + Ethel Masterson: her younger daughter. + Mrs. Letitia Selden: her elder daughter. + Henry Selden: Letitia's husband. + Remson: a butler. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ACT I + Drawing-room of the Masterson home; afternoon in winter. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ACT II + The same; the next afternoon. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ACT III + A portion of the parlor, as a stage; the same evening. + + ACT IV + Henry Selden's camp in the White Mountains; afternoon, a week later. +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + THE NATUREWOMAN + </h1> + <div class="play"> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ACT I + </h2> + <p> + [Scene shows a luxuriously furnished drawing-room. Double doors, centre, + opening to hall and stairway. Grand piano at right, fireplace next to + it, with large easy-chair in front. Centre table; windows left, and + chairs.] + </p> + <p> + [At rise: ETHEL standing by table; a beautiful but rather frail girl of + sixteen; opening a package containing photograph in frame.] + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oceana! Oceana! [She gazes at it in rapture.] Oh, I wonder if + she'll be as good as she is beautiful! She must be! Oceana! [To REMSON, + an old, white-haired family servant, who enters with flowers in vase.] + No message from my brother yet? + </p> + <p> + REMSON. Nothing, Miss Ethel. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Look at this, Remson. + </p> + <p> + REMSON. [Takes photograph.] Is that your cousin, Miss Ethel? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. That's she. Isn't she lovely? + </p> + <p> + REMSON. Yes, miss. Is that the way they dress in those parts? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. The natives don't even wear that much, Remson. + </p> + <p> + REMSON. It must be right warm there, I fancy. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oh, yes... they never know what cold weather is. + </p> + <p> + REMSON. What is the name of it, Miss Ethel? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Maukuri—it's in the South Seas. + </p> + <p> + REMSON. It seems like I've heard of cannibals in those parts, somewhere. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL, Yes, in some of the groups. But this is just one little island by + itself... nothing else for a hundred miles and more. + </p> + <p> + REMSON. And she's lived there all this time, Miss Ethel? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Fifteen years, Remson. + </p> + <p> + REMSON. And no folks at all there? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Not since her father died. + </p> + <p> + REMSON. [Shakes his head.] Humph! She'd ought to be glad to get home, + Miss Ethel. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. She didn't seem to feel that way. [Takes book and seats herself + by fireplace.] But we'll try to make her change her mind. Just think of + it... she's been forty-six days on the steamer! + </p> + <p> + REMSON. Can it be possible, miss? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Wasn't that the street door just now, Remson? + </p> + <p> + REMSON. I thought so, Miss Ethel. [Moves to door.] Oh! Mrs. Masterson. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [In doorway; a Boston Brahman, aged fifty, wearing + street costume, black.] Any news yet, Remson? + </p> + <p> + REMSON. None, madam. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Master Frederick is at the dock? + </p> + <p> + REMSON. Yes, madam. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. [Enters; slightly younger than his wife, a dapper little + man, bald and henpecked.] No news from the steamer, my dear? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. None. + </p> + <p> + REMSON. Anything further, madam? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Nothing. + </p> + <p> + [Exit REMSON.] + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. It'll be too bad if Oceana has to spend this evening on + the steamer. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Have you taken to calling her by that ridiculous name + also? + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Surely she has a right to select her name! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I was present when she was christened; and so were you, + Quincy. For ME she will remain Anna Talbot until the day she dies. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Anna or Oceana... there's not much difference, it seems. + [Takes paper and sits by window; they do not see ETHEL.] Weren't Letitia + and Henry to be here? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Letitia was... but she's never on time. There's the bell + now. [Looks at photograph.] Humph! So Ethel's had it framed! I + declare... people ought not to be shown a photograph like that.. . it's + not decent. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. My dear! It's the South Sea Islands! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Severely.] This is Back Bay. Oh! Letitia! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Enters; aged about twenty-eight, prim and decorous, Patterned + after her mother; black street costume, with furs.] No news from the + steamer, it seems! Dear me, such weather! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. You didn't walk, I hope? + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. No, but even getting into the stores! I'm exhausted. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. [Looking from paper.] Henry coming? + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. He said he might drop in. He's curious to see the lady. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Humph! No doubt! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Mother, I wish you'd try to do something with Henry. He's so + restless and discontented... he's getting to be simply impossible. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I'm going to talk to him to-day, my dear. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Fancy my going out and burying myself in the country! And he + means it... he's at me all the time about it! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Well, don't go, my dear! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Don't worry yourself... I've not the least intention of going. + Such things as we modern women have to endure! Only fancy, he's got an + idea he wants to be where he can work with his hands! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Henry ought to have discovered these yearnings before he + married one of the Mastersons. As my daughter, you have certain social + obligations to fill... your friends have a claim upon you, quite as much + as your husband. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. He says he wants to take the bungalow and make it over... wants + to plan it and work at it himself. And with me and the children sitting + out on the mountain-top in the snow until he finishes, I suppose! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Quincy, do you know anything about this whim of Henry's + for a day-laborer's life? + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. My dear, Henry's a big, active man, and he wants + something to do. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. But hasn't he his business? + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. I dare say there are things more thrilling to a man than + commercial law-cases. And Henry's been thinking for himself... he says + the law's a cheat. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Yes, I know... I've heard all that. And here we are, + just at this critical moment, when the girl is coming, and when he ought + to be advising us about that will. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. It seems to me, my dear, you've managed to choose your + course without his aid. [A pause.] I hope we shan't have to get into any + quarrel with Oceana. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. We shall not if <i>I</i> can help it, Quincy. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. We simply intend to be firm, father. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. We intend to make it clear that we are going to stand by + our legal rights. With no hard feelings for her personally... + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Rising from chair.] Mother! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Ethel! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Mother, this has gone just as far as it can go! I've felt all + along that something like this was preparing. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. My dear... + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Mother, this concerns me as much as it concerns any one of you. + And I tell you, you have simply got to let me know about that will. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. My dear... + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Do I understand that it is your intention to threaten to go to + law, unless Oceana gives us a part of grandfather's property? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Ethel, I refuse... + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. You might as well tell the child, Sophronia. It's + perfectly certain, Ethel, that your grandfather was not of sound mind + when he made the will. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. It's perfectly certain that he hated you and mother and Aunt + Letitia and me and Freddy... every one of us; and that he had hated us + for years and years; and that he left his money to Oceana to spite us + all. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. That's precisely it, Ethel... + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. And I, for one, knowing that he hated me, don't want his money. + And what is more, I refuse to touch his money. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Not being of age, my dear, you can't... + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. I am near enough of age to possess my self-respect. And I shall + refuse to touch one penny. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. My child, there are a good many pennies in a half million + dollars. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. And when you are of age, Ethel, you'll appreciate.. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. I shall be of age two years from now, and then I shall return to + Oceana every penny of grandfather's money that may have been gotten for + me. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Ethel! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. It seems to me this is a strange way for a young girl to + be speaking to her parents! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. I can't help it, mother. I am meek and patient... I try to let + you have your way with me in everything. But this is a matter of + principle, and I can't let myself be sat on. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Sat on! Is that your view of your mother's attitude + towards you? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. You know, perfectly well, mother; that it's impossible for + anybody to preserve any individuality in contact with you... that as a + matter of fact, neither father nor Letitia nor Freddy nor myself have + preserved a shred of it. Grandfather said that to you himself, the last + time you ever saw him... I know it, for I've heard father say it a + hundred times. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Well! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. It seems to me there's more than a trace of + individuality in this present outburst, Ethel. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Yes, but it's the first time, mother. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Some one is coming. [Turns to door.] Oh! Henry! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Enters; a handsome, powerfully-built man; smooth shaven, + immaculate, reserved in manner.] Well, has the sea-witch arrived? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Not yet. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Freddy's gone to meet her with the limousine. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. I see. And the steamer? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. It was to have docked two hours ago. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Well, that means that I won't see her till tomorrow evening. I've + got to run down to Providence to-night. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. What's the matter? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Nothing important... just a business matter that requires my + presence. Make my apologies; and goodbye, my dear. + </p> + <p> + [Kisses LETITIA.] + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Henry, I wish you'd wait a moment. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. What for, my dear? + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Mother has something to say... + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I want to talk to you about this idea of going to the + country in the winter-time. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Oh! There's no use talking about that, Mrs. Masterson. I see I + can't have my way, so there's no more to be said. I'm not the sort of + man to sulk. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. But such an idea, Henry! For a delicate woman like + Letitia... + </p> + <p> + HENRY. I know... I know. I'd have taken care of her... but that doesn't + interest her. And, of course, I can't take the children away from her, + and there's not much fun in the country alone. So what's the use? I give + up... as I give up everything. Good-bye, all. + </p> + <p> + [Exit.] + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. I declare—such a trial! A husband who's lost his interest + in life! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. It's that new cook of yours, Letitia. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Every cook is worse. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. What he needs is some liver-pills. Quincy, you should + attend to it! [Rises.] Well, I'm going upstairs. You'll stay to dinner, + Letitia? + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Yes, I want to lie down for a while. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. And I'll beat myself a game of billiards. + </p> + <p> + [Exit With LETITIA and MRS. MASTERSON.] + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Drops her book to floor, springs up and paces the room.] Oh! If + only I might change places with Oceana! If I could get away to some + South Sea island, and be my own mistress and live my own life. [Takes + photograph.] Oceana! I'm wild to see you! I want to see you dancing. + Your Sunrise Dance... and to your own music! [Begins to hum the Sunrise + Dance.] Oceana! Oceana! + </p> + <p> + [A step in the hall, she turns.] + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Enters briskly; a college boy, about twenty-one, overgrown, + narrow-chested, good-natured and slangy.] Ethel! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Starts.] Freddy! Where's Oceana? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. She won't get here till morning. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oh, Freddy! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. They can't dock the steamer to-night... there's some tangle at + the pier. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Did you go and see? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. I telephoned about it. I didn't want to wait in this blizzard. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. I'm so sorry! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Me, too. But there's no help for it. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. So long as she doesn't miss to-morrow night! Did I read you what + she said about that, Freddy? [Takes letter from pocket.] "I'll pray for + fair weather, so that I may get there to see the beautiful dancing. + There is nothing in all the world that I love more... my whole being + seems to flow into the dance. I send you the music of my Sunrise Dance, + that father composed for me. You can learn it, and I'll do it for you. I + don't know, of course; but father used to think that I was wonderful in + it.. and he had known all the great dances in Europe. It was the last + thing I heard him play, before he went out in the boat, and I saw him + perish before my eyes." Don't you think that she writes beautifully, + Freddy? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Yes; it's surprising. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL, Oh, yes. Her father was an extraordinary man, Henry says... a + musician and a poet. They had books and everything, apparently. You'd + think she's been living in Europe. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. I see. