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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: Three Plays by Granville-Barker + The Marrying of Ann Leete; The Voysey Inheritance; Waste + +Author: Harley Granville-Barker + +Release Date: March 21, 2011 [EBook #35640] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THREE PLAYS BY GRANVILLE-BARKER *** + + + + +Produced by David T. Jones, James Wright and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Canada Team at +http://www.pgdpcanada.net (This file was produced from +images generously made available by The Internet +Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<p class="center"> +THREE PLAYS BY<br /> +GRANVILLE BARKER +</p> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<div class = "notebox"> +<p><i>These plays may also be obtained +separately: in cloth, 2s. net each; +in paper covers, 1s. 6d. net each.</i></p> +</div> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p class="center">THREE PLAYS BY GRANVILLE BARKER:<br /> +THE MARRYING OF ANN LEETE—THE<br /> +VOYSEY INHERITANCE—WASTE</p><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<p class="center">LONDON: SIDGWICK & JACKSON, LTD.<br /> +3 ADAM STREET, ADELPHI. MCMIX. +</p> + + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p class="center"> +<i>Entered at the Library of Congress, Washington, U.S.A.<br /> +All rights reserved.</i></p> +<br /><br /> +<p class="center"> +<i>First Impression, August 1909</i><br /> +<i>Second Impression, September 1909</i><br /> +<i>Third Impression, November 1909</i> +</p> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p class="center"> +To the memory of my fellow-worker,<br /> +St. John Hankin. +</p> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p class="center"><b>THE MARRYING OF ANN LEETE</b></p> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;"><a href="#THE_MARRYING_OF_ANN_LEETE"><b><small>THE FIRST ACT</small></b></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;"><a href="#THE_SECOND_ACT"><b><small>THE SECOND ACT</small></b></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;"><a href="#THE_THIRD_ACT"><b><small>THE THIRD ACT</small></b></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;"><a href="#THE_FOURTH_ACT"><b><small>THE FOURTH ACT</small></b></a></span></p><br /><br /> +<p class="center"><b>THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE</b></p> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;"><a href="#THE_VOYSEY_INHERITANCE"><b><small>THE FIRST ACT</small></b></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;"><a href="#THE_SECOND_ACT_VOYSEY"><b><small>THE SECOND ACT</small></b></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;"><a href="#THE_THIRD_ACT_VOYSEY"><b><small>THE THIRD ACT</small></b></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;"><a href="#THE_FOURTH_ACT_VOYSEY"><b><small>THE FOURTH ACT</small></b></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;"><a href="#THE_FIFTH_ACT_VOYSEY"><b><small>THE FIFTH ACT</small></b></a></span></p><br /><br /> +<p class="center"><b>WASTE</b></p> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;"><a href="#WASTE"><b><small>THE FIRST ACT</small></b></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;"><a href="#THE_SECOND_ACT_WASTE"><b><small>THE SECOND ACT</small></b></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;"><a href="#THE_THIRD_ACT_WASTE"><b><small>THE THIRD ACT</small></b></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;"><a href="#THE_FOURTH_ACT_WASTE"><b><small>THE FOURTH ACT</small></b></a></span><br /> +</p> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + + +<p class="center"> +The Marrying of Ann Leete<br /> +<br /> +A COMEDY<br /> +<br /> +1899<br /> +</p> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_MARRYING_OF_ANN_LEETE" id="THE_MARRYING_OF_ANN_LEETE"></a>THE MARRYING OF ANN LEETE</h3> + +<br /> + +<p class="direct1"><i>The first three acts of the comedy pass in the garden at +Markswayde</i>, <span class="smcap">mr. carnaby leete's</span> <i>house near +Reading, during a summer day towards the close +of the eighteenth century: the first act at four in +the morning, the second shortly after mid-day, the +third near to sunset. The fourth act takes place one +day in the following winter; the first scene in the +hall at Markswayde, the second scene in a cottage +some ten miles off.</i></p> + +<p class="direct1"><i>This part of the Markswayde garden looks to have been +laid out during the seventeenth century. In the +middle a fountain; the centrepiece the figure of a +nymph, now somewhat cracked, and pouring nothing +from the amphora; the rim of the fountain is high +enough and broad enough to be a comfortable seat.</i></p> + +<p class="direct1"><i>The close turf around is in parts worn bare. This plot of +ground is surrounded by a terrace three feet higher. +Three sides of it are seen. From two corners broad +steps lead down; stone urns stand at the bottom and +top of the stone balustrades. The other two corners +are rounded convexly into broad stone seats.</i></p> + +<p class="direct1"><i>Along the edges of the terrace are growing rose trees, +close together; behind these, paths; behind those, +shrubs and trees. No landscape is to be seen. A +big copper beech overshadows the seat on the left. +A silver birch droops over the seat on the right. The +trees far to the left indicate an orchard, the few to the +right are more of the garden sort. It is the height +of summer, and after a long drought the rose trees are +dilapidated.</i></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p> + +<p class="direct1"><i>It is very dark in the garden. Though there may be +by now a faint morning light in the sky it has not +penetrated yet among these trees. It is very still, +too. Now and then the leaves of a tree are stirred, +as if in its sleep; that is all. Suddenly a shrill, +frightened, but not tragical scream is heard. After a +moment</i> <span class="smcap">ann leete</span> <i>runs quickly down the steps and on +to the fountain, where she stops, panting</i>. <span class="smcap">lord john +carp</span> <i>follows her, but only to the top of the steps, evidently +not knowing his way</i>. <span class="smcap">ann</span> <i>is a girl of twenty; +he an English gentleman, nearer forty than thirty</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I apologise.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Why is it so dark?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Can you hear what I'm saying?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I apologise for having kissed you . . . +almost unintentionally.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Thank you. Mind the steps down.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I hope I'm sober, but the air . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Shall we sit for a minute? There are several +seats to sit on somewhere.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> This is a very dark garden.</p> + +<p class="direct4"><i>There is a slight pause.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> You've won your bet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> So you did scream!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> But it wasn't fair.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Don't reproach me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Somebody's coming.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> How d'you know?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I can hear somebody coming.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> We're not sitting down.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">ann's</span> <i>brother</i>, <span class="smcap">george leete</span> <i>comes to the top of the +steps, and afterwards down them. Rather an old +young man.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Ann!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> My lord!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Here.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I can't see you. I'm sent to say we're all +anxious to know what ghost or other bird of night or beast +has frightened Ann to screaming point, and won you . . . the +best in Tatton's stables—so he says now. He's quite +annoyed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> The mare is a very good mare.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> He betted it because he wanted to bet it; I didn't +want him to bet it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> What frightened her?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I had rather, my lord, that you did not tell my +brother why I screamed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I kissed her.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Did you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I had rather, Lord John, that you had not told +my brother why I screamed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I misunderstood you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I've broke up the whist party. Ann, shall +we return?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> She's not here.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Ann.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lady cottesham, ann's</span> <i>sister and ten years older, +and</i> <span class="smcap">mr. daniel tatton</span>, <i>a well-living, middle-aged +country gentleman, arrive together</i>. <span class="smcap">tatton</span> <i>carries +a double candlestick. . . the lights out</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Three steps?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> No . . . four.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Miss Leete.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">tatton</span> <i>in the darkness finds himself close to</i> <span class="smcap">george</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> I am in a rage with you, my lord.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> He lives next door.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> My mistake. [<i>He passes on.</i>] Confess +that she did it to please you.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Screamed!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Lost my bet. We'll say . . . won your +bet . . . to please you. Was skeered at the dark . . . +oh, fie!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Miss Leete trod on a toad.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> I barred toads . . . here.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I don't think it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> I barred toads. Did I forget to? Well +. . . it's better to be a sportsman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> And whereabout is she?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>From the corner she has slunk to.</i>] Here I am, +Sally.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Miss Ann, I forgive you. I'm smiling, +I assure you, I'm smiling.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> We all laughed when we heard you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Which reminds me, young George Leete, +had you the ace?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> King . . . knave . . . here are the cards, +but I can't see.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> I had the king.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Quietly to her sister.</i>] He kissed me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> A man would.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> What were trumps?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> What were we playing . . . cricket?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>As quietly again.</i>] D'you think I'm blushing?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> It's probable.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I am by the feel of me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> George, we left Papa sitting quite still.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Didn't he approve of the bet?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> He said nothing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Why, who doesn't love sport!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> I'm the man to grumble. Back a woman's +pluck again . . . never. My lord . . . you weren't the +one to go with her as umpire.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> No. . . to be sure.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> How was it I let that pass? Playing +two games at once. Haven't I cause of complaint? But +a man must give and take.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The master of the house, father of</i> <span class="smcap">george</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">sarah cottesham</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">ann, mr. carnaby leete</span>, +<i>comes slowly down the steps, unnoticed by the others. +A man over fifty—à la Lord Chesterfield</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">lord john.</span>] Are you sure you're quite +comfortable there?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Whatever I'm sitting on hasn't given way +yet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Don't forget that you're riding to Brighton +with me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Tomorrow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> To-day. Well . . . the hour before sunrise +is no time at all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Sixty-five miles.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> What are we all sitting here for?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> I say people ought to be in bed and +asleep.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> But the morning air is delightful.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> [<i>Jumping at the new voice.</i>] Leete! Now, +had you the ace?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Of course.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> We should have lost that too, Lady +Charlie.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Bear up, Mr. Tat.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Come, a game of whist is a game of whist.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> And so I strolled out after you all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> She trod on a toad.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Carelessly.</i>] Does she say so?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> [<i>With mock roguishness.</i>] Ah!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george</span> <i>is on the terrace, looking to the left through +the trees</i>. <span class="smcap">tatton</span> <i>is sitting on the edge of the +fountain</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Here's the sun . . . to show us ourselves.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Leete, this pond is full of water!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Ann, if you are there . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Yes, Papa.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Apologise profusely; it's your garden.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Oh . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Coat-tails, Tatton . . . or worse?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> [<i>Ruefully discovering damp spots about +him.</i>] Nothing vastly to matter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Hardy, well-preserved, country gentleman!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> I bet I'm a younger man than you, my +lord.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Suddenly to the company generally.</i>] I didn't +tread upon any toad . . . I was kissed.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>There is a pause of some discomfort.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Ann, come here to me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I apologised.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>From the terrace.</i>] Are we to be insulted?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> My dear Carp, say no more.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>There is another short pause. By this it is twilight, +faces can be plainly seen.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Listen . . . the first bird.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Oh, dear no, they begin to sing long +before this.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> What is it now . . . a lark?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> I don't know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Quietly to</i> <span class="smcap">sarah</span>.] That's a thrush.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Capping her.</i>] A thrush.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Charming!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">lord john</span>.] I don't see why you +couldn't have told me how it was that she screamed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Our dear Tatton! [<i>Sotto voce to his son.</i>] +Hold your tongue, George.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> I did bar toads and you said I didn't, +and anyway I had a sort of right to know.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> You know now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I wonder if this seat is dry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> There's been no rain for weeks.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> The roads will be dusty for you, Mr. Tat.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Just one moment. You don't mind me, +Miss Ann, do you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I don't mind much.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> We said distinctly . . . To the orchard +end of the garden and back and if frightened—that's +the word—so much as to scream . . . ! Now, what I +want to know is. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Consider the bet off.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Certainly not. And we should have +added. . . Alone.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Tatton has persistence.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Mr. Tat, do you know where people go who +take things seriously?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Miss Leete, were you frightened when +Lord John kissed you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Damnation!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> My excellent Tatton, much as I admire +your searchings after truth I must here parentally intervene, +regretting, my dear Tatton, that my own carelessness +of duennahood has permitted this—this . . . to occur.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>After this, there is silence for a minute.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Can I borrow a horse of you, Mr. Leete?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> My entire stable; and your Ronald shall be +physicked.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Spartans that you are to be riding!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I prefer it to a jolting chaise.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> You will have my mare.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> [<i>Ignoring him.</i>] This has been a most +enjoyable three weeks.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Four.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Is it four?</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> We bow to the compliment. Our duty to +his grace.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> When I see him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> To our dear cousin.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">lady cottesham</span>.] Sir Charles at +Brighton?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Not answering.</i>] To be sure . . . we did +discover . . . our mother was second cousin . . . once +removed to you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> If the prince will be there . . . he is in +waiting.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Any message, Lady Cottesham? . . . +since we speak out of session.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I won't trust you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Or trouble you while I still may frank a +letter. But my son-in-law is a wretched correspondent. +Do you admire men of small vices? They make admirable +husbands though their wives will be grumbling—Silence, +Sarah—but that's a good sign.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Papa is a connoisseur of humanity.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>To the company as before.</i>] No, Mr. Tatton, +I wasn't frightened when Lord John . . . kissed me. I +screamed because I was surprised, and I'm sorry I +screamed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Quietly to</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span>.] My dear Ann, you're a fool.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Quietly to</i> <span class="smcap">sarah</span>.] I will speak sometimes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Sit down again.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Again an uncomfortable silence, a ludicrous air +about it this time.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Now, we'll say no more about that bet, but +I was right.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Do you know, Mr. Tatton, that I have a +temper to lose?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> What the devil does that matter to me, +sir . . . my lord?</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I owe you a saddle and bridle.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> You'll oblige me by taking the mare.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> We'll discuss it to-morrow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> I've said all I have to say.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> The whole matter's ridiculous!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> I see the joke. Good-night, Lady +Cottesham, and I kiss your hand.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Good morning, Mr. Tat.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Good morning, Miss Ann, I . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Shielding her sister.</i>] Good morrow is appropriate.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> I'll go by the fields. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">carnaby</span>.] Thank +you for a pleasant evening. Good morrow, George. Do +we start at mid-day, my lord?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Any time you please.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Not at all. [<i>He hands the candlestick—of +which he has never before left go—to</i> <span class="smcap">george</span>.] I brought +this for a link. Thank you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Mid-day will be midnight if you sleep at all +now; make it two or later.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> We put up at Guildford. I've done so +before. I haven't my hat. It's a day and a half's ride.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">tatton</span> <i>goes quickly up the other steps and away. +It is now quite light.</i> <span class="smcap">george</span> <i>stands by the steps</i>, +<span class="smcap">lord john</span> <i>is on one of the seats</i>, <span class="smcap">carnaby</span> <i>strolls +round, now and then touching the rose trees</i>, <span class="smcap">sarah</span> +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span> <i>are on the other seat</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Morning! These candles still smell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> How lively one feels and isn't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> The flowers are opening.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>In a whisper.</i>] Couldn't we go in?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Never run away.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Everything looks so odd.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> What's o'clock . . . my lord?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Half after four.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">sarah</span>.] My eyes are hot behind.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> What ghosts we seem!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> What has made us spend such a night?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Ann incited me to it. [<i>He takes snuff.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> In a spirit of rebellion against good country +habits. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>To her sister again.</i>] Don't talk about me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> They can see that you're whispering.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> . . . Informing me now she was a woman +and wanted excitement.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> There's a curse.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> How else d'ye conceive life for women?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> George is naturally cruel. Excitement's our +education. Please vary it, though.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I have always held that to colour in the +world-picture is the greatest privilege of the husband. +Sarah.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Not leaving</i> <span class="smcap">ann's</span> <i>side</i>.] Yes, Papa.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Sarah, when Sir Charles leaves Brighton. . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>rises but will not move further</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Sweetly threatening.</i>] Shall I come to you?</p> + +<p class="direct4"><i>But she goes to him now.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> By a gossip letter from town . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Tensely.</i>] What is it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> You mentioned to me something of his +visiting Naples.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Very well. I detest Italy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Let's have George's opinion.</p> + +<p class="direct4"><i>He leads her towards</i> <span class="smcap">george</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Yes?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Upon Naples.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I remember Naples.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Sarah, admire those roses.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Cynically echoing her father.</i>] Let's have +George's opinion.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Now</i> <span class="smcap">carnaby</span> <i>has drawn them both away, upon +the terrace, and, the coast being clear</i>, <span class="smcap">lord john</span> +<i>walks towards</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span>, <i>who looks at him very scaredly</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Emblem of secrecy among the ancients.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Look at this heavy head, won't it snap off?</p> + +<p class="direct4"><i>The three move out of sight.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I'm sober now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'm not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Uncompromising young lady.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> And, excuse me, I don't want to . . . play.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Don't you wish me to apologise quietly, +to you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Good manners are all mockery, I'm sure.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I'm very much afraid you're a cynic.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'm not trying to be clever.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Do I tease you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Do I amuse you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> How dare I say so!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>After a moment.</i>] I was not frightened.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> You kissed me back.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Not on purpose. What do two people mean by +behaving so . . . in the dark?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I am exceedingly sorry that I hurt your +feelings.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Thank you, I like to feel.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> And you must forgive me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Tell me, why did you do it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Honestly I don't know. I should do it +again.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> That's not quite true, is it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I think so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> What does it matter at all!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Nothing.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george, sarah</span> <i>and then</i> <span class="smcap">carnaby</span> <i>move into sight +and along the terrace</i>, <span class="smcap">lord john</span> <i>turns to them</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Has this place been long in your family, +Mr. Leete?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Markswayde my wife brought us, through +the Peters's . . . old Chiltern people . . . connections of +yours, of course. There is no entail.</p> + +<p class="direct4"><span class="smcap">lord john</span> <i>walks back to</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> George, you assume this republicanism as +you would—no, would not—a coat of latest cut.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Never argue with him . . . persist.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> So does he.</p> + +<p class="direct4"><i>The three pass along the terrace.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">lord john</span>.] Will you sit down?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> It's not worth while. Do you know I +must be quite twice your age?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> A doubled responsibility, my lord.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I suppose it is.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I don't say so. That's a phrase from a book +. . . sounded well.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> My dear Miss Ann. . . [<i>He stops.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Go on being polite.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> If you'll keep your head turned away.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Why must I?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> There's lightning in the glances of your eye.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Do use vulgar words to me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> [<i>With a sudden fatherly kindness.</i>] Go to +bed . . . you're dead tired. And good-bye . . . I'll be +gone before you wake.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Good-bye.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She shakes hands with him, then walks towards her +father who is coming down the steps.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Papa, don't my roses want looking to?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Pats her cheek.</i>] These?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Those.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Abud is under your thumb, horticulturally +speaking.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Where's Sally?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She goes on to</i> <span class="smcap">sarah</span>, <i>who is standing with</i> <span class="smcap">george</span> +<i>at the top of the steps</i>. <span class="smcap">carnaby</span> <i>looks</i> <span class="smcap">lord john</span> +<i>up and down</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> [<i>Dusting his shoulder.</i>] This cursed +powder!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Do we respect innocence enough . . . any +of us?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george</span> <i>comes down the steps and joins them</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Respectable politics will henceforth be useless +to me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> My lord, was his grace satisfied with the +young man's work abroad or was he not?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> My father used to curse everyone.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> That's a mere Downing Street custom.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> And I seem to remember that a letter of +yours from . . . where were you in those days?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Paris . . . Naples . . . Vienna.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> One place . . . once lightened a fit of +gout.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> George, you have in you the makings of a +minister.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Remember the Age tends to the disreputable.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george</span> <i>moves away</i>, <span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>moves towards them</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> George is something of a genius, stuffed +with theories and possessed of a curious conscience. But +I am fortunate in my children.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> All the world knows it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">sarah</span>.] It's lucky that yours was a +love match, too. I admire you. Ann is 'to come,' so to +speak.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">lord john</span>.] Were you discussing affairs?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Not I.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Ann.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Yes, George.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She goes to him; they stroll together up the steps +and along the terrace.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I'm desperately fagged.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> [<i>Politely.</i>] A seat.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Also tired of sitting.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Let's have the Brighton news, Carp.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> If there's any.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Probably I still command abuse. Even my +son-in-law must, by courtesy, join in the cry . . . ah, +poor duty-torn Sarah! You can spread abroad that I am +as a green bay tree.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">carnaby</span> <i>paces slowly away from them</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Your father's making a mistake.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> D'you think so?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> He's played the game once.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I was not then in the knowledge of things +when he left you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> We remember it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I should like to hear it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I have avoided this subject.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> With him, yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Oh! . . . why did I desert the army for +politics?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Better fighting.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> It sat so nobly upon him . . . the leaving +us for conscience sake when we were strongly in power. +Strange that six months later we should be turned out.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Papa was lucky.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> But this second time . . . ?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Listen. This is very much a private quarrel +with Mr. Pitt, who hates Papa . . . gets rid of him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Shall I betray a confidence?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Better not.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> My father advised me to this visit.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Your useful visit. More than kind of his +Grace.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Yes . . . there's been a paragraph in the +"Morning Chronicle," 'The Whigs woo Mr. Carnaby +Leete.'</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> We saw to it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> My poor father seems anxious to discover +whether the Leete episode will repeat itself entirely. +He is chronically unhappy in opposition. Are your husband +and his colleagues trembling in their seats?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I can't say.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Politics is a game for clever children, and +women, and fools. Will you take a word of warning from +a soldier? Your father is past his prime.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">carnaby</span> <i>paces back towards them</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I'm getting to be old for these all-night +sittings. I must be writing to your busy brother.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Arthur? . . . is at his home.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Pleasantly sounding phrase.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> His grace deserted?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Quite secretaryless!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Lady Arthur lately has been brought to +bed. I heard yesterday.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> The seventh, is it not? Children require +living up to. My congratulations.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Won't you write them?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> We are not intimate.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> A good woman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Evidently. Where's Ann? We'll go in.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> You're a mother to your sister.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Not I.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> My wife went her ways into the next world; +Sarah hers into this; and our little Ann was left with a +most admirable governess. One must never reproach<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> +circumstances. Man educates woman in his own good +time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I suppose she, or any young girl, is all +heart.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> What is it that you call heart . . . sentimentally +speaking?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Any bud in the morning.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> That man Tatton's jokes are in shocking +taste.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Tatton is honest.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I'm much to blame for having won that +bet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Say no more.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> What can Miss Ann think of me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Don't ask her.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Innocency's opinions are invariably entertaining.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Am I the first . . . ? I really beg your +pardon.