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Listen to this: [Reads.] "About my name... I forgot to explain. + You see, Anna sounds like England... or New England... and I am not the + least like those places. Father used to see me, as a little tot, diving + through the breakers, and floating out in the sea, with the snow-white + frigate-birds flashing by overhead; and he said I was the very spirit of + the island and the wild, lonely ocean. So he called me Oceana, and + that's the name I've always borne." + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. It just fits my idea of her. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. She goes on: "You mustn't be surprised at what I am. You may + think it's dreadful... even wicked. But at least don't expect anything + like you've ever known before. Fifteen years with only cocoa-palms and + naked savages... the Boston varnish rubs off one. But I'm going to try + to behave. I expect to feel quite at home... I have pictures of all of + you, and a picture of the house... I even have father's keys, to let + myself in with!" + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Can you play her music, Ethel? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Play it? I could play it in my sleep. [Opens piano.] The Sunrise + Dance! [She sits and plays.] Listen! + </p> + <p> + [She plunges into the ecstatic part of the music. FREDDY leans by the + piano, watching her; she plays, more and more enthralled. The door opens + softly.] + </p> + <p> + [OCEANA enters; a girl of twenty-two, superbly formed, dark-skinned, a + picture of glowing health. She is clad in a short skirt and a rough + sailor's reefer with cap to match; underneath this a knitted garment, + tight-fitting and soft—no corsets. She carries two extremely heavy + suitcases, and with no apparent effort. She sets these down and stands + listening to the music, completely absorbed in it. There is the faintest + suggestion of the Sunrise Dance in her attitude.] + </p> + <p> + [OCEANA is trusting, and yet with power of reserve. Throughout the + action, however vehemently she speaks, she seldom really grows angry; + she does not take the game seriously enough. On the other hand her + enjoyment, however keen, never becomes boisterous. Her actions proceed + from a continual overflow of animal health. She is like a little child, + in that she cannot remain physically still for very long at a time; she + moves about the room like an animal in a cage. Her speech proceeds from + an overwhelming interest in the truth, regardless of all personality. + She never conceals anything, and she never represses anything.] + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Finishes the music, then turns, and leaps up.] Oceana! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Turns.] Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Ethel! [Embraces her.] Oh, my dear! How glad I am to see you! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oceana! But how did you get here? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I came on the steamer. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. But it isn't docked + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. They took us to another dock. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Holds her at arm's length.] Oh, how fine you are! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. And you—you can play my father's music! I'm so glad! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. You liked the way I played it? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I liked it! And so I know I shall like you! And I'm so happy + about it—I wanted to like you! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. But how big you are! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Laughing.] Oh, that's the clothes. I got them in Rio. They're + queer, I guess, but I only had a couple of hours. And this is Freddy! + [They shake hands.] It's so good to be here! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. How did you get from the dock? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I walked. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Walked all the way? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Of course... I enjoyed it. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. But in the storm! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I didn't mind that. It's all new to me, you see. My dear, think + of it... I've never seen snow before. I was fairly crazy. + </p> + <p> + [She pulls off the coat and throws it on one of the suitcases.] + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. I must tell mother. And Letitia! [Opens door and calls.] Mother! + Letitia! Oceana's here! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Stoops to pick up the suitcases.] Why... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. What is it? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [He moves them against the wall with a great effort.] You don't + mean you CARRIED those! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why, yes. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. From the docks? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Laughs.] Oh, dear me! I didn't mind that. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Well... I'll be blowed! + </p> + <p> + [He has fallen head over heels in love with her, and whenever he is in + her presence he follows her about with his eyes, like one bewitched.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You aren't strong as you ought to be! You stay too much in the + house! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Here's mother! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Aunt Sophronia! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Enters.] My dear Anna! [Kisses her upon the cheek.] I + am delighted to see you safe. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. And Letitia! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Cousin Letitia! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Enters.] My dear cousin! So glad you are here! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Looking from one to the other, as they eye her critically.] Oh, + are you really glad to see me? You must be, you know... for I've come so + far. And you've no idea how homesick I've been. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Homesick, my dear? For that wild place you left? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. But Aunt Sophronia, that's my home! And it's God's own dream of + beauty! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Yes, my dear... I dare say... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Ah, you've never been there, or you wouldn't feel that way! + Picture it as it is at this moment... the broad white beach... the sun + setting and the clouds aflame... the great green breakers rolling in... + the frigate-birds calling... the palm trees rustling in the wind! And + you don't have to wrap yourself up in clothes... you don't have to shut + yourself up in houses! You plunge through the surf, you dance upon the + beach... naked... + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Aghast.] My dear girl! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh, oh! That's so! I beg your pardon! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Coldly.] It will take you, a little while to get used + to civilized ways... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh, no, no, no! I know about that... I know how it is. Father + told me about Boston. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. My dear... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Don't worry about me. I'm really going to try to behave myself + ... in every way. I want to get the right sort of clothes, you know. I + couldn't get them on my trip... + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. It's just as well, my dear. You'd best have us attend to + that. You will need mourning for quite a while, you understand. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Mourning! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Yes... for your grandfather. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. But, my dear Aunt Sophronia, I couldn't possibly wear mourning! + No, no! I couldn't do that! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Astonished.] Why not? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. In the first place, I never mourn. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. But your own grandfather, my dear! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. But I never knew him. Aunt Sophronia... I never saw him in my + life! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Even so, my dear! Hasn't he left you all his fortune? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. But am I supposed to mourn over that? Why, I'd naturally be + happy about that! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. But surely.. wouldn't you be happy about it? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. My child, one is not supposed to set so much store by + mere money... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. But Aunt Sophronia, money is power! And isn't anybody glad to + have power? What else did I come here for? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I had hoped you had come home for some other things. .. + to see your relatives, for instance. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Here's father! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Uncle Quincy! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. [Enters.] My dear girl! You have come! [Embraces her.] + Why, what a picture you are! A very storm from the tropics! My dear + Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I'm so glad to get here. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Yes, indeed! I can believe it! And a strange experience + it must have been... your first plunge into civilization! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes, Uncle Quincy! It's been horrible! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Horrible, my dear? In what way? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. It's been almost too much for me. Really... I could understand + how it might feel to be sick! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Why, what did you see? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Everything! It rushed over me, all at once! The people... their + dreadful faces! And such noises and odors and sights! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. I hadn't realized... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. And then the saloons! Rows and rows of them! It is ghastly! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. My dear cousin, mother and I contribute regularly to a + temperance society. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. But that hasn't helped, has it? I'm almost wild about such + things—they were the real reason I came home, you know. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. How do you mean? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. They had got to my island! They are turning it into a hell! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. In what way? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why, it's a long story. I didn't write... it would have taken + too long. Two years ago there was a ship laid up... and the crew found, + quite by accident, that our island rock is all phosphate; something very + valuable... for fertilizer, it seems. So they bought land from the + natives, and now there's a company, and a trading-post, and all that. + And oh, my people are going all to pieces! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. The natives, you mean? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes... the people I have loved all my life. And I've tried so + hard... I've pleaded with them, I've wept and prayed with them! But + they're lost! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. You mean rum? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I mean everything. Rum, and cocaine, and sugar, and canned food, + and clothes, and missionaries... all civilization! And worse yet, Aunt + Sophronia... ah, I can't bear to think of it! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. What? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You wouldn't let me tell you what. [In a low voice.] Imagine my + people, my beautiful people, with the soft, brown skins and the big + black eyes, and hair like the curtains of night. They are not savages, + you understand... they are gentle and kindly. They ride the rushing + breakers in their frail canoes, they fish and gather fruits in the + forests, they dream in the soft, warm sunshine... they are happy, they + are care-free, their whole life is a song. And they are trusting, + hospitable... the wonderful white strangers come, and they take them + into their homes, and open their hearts to them. And the strangers go + away and leave them a ghastly disease, that rages like a fire in their + palm-thatched cabins, that sweeps through their villages like a tornado. + And the women's hair falls out... they wither up... they're old hags in + a year or two. And the babies... I've helped bring them into the + world... and they had no lips... their noses were gone! They were + idiots... blind... + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Wildly.] Anna Talbot! I must beg you to have a little + discretion! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Why should we hear about these things, Oceana? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. My dear, it comes from America. The ships came from here! There + was one of them I saw... "The Mary Jane, of Boston, Mass." + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. No doubt, among such low men... men of vile life. .. + sailors... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. No, Aunt Sophronia... you're mistaken! It's everywhere. Isn't + it, Uncle Quincy? You're a doctor... YOU must know! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Why, to tell the truth... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. TELL the truth! Am I not right? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Of course you're right! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Freddy! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Ah! You know! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. This is outrageous! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You mean you don't teach your children about it? Why... + </p> + <p> + [She stares at them, perplexed.] + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. You don't understand our ways, Anna... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. No, no... I don't. I don't think I ever can. You'd let some man + come and make love to Ethel... and you'd never warn her? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. They warned me to turn my toes out when I walked, and not to eat + fish with a knife. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. If this conversation is to go on, I insist that the + children shall leave the room. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh, I'm awfully sorry, Aunt Sophronia! Why, I didn't mean any + harm. It's all so real to me. [She gazes from one to the other, hoping + for some sign of a thaw.] Just think... these were the people that I'd + loved... that I'd grown up with all my life. I'd fished in their canoes, + I'd hunted with them and basked on the beach with them. I'd watched the + young men and girls dancing their love-dances in the moonlit glades... + [She pauses again.] Oughtn't I to talk about THAT? + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. My dear girl... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Stares at them; a sudden idea occurs to her.] Perhaps I ought + to explain to you... you're no doubt wondering. I'm a virgin myself, you + know. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Starting up.] OH! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. But weren't you thinking of that? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Why, of course not! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. But Aunt Sophronia! You know you were! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Sputters.] Oh! OH! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You were thinking to yourself, this girl's been playing around + on the beaches with savages... and what's been happening to her? + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. My dear niece, I'm afraid you'll have to take some + account of our civilized prejudices. We simply don't say everything that + we think. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Springing up.] Oh, dear me! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make + you unhappy! I was going to be so good. I was going to try to conform to + everything. Why, just think of it, Aunt Sophronia... in Rio I actually + bought a pair of corsets. And I tried to wear them. I. .. Oceana! Around + my waist! Think of it! [She looks for sympathy.] I couldn't stand + them... I climbed to the topmast and threw them to the sharks. But now + it seems that you all wear corsets on your minds and souls. [A pause.] + Never mind... let's talk about something else. I'm getting restless. You + see... I'm not used to being in a room... it seems like a box to me... I + can hardly breathe. The air in here is dreadful... hadn't any of you + noticed? [Silence. Apparently nobody had.] Would you mind if I opened a + window? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. It is storming outside, Anna. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes, but one can exercise and keep warm. just a minute... + please. [She flings up a window; a gale blows in.] Ah, feel that! + </p> + <p> + [MRS. MASTERSON, LETITIA and DR. MASTERSON draw away from the window.] + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. This is simply outrageous! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. It is beyond all words! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. My dear, consider... + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I won't have that creature in my house a minute longer. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. My dear, be reasonable! + </p> + LETITIA. REASONABLE? + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Consider what is at stake! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. But what hope have we to get anything out of such a + woman? + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. We have some hope, I'm sure. If we... + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Didn't you hear her say she'd come home for nothing but + the money? + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Yes... but at least she's honest enough to say it, + Sophronia. And she's here as our guest... she wants to be friendly ... + don't let it come to an open break with her! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. But how can we HELP it, father? + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. It's just a matter of letting her talk. And what harm + will that do us? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. But we can't lock her up in the house. And can we + introduce her to our friends? Tomorrow night, for instance! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. We must manage it somehow. When we've once had an + understanding with her, it won't take long to get the papers signed, and + after that we won't care. Control yourself, Sophronia, I implore you! + Don't let your prejudices ruin us! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Steals to them, in agitation.] Mother, CAN'T you be good to her? + You don't understand her at all. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Coldly.] Thank you, Ethel... + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [To FREDDY, who joins them.] Can't you say something to them, + Freddy? They treat her so badly. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. They hate her, Ethel! They couldn't understand her. + </p> + <p> + [OCEANA takes deep breaths, expelling them in short, sharp puffs.] + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. What in the world are you doing? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. That's one of the Yogi exercises. Haven't any of you studied the + Vedantas? + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. We are all Episcopalians here, Oceana. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh, I see! + </p> + <p> + [She takes a deep breath and then pounds her chest like a gorilla.] + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. And pray, what is THAT? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I'm just getting some of the civilization out of my lungs. + </p> + <p> + [A furious gale blows.] + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Really, my dear, we shall have to leave the room. We'll + all catch our death of cold. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. My dear Aunt Sophronia, nobody ever caught a cold from winter + air. Colds come from over-eating and bad ventilation. [She closes the + window.] However, there you are! [Eagerly.] Now, let's have something + beautiful—so that I can forget my blunders. Let's have some music. + Will you play for me, Cousin Letitia? + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. I don't play, my dear. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. What? Why, father told me you played all the time! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. That was before my marriage. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh, I see! [Laughs.] The music has accomplished its purpose! + [Stops, alarmed.] Oh! I've done it again! [Goes to LETITIA.] My dear + cousin, believe me, I meant no offense. I'm never personal. I was simply + formulating a principle of sociology! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. You have strange ways, my dear niece. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Are you always so direct, so ruthless? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. That's the word, isn't it? That's what father taught me. Never + to think about personalities... to go after the truth! He used to quote + that saying of Nietzsche's: "To hunger after knowledge as the lion for + his food!" + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Oh, you read Nietzsche, do you? How could you get such + books? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. We had a government steamer from New Zealand three times a year, + you know. That brought our mail. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. And your father permitted you to read these improper + things? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. My father taught me to face the facts of my being. My father was + a fighter, you know. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Grimly.] Yes, I knew that. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Life had hurt him. Some day you must tell me about it... what it + was that happened to him here in Boston. He never would talk about it, + but I've often wondered. It must have been my mother. What did she do to + him before she died? [She pauses, expecting an answer.] Was it that she + was just conventional like you? [She pauses again.] It must have been + something dreadful... he felt so keenly about it. He burned it into my + very soul... his fear of civilization. And here I am... right in the + midst of it... I'm letting it get its claws into me! I'm wearing its + clothes... [She tears at them.] I'm breathing its air! I don't believe I + can stand it! [She paces the room restlessly.] My soul is suffocating, + as well as my body. I must have something to remind me of the sky, and + the open sea, and the great spaces. I must go back again to my home, to + my island! [Stretches out her arms to them appealingly.] Ah, can't some + of you understand about it? Can't some of you take pity on me? It's so + strange to me... so different from everything I've been used to! Aunt + Sophronia! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Takes a step reluctantly.] My dear! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Springing forward.] No! No! They don't understand! They don't + really care. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Ethel! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. But you! Ethel! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Rushes and flings herself at OCEANA'S feet, clutching her + dress.] Take me with you! Take me away to your island! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Turning to FREDDY.] And you... won't you be my friend? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Goes to her.] I will! [She holds out her hand to him; he + hesitates, gazing at her awe-stricken.] May I... may I take your hand? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why certainly! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [With fervor.] Oceana! + </p> + [CURTAIN] <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ACT II + </h2> + <p> + SCENE: Same as Act I. + </p> + <p> + [At rise: DR. MASTERSON in easy-chair near the window; opens newspaper, + sighs, wipes glasses, prepares to read.] + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Enters with LETITIA.] Well! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Home, are you? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Yes! And such a day! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Shopping with Oceana! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Humph! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Imagine buying clothes for a woman who won't squeeze her + waist, and won't let her skirts touch the ground! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Why didn't you take her to the men's department? + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Don't make a joke of it, father. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. How did you make out? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Well, we've got her so the police won't molest her. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. We told Madame Clarice her trunks had been misplaced in the + steamer hold. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Ingenious! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Yes! Only she spoiled it all by telling the truth! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Where is she now? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. She's walking... she says she must have exercise. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. The air in the limousine is close, it seems. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. You got something she could wear to-night? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Oh, yes, that part's all right. If I could only have selected + the things she's going to SAY to-night! + </p> + <p> + [A pause.] + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Well, and what are the signs? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I don't know. I can't read her at all. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. You haven't broached the subject yet? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Not definitely. I've hinted at it. I said we were + worried about the future of Freddy and Ethel. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. And what did she say to that? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. She said that she'd take care of them, if I'd let her. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Why... that's promising. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. So I thought... till I found she meant taking them off + to the South Seas! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Oh! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I thought I'd wait till to-night... after the dancing. + You see, she'll have met some company, and I thought she might be + feeling more... more genial. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. I understand. A good idea. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Miss Pilkington ought to put her in a good mood. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. She's passionately fond of fancy dancing, it seems. And + Ethel's been writing her about to-night, so she's quite excited about + it. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. I see. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. People are wildly jealous of us because we got Miss Pilkington + to come here. Everybody's talking about it. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. You haven't heard any criticisms, I hope? + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Nothing that amounts to anything. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I wish I could feel comfortable about it. It seems so + very daring. It's been only seven months since the funeral. To be sure + ... father and I hadn't spoken for ten years. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. And everybody knows the entertainment is for charity. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. And we've only asked the very best people. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. And the date was arranged over a year ago. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. And it isn't as if we were going to dance ourselves, mother. + And then they are "Biblical Dances," too. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I know—I know. But then, the world is so quick to + gossip. They might say we were doing it because he left his fortune to a + girl in the Cannibal Islands! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Perhaps it's just as well the girl's to be here. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Yes, if we can keep her within bounds. I shall be on + pins and needles till it's over. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Such a white elephant in one's home! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. And then the way Freddy and Ethel are behaving! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Freddy wanted to stay from college and Ethel from her music + lesson—both of them to go and sit around in the stores while + Oceana bought clothes! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Well, of all things! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I hardly know Ethel any more! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. And Freddy sits around and stares at her like a man out of his + wits! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. That'll be the next thing, I suppose... she'll run off + and marry him! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Well, mightn't that be a good way to solve the problem? + To keep the money in the family? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Ouincy! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Besides—she mightn't marry him. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Letitia! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Why not, mother? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I'm sure, my child, you have no reason for saying + anything like THAT. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. I don't trust the minx! + </p> + <p> + [A pause.] + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Has Henry got home? + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. He's probably there now. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Is he coming here to dinner? + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. I'm not sure. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. You'd better take my advice and not let him. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Why not? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Because, the first thing you know, we'll have Henry in + love with her, too. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Horrified.] MOTHER! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I mean it, my dear—quite seriously. What's the + meaning of all this discontent of Henry's? I know him well enough.. . + he's just the man to be taken in by the tricks of such a woman! SHE'D + give him plenty of outdoor exercise! SHE'D go live in the country with + him! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Springing up.] Mother! How horrible! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Forewarned is forearmed, Letitia. You listen to me, and + let Henry see just as little of Anna Talbot as you can. And when he's + with her, you be there, too. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [In great agitation.] I'll go home right now and see to him! + </p> + <p> + [Exit.] + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. [Sighs.] Oh, dear! And I was waiting for Henry to play + billiards with! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. You might get Anna to play billiards with you. No doubt + she's an expert. + </p> + <p> + [Exit right.] + </p> + <p> + [DR. MASTERSON sighs, shakes his head, and resumes reading.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Enters, radiant, clad in an ermine cloak.] Well, Uncle Quincy! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Oceana! Bless me! How gorgeous! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Takes it off and throws it on the chair.] It's really too warm + for walking. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. I should have thought, coming from a tropical climate. .. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Ah, but my blood circulates, you see. [Sits opposite him.] Uncle + Quincy, I want to have a talk with you. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Yes, my dear? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Uncle Quincy, why do you let Aunt Sophronia and Letitia frighten + you the way they do? + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. My dear girl! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Take yesterday afternoon, for instance—what I said about + syphilis. You know I was right, and yet you didn't dare say so. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Really, Oceana... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You are an educated man—a man of science. You know what + modern ideas are. And yet you consent to be walked all over! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. My dear... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Here are these women... they have leisure and opportunity. .. + they ought to be doing some good in the world. And yet they haven't an + idea except to act as other people think they ought to act! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Dear me! Dear me! + </p> + <p> + [Rises and begins to pace the room.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Don't run away from me. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. I'm not running away. But you are so disconcerting, + Oceana... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I know; but that's only because you know that what I say is + true, and you don't like to feel that anybody else knows it. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Off.] Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Freddy! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Enters.] Oh! Father's here! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes; we were having a chat. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Hesitates.] Father, will you excuse me, please... I have + something very important to say to Oceana. I've been waiting for her. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Why... what... + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Don't ask me, please. I must have a talk with her right away. + Please come, Oceana. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. All right. + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. I was going to the billiard-room, anyway. Pray excuse me. + </p> + <p> + [Exit centre.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Smiles.] See him run! Well, Freddy, what is it? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Intensely.] Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. What's the matter? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. You mustn't stay here! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why not? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. They'll ruin you, Oceana! They'll crush you, they'll spoil you + forever! You must go away! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why, my dear boy, how can they hurt me? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. They will, they will! I've been thinking about it all day! I + didn't go to college... I spent the whole day pacing the streets. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why, Freddy! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. And I want you to come away! Come away with me! I want you.. . + [Wildly.]... I want you to marry me! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Aghast.] Why, Freddy! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Oh, I know it's a fool way... to blurt it out at you like that. + I thought up a hundred ways to say it to you. I had a fine speech all by + heart, but I can't remember a word of it. When I see you I can't even + think straight. I'm simply beside myself... I can't rest, I can't sleep, + I can't do anything. I used to laugh at such ideas, but now I'm + frightened at myself. Can't you understand me, Oceana? Oceana... I love + you! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Whispers.] My poor boy! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. I don't ask you to say yes... I just ask you to give me a + chance... a hope. If I thought I might win you, I'd do anything.. . + anything! I'd wait for you... I'd work for you... I'd worship you! + Oceana! [He stops.] May I... May I take your hand? [She does not give + it.] Ah, no! I have no right! Oceana, listen to me! I have thought that + I was in love before... but it was just childish, it was nothing like + this. This has been a revelation to me... it makes all the world seem + different to me. And just see how suddenly it's come... why, yesterday I + was a boy! Yesterday I thought some things were interesting... and + to-day I wonder how I could have cared about them. Nothing seems the + same to me. And it all happened at once, it was like an explosion... the + first instant I laid eyes on you I knew that you were the one woman I + could ever love. And I said to myself, she will laugh at you. + </p> + <p> + [He hesitates.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. No, I won't laugh at you. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. I tried to keep it to myself, but I couldn't... not if I were to + be hanged for it. I'm just... just torn out of myself. I'm trembling + with delight, and then I'm plunged into despair, and then I stop to + think and I'm terrified. For I don't know what I can do. Everything in + my life is gone—I won't know how to live if you send me away. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Gravely.] Freddy, come sit down here. Be rational now. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Yes. + </p> + <p> + [He sits watching her, in a kind of daze.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. In the first place, Freddy... you must understand, it isn't the + first time this has happened to me. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. No, I suppose not. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. The officers of the ships always used to fall in love with me. + There were three on this last steamer. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Yes. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You say to marry you. But it's difficult for me to imagine + myself marrying any man, no matter how much I loved him. One has to make + so many promises, you know. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. How do you mean? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You have to "love, honor and obey." + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. But, Oceana! That's a mere form. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. No, no. It's written in the laws. All kinds of things... people + don't realize it. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. But surely... if you love a man... a decent man... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. No decent man ought to ask a woman to sign away her + self-respect. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Bewildered.] But then... then... what would you do? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Watches him, then laughs to herself.] Boston is such a funny + place! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Hey? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Let us leave marriage out now... let us talk of love. Realize + how much more serious it is to a woman than it is to a man. A man meets + a woman and he finds her beautiful, and his blood begins to boil, and he + says: "I adore you." And so she gives herself to him; and then, the next + morning, he goes off and forgets all about it. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. No, no! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I don't say you, Freddy. But it's happened that way. The woman, + though... she doesn't forget. She carries a reminder. And it's not only + that she has the burden of the child... the anguish of the birth... the + task of suckling and rearing it. It's that she has a miniature of the + man with her all the rest of her days. She has his soul there... blended + with the thing she loves most of all in the world. And so, don't you see + how careful she has to be, how desperately important the thing is to + her? [She sits lost in thought.] I have never been in love, Freddy, not + the least little bit. I have never felt that call in my blood. But some + day I shall feel it; and when I do, I shall take that man as if before a + court of judgment. I shall take him away with me. I shall ask myself not + merely, "Is he beautiful and strong of body?" but, "Is he beautiful and + strong in soul?" I would not ask that he be learned... he might not + chance to be a cultured man. But he would be a man of power, he would be + a man who could rule himself, he would be a soul without base alloy. And + when I had satisfied myself as to that, I would have found my mate. I + would say to him, "I wish you to be the father of my child." [She sits + again, brooding.] I would not exact pledges of him. I would say to him, + "I do not ask you to take care of me; I do not ask you to take care of + my child. You may go away when you wish... that rests with you; but <i>I</i> + wish the child." [She pauses.] Do you see? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Yes, I see. [He gazes at her, frightened.] And you... you do not + feel that way about me? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Not the least little bit, Freddy. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. And if I waited ever so long? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I do not believe that I should ever feel it, [She puts her hand + upon his arm.] My dear, dear boy! Learn to look at it as I do. Face it + like a man. It is one of those things that we cannot help.. . that we do + not even understand. It is the chemistry of sex; it is Nature's voice + speaking to us. It means no disgrace to you that I do not love you... it + means no inferiority, no defeat. It is the signal that Nature gives us, + that we wait for, and dare not disregard. You dare not ask me to + disregard it! [He is gazing into her eyes like one entranced.] You must + let me teach you... you must let me help you. You must not let this mean + misery and despair. Take hold of yourself. Perhaps you and Ethel can go + back with me to my island... for I think that I am going. [He continues + to gaze at her, speechless with admiration. She presses his arm.] Now + promise me. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. What? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. That you will be a man. + </p> + <p> + [They gaze into each other's eyes.] + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Off.] Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Here is your sister. Let us not trouble her. [Aloud.] Ethel! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Enters in street costume.] Oh, here you are! And your new + clothes! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Do you like me? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. No, they don't belong to you! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Laughs.] Well, I shan't wear them long. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. What are you going to do? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I'm going to design some for myself. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. What kind? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I don't know yet. But it'll be something that will leave my legs + outside. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. And did you get something beautiful for tonight? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I got something that will do. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oceana, when am I to see the dance? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I told you, when I have my costume. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. But when will that be? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. When my trunks have come. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. They came this afternoon. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh! Then we'll have it to-morrow morning! And I'll show you my + beautiful bridal-robe. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Bridal-robe? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes. Didn't I tell you? It was made for me by one of our King's + sons. His name was Paukopi... that means, in our language, "Child of the + Sea Foam." And he was in love with me. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oh! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. He was very sad and went away by himself. But he was a man.. . + he did not go to pieces. [She looks at FREDDY.] He went into the forest + and spent his time hunting wild birds; and he gathered their feathers + and made them into this gorgeous robe... purple and gold and green and + scarlet. He brought it and laid it at my feet, and said that it was my + bridal-robe, that I must wear it at my feast. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oh, how lovely! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Rises and turns away in despair.] Oh! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Tell me a little about the Sunrise Dance. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. It represents the worship of Nature. It portrays an awakening + from slumber... you know the soft part of the music at the beginning... + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Yes. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Then gradually I rise to my feet and gaze towards the light. + There is the sun shining upon the waves of the sea, and upon the palm + branches. All life is awakening and singing for joy... and so the music + rises to an ecstasy. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. And do you dance other things? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh, yes—lots of things. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oh, Oceana! I'm just wild to see you! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. And I'm wild to dance. I must have some vent pretty soon. You + see, at home I was out of doors all the time. I hunted and fished, I + swam and dived, I danced on the beach. And here... why, I walk down the + street, and I daren't even so much as sing out loud. I have to remember + that I'm a young lady, and have an ermine cloak on! Truly, I don't see + how you ever stand it! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. We were brought up that way. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes; and that's why you're undeveloped and frail. But tell me, + don't you ever have an impulse to play? That beautiful snow out there—don't + you want to tumble round in it and pelt each other with snowballs? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. We did that when we were children. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes, that's the way. But I, you see... I'm a child still; and I + expect to be always. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. And are you always happy, Oceana? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Always. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. You never... you never even start to feel sad? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why yes, now and then. But I don't permit such moods. You see, I + have the conviction that there is nothing beautiful or right about + sorrow—never, under any circumstances. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. You mean you would not mourn, even if some one you loved were to + die? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I mean that I did not. [She pauses.] Yes, exactly... my father. + He had been my life's companion, and they brought him home drowned; and + yet I did not mourn. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I had trained myself... for just that. We had made ourselves + what you might call soul-exercises; little ceremonies to remind + ourselves of things we wished to hold by. The Sunrise Dance was one of + those. And then, on the last day of each month, at sunset, we would sit + and watch the shadows fade, and contemplate death. [She pauses, + gravely.] We would say to ourselves that we, too, were shadows ... + rainbows in the sea-mist; that we held our life as a gift... we carried + it in our hands, ready to give it up when we heard the call. [A pause.] + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Opens door centre and enters. Sees OCEANA and halts.] Oh! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Turns and sees him.] Why! Here's a man! [They gaze at each + other, transfixed.] Ethel! Who is he? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Why, this is Henry. Letitia's husband. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh! Letitia's husband! [With a sudden, frank gesture, putting + out her hand.] Henry! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Oceana! + </p> + <p> + [As their hands meet, they stand looking into each other's faces.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Gripping his hand tightly.] You are strong! [Looks at his + hand.] And you do not smoke, either! Let me see your eyes. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Perplexed.] My eyes? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Your eyes. [Turns him toward the light; studies his eyes.] They + dosed you with quinine! Malaria, I suppose? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Why... yes. But how can you tell? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I can tell many things. Let me see your tongue. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Bewildered.] My tongue? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Your tongue. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. But what for? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I can tell more about a man by looking at his tongue for a + minute than by listening to it for a week. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. But, Oceana— + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I am in earnest. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Laughs.] Why... really... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Are you afraid? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Good heavens, no! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Put it out. [He pats his tongue out and she examines it.] So! A + man with a red tongue! And in a civilized city! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Oughtn't it to be red? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. And he doesn't know what it ought to be! How delicious! [She + steps back from him.] And so you are Letitia's husband. Tell me, are you + happy with her? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Startled; stares at her intently.] No, no... you ought not to + ask me that. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why not? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [In a low voice.] Because you know. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes, that's true. [A pause; she changes the subject.] I have + heard my father speak of you often. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. He remembered me, did he? I was only twenty when he went away. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. He said that he taught you to play single-stick. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Ah yes, to be sure! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. He taught me also. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. You? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. It was our favorite game. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. It's a rather rough game for a woman. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I love it. We'll have a bout. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. I'm afraid... I don't think I could. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why not? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Laughs.] I should find it a psychical impossibility to hit a + woman. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You might find it a physical impossibility in this case. [With + sudden excitement.] Why, my trunks have come! We could have a go before + dinner. Couldn't we, Freddy? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. I suppose so. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh, it's just what I'm pining for! To get my blood stirring + again! And you, too... surely you must be chafing, out of patience! [She + stops abruptly.] Oh! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Enters left.] Henry! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Yes? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. When did you get here? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Just a minute ago. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. You've met Anna, I see. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes, Aunt Sophronia... we're getting along famously. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Letitia's looking for you, Henry. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Where is she? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. She went home to find you. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Humph! I came here for her. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. She wants you at once. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. All right. Good-bye, Oceana. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Until later. + </p> + <p> + HENRY [exit centre with MRS. MASTERSON.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. So that is Henry! Tell me, Ethel, have they any children? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Yes... two. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. How long have they been married? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Six years. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Six years! And is he really happy? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Why... you know Letitia. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes, but I don't know Henry. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Laughs.] I guess he's so-so. Like most of us. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Half to herself.] I'll find out for myself. ['Phone rings; + FREDDY rises.] What's that? It's the 'phone. [Rises.] I hadn't noticed + it before! How interesting! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. That's so! You never saw one? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [At 'phone.] Hello! Yes, this is Mrs. Masterson's. This is her + son. Can't I take the message? Oh, from Miss Pilkington. Oh! Why, that's + too bad! Why no, of course not. Tell Miss Pilkington we're as sorry as + can be! No, I'll attend to it. Good-bye. [Turns.] Miss Pilkington can't + come! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. What? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. She's slipped in the snow and hurt her ankle. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oh, Freddy! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. What a shame! + </p> + <p> + [They stare at one another.] + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Was that she at the 'phone? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. No, her maid. She's laid up. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. What in the world will we do? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. It's too late to notify people. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. How perfectly beastly! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. I'll go tell mother. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. No, wait! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. What is it? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I've an idea. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. What? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why not let ME take her place? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. How do you mean? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Let me dance! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oh! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why not? I'd love to do it. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oceana! You'd do the Sunrise Dance? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes; and then if they liked it, I could do some others. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oh, Oceana! How perfectly lovely! But... but I wonder if it would + be all right. I mean... it wouldn't shock them? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why should it, my dear? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Is it what they'd call proper? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why, of course, Ethel. How ridiculous! It isn't a sex-dance. + It's religious. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. And the costume? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh, the costume is beautiful. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Then I'll ask mother. + </p> + <p> + [Starts to go.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Wait. Will Henry be there? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Of course. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Are you sure? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Of course. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Eagerly.] Why ask your mother at all? Why not just go ahead and + do it? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why not? She'd only worry meantime. So let's just wait, and I'll + go ahead. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oh, would you dare? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why, of course! She needn't know until almost time. Is this Miss + Pilkington known here? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. No, she's never been in Boston before. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Mother met her in London. She promised she'd do her famous + Biblical Dances for mother's pet foundling asylum. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Well, don't you see? Most of the people wouldn't know till it + was all over! And oh, Ethel, it would be such a lark! [ETHEL and FREDDY + gaze at each other dubiously.] Who was going to play for Miss + Pilkington? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. I was. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Well, then, you can play for me! You see, Ethel, I'm afraid to + tell your mother... she mightn't be willing. She wants to suppress me, + and oh, I just can't be suppressed! I must have something to do or I'll + jump out of my skin, Ethel. Truly, my dear, if this goes on much longer, + I'll go out and climb the telegraph pole in front of the house! And if I + can only make an impression with my dancing, then I may choose that for + my career. I've been thinking of it seriously... it's one way, that + people might let me preach joy and health to them. If I can't do that, + I'll go off and turn into a suffragette, or join the Anarchists, or + something worse! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Freddy, what do you say? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. I'll stand my share of the racket. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh, come on! I'm just wild for some kind of mischief! I could + dance like the grandmother of all the witches! Come, let's practice + some. Play for me, Ethel! Play! [Pushes her toward the piano; raises her + hands in triumph; whispers.] Henry! + </p> + CURTAIN <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ACT III + </h2> + <p> + [Front part of stage shows an ante-room, with folding doors opening to + rear part, which represents a portion of the Masterson parlor, curtained + off to form a stage for the dance. Entrances down stage right and left. + Up stage, at the left, are the curtains, which part in the middle; they + are held by a cord which is fastened by the wall. OCEANA'S trunk stands + near entrance, right. Also a couple of chairs.] + </p> + <p> + [At rise: FREDDY stands left, holding curtain cord. OCEANA lies up + centre, covered with the "Bridal-robe," asleep. Music of Sunrise Dance + begins softly. FREDDY draws back curtains, revealing part of audience, + left. He steals off. OCEANA gradually awakens, raises her head, lifts + herself to her knees, stretches out her hands in worship to the Sun-god. + Then slowly she rises, rapt in wonder. The robe falls back, revealing a + filmy costume, primitive, elemental, naive. She begins to sway, and + gradually glides into an ecstatic dance, which portrays the joyful + awakening of morning.] + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Enters, left, in great agitation, stares at OCEANA, + wrings her hands, paces about, signals to her frantically.] Oh! Oh! + </p> + <p> + [Rushes left and releases curtains, which fall.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Turns in consternation.] Why! What... [Sees MRS. MASTERSON.] + Aunt Sophronia! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. How dare you! How dare you! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why, what's the matter? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. You ask me? Oh, oh! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Aunt Sophronia, you stopped my dance! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Hussy! Shameless wanton! You have disgraced me before + all the world! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Stares at her, slowly comprehending.] Oh! I see! [Goes to her + with signs of distress.] Oh, Aunt Sophronia, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean + to displease you! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Such a humiliation! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Aunt Sophronia, you must believe me... I had a reason! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. A what? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. A reason for doing it! I couldn't help it... believe me, believe + me! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. But what... what reason? What do you mean? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I can't tell you, Aunt Sophronia. But truly... if you knew, you + would understand. I simply had to do it. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Bewildered.] Is the girl mad? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes, I believe that is it! I am mad! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. [Opens door and enters left.] Oceana! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Hurries to him.] Quincy! Don't come in here! It's not + decent! [Pushes him towards door; to OCEANA.] Put something on you, + girl! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Of course. [Puts on robe.] + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I can't comprehend you! Have you no sense of shame + whatever? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I had a sense of shame. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Naked! Almost naked! And in my home! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Enters left.] Mother, what's the matter? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Ethel! You knew of this outrageous plot... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. One moment, Aunt Sophronia. The blame for this rests upon me + alone. I told Ethel that the dance was all right. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Ethel, leave the room. This is no place for you. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Mother! The people are waiting... + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Go at once! [To DR. MASTERSON.] Quincy, go out and make + some apology to our guests. Explain to them that we had no idea... we + were imposed upon... + </p> + <p> + [Applause heard off left.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Perhaps if your guests were consulted... + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. My dear Sophronia... + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Pushes him off.] Go! Quickly! [Turns to OCEANA.] And as + for you, Anna Talbot, there is no more to be said. You have overwhelmed + me with shame. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Perhaps, Aunt Sophronia, you would prefer I should leave your + house? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Stiffly.] I would make no objection. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I will go as soon as I dress. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Very well. [Starts towards the door.] I will do what I + can to atone for your wantonness. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. One moment, Aunt Sophronia. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Well? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Ethel tells me that you had something to say to me about + grandfather's will. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Oh! Ethel told you, did she? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes... she wished you to know that she had told me. Of course, + feeling towards me as you do, you would hardly expect me to give up any + rights that I may have. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. We will be content with what rights the law allows us. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. What I wished to say was that I would be willing to give Ethel + part of my inheritance. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Oh! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I would not give it to Freddy, for he is a man, and I should be + breaking the mainspring of his life. But I will give half my money to + Ethel, provided that you will consent to let her go with me. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Oh! So that is your idea! You have already weaned the + child from me... you have made her a traitor to me; and now you wish to + buy her altogether. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Aunt Sophronia! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Your offer is declined. I have no more to say to you. + </p> + <p> + [She sweeps out.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Stands lost in thought; a smile grows upon her face.] Poor Aunt + Sophronia! + </p> + <p> + [Begins to hum, and to sway as in the Sunrise Dance. She completes the + dance from where she was interrupted, from an impulse of inner delight.] + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Steals in right; watches her, enraptured, as she stands with + arms outstretched in ecstasy. He rushes towards her and flings himself + at her feet, clasping her hand.] Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Freddy! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Sobbing incoherently.] Oceana! I can't stand it! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why... what's the matter? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. I love you! I love you! I can't live without you! I can't give + you up... Oceana, have mercy on me! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Gravely.] Freddy! This won't do! No... let go of me, please! + You must control yourself. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Don't send me away! How can you be so cruel to me? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. But, Freddy, I have told you that I don't love you. [She stands, + thinking.] Give me my robe. Now, come sit down here, and listen to me. I + am going away, Freddy, and you won't see me any more. And that is for + the best... for you must get me out of your mind. I don't love you, + Freddy. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. And you never would love me? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Never. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. But why not... why not? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I can't tell you that. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Oh, you are pitiless to me! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. One does not give love out of pity. That is a cowardly thing to + ask. [She pauses.] I must be frank with you, Freddy. You have got to + face the facts. When I give my love, it will be to a man; and you are + not a man. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. But I am growing up! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. No; you don't understand me. You should have grown up years ago. + You have been stunted. [She takes his hand.] Look! See the stains! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Why... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Cigarettes! And you want to be a man! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Is that so unforgivable? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. It is only one thing of many, my dear cousin. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Oceana, you don't know what men are! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh, don't I! My dear boy, there is nothing about men that I + don't know. I have read Krafft-Ebing and Havelock Ellis... I know it + all. I know it as a physician knows it. I can read a man's diseases in + his complexion... I can read his vices in his eyes. Don't you see? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Drops his eyes.] I see! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Don't think that I am despising you, dear boy. I know the world + you have lived in. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. But what can I do? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You can go away, and make a man of yourself. Go West, get out + into the open. Learn to ride and hunt... harden your muscles and expand + your chest. Until then you're not fit to be the father of any woman's + child! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Drop college, you mean? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Be your own college! The idea of trying to build a brain in a + body that's decaying! How could you stand it? Don't you ever feel that + you are boiling over... that you must have something upon which you can + wreak yourself? Don't you feel that you'd like to tame a horse, or to + sail a boat in a storm? Don't you ever read about adventures? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Yes, I read about them. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. And don't you ever feel that you must experience them? That you + must face some kind of danger... do something that you can look back on + with pride? Why, see... six years ago there came to our island three + war-canoes full of savages... cannibals they were. If father and I + hadn't been there, they'd have wiped our people out. And do you think + I'd give up the memory of that struggle? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. What happened? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Fortunately they came in the daytime, so we soon drove them back + to their boats. See... I'll show you. [She goes to trunk.] Here's one of + them. + </p> + <p> + [She lifts up a human skull.] + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Good Lord! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Notice that crack. That was done with a spear... by my prince, + the one who made me this robe, you know. He cleaned the skull out for + me. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Rather a ghastly sort of souvenir. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh, I don't mind that. Father and I found it useful... a sort of + memento mori. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Looking into trunk.] And what are those things? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. They are some of my arrows. And these are what we used for + bowls... turtle-shells, you see. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Pointing.] But those? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh, my single-sticks. [Lifts them.] That's the game Henry and I + were talking about. You ought to get him to teach it to you. + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. What's it like? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I'll show you. [She takes from the trunk two leather helmets and + gloves.] Here you are! It's an old English game... didn't you ever read + "Robin Hood"? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Oh, it's that? Why, they used to crack each other's heads! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. The object was to draw first blood. But we used to wear these + helmets. You see how we've dented them up? And these old cudgels... how + they remind me of father! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Humph! They're heavy. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You take the stick this way; it's a kind of fencing. [She gives + him a stick and illustrates the play.] No, so! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Enters.] What's this? Is this the way you get ready to + leave? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Imploring.] Oh, Aunt Sophronia, I beg your pardon! I got so + interested... + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Is there no limit to your indiscretion? + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. [Enters hurriedly.] Sophronia, I beg of you... + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I will hear no more of this! I have spoken, once for + all... + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. But, my dear... + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. No more! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. But, Sophronia, the people don't understand why.... + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. It was outrageous! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. I know. But since it was begun... it's so difficult to + explain... + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. No more of this! I won't hear it! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Enters; stares about.] Mrs. Masterson, what have you done here? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. There is no reason why you should concern yourself with + it. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. But I wish to know. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. What do you wish to know? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Did you stop Oceana's dance? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I did. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. And why? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Because I saw fit to. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. But your guests... + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. I will attend to my guests. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. But what is Oceana going to do? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. She is going to leave our house. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. This is a shame. Most of the people enjoyed the dance. They would + like to see more... + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Henry, you will permit me to decide about what goes on + in my home. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. You may decide for yourself. But if Oceana leaves tonight, I will + leave also... and I will never return. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Very well, Sir; as you please. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Henry, let me have a say. I am obliged to you, but I don't want + to stay. It's absurd for me to be here... I don't belong here. I've + lived all my life under the open sky; I've been free. I've swum several + miles every day and run several more; I've hunted and fished and danced + and played; and here they dress me up in long skirts and sit me in a + corner and tell me I'm a lady! I can stand it just so long ... I've + stood it twenty-four hours, and I feel like a wild animal in a cage. If + I don't find something to do... something real... something that is + thrilling... truly, I'll murder some one. [She paces the room; DR. and + MRS. Masterson shrink away from her.] Yes, I mean it! [With increasing + vehemence.] Picture me at home. When I was hungry, I went out for game; + and unless I got the game, I stayed hungry. Or I went fishing, and I had + to get my canoe through the surf. I had the zest of danger... I had real + struggle. But here I have nothing. They bring me my food on silver + platters; they get up and give me their seats, they even push the doors + open in front of me! And so I'm panting for something to do... for some + opposition, some competition, some conflict. I'm spoiling for a fight! + You, Henry, don't you know what I mean? A fight! [With a sharp, swift + gesture.] I want to meet some wild animal again! Is there a wild animal + in you? [They stare at each other; suddenly she springs and takes the + other single-stick from FREDDY.] Here! You know this game! My father + taught you! [She holds out one to him.] Come on! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Bewildered.] Oceana! This is not the place. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. It's the place for me! Take it! [She forces it on him.] Now! + Forget that I'm a woman! Ready! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Oceana! No! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Are you afraid of your mother-in-law? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Good heavens! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. If you're not, you're the only man in the family that isn't. + [She drops her robe.] Now! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. This is disgraceful! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Oceana, I beg of you... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Defend yourself! [She makes a feint at Henry's head, causing him + to raise his stick.] Lay on! + </p> + <p> + [She attacks him briskly. He defends himself. There is a swift rattle of + the sticks and a vivid conflict.] + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Laughing.] Oceana, for God's sake, stop! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Oh, stop them! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Are you mad? + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Wild with the excitement of the struggle.] Lay on! Ha, ha! Well + played! Guard! Once again! Ah, this is what I like! This is what I've + been looking for! [They leap here and there; the others dodge out of the + way, protesting; the conflict grows more and more strenuous.] + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Enters left; screams in terror.] Henry! [They stop; a long + pause.] Henry! What does this mean? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. My dear... + </p> + <p> + [Stops for lack of breath.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Freddy, my robe. + </p> + <p> + [Wraps herself and sits in chair, smiling.] + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. What does this mean? + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Of all the shameless and insane procedures! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Are you mad, Henry? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. No, no, Letitia. We know just what we're about. You see, your + husband and I are considering whether or not we shall fall in love with + each other. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Wildly.] Oh! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Monstrous! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Oceana! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. How dare you? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. He's interested, you know. I've got hold of him. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Furiously.] Henry, you stand there and permit her to insult + me... + </p> + <p> + HENRY. My dear, believe me... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Sharply.] Stop, Henry! [A pause.] Look at me! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Well? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Don't tell her a lie. A lie is the thing I never pardon. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Why... why... + </p> + <p> + [Falls silent.] + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Henry! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. Gee whiz! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Henry, I demand that you come home with me instantly. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Don't go. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Almost speechless.] If you stay here, you stay alone! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Rises, casts aside her robe, stretches wide her arms.] Letitia! + Look at me! Am I the sort of woman that you can safely leave your + husband alone with? + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Stares at her terrified, then bursts into tears and flings + herself into HENRY'S arms.] Henry! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Ah, yes! That is safer! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Supports LETITIA.] My dear! My dear! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Come home with me! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. God, man, how I pity you! Bound in chains to a woman like that! + And with all the world conspiring to hold you fast! How can you bear it? + Do you expect to bear it forever? What will become of your soul? Oh, I + pity you! I pity you! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Hysterically.] Henry, take me home! Take me home at once! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Yes, my dear, yes! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. What is the spell they've laid upon you? You make me think of + Gulliver... a giant stretched out upon the ground, impotent, bound fast + with a million tiny threads! Wake up, man... wake up! You've only one + life to live. You act as if you had a thousand. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Mother! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. How long is this to continue? + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Henry, won't you stop listening to her? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. He's not listening to me, Letitia. He's listening to the voice + of the universe, calling to him. The voice of unborn generations, + clamoring, agonizing! What do you suppose it means, man... this storm + that has shaken us? It is Nature's trumpet-call... it is the shout of + discovery of the powers within us! For ages upon ages life has been + preparing it... and now suddenly we meet... the barriers are shattered + and flung down, the tides of being sweep us together! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Oh! This is outrageous! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. Oceana, Henry is married! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Married! Married! That is the sorcery with which you bind him! + No longer a man at all, but some aborted thing... a relic! An eunuch! + They mumble their incantations over you... the spell is done, and you + sink back, cowed and whimpering! You are a machine, a domestic utensil! + Never again are you to love and to dare to create No, there are other + things in life for you... bread and butter, cooks and dinner parties, + billiards and bridge-whist... that is your portion! A married man! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Terrified.] Henry! For God's sake! + </p> + <p> + [He no longer returns her embraces, but stares at Oceana, fascinated.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Don't you see, man? It's a dream! A nightmare! Rouse yourself, + lift your head... and it's gone! Life is calling! Come away! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Frantically.] Mother! Mother! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Quincy, if you can't stop this outrage, I will! Call the + servants. + </p> + <p> + [She starts toward Oceana.