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span> <i>come down the steps together</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Ann, what do you think . . . that is to say—and +answer me truthfully . . . what at this moment is +your inclination of mind towards my lord here?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I suppose I love him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I hope not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I suppose I love you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> No . . no . . no . . no . . no . . no . . no.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Hush, dear.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'm afraid, papa, there's something very ill-bred +in me.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Down the steps and into the midst of them comes</i> +<span class="smcap">john abud</span>, <i>carrying his tools, among other things +a twist of bass. A young gardener, honest, clean +and common.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">carnaby</span>.] I ask pardon, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> So early, Abud! . . . this is your territory. +So late . . . Bed.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">ann</span> <i>starts away up the steps</i>, <span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>is following her</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Good-bye, Lady Cottesham.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At this</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span> <i>stops for a moment, but then goes straight +on</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> A pleasant journey.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>departs too</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>Stretching himself.</i>] I'm roused.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span>.] Leave your tools here for a +few moments.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I will, sir.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>leaves them, going along the terrace and out of +sight</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> My head is hot. Pardon me.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">carnaby</span> <i>is sitting on the fountain rim; he dips his +handkerchief in the water, and wrings it; then takes +off his wig and binds the damp handkerchief round +his head</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Wigs are most comfortable and old fashioned +. . . unless you choose to be a cropped republican like my +son.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Nature!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Nature grows a beard, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I've seen Turks.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Horrible . . . horrible! Sit down, Carp.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lord john</span> <i>sits on the fountain rim</i>, <span class="smcap">george</span> +<i>begins to pace restlessly; he has been nursing +the candlestick ever since</i> <span class="smcap">tatton</span> <i>handed it to +him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> George, you look damned ridiculous strutting +arm-in-arm with that candlestick.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I am ridiculous.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> If you're cogitating over your wife and her +expectations . . .</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george</span> <i>paces up the steps and away. There is a +pause.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> D'ye tell stories . . . good ones?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Sometimes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> There'll be this.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I shan't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Say no more. If I may so express myself, +Carp, you have been taking us for granted.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> How wide awake you are! I'm not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> My head's cool. Shall I describe your conduct +as an unpremeditated insult?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Don't think anything of the sort.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> There speaks your kind heart.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Are you trying to pick a quarrel with me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> As may be.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Why?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> For the sake of appearances.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Damn all appearances.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Now I'll lose my temper. Sir, you have +compromised my daughter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Nonsense!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Villain! What's your next move?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>For a moment</i> <span class="smcap">lord john</span> <i>sits with knit brows</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> [<i>Brutally.</i>] Mr. Leete, your name stinks.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> My point of dis-ad-vantage!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> [<i>Apologising.</i>] Please say what you like. +I might have put my remark better.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I think not; the homely Saxon phrase is +our literary dagger. Princelike, you ride away from +Markswayde. Can I trust you not to stab a socially sick +man? Why it's a duty you owe to society . . . to weed +out . . . us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I'm not a coward. How?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> A little laughter . . . in your exuberance +of health.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> You may trust me not to tell tales.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Of what . . . of whom?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Of here.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> And what is there to tell of here?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Nothing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> But how your promise betrays a capacity +for good-natured invention!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> If I lie call me out.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I don't deal in sentiment. I can't afford +to be talked about otherwise than as I choose to be. Already +the Aunt Sally of the hour; having under pressure +of circumstances resigned my office; dating my letters +from the borders of the Chiltern Hundreds . . . I am a +poor politician, sir, and I must live.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I can't see that your family's infected +. . . affected.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> With a penniless girl you really should have +been more circumspect.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I might ask to marry her.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> My lord!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>In the pause that ensues he takes up the twist of +bass to play with.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> What should you say to that?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> The silly child supposed she loved you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Is it a match?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> [<i>Full in the other's face.</i>] What about the +appearances of black-mail?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Compressing his thin lips.</i>] Do you care +for my daughter?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I could . . . at a pinch.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Now, my lord, you are insolent.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Is this when we quarrel?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I think I'll challenge you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> That will look well.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> You'll value that kiss when you've paid for +it. Kindly choose Tatton as your second. I want his +tongue to wag both ways.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I was forgetting how it all began.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> George will serve me . . . protesting. His +principles are vile, but he has the education of a gentleman. +Swords or . . . ? Swords. And at noon shall we say? +There's shade behind a certain barn, midway between +this and Tatton's.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> [<i>Not taking him seriously yet.</i>] What if +we both die horridly?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> You are at liberty to make me a written +apology.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> A joke's a joke.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">carnaby</span> <i>deliberately strikes him in the face with +the twist of bass</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> That's enough.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>In explanatory apology.</i>] My friend, you +are so obtuse. Abud!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Mr. Leete, are you serious?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Perfectly serious. Let's go to bed. Abud, +you can get to your work.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Wig in hand</i>, <span class="smcap">mr. leete</span> <i>courteously conducts his +guest towards the house</i>. <span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>returns to his tools +and his morning's work</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_SECOND_ACT" id="THE_SECOND_ACT"></a>THE SECOND ACT</h3> + +<br /> + +<blockquote><p><i>Shortly after mid-day, while the sun beats strongly +upon the terrace</i>, <span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>is working dexterously at +the rose trees</i>. <span class="smcap">dr. remnant</span> <i>comes down the steps, +hatted, and carrying a stick and a book. He is +an elderly man with a kind manner; type of the +eighteenth century casuistical parson. On his +way he stops to say a word to the gardener.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> Will it rain before nightfall?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> About then, sir, I should say.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Down the other steps comes</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. opie</span>, <i>a prim, decorous, +but well bred and unobjectionable woman. +She is followed by</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> A good morning to you, Parson.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> And to you, Mrs. Opie, and to Miss +Ann.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Good morning, Dr. Remnant. [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span>.] +Have you been here ever since . . . ?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I've had dinner, Miss.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">abud's</span> <i>work takes him gradually out of sight</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> We are but just breakfasted.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> I surmise dissipation.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. opie</span>.] Thank you for waiting five +hours.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> It is my rule to breakfast with you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> [<i>Exhibiting the book.</i>] I am come to return, +and to borrow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Show me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> Ballads by Robert Burns.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Taking it.</i>] I'll put it back.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> [<i>Taking it from her.</i>] I've never heard of +him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> Oh, ma'am, a very vulgar poet!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george leete</span> <i>comes quickly down the steps</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">remnant</span>.] How are you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> Yours, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Ann.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Good morning, George.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Did you sleep well?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I always do . . . but I dreamt.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I must sit down for a minute. [<i>Nodding.</i>] +Mrs. Opie.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> I wish you a good morning, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span>.] Don't look so solemn.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lady cottesham</span> <i>comes quickly to the top of the steps</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Is Papa badly hurt?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Jumping up.</i>] Oh, what has happened?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Not badly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> He won't see me.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>His three children look at each other.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> [<i>Tactfully.</i>] May I go my ways to the +library?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Please do, Doctor Remnant.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> I flatly contradicted all that was being +said in the village.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Thoughtful of you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> But tell me nothing.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant</span> <i>bows formally and goes</i>. <span class="smcap">george</span> <i>is +about to speak when</i> <span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>with a look at</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. +opie</span> <i>says</i>. . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> George, hold your tongue.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> [<i>With much hauteur.</i>] I am in the way.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At this moment</i> <span class="smcap">dimmuck</span>, <i>an old but unbenevolent-looking +butler, comes to the top of the steps</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> The master wants Mrs. Opie.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> Thank you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Your triumph!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie</span> <i>is departing radiant</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> How was I to know you was in the garden?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> I am sorry to have put you to the trouble of +a search, Mr. Dimmuck.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> He's in his room.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>And he follows her towards the house.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Carp fought with him at twelve o'clock.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The other two cannot speak from amazement.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> No!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Why, they didn't tell me and I didn't ask. +Carp was laughing. Tatton chuckled . . . afterwards.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> What had he to do?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Carp's second.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Unaccountable children!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Feather parade . . . throw in . . . parry +quarte: over the arm . . . put by: feint . . . flanconade +and through his arm . . . damned easy. The father +didn't wince or say a word. I bound it up . . . the sight +of blood makes me sick.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>After a moment</i>, <span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>turns to</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Yes, and you've been a silly child.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Ah, give me a woman's guess and the most +unlikely reason to account for anything!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I hate that man. I'm glad Papa's not hurt. +What about a surgeon?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> No, you shall kiss the place well, and there'll +be poetic justice done.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> How did you all part?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> With bows and without a word.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Coming home with him?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Not a word.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Papa's very clever; but I'm puzzled.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Something will happen next, no doubt.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Isn't this done with?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> So it seems.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I should like to be told just what the game has +been.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Bravo, Ann.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Tell me the rules . . . for next time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> It would have been most advantageous for us +to have formed an alliance with Lord John Carp, who +stood here for his father and his father's party . . . now +in opposition.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Look upon yourself—not too seriously—Ann, +as the instrument of political destiny.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'm afraid I take in fresh ideas very slowly. Why +has Papa given up the Stamp Office?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> His colleagues wouldn't support him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Why was that?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> They disapproved of what he did.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Did he do right . . . giving it up?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> We hope so. Time will tell. An irreverent +quipster once named him Carnaby Leech.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I wonder if his true enemies think him wise +to have dropped off the Stamp Office?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Has he quarrelled with Sir Charles?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Politically.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Isn't that awkward for you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Not a bit.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Hear a statement that includes our lives. +Markswayde goes at his death . . . see reversionary +mortgage. The income's an annuity now. The cash in +the house will be ours. The debts are paid . . . at last.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> And there remains me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Bad grammar. Meanwhile our father is a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> +tongue, which is worth buying; but I don't think he ought +to go over to the enemy . . . for the second time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> One party is as good as another; each works +for the same end, I should hope.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I won't argue about it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I suppose that a woman's profession is marriage.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> My lord has departed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> There'll be others to come. I'm not afraid of +being married.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> What did Papa want Mrs. Opie for?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> There'll be a great many things I shall want to +know about men now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Wisdom cometh with sorrow . . . oh, my +sister.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I believe you two are both about as selfish as +you can be.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I am an egotist . . . with attachments.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Make use of me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Ann, you marry—when you marry—to +please yourself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> There's much in life that I don't like, Sally.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> There's much more that you will.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I think we three have never talked together +before.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">abud</span>, <i>who has been in sight on the terrace for a few +moments, now comes down the steps</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> May I make so bold, sir, as to ask how is Mrs. +George Leete?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> She was well when I last heard.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Thank you, sir.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>And he returns to his work.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I wonder will it be a boy or a girl.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Poor weak woman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Be grateful to her.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> A baby is a wonderful thing.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Babyhood in the abstract . . . beautiful.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Even kittens . . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She stops, and then in rather childish embarrassment, +moves away from them.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Don't shudder, George.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I have no wish to be a father. Why?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> It's a vulgar responsibility.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> My wayside flower!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Why pick it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Sarah, I love my wife.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> That's easily said.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> She should be here.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> George, you married to please yourself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> By custom her rank is my own.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Does she still drop her aitches?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Dolly . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Pretty name.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Dolly aspires to be one of us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Child-bearing makes these women blowzy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Oh heaven!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Calling to</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>on the terrace</i>.] Finish to-day, +Abud. If it rains . . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She stops, seeing</i> <span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen</span> <i>standing at the top +of the steps leading from the house. This is an intensely +respectable, selfcontained-looking lawyer, but +a man of the world too.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> Lady Cottesham.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Sir?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> My name is Tetgeen.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Mr. Tetgeen. How do you do?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> The household appeared to be in some +confusion and I took the liberty to be my own messenger. +I am anxious to speak with you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Ann, dear, ask if Papa will see you now.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">dimmuck</span> <i>appears</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> The master wants you, Miss Ann.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Ask papa if he'll see me soon.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">ann</span> <i>goes towards the house</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Dimmuck, Mr. Tetgeen has been left to find +his own way here.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> I couldn't help it, my lady.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>And he follows</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Our father is confined to his room.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> By your leave.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Then</i> <span class="smcap">george</span> <i>takes himself off up the steps, and out +of sight. The old lawyer bows to</i> <span class="smcap">lady cottesham</span>, +<i>who regards him steadily</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> From Sir Charles . . . a talking +machine.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Please sit.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He sits carefully upon the rim of the fountain, she +upon the seat opposite.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Glancing over her shoulder.</i>] Will you talk +nonsense until the gardener is out of hearing? He is on +his way away. You have had a tiring journey?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> Thank you, no . . . by the night +coach to Reading and thence I have walked.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> The country is pretty, is it not?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> It compares favourably with other parts.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Do you travel much, Mr. Tetgeen? He has +gone.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> [<i>Deliberately and sharpening his tone +ever so little.</i>] Sir Charles does not wish to petition for a +divorce.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Controlling even her sense of humour.</i>] I have +no desire to jump over the moon.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> His scruples are religious. The case +would be weak upon some important points, and there has +been no public scandal . . . at the worst, very little.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> My good manners are, I trust, irreproachable,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> +and you may tell Sir Charles that my conscience is my own.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> Your husband's in the matter of . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Please say the word.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> Pardon me . . . not upon mere suspicion.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Now, is it good policy to suspect what is incapable +of proof?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> I advise Sir Charles, that, should you +come to an open fight, he can afford to lose.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> And have I no right to suspicions?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> Certainly. Are they of use to you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I have been a tolerant wife, expecting toleration.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> Sir Charles is anxious to take into consideration +any complaints you may have to make against +him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I complain if he complains of me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> For the first time, I think . . . formally.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Why not have come to me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> Sir Charles is busy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Disguising a little spasm of pain.</i>] Shall we +get to business?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen</span> <i>now takes a moment to find his phrase</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> I don't know the man's name.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> This, surely, is how you might address a +seduced housemaid.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> But Sir Charles and he, I understand, +have talked the matter over.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The shock of this brings</i> <span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>to her feet, white +with anger</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Divorce me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> [<i>Sharply.</i>] Is there ground for it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>With a magnificent recovery of self control.</i>] I +won't tell you that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> I have said we have no case . . . that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> +is to say, we don't want one; but any information is a +weapon in store.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> You did quite right to insult me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> As a rule I despise such methods.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> It's a lie that they met . . . those two men?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> It may be.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> It must be.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> I have Sir Charles's word.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Now he takes from his pocket some notes, putting +on his spectacles to read them.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> What's this . . . a written lecture?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> We propose . . . first: that the present +complete severance of conjugal relations shall continue. +Secondly: that Lady Cottesham shall be at liberty to remove +from South Audley Street and Ringham Castle all +personal and private effects, excepting those family jewels +which have merely been considered her property. Thirdly: +Lady Cottesham shall undertake, formally and in writing +not to molest—a legal term—Sir Charles Cottesham. [<i>Her +handkerchief has dropped, here he picks it up and restores +it to her.</i>] Allow me, my lady.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I thank you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> [<i>Continuing.</i>] Fourthly: Lady Cottesham +shall undertake . . . etc. . . . not to inhabit or +frequent the city and towns of London, Brighthelmstone, +Bath, The Tunbridge Wells, and York. Fifthly: Sir +Charles Cottesham will, in acknowledgement of the maintenance +of this agreement, allow Lady C. the sum of two +hundred and fifty pounds per annum, which sum he considers +sufficient for the upkeep of a small genteel establishment; +use of the house known as Pater House, situate +some seventeen miles from the Manor of Barton-le-Street, +Yorkshire; coals from the mine adjoining; and from +the home farm, milk, butter and eggs. [<i>Then he finds a +further note.</i>] Lady Cottesham is not to play cards.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I am a little fond of play.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> There is no question of jointure.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> None. Mr. Tetgeen . . . I love my husband.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> My lady . . . I will mention it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Such a humorous answer to this. No . . . +don't. What is important? Bread and butter . . . and +eggs. Do I take this?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> [<i>Handing her the paper.</i>] Please.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>With the ghost of a smile.</i>] I take it badly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> [<i>Courteously capping her jest.</i>] I take +my leave.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> This doesn't call for serious notice? I've +done nothing legal by accepting it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> There's no law in the matter; it's one of +policy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I might bargain for a bigger income. [<span class="smcap">mr. +tetgeen</span> <i>bows</i>.] On the whole I'd rather be divorced.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> Sir Charles detests scandal.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Besides there's no case . . . is there?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> Sir Charles congratulates himself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Sir Charles had best not bully me so politely +. . . tell him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> My lady!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I will not discuss this impertinence. Did those +two men meet and talk . . . chat together? What d'you +think of that?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> 'Twas very practical. I know that the +woman is somehow the outcast.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> A bad woman . . . an idle woman! But I've +tried to do so much that lay to my hands without ever +questioning . . . ! Thank you, I don't want this retailed +to my husband. You'll take a glass of wine before +you go?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> Port is grateful.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She takes from her dress two sealed letters.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Will you give that to Sir Charles . . . a letter +he wrote me which I did not open. This, my answer, +which I did not send.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He takes the one letter courteously, the other she +puts back.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I'm such a coward, Mr. Tetgeen.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> May I say how sorry . . . ?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Thank you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> And let me apologise for having expressed +one opinion of my own.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> He wants to get rid of me. He's a bit afraid of +me, you know, because I fight . . . and my weapons are +all my own. This'll blow over.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> [<i>With a shake of the head.</i>] You are to +take this offer as final.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Beyond this?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> As I hinted, I am prepared to advise +legal measures.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I could blow it over . . . but I won't perhaps. +I must smile at my husband's consideration in suppressing +even to you . . . the man's name. Butter and eggs +. . . and milk. I should grow fat.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">ann</span> <i>appears suddenly</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> We go to Brighton to-morrow! [<i>And she comes +excitedly to her sister.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Was that duel a stroke of genius?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> All sorts of things are to happen.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Turning from her to</i> <span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen</span>.] And +you'll walk as far as Reading?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen.</span> Dear me, yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span>.] I'll come back.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>takes</i> <span class="smcap">mr. tetgeen</span> <i>towards the house</i>. <span class="smcap">ann</span> +<i>seats herself. After a moment</i> <span class="smcap">lord john carp</span>, <i>his +clothes dusty with some riding appears from the +other quarter. She looks up to find him gazing at her.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Ann, I've ridden back to see you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>After a moment.</i>] We're coming to Brighton +to-morrow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Good.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Papa's not dead.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> [<i>With equal cheerfulness.</i>] That's good.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> And he said we should be seeing more of you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Here I am. I love you, Ann. [<i>He goes +on his knees.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> D'you want to marry me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Thank you very much; it'll be very convenient +for us all. Won't you get up?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> At your feet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I like it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Give me your hand.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> You're beautiful.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I don't think so. You don't think so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I do think so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I should like to say I don't love you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Last night you kissed me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Do get up, please.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> As you wish.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Now he sits by her.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Last night you were nobody in particular . . . +to me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I love you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Please don't; I can't think clearly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Look at me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'm sure I don't love you because you're making +me feel very uncomfortable and that wouldn't be so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Then we'll think.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Papa . . . perhaps you'd rather not talk about +Papa.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Give yourself to me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Drawing away from him.</i>] Four words! There +ought to be more in such a sentence . . . it's ridiculous. +I want a year to think about its meaning. Don't speak.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Papa joins our party.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> That's what we're after . . . thank you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I loathe politics.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Tell me something against them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> In my opinion your father's not a much +bigger blackguard—I beg your pardon—than the rest of us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> . . . Miserable sinners.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Your father turns his coat. Well . . . ?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I see nothing at all in that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> What's right and what's wrong?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Papa's right . . . for the present. +When shall we be married?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Tomorrow?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Startled.</i>] If you knew that it isn't easy for me +to be practical you wouldn't make fun.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Why not tomorrow?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Papa—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Papa says yes . . suppose.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'm very young . . not to speak of clothes. I +must have lots of new dresses.