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Call the police! Call your guests! Anything... bring the world + down on him. Terrify him with conventions, beat him into subjection + again! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Wanton! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Wanton! Oh, how well you understand me! I, with my hunger for + righteousness... I, who have disciplined myself as an anchorite, who + have served as a priestess of life! And you, with your formulas and your + superstitions... you pass judgment upon me! [With terrific energy.] See! + This man and I, we are the gateway to the future! And you seek to bar + it! By what right do you stand in the path of posterity... you + tormentors of the ideal, you assassins of human hope! + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. [Almost striking her.] Oh! Oh! And my children have to + listen to this! [She whirls about.] Ethel! Freddy! Go out of the room! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. I am going with Oceana. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. What? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Some day... if not now. She's perfectly right. Letitia has no + business to keep him. She never would have got him if she hadn't played + a part. + </p> + <p> + MRS. MASTERSON. Ethel Masterson! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Little vixen! + </p> + <p> + FREDDY. [Rushes to OCEANA and seizes her hand.] Oceana! Let me go with + you, too! + </p> + <p> + DR. MASTERSON. What next! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. No, Freddy... no! [She withdraws her hand and holds it out to + Henry.] Henry! Come! + </p> + <p> + [A tense pause; all stare at Henry. He never takes his eyes from Oceana. + Slowly, like one hypnotized, he draws away from his wife's embrace, and + moves towards Oceana. He seizes her hand. All stand transfixed. + Silence.] + </p> + [CURTAIN] <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ACT IV + </h2> + <p> + [The scene shows the living-room of a bungalow. Large stone fireplace + centre; windows and window seats on each side; French windows leading to + piazza right; piano between them; door left to another room; large + mirror beside it. Centre table, rustic chairs, deer-heads and skins, + Indian blankets, etc.] + </p> + <p> + [At rise: The stage is empty.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Laughs off.] Oh, say, but that was an adventure! + </p> + <p> + [Enters; glowing and exultant from a long mountain walk. She wears a + "Rosalind" costume, brown, with soft boots, gauntlet gloves and light + fur about the neck; carries a pair of snow-shoes, which she has taken + off and from which she knocks the snow.] + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Follows.] You like the mountains! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh, my dear! They are marvellous! I've never imagined anything + like it... to be able to see so much of the world at once. It's the way + you think of heaven. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. You don't mind the cold? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I find I prefer it. I think I shall stay here forever. It tunes + you up so! It makes you quite drunk! [Looks at herself in the mirror.] I + look cute in this, don't I? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. You look like a fairy-story! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I ought to have had sense enough to think of a theatrical + costumer in the beginning. [Stretches her arms.] Oh, I feel so + wonderful! Ha, ha, ha! I don't know whether it's the mountain air.. . or + whether it's because I'm in love! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Seizes her hand.] Sweetheart! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Stares at him.] How wonderful it is! Beyond all believing! I'm + stunned by it... afraid of it. Tell me, Hal, were you ever drunk? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Laughs.] Once or twice. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Seriously.] I never was. But I've watched my people sometimes + and tried to understand it. And it's just that. Nature has made us + drunk! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. And that is what frightens you? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. She has her purposes, Hal; and I don't want to be her blind + victim. But then, I look at you again, and wonder leaps up in me... + love, such as I never conceived of before; power... vision without end. + I seem to be a hundred times myself! It is as if barriers were broken + down within me... I see into new vistas of life. I understand... I + exult! Oh, Hal, I shall never be the same again! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Nor I; I look back at myself as I was a week ago, and I can't + believe it. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. With me it is like a great fountain inside. It surges up, and I + cannot be still! I want to laugh... to sing! I have to dance it out of + me! Do you know Anitra's Dance, Hal? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Yes, of course. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Begins to sing the music to herself and playfully to dance. The + enthusiasm of it takes hold of her, and she dances more quickly.] Play + it, Hal! Play! + </p> + <p> + [HENRY sits at piano and plays Anitra's Dance; she dances tumultuously, + ending in a whirlwind of excitement.] Oh! + </p> + <p> + [As Henry rises, she flies to him and he clasps her passionately.] + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Sweetheart! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Panting.] Oh, Hal, I'm so happy! So happy! [She sobs upon his + shoulder, then looks at him through her tears.] Oh, if I only dared let + myself go! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Why not, dearest? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. It sweeps me off my feet! And I have to hold myself in. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Why? Don't I love you? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes, I know. But I'm terrified at myself; I'm losing my + self-control. And I promised father. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. What? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. That I would never do it. "Never feel an emotion," he would say, + "that you could not stop feeling if you wished to." + </p> + <p> + HENRY. But, sweetheart... why so much distrust? Why should we wait, when + everything in us cries out against it? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Don't say that to me now, Hal! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. But why not? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. This is not the time for such a thought. You know it! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Dearest... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Passionately.] Ah, don't put it all on me! Don't make it too + hard for me! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. But if I only knew... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You will know before long. Ah, Hal, see how I'm situated. I've + broken all the laws. I've no precedent to help me... I have to work it + all out for myself. I shall have to bear the scorn of the world; and oh, + think if I had to bear the scorn of my own conscience! Don't you see? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Yes, I see. But... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I have chosen a certain course. I have forced myself to be calm, + to think it out in the cold light of reason, to decide what is right for + me to do. And now I must keep to my resolution. You would not want our + love to lead me into shame! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. No! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Do you read Nietzsche, Henry? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. He is a mere name to me. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I will give you some lines of Nietzsche's. "Canst thou give + thyself thy good and thine evil, and hang thy will above thee as thy + law? Canst thou be thine own judge, and avenger of thy law? Fearful is + it to be alone with the judge and the avenger of thy law. So is a stone + flung out into empty space and into the icy breath of isolation." + </p> + <p> + HENRY. That's all right... but if you expect Letitia to face this + problem in any such way, you will be sadly disappointed. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. That's none of my affair. All I have to do is to give her a + chance. If she cannot face the facts, she has passed sentence upon + herself. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Laughs.] All right, my dear. It will certainly be a scene to + watch! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You think she will come? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Oh, she'll certainly come. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. And she won't bring her mother? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. I can't tell about that. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. If she does, we'll simply have to send her down to the village + ... I won't talk in Aunt Sophronia's presence. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. I was perfectly explicit on that point. [Takes paper from table.] + Here's the telegram: "Come to the bungalow immediately, upon a matter of + extreme urgency. Do not bring your mother." + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Certainly that is clear enough. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. And bewildering enough. But I suppose they are prepared for + anything by now. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. It's past the time. [Looking from window.] We should be able to + see a sleigh. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. No, the road turns behind that hillock there. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. But look! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. What? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. There's some one coming afoot. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Where? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Round that side! By the path! Why, it's Ethel! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Good Lord! Ethel! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. She's come up from the village afoot. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Well, of all the apparitions! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Run help her, Henry. She's running. [Opens window and calls.] + Ethel! [HENRY exit hurriedly.] Why, the poor, dear child! I wonder if + she came in Letitia's stead! But then... why wouldn't she get a sleigh? + [Calls.] Ethel! What's the matter? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Off.] She says Letitia is coming! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. She's just behind! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. But, Ethel, what are you doing here? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Off, breathless.] Wait! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why, you poor child, you're exhausted. What in the world... + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Wait. + </p> + <p> + [Enters, breathless, half carried by Henry.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Pounces upon her.] Ethel! Of all the surprises! You dear thing! + [Embraces her, shakes snow from her.] What in the world has happened? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oceana, I ran away! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You ran away? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. To you! I couldn't stand it! I must be with you, Oceana—no + matter how wicked it is, I must be with you! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Breathlessly.] Ethel! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Yes, I'm desperate... I'll die if I have to stay at home. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. My dear, dear girl! [Clasps her.] + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. You won't send me back? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Never! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Wildly.] But, Oceana, Letitia is coming! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. I took a train from Boston. And when I saw her come aboard, + imagine how I felt! I hid... she didn't see me. And I got off the train + first and dodged out of sight. I ran all the way. I suppose she stopped + to get a sleigh. + </p> + <p> + HENRY. It's all right, Ethel... we knew she was coming. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. You knew it? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Yes, Henry sent for her. You see, Letitia and I have to talk + things out. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Well, of all the... + </p> + <p> + [Stops, dazed.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Laughs.] That's all right, dear. We know what we're doing. But + it was good of you to try to save us! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Listen! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Ah! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. The sleigh-bells! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. She's here! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Clasping her.] Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. What is it, dear? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Don't let her take me back home? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. But how can she take you, dear, if you won't go? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. She might persuade you. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Never fear, Ethel... we'll stand by you, won't we, Hal? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Yes. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. She'll threaten to make me go. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Her mind will be taken up with other things, Ethel. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. But mother will come! And she'll command me to return. I'm not of + age, you know. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. But then, if you won't obey? Will she send for the police? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. No... hardly that. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. All right, then, dear. I'll save you... trust me. I mean to give + you a chance for life. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. And, oh, Oceana... what do you think? Freddy's run away, too! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. What? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Where to? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. He's gone out West! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You don't mean it! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. What for? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. He says he's going to be a cowboy. He's going to make a man of + himself. He left a letter to father. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Why, the dear boy! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Mysteriously.] Oceana, do you know what was the matter? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. No... what? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. I think I know. He was in love with you! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I shouldn't wonder, my dear. [Laughs.] But don't tell Henry. .. + he'll be jealous! + </p> + <p> + [Sound of sleigh-bells louder.] + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Here she is! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You go into the next room now. It wouldn't be considered proper + for you to hear what we're going to say. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Of all the adventures! + </p> + <p> + [Exit.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Smiles at Henry.] Now then! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. You wanted it, my dear! + </p> + <p> + [They turn, gazing right. The sleigh-bells have come nearer, then + stopped. Some one is heard to step upon the piazza and stamp the snow + from the feet.] + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Enters right, stares at Oceana and screams.] Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Letitia... + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Gasps for breath.] Henry! How dared you bring me here to meet + that woman? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Letitia... + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Don't speak to me! Don't you dare to speak to me! [She sinks + down by table and bursts into tears.] Oh, how horrible! How horrible! As + if I had not humiliations enough already! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Taking step toward her.] Letitia... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [With a swift gesture.] Wait! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Oh, who would have thought it possible! To bring me 'way up + here... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You might as well understand at the outset... the thing cannot + be done that way. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [With concentrated hatred.] You dare! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. We have sent for you... + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. WE have sent for you! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Because we wished to talk things out with you in a sensible way. + And you'll have to make up your mind to control yourself. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Sobbing.] Henry, you permit this shameful humiliation! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Henry has nothing to do with this affair, Letitia. It is I who + have to talk to you. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Bursts into hysterical weeping again.] Oh, that I should have + lived to see this! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You will find out before you get through that I mean to deal + with you fairly. But you cannot accomplish anything by hysterics. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Oh, oh, oh! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. And you had best believe me; you injure your case by refusing to + act rationally. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Looks up, frightened.] What do you want with me? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Quietly.] In the first place, Letitia, I want to convey to you + the information that your husband's relationship and mine has so far + been what you would call innocent. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. What? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I was a virgin when I came to Boston, and I am a virgin still. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA, And you expect me to believe that? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. My dear, I don't care in the least whether you believe it or + not. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Faintly.] But... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. What reason would I have to fear you? He is mine, if I want him. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Dazed.] Then what... why are you here? Why... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I came here because I wished to get acquainted with him. And + what chance have a man and woman to get acquainted with each other in + the conventional world? + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Stares at her; then, faintly.] But what... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I wished to try him out... in body, mind and soul. I wished to + know if he was the man for me. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Rushes to Henry.] Oh! Have you no decency left? Have you no + mercy on me? What has come over you? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. Letitia... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Let me attend to this, Hal. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Hal! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. That a woman could be married to a man for six years and + continue to call him Henry, speaks volumes for the romance of their + relationship! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [To Henry.] Where's your sense of shame? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You are taking the wrong line, Letitia. No such consideration + has a moment's weight with us. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Catches her breath.] Since it seems that I am here at your + mercy, I ask to know your pleasure? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. The reason that we have sent for you is that I might assure + myself upon two points... first, as to whether your husband still loves + you, and second, as to whether you still love him. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. You doubt that I love him? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. So far, Letitia, your actions have proceeded, not from love of + him, but from hatred of me. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Oh! And if I fail to measure up to your tests of love... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Triumphantly.] Then he is mine! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. And the fact that he is my husband... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Is nothing! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. The fact that he vowed to keep faith with me... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Is nothing! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. That I am dependent upon him for support... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. You have money of your own, Letitia. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Do you suppose I am thinking about money! I mean his + protection. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. A person who confesses to the need of protection has written + himself down an inferior. [A pause.] You see, Letitia, times have + changed; our ideas of marriage have charged. In the beginning a woman + was a man's economic dependent; now that the man has become ashamed of + that, he is made the woman's spiritual dependent. You play upon his + sense of chivalry, his sympathy, his pity; and you prey upon him, you + devour him alive. But the time has come when that must cease, Letitia + ... man will not always be a domestic appendage! And you will simply + have to face this new situation. Do you still possess your husband's + love? Do you really love him? Nothing else will count... none of your + "rights"... we are not afraid of man or devil. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Gasps.] Oh! [Turns to HENRY.] Henry, will you tell me what all + this means? Can it be that you assent to these outrageous ideas? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. I assent to them, Letitia. It may be that you still love me, but + you have given me few signs of it. You have been... you are.. . a + selfish woman. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Henry! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. How often do you give a thought to me... to the needs of my + nature? You think of your whims and your prejudices; you think of your + social position... of your "world" and its conventions. You think of + what your mother approves, of what your father approves, of what this + person will say and what that person will say. And I follow you about... + I play my part in the hollow show that you call life; but all the time + my heart is crying out in me... I am starving... starving! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Startled.] Henry! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Ah! She is beginning to see it! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Stretches out her arms and totters towards him, weeping.] + Henry! I love you! [Wildly.] Believe me! Believe me! I love you! Don't + you remember when you were ill three years ago... how I nursed you and + watched over you? You knew that I loved you then. Why, you said I'd worn + myself to a shadow! You kissed me, and told me I'd saved your life! And + when I was ill myself, and you thought I was dying... didn't you realize + that you loved me? And the children? Have you never given a thought to + them? Are they nothing to you? And you to them? You know that you love + them, Henry... you dare not deny it. Are they to be without a father all + their lives? [Falls into his arms.] My husband! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Catches her, deeply moved.] Letitia! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Has been watching them intently; now, startled and pained.] Ah + I thought so! [She turns away; supports herself by the table; whispers.] + That settles it! + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. Henry, if I have been selfish, I am sorry! I humble myself + before you... I beg you for forgiveness! Henry, I do love you! Don't you + believe me? + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Faintly.] I believe you. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Clenches her hands and turns resolutely.] You see, Hal, I knew + it! [He bows his head.] You can't get away from her. [She pauses.] You + understand it all now... what my instinct told me. You still love her, + you still belong to her. You would have gone away with me, and you would + still have been thinking about her—worrying about her. It would + have been tearing your soul in half. [She waits; he does not look at + her; she goes on, half to convince herself.] She is not big enough to + give you up. She could not say, "Oceana is young and needs you; you love + Oceana, and she will make you happy. Go with her." No, she would think + of the world and its conventions... she would be jealous and bitter. She + would eat her heart out... she would tear herself to pieces! And that + would tear you to pieces... you could never forget it. And there are the + children, Hal. It's true that you love them; you think about them all + the time... I know, for you speak of them. And she could take them away + from you, legally... how much chance would they ever have in life, if + she and her mother had the bringing up of them? Don't you see, Hal? What + can we do? + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Clinging to Henry's bosom.] Henry, I love you! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I want to play the game generously, Letitia; but it is all I can + do not to despise you... because he loves you, and it has meant so + little to you, you have done so little in return. That is the curse of + this thing you call marriage. You say to yourself that you've got him... + the law and the conventions will keep him for you... and so you can + treat him as you please. You'll take him off with you now, and you'll + set to work to get right back where you were before... yes, she will, + Hal. She'll try to wheedle you into backing down from this position. She + will weep and she will scold. But you stand firm... stand firm! What we + did was right... it was noble and true, and if more married people did + such things, it would be better for them. + </p> + <p> + LETITIA. [Clinging to Henry.] Henry, come home with me! + </p> + <p> + HENRY. All right, I'll come. + </p> + <p> + [He does not lift his head.] + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Look at me. It's all right, Hal... it's all right. + </p> + <p> + [She speaks with intensity; they gaze into each other's eyes.] + </p> + <p> + HENRY. [Stretches out his hand to her.] Oceana... I'm sorry... + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [With sudden emotion.] No, Hal! Go... go quickly! Please! + </p> + <p> + [He goes out, right, with Letitia; Oceana stands gazing straight ahead. + Sound of sleigh-bells heard. Suddenly she sinks into a chair, bows her + head upon the table, and bursts into tears.] + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Opens door, left, and stands gazing at Oceana in alarm, then + runs to her and sinks upon her knees before her.] Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. [Sobbing.] He's gone! Gone! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. He left you? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I gave him up! I sent him away. Oh, Ethel, Ethel... what am I + going to do? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh, how I loved him! I didn't realize how I loved him! The whole + face of the world was changed... and now, now... how shall I bear it? + [She stares ahead of her.] Oh, Ethel, tell me I did right to give him + up. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Why did you do it? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I saw he loved her, and I had to give him up. It would have been + to tear his soul in half! But now that he's gone, I don't see how I can + bear it! [A pause; she is lost in thought; she whispers with great + intensity.] There is a vision... it haunts me... it cries out in me in a + voice of agony! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. What? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. A little child! You have no idea... how real it was to me! It + fell out of the skies upon me! The thought never left me. I heard its + voice... its laughter; I saw its smile. It called to me all day, and it + played with me in my dreams; I felt its little hands upon me... its lips + upon my breast. And it's gone! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Your child! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. And his! And think... think of the awfulness of it... it was + hovering at the gates of life! It wanted to be! And I trembled.. . I + suffered; at any moment I might have said the word, and it would have + come. But I did not say the word... and it is gone. And now it will + never come! Never... never! I have murdered the child! My child! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. No, no, Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. God! I can't understand it! What does it mean? Did it exist when + I thought of it? Does it exist now? Who can tell me? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. I don't know, Oceana. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. The strangeness of it! Sometimes my whole being rises up in + revolt... I could tear the skies apart, to wrest the secret from them! + You see, we don't know anything. We don't know what's right, we don't + know what's wrong. We're in a trap! [She rises suddenly.] No, no, I + mustn't talk that way. I've lost my self-control. I let myself go, and I + had no right to. Now, what shall I do? Wait, dear... let me think, let + me think calmly. [Stares about her.] I want to remember what father said + to me; what I promised to do. See, Ethel... the sun is setting. Look at + the sky! And it's the last day of the month, isn't it? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Yes. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. If father had been here we should have sat us down to one of our + services! Look here. [She goes to trunk, and takes out a human skull.] + Ah, old friend! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. [Shocked.] Oceana! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. He came from the Marquesas, I think. And here's where he was hit + with the spear. You see? Sit down. [She places the skull before her.] + See, Ethel—he used to smile. And now and then he had the + toothache... see that? He took himself very seriously; he was all + wrapped up in the things that went on in this little cracked skull. But + he lacked imagination. He never foresaw that somebody would carry him + off to the New Hampshire mountains, and make him the text for a Hamlet + soliloquy. Alas, poor Yorick! He did not know that he was immortal, you + see; that life proceeded from him... unrolling itself for generation + after generation without end; that all that he did would be + perpetuated... that where he sinned we would suffer, and where he fought + we would be strong. He did not know that he was the creator, the mystic + fountain of an unexplored stream... the maker of an endless future... + [She stops; a spasm of pain crosses her face.] Oh, Ethel! [Clasps her + hand.] It is terrible to die young, is it not? + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Yes. + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Then how much worse is it to die before you are born! To be + strangled in the idea... to be stifled by a cowardly thought! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. What do you mean? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. Oh, Ethel, stay by me, will you? Promise me you will stay by me. + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. I will! + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. I'm frightened, Ethel... frightened at myself. I've done + wrong... I've committed a crime! I ought not to have let him go! I ought + not to have let him go! + </p> + <p> + ETHEL. Henry? + </p> + <p> + OCEANA. No, we mustn't speak of him again. I can't bear to hear his + name. I have failed... I have failed. I've been crushed by civilization! + [Starts up.] But there's my island! There's the white beach, shining in + the moonlight, and the great breakers rolling in, and the palm trees + rustling in the wind. Let us go together... to my island! Let us go back + and get healed, before we try to face this world again! + </p> + [CURTAIN] <br /> + </div> + <p> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Naturewoman, by Upton Sinclair + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NATUREWOMAN *** + +***** This file should be named 3301-h.htm or 3301-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/3/0/3301/ + +Produced by Charles Franks, the Online Distributed Proofreading Team, +and David Widger + + +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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