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Ask me for them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Why do you want to marry me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I love you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> It suddenly occurs to me that sounds unpleasant.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I love you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Out of place.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I love you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> What if Papa were to die?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I want you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'm nothing . . I'm nobody . . I'm part of +my family.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I want you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Won't you please forget last night?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I want you. Look straight at me.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She looks, and stays fascinated.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> If I say now that I love you—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I know it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> And love me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I suppose so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Make sure.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> But I hate you too . . I know that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Shall I kiss you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Helplessly.</i>] Yes.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He kisses her full on the lips.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I can't hate you enough.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> [<i>Triumphantly.</i>] Speak the truth +now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I feel very degraded.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Nonsense.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Wretchedly.</i>] This is one of the things which +don't matter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Ain't you to be mine?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> You want the right to behave like that as well +as the power.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> You shall command me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>With a poor laugh.</i>] I rather like this in a +way.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Little coquette!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> It does tickle my vanity.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>For a moment he sits looking at her, then shakes +himself to his feet.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Now I must go.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Yes . . I want to think.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> For Heaven's sake . . no!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I came this morning straight to where we were +last night.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> As I hung about the garden my heart +was beating.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I shall like you better when you're not +here.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> We're to meet in Brighton?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'm afraid so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Good-bye.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> There's just a silly sort of attraction between +certain people, I believe.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Can you look me in the eyes and say you +don't love me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> If I looked you in the eyes you'd frighten me +again. I can say anything.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> You're a deep child.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george leete</span> <i>appears on the terrace</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> My lord!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> [<i>Cordially.</i>] My dear Leete.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> No . . I am not surprised to see you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> George, things are happening.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Shake hands.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I will not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Lord John asks me to be married to him. Shake +hands.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Why did you fight?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Why did you fight?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> [<i>Shrugging.</i>] Your father struck me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Now you've hurt him . . that's fair.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Then the two men do shake hands, not heartily.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> We've trapped you, my lord.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I know what I want. I love your +sister.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I don't like you . . but if you're good and I'm +good we shall get on.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Why shouldn't one marry politically?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> [<i>In</i> <span class="smcap">ann's</span> <i>ear</i>.] I love you.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> No . . no . . no . . no . . no . . [<i>Discovering +in this an echo of her father, she stops short.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> We're a cold-blooded family.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> I don't think so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I married for love.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Who doesn't? But, of course there should +be other reasons.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> You won't receive my wife.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Here's your sister.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lady cottesham</span> <i>comes from the direction of the house</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Back again?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> You see.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>From the other side appears</i> <span class="smcap">mr. tatton</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> As you all seem to be here I don't mind +interrupting.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>Hailing him.</i>] Well . . neighbour?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Come . . come . . what's a little fighting +more or less!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Bravo, English sentiment . . relieves a deal +of awkwardness.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The two shake hands.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Who by this has reached</i> <span class="smcap">lord john</span>.] . . And +back so soon?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Lord John asks to marry me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> I guessed so . . give me a bit of romance!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Suavely.</i>] This is perhaps a little sudden, my +dear Lord John. Papa may naturally be a little shocked.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Not at all, Sarah.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> How's the wound?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Not serious . . nothing's serious.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> You are very masterful, wooing sword in hand.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> George and I have explained to Lord John that +we are all most anxious to marry me to him and he +doesn't mind—</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Being made a fool of. I love—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I will like you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Charming cynicism, my dear Sarah.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Oh, Lord!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>To her affianced.</i>] Good-bye now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> When do I see you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Papa says soon.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> Very soon, please. Tatton, my friend, +Brighton's no nearer.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tatton.</span> Lady Cottesham . . Miss Leete . . I +kiss your hands.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord john.</span> [<i>Ebulliently clapping</i> <span class="smcap">george</span> <i>on the back</i>.] +Look more pleased. [<i>Then he bends over</i> <span class="smcap">lady cottesham</span>'s +<i>hand</i>.] Lady Charlie . . my service to you . . all. +Ann. [<i>And he takes</i> <span class="smcap">ann's</span> <i>hand to kiss</i>.]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> If I can think better of all this, I shall. Good-bye.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She turns away from him. He stands for a moment +considering her, but follows</i> <span class="smcap">tatton</span> <i>away through +the orchard</i>. <span class="smcap">george</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>are watching their +sister, who then comments on her little affair with life</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'm growing up. [<i>Then with a sudden tremor.</i>] +Sally, don't let me be forced to marry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Force of circumstances, my dear Ann.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Outside things. Why couldn't I run away from +this garden and over the hills? . . I suppose there's something +on the other side of the hills.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> You'd find yourself there . . and circumstances.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> So I'm trapped as well as that Lord John.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> What's the injury?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'm taken by surprise and I know I'm ignorant +and I think I'm learning things backwards.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> You must cheer up and say: John's not a +bad sort.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> A man of his age is a young man.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I wish you wouldn't recommend him to me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Let's think of Brighton. What about your +gowns?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I've nothing to wear.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> We'll talk to Papa.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> The war-purse is always a long one.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> George . . be one of us for a minute.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> But I want to look on too, and laugh.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Caustically.</i>] Yes . . that's your privilege . . +except occasionally. [<i>Then to her sister.</i>] I wish you all +the happiness of courtship days.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Arcadian expression!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I believe it means being kissed . . often.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Have you not a touch of romance in you, +little girl?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Am I not like Mr. Dan Tatton? He kisses +dairy-maids and servants and all the farmer's daughters . . +I beg your pardon, George.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>Nettled.</i>] I'll say to you, Ann, that—in all +essentials—one woman is as good as another.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> That is not so in the polite world.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> When you consider it no one lives in the +polite world.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Do they come outside for air sooner or later?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Briskly.</i>] Three best dresses you must have +and something very gay if you're to go near the Pavilion.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> You're coming to Brighton, Sally?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Why not?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I don't wish to meet my husband.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> That man was his lawyer.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> The political difference, Sally?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Just that. [<i>Then with a deft turn of the +subject.</i>] I don't say that yours is a pretty face, but I +should think you would have charm.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> For fashion's sake cultivate sweetness.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> You dance as well as they know how in Reading.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Yes . . I can twiddle my feet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Do you like dancing?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'd sooner walk.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> What . . and get somewhere!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Here's George laughing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> He's out of it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Are you happy, George?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Alas . . Dolly's disgraceful ignorance of +etiquette damns us both from the beautiful drawing-room.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> That laugh is forced. But how can you. . . +look on?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>There is a slight pause in their talk. Then . . .</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> He'll bully me with love.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Your husband will give you just what you ask for.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I hate myself too. I want to take people mentally.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> You want a new world . . you new woman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> And I'm a good bit frightened of myself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> We have our places to fill in this. My dear +child, leave futile questions alone.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Neither have I any good advice to give you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I think happiness is a thing one talks too much +about.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">dimmuck</span> <i>appears. And by now</i> <span class="smcap">abud's</span> <i>work +has brought him back to the terrace</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> The master would like to see your Ladyship +now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I'll say we've had a visitor . . Guess.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> And you've had a visitor, Sarah.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Papa will know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Is he in a questioning mood?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I always tell everything.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> It saves time.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She departs towards the house.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> Mr. George.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> What is it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> He said No to a doctor when I haven't +even mentioned the matter. Had I better send . . ?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Do . . if you care to waste the doctor's +time.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">dimmuck</span> <i>gives an offended sniff and follows</i> <span class="smcap">lady +cottesham</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I could sit here for days. George, I don't think I +quite believe in anything I've been told yet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> What's that man's name?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> John—John is a common name—John Abud.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Abud!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Sir?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Come here.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>obediently walks towards his young master +and stands before him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Why did you ask after the health of Mrs. +George Leete?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> We courted once.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>After a moment.</i>] Listen, Ann. Do you +hate me, John Abud?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> No, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> You're a fine looking fellow. How old are you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Twenty-seven, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Is Once long ago?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Two years gone.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Did Mrs. Leete quarrel with you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> No, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Pray tell me more.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I was beneath her.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> But you're a fine-looking fellow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Farmer Crowe wouldn't risk his daughter +being unhappy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> But she was beneath me.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> That was another matter, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I don't think you intend to be sarcastic.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> And . . being near her time for the first time, +sir . . I wanted to know if she is in danger of dying yet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Every precaution has been taken. . a nurse. . +there is a physician near. I need not tell you . . but I +do tell you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Thank you, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I take great interest in my wife.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> We all do, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Was it ambition that you courted her?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I thought to start housekeeping.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Did you aspire to rise socially?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I wanted a wife to keep house, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Are you content?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I think so, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> With your humble position?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I'm a gardener, and there'll always be gardens.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Frustrated affections . . I beg your pardon. . . +To have been crossed in love should make you bitter and +ambitious.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> My father was a gardener and my son will be +a gardener if he's no worse a man than I and no better.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Are you married?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> No, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Are you going to be married?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Not especially, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Yes . . you must marry . . some decent +woman; we want gardeners.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Do you want me any more now, sir?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> You have interested me. You can go back +to your work.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>obeys</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>Almost to himself.</i>] I am hardly human.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He slowly moves away and out of sight.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> John Abud.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He comes back and stands before her too.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I am very sorry for you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I am very much obligated to you, Miss.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Both those sayings are quite meaningless. Say +something true about yourself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I'm not sorry for myself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I won't tell. It's very clear you ought to be in a +despairing state. Don't stand in the sun with your hat off.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> [<i>Putting on his hat.</i>] Thank you, Miss.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Have you nearly finished the rose-trees?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I must work till late this evening.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Weren't you ambitious for Dolly's sake?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> She thought me good enough.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'd have married her.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> She was ambitious for me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> And are you frightened of the big world?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Fine things dazzle me sometimes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> But gardening is all that you're fit for?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I'm afraid so, Miss.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> But it's great to be a gardener . . to sow seeds +and to watch flowers grow and to cut away dead things.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Yes, Miss.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> And you're in the fresh air all day.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> That's very healthy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Are you very poor?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I get my meals in the house.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Rough clothes last a long time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I've saved money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Where do you sleep?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> At Mrs. Hart's . . at a cottage . . it's a +mile off.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> And you want no more than food and clothes and +a bed and you earn all that with your hands.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> The less a man wants, Miss, the better.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> But you mean to marry?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Yes . . I've saved money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Whom will you marry? Would you rather not +say? Perhaps you don't know yet?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> It's all luck what sort of a maid a man gets +fond of. It won't be a widow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Be careful, John Abud.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> No . . I shan't be careful.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> You'll do very wrong to be made a fool of.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I'm safe, Miss; I've no eye for a pretty face.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">dimmuck</span> <i>arrives asthmatically at the top of the +steps</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> Where's Mr. George? Here's a messenger +come post.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Find him, Abud.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">dimmuck</span>.] From Dolly?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> Speak respectful.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Is it from his wife?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> Go find him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>As</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>is immovable</i>.] Dimmuck . . . tell me +about Mrs. George.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> She's doing well, Miss.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> [<i>Shouting joyfully now.</i>] Mr. George! Mr. +George!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> A boy or a girl, Dimmuck?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> Yes, Miss.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Mr. George! Mr. George!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> Ecod . . is he somewhere else?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">dimmuck</span>, <i>somewhat excited himself, returns to the +house</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> George!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Mr. George! Mr. George!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george</span> <i>comes slowly along the terrace, in his hand +an open book, which some people might suppose +he was reading. He speaks with studied calm.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> You are very excited, my good man.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> She's brought you a child, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Your child!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Certainly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Thank God, Sir!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I will if I please.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> And she's doing well.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> There's a messenger come post.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> To be sure . . it might have been bad news.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>And slowly he crosses the garden towards the house.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> [<i>Suddenly, beyond all patience.</i>] Run . . damn +you!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george</span> <i>makes one supreme effort to maintain his +dignity, but fails utterly. He gasps out . . .</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Yes, I will. [<i>And runs off as hard as he can.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> [<i>In an ecstasy.</i>] This is good. Oh, Dolly and +God . . this is good!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Round eyed.</i>] I wonder that you can be pleased.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> [<i>Apologising . . without apology.</i>] It's life.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Struck.</i>] Yes, it is.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>And she goes towards the house, thinking this over.</i></p> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_THIRD_ACT" id="THE_THIRD_ACT"></a>THE THIRD ACT</h3> + +<br /> + +<blockquote><p><i>It is near to sunset. The garden is shadier than +before.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>is still working</i>. <span class="smcap">carnaby leete</span> <i>comes +from the house followed by</i> <span class="smcap">dr. remnant</span>. <i>He +wears his right arm in a sling. His face is flushed, +his speech rapid.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Parson, you didn't drink enough wine . . . +damme, the wine was good.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> I am very grateful for an excellent +dinner.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> A good dinner, sir, is the crown to a good +day's work.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> It may also be a comfort in affliction. +Our philosophy does ill, Mr. Leete, when it despises the +more simple means of contentment.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> And which will be the better lover of a +woman, a hungry or a well-fed man?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> A good meal digests love with it; for +what is love but a food to live by . . but a hungry love +will ofttimes devour its owner.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Admirable! Give me a man in love to +deal with. Vous l'avez vu?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> Speak Latin, Greek or Hebrew to me, +Mr. Leete.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> French is the language of little things. My +poor France! Ours is a little world, Parson . . . a man +may hold it here. [<i>His open hand.</i>] Lord John Carp's a +fine fellow.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> Son of a Duke.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> And I commend to you the originality of +his return. At twelve we fight . . . at one-thirty he +proposes marriage to my daughter. D'ye see him humbly +on his knees? Will there be rain, I wonder?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> We need rain . . Abud?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Badly, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Do we want a wet journey tomorrow! +Where's Sarah?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> Lady Cottesham's taking tea.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>with a sudden start</i>.] And why +the devil didn't you marry my daughter-in-law . . my own +gardener?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george</span> <i>appears dressed for riding</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Good-bye, sir, for the present.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Boots and breeches!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> You shouldn't be about in the evening air +with a green wound in your arm. You drank wine at +dinner. Be careful, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Off to your wife and the expected?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Yes, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Riding to Watford?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> From there alongside the North Coach, if +I'm in time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Don't founder my horse. Will ye leave +the glorious news with your grandfather at Wycombe?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I won't fail to. [<i>Then to</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span>.] We've +been speaking of you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> It was never any secret, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Don't apologise.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Soon after this</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>passes out of sight</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Nature's an encumbrance to us, Parson.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> One disapproves of flesh uninspired.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> She allows you no amusing hobbies . . +always takes you seriously.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Good-bye, Parson.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> [<i>As he bows.</i>] Your most obedient.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> And you trifle with damnable democracy, +with pretty theories of the respect due to womanhood and +now the result . . . hark to it squalling.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> Being fifty miles off might not one say: +The cry of the new-born?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Ill-bred babies squall. There's no poetic +glamour in the world will beautify an undesired infant +. . George says so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I did say so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I feel the whole matter deeply.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george</span> <i>half laughs</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> George, after days of irritability, brought +to bed of a smile. That's a home thrust of a metaphor.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george</span> <i>laughs again</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Twins!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Yes, a boy and a girl . . . I'm the father of a +boy and a girl.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>In dignified, indignant horror.</i>] No one +of you dared tell me that much!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span> <i>come from the house</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> You could have asked me for news of your +grandchildren.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Twins is an insult.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> But you look very cheerful, George.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I am content.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I'm surprised.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I am surprised.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Now what names for them?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> No family names, please.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> We'll wait for a dozen years or so and let +them choose their own.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> But, sir, christening will demand—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Your son should have had my name, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I know the rule . . as I have my grandfather's +which I take no pride in.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> George!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Not to say that it sounds his, not mine.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Our hopes of you were high once.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Sarah, may I kiss you? [<i>He kisses her cheek.</i>] +Let me hear what you decide to do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> The begetting you, sir, was a waste of time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>Quite pleasantly.</i>] Don't say that.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At the top of the steps</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span> <i>is waiting for him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'll see you into the saddle.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Thank you, sister Ann.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Why didn't you leave us weeks ago?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Why!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>They pace away, arm-in-arm.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Bitterly.</i>] Glad to go! Brighton, Sarah.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> No, I shall not come, Papa.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Coward. [<i>Then to</i> <span class="smcap">remnant</span>.] Good-night.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> [<i>Covering the insolent dismissal.</i>] With +your kind permission I will take my leave. [<i>Then he bows +to</i> <span class="smcap">sarah</span>.] Lady Cottesham.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Curtseying.</i>] Doctor Remnant, I am yours.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Sitting by the fountain, stamping his foot.</i>] +Oh, this cracked earth! Will it rain . . will it rain?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> I doubt now. That cloud has passed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Soft, pellucid rain! There's a good word +and I'm not at all sure what it means.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> Per . . lucere . . . letting light through.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">remnant</span> <i>leaves them</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Soft, pellucid rain! . . thank you. Brighton, +Sarah.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Ann needs new clothes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> See to it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I shall not be there.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She turns from him.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Pretty climax to a quarrel!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Not a quarrel.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> A political difference.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Don't look so ferocious.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> My arm is in great pain and the wine's +in my head.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Won't you go to bed?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I'm well enough . . to travel. This marriage +makes us safe, Sarah . . an anchor in each camp . . +There's a mixed metaphor.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> If you'll have my advice, Papa, you'll keep +those plans clear from Ann's mind.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> John Carp is so much clay . . a man of +forty ignorant of himself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> But if the Duke will not . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> The Duke hates a scandal.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Does he detest scandal!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> The girl is well-bred and harmless . . why +publicly quarrel with John and incense her old brute of a +father? There's the Duke in a score of words. He'll +take a little time to think it out so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> And I say: Do you get on the right side +of the Duke once again,—that's what we've worked for—and +leave these two alone.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Am I to lose my daughter?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Papa . . your food's intrigue.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Scold at Society . . and what's the use?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> We're over-civilized.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">ann</span> <i>rejoins them now. The twilight is gathering.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> My mother's very old . . . your grandfather's +younger and seventy-nine . . he swears I'll +never come into the title. There's little else.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> You're feverish . . why are you saying this?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Ann . . George . . George via Wycombe . . +Wycombe Court . . Sir George Leete baronet, Justice<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> +of the Peace, Deputy Lieutenant . . the thought's +tumbled. Ann, I first saw your mother in this garden . . +there.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Was she like me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> My age when she married.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> She was not beautiful . . then she died.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Mr. Tatton thinks it a romantic garden.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Pause.</i>] D'ye hear the wind sighing through +that tree?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> The air's quite still.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I hear myself sighing . . when I first saw +your mother in this garden . . . that's how it was +done.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> For a woman must marry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Rises.</i>] You all take to it as ducks to +water . . but apple sauce is quite correct . . I must not +mix metaphors.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie</span> <i>comes from the house</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Your supper done, Mrs. Opie?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> I eat little in the evening.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I believe that saves digestion.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> Ann, do you need me more to-night?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Not any more.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> Ann, there is gossip among the servants +about a wager . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Mrs. Opie, that was . . . yesterday.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> Ann, I should be glad to be able to contradict +a reported . . embrace.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I was kissed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> I am shocked.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Mrs. Opie, is it possible that all these years +I have been nourishing a prude in my . . back drawing-room?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> I presume I am discharged of Ann's +education; but as the salaried mistress of your household,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> +Mr. Leete, I am grieved not to be able to deny such a +rumour to your servants.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She sails back, righteously indignant.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Call out that you're marrying the wicked +man . . comfort her.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Mrs. Opie!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Consider that existence. An old maid . . +so far as we know. Brevet rank . . missis. Not +pleasant.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> She wants nothing better . . at her age.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> How forgetful!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>The force of the phrase growing.</i>] Brighton, +Sarah.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Now you've both read the love-letter which +Tetgeen brought me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Come to Brighton.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Come to Brighton, Sally.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> No. I have been thinking. I think I will +accept the income, the house, coals, butter and eggs.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I give you a fortnight to bring your husband +to his knees . . to your feet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I'm not sure that I could. My marriage has +come naturally to an end.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Sarah, don't annoy me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Papa, you joined my bridegroom's political +party . . now you see fit to leave it.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She glances at</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span>, <i>who gives no sign, however</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> What have you been doing in ten +years?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Waiting for this to happen . . now I come to +think.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Have ye the impudence to tell me that ye've +never cared for your husband?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I was caught by the first few kisses; but he . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Has he ever been unkind to you?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Never. He's a gentleman through and +through . . . quite charming to live with.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I see what more you expect. And he neither +drinks nor . . nor . . no one even could suppose your +leaving him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> No. I'm disgraced.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Fight for your honour.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> You surprise me sometimes by breaking out +into cant phrases.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> What is more useful in the world than +honour?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I think we never had any . . we!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Give me more details. Tell me, who is +this man?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I'm innocent . . if that were all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Sally, what do they say you've done?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I cry out like any poor girl.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> There must be no doubt that you're innocent. +Why not go for to force Charles into court?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> My innocence is not of the sort which shows +up well.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Hold publicity in reserve. No fear of the +two men arranging to meet, is there?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> They've met . . and they chatted about me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>After a moment.</i>] There's sound humour +in that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I shall feel able to laugh at them both from +Yorkshire.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> God forbid! Come to Brighton . . we'll +rally Charles no end.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Papa, I know there's nothing to be done.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Coward!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Besides I don't think I want to go back to my +happiness.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>They are silent for a little.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> How still! Look . . leaves falling already. +Can that man hear what we're saying?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span>.] Can Abud overhear?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I've never talked secrets in the garden before +to-day. [<i>Raising her voice but a very little.</i>] Can you hear +me, Abud?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>No reply comes.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Evidently not. There's brains shown in a +trifle.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Does your arm pain you so much?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Sarah, this man that you're fond of and that's +not your husband is not by any chance Lord John Carp?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Nothing would surprise me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> You are witty . . but a little young to be so +hard.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Keep to your innocent thoughts.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I must study politics.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> We'll stop talking of this.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> No . . let me listen . . quite quietly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Let her listen . . she's going to be married.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Good luck, Ann.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I have great hopes of Ann.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I hope she may be heartless. To be heartless +is to be quite safe.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Now we detect a taste of sour grapes in your +mouth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Butter and eggs.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> We must all start early in the morning. +Sarah will take you, Ann, round the Brighton shops . . +fine shops. You shall have the money. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I will not come with you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Vexedly.</i>] How absurd . . how ridiculous . . +to persist in your silly sentiment.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Her voice rising.</i>] I'm tired of that world . . +which goes on and on, and there's no dying . . . one grows +into a ghost . . visible . . then invisible. I'm glad +paint has gone out of fashion. . . the painted ghosts were +very ill to see.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> D'ye scoff at civilisation?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Look ahead for me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Banished to a hole in the damned provinces! +But you're young yet, you're charming . . you're the wife +. . and the honest wife of one of the country's best men. +My head aches. D'ye despise good fortune's gifts? Keep as +straight in your place in the world as you can. A monthly +packet of books to Yorkshire . . no . . you never were +fond of reading. Ye'd play patience . . cultivate chess +problems . . kill yourself!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> When one world fails take another.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> You have no more right to commit suicide +than to desert the society you were born into. My head +aches.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> George is happy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> D'ye dare to think so?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> No. . it's a horrible marriage.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> He's losing refinement . . mark me . . he no +longer polishes his nails.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> But there are the children now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> You never have wanted children.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I don't want a little child.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> She to be Lady Leete . . someday . . soon! +What has he done for his family?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I'll come with you. You are clever, Papa. +And I know just what to say to Charles.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>With a curious change of tone.</i>] If you +study anatomy you'll find that the brain, as it works, +pressing forward the eyes . . thought is painful. Never +be defeated. Chapter the latest . . the tickling of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> +Carp. And my throat is dry . . shall I drink that water?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> No, I wouldn't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Not out of my hand?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Speaking in a strange quiet voice, after her long +silence.</i>] I will not come to Brighton with you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Very dry!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> You must go back, Sally.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>As he looks at her, standing stiffly.</i>] Now +what is Ann's height . . five feet . . ?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Sally must go back, for she belongs to it . . but +I'll stay here where I belong.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> You've spoken three times and the words +are jumbling in at my ears meaninglessly. I certainly +took too much wine at dinner . . or else. . . Yes . . Sally +goes back. . and you'll go forward. Who stays here? +Don't burlesque your sister. What's in the air . . what +disease is this?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I mean to disobey you . . to stay here . . never +to be unhappy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> So pleased!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I want to be an ordinary woman . . not clever . . +not fortunate.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I can't hear.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Not clever. I don't believe in you, Papa.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I exist . . I'm very sorry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I won't be married to any man. I refuse to be +tempted . . I won't see him again.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Yes. It's raining.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Raining!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Don't you stop it raining.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>In the same level tones, to her sister now, who +otherwise would turn, alarmed, to their father.</i>] And I +curse you . . because, we being sisters, I suppose I am +much what you were, about to be married; and I think, +Sally, you'd have cursed your present self. I could<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> +become all that you are and more . . but I don't +choose.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Ann, what is to become of you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Big drops . . big drops!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At this moment</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>is passing towards the house, +his work finished</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> John Abud . . you mean to marry. When you +marry . . will you marry me?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>A blank silence, into which breaks</i> <span class="smcap">carnaby's</span> <i>sick +voice</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Take me indoors. I heard you ask the +gardener to marry you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I asked him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I heard you say that you asked him. Take +me in . . but not out of the rain.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Look . . he's straight-limbed and clear eyed . . +and I'm a woman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Ann, are you mad?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> If we two were alone here in this garden and +everyone else in the world were dead . . what would you +answer?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> [<i>Still amazed.</i>] Why . . yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Then that's settled . . pellucid.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He attempts to rise, but staggers backwards and +forwards.</i> <span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>goes to him alarmed</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Papa! . . there's no rain yet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Hush, I'm dead.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Her nerves failing her.</i>] Oh . . oh . . oh . . !</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Abud, don't ever speak of this.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> No, my lady.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>With a final effort.</i>] I mean it all. Wait three +months.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Help me up steps . . son-in-law.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">carnaby</span> <i>has started to grope his way indoors. +But he reels and falls helpless.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I'll carry him.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Throwing down his tools</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>lifts the frail sick man +and carries him towards the house</i>. <span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>follows</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Sobbing a little, and weary.</i>] Such a long day it +has been . . now ending.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She follows too.</i></p></blockquote> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_FOURTH_ACT" id="THE_FOURTH_ACT"></a>THE FOURTH ACT</h3> + +<br /> + +<p><i>The hall at Markswayde is square; in decoration strictly +eighteenth century. The floor polished. Then comes six +feet of soberly painted wainscot and above the greenish blue +and yellowish green wall painted into panels. At intervals +are low relief pilasters; the capitals of these are gilded. +The ceiling is white and in the centre of it there is a frosted +glass dome through which a dull light struggles. Two sides +only of the hall are seen.</i></p> + +<p><i>In the corner is a hat stand and on it are many cloaks +and hats and beneath it several pairs of very muddy boots.</i></p> + +<p><i>In the middle of the left hand wall are the double doors +of the dining-room led up to by three or four stairs with +balusters, and on either side standing against the wall long, +formal, straight backed sofas.</i></p> + +<p><i>In the middle of the right hand wall is the front door; +glass double doors can be seen and there is evidently a porch +beyond. On the left of the front door a small window. On +the right a large fireplace, in which a large fire is roaring. +Over the front door, a clock (the hands pointing to half-past +one.) Over the fireplace a family portrait (temp. Queen +Anne) below this a blunderbuss and several horse-pistols. +Above the sofa full-length family portraits (temp. George I.) +Before the front door a wooden screen, of lighter wood than +the wainscot, and in the middle of it a small glass panel. +Before this a heavy square table on which are whips and +sticks, a hat or two and brushes; by the table a wooden chair. +On either side the fire stand tall closed-in armchairs, and +between the fireplace and the door a smaller red-baize screen.</i></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>When the dining-room doors are thrown open another +wooden screen is to be seen.</i></p> + +<p><i>There are a few rugs on the floor, formally arranged.</i></p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie</span> <i>stands in the middle of the hall, holding +out a woman's brown cloak: she drops one side to +fetch out her handkerchief and apply it to her eye</i>. +<span class="smcap">dimmuck</span> <i>comes in by the front door, which he +carefully closes behind him. He is wrapped in a +hooded cloak and carries a pair of boots and a newspaper. +The boots he arranges to warm before the +fire. Then he spreads the Chronicle newspaper +upon the arm of a chair, then takes off his cloak and +hangs it upon a peg close to the door.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> Mrs. Opie . . will you look to its not +scorching?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie</span> <i>still mops her eyes</i>. <span class="smcap">dimmuck</span> <i>goes +towards the dining-room door, but turns</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> Will you kindly see that the <i>Chronicle</i> +newspaper does not burn?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> I was crying.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> I leave this tomorrow sennight . . thankful, +ma'am, to have given notice in a dignified manner.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> I understand . . Those persons at table . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> You give notice.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> Mr. Dimmuck, this is my home.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lord arthur carp</span> <i>comes out of the dining-room. +He is a thinner and more earnest-looking edition of +his brother</i>. <span class="smcap">mrs. opie</span> <i>turns a chair and hangs +the cloak to warm before the fire, and then goes +into the dining-room</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> My chaise round?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> I've but just ordered it, my lord. Your +lordship's man has give me your boots.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Does it snow?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> Rather rain than snow.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lord arthur</span> <i>takes up the newspaper</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> Yesterday's, my lord.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> I've seen it. The mails don't hurry +hereabouts. Can I be in London by the morning?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> I should say you might be, my lord.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lord arthur</span> <i>sits by the fire, while</i> <span class="smcap">dimmuck</span> <i>takes +off his pumps and starts to put on his boots</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Is this a horse called "Ronald?"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> Which horse, my lord?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Which I'm to take back with me . . my +brother left here. I brought the mare he borrowed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> I remember, my lord. I'll enquire.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Tell Parker . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> Your lordship's man?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> . . he'd better ride the beast.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>comes out of the dining-room. He stands +up; one boot, one shoe.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Please put on the other.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Thank you . . I am in haste.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> To depart before the bride's departure.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Does the bride go with the bridegroom?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> She goes away.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> I shall never see such a thing again.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I think this entertainment is unique.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Any commissions in town?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Why can't you stay to travel with us tomorrow +and talk business to Papa by the way?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">dimmuck</span> <i>carrying the pumps and after putting on +his cloak goes out through the front door. When it is +closed, her voice changes.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Why . . Arthur?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He does not answer. Then</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. opie</span> <i>comes out +of the dining-room to fetch the cloak. The two, +with an effort, reconstruct their casual disjointed +conversation.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> . . Before the bride's departure?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Does the bride go away with the +bridegroom?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> She goes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> I shall never see such an entertainment +again.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> We are quite unique.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Any commissions in town?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Is she to go soon too, Mrs. Opie?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> It is arranged they are to walk . . in +this weather . . ten miles . . to the house.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Cottage.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> Hut.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie</span> <i>takes the cloak into the dining-room. +Then</i> <span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>comes a little towards</i> <span class="smcap">lord arthur</span>, +<i>but waits for him to speak</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> [<i>A little awkwardly.</i>] You are not +looking well.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> To our memory . . and beyond your little +chat with my husband about me . . I want to speak +an epitaph.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Charlie Cottesham behaved most honourably.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> And I think you did. Why have you not let +me tell you so in your ear till now, to-day?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Sarah . . we had a narrow escape +from. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> How's your wife?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Well . . thank you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Nervous, surely, at your travelling in winter?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> I was so glad to receive a casual +invitation from you and to come . . casually.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Fifty miles.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Your father has been ill?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Very ill through the autumn.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Do you think he suspects us?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I shouldn't care to peep into Papa's innermost +mind. You are to be very useful to him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Then he'll go back to the government.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> If he pleases . . if they please . . if +you please.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I am not going back to my husband. Arthur +. . be useful to him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> No . . you are not coming to me. +Always your father! [<i>After a moment.</i>] It was my little +home in the country somehow said aloud you didn't care +for me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I fooled you to small purpose.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> I wish you had once made friends with +my wife.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> If we . . this house I'm speaking of . . had +made friends where we've only made tools and fools +we shouldn't now be cursed as we are . . all. George, +who is a cork, trying to sink socially. Ann is mad . . and +a runaway.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Sarah, I've been devilish fond of you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Be useful to Papa. [<i>He shakes his head, +obstinately.</i>] Praise me a little. Haven't I worked my +best for my family?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Suppose I could be useful to him now, +would you, in spite of all, come to me . . no half measures?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Arthur . . [<i>He makes a little passionate +movement towards her, but she is cold.</i>] It's time for me to +vanish from this world, because I've nothing left to sell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> I can't help him. I don't want you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He turns away.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I feel I've done my best.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Keep your father quiet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I mean to leave him.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> What does he say to that?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I've not yet told him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> What happens?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> To sell my jewels . . spoils of a ten years' war. +Three thousand pound . . how much a year?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> I'll buy them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> And return them? You have almost the right +to make such a suggestion.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Stick to your father. He'll care +for you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> No . . we all pride ourselves on our lack of +sentiment.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> You must take money from your husband.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> I have earned that and spent it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> [<i>Yielding once again to temptation.</i>] +I'm devilish fond of you . . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At that moment</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>comes out of the dining-room. +He is dressed in his best.</i> <span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>responds readily +to the interruption</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> And you must give my kindest compliments +to Lady Arthur and my . . affectionately . . to the +children and I'll let Papa know that you're going.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Letters under cover to your father?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Papa will stay in town through the session of +course . . but they all tell me that seventy-five pounds +a year is a comfortable income in . . Timbuctoo.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She goes into the dining-room.</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>has selected +his boots from the corner and now stands with them +in his hand looking rather helpless. After a moment</i>—</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> I congratulate you, Mr. Abud.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> My lord . . I can't speak of myself.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">carnaby</span> <i>comes out of the dining-room. He is +evidently by no means recovered from his illness. He +stands for a moment with an ironical eye on</i> <span class="smcap">john abud</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Son-in-law.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I'm told to get on my boots, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Allow me to assist you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I couldn't, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Désolé!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Then he passes on.</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>sits on the sofa, furtively +puts on his boots and afterwards puts his shoes in +his pockets</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> You were so busy drinking health to +the two fat farmers that I wouldn't interrupt you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Good-bye. Describe all this to your brother +John.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> So confirmed a bachelor!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Please say that we missed him.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lord arthur</span> <i>hands him the newspaper</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> I've out-raced your <i>Chronicle</i> from +London by some hours. There's a paragraph . . second +column . . near the bottom.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Looking at it blindly.</i>] They print villainously +now-a-days.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Inspired.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I trust his grace is well?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Gouty.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Now doesn't the social aspect of this case +interest you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> I object to feeding with the lower classes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> There's pride! How useful to note their +simple manners! From the meeting of extremes new ideas +spring . . new life.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Take that for a new social-political +creed, Mr. Leete.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Do I lack one?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Please make my adieux to the bride.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Appropriate . . . 'à Dieu' . . she enters +Nature's cloister. My epigram.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> But . . good heavens . . are we to +choose to be toiling animals?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> To be such is my daughter's ambition.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> You have not read that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Giving back the paper, vexedly.</i>] I can't +see.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> "The Right Honourable Carnaby Leete +is, we are glad to hear, completely recovered and will +return to town for the opening of Session."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I mentioned it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> "We understand that although there +has been no reconciliation with the Government it is quite +untrue that this gentleman will in any way resume his connection +with the Opposition."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Inspired?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> I am here from my father to answer +any questions.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>With some dignity and the touch of a threat.</i>] +Not now, my lord.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">dimmuck</span> <i>comes in at the front door</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> The chaise, my lord.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I will conduct you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Please don't risk exposure.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Nay, I insist.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lord arthur.</span> Health and happiness to you both, +Mr. Abud.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lord arthur</span> <i>goes out, followed by</i> <span class="smcap">carnaby</span>, <i>followed +by</i> <span class="smcap">dimmuck</span>. <i>At that moment</i> <span class="smcap">mr. smallpeice</span> +<i>skips excitedly out of the dining-room. A +ferret-like little lawyer</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. smallpeice.</span> Oh . . where is Mr. Leete?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Not seeing him</i> <span class="smcap">mr. smallpeice</span> <i>skips as excitedly +back into the dining-room</i>. <span class="smcap">dimmuck</span> <i>returns +and hangs up his cloak then goes towards</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span>, +<i>whom he surveys</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dimmuck.</span> Sir!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>With which insult he starts for the dining-room +reaching the door just in time to hold it open for</i> <span class="smcap">sir +george leete</span> <i>who comes out. He surveys</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span> +<i>for a moment, then explodes</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> Damn you . . stand in the presence +of your grandfather-in-law.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>stands up</i>. <span class="smcap">carnaby</span> <i>returns coughing, and</i> +<span class="smcap">sir george</span> <i>looks him up and down</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> I shall attend your funeral.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> My daughter Sarah still needs me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> I wonder at you, my son.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Have you any money to spare?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> For Sarah, my housekeeper; I foresee a busy +session.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>is now gingerly walking up the stairs</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> Carnaby . . look at that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Sound in wind and limb. Tread boldly, +son-in-law.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>turns, stands awkwardly for a moment and +then goes into the dining-room</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> [<i>Relapsing into a pinch of snuff.</i>] +I'm calm.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Regard this marriage with a wise eye . . as +an amusing little episode.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> Do you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> And forget its oddity. Now that the +humiliation is irrevocable, is it a personal grievance to you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> Give me a dinner a day for the +rest of my life and I'll be content.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Lately, one by one, opinions and desires +have been failing me . . a flicker and then extinction. +I shall shortly attain to being a most able critic upon life.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> Shall I tell you again? You came<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span> +into this world without a conscience. That explains +you and it's all that does. That such a damnable coupling +as this should be permitted by God Almighty . . or that +the law shouldn't interfere! I've said my say.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mr. smallpeice</span> <i>again comes out of the dining-room</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. smallpeice.</span> Mr. Leete.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Ironically polite.</i>] Mr. Smallpeice.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. smallpeice.</span> Mr. Crowe is proposing your +health.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe</span> <i>comes out</i>. <i>A crop-headed beefy-looking +farmer of sixty.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> Was.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> There's a good enemy!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> Get out of my road . . lawyer Smallpeice.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Leave enough of him living to attend to my +business.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. smallpeice.</span> [<i>wriggling a bow at</i> <span class="smcap">carnaby</span>.] Oh . . +dear sir!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> [<i>Disgustedly to</i> <span class="smcap">mr. smallpeice</span>.] +You!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. smallpeice.</span> Employed in a small matter . . as +yet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">crowe</span>.] I hope you spoke your mind +of me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> Not behind your back, sir.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. george leete</span> <i>leads</i> <span class="smcap">lady leete</span> <i>from the +dining-room</i>. <span class="smcap">lady leete</span> <i>is a very old, blind and +decrepit woman</i>. <span class="smcap">dolly</span> <i>is a buxom young mother; +whose attire borders on the gaudy</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>With some tenderness.</i>] Well . . Mother . . +dear?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> [<i>Bumptiously to</i> <span class="smcap">sir george leete</span>.] Did +my speech offend you, my lord?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> [<i>Sulkily.</i>] I'm a baronet.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady leete.</span> Who's this here?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Carnaby.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dolly.</span> Step down . . grandmother.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady leete.</span> Who did ye say you were?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dolly.</span> Mrs. George Leete.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady leete.</span> Take me to the fire-side.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>So</i> <span class="smcap">carnaby</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">dolly</span> <i>lead her slowly to a chair +by the fire where they carefully bestow her</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. smallpeice.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">farmer crowe</span>.] He's leaving +Markswayde, you know . . and me agent.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady leete.</span> [<i>Suddenly bethinking her.</i>] Grace was +not said. Fetch my chaplain . . at once.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. smallpeice.</span> I will run.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He runs into the dining-room.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">dolly.</span> [<i>Calling after with her country accent.</i>] Not +parson Remnant . . t'other one.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady leete.</span> [<i>Demanding.</i>] Snuff.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>To his father.</i>] Sir . . my hand is a little +unsteady.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">sir george</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">carnaby</span> <i>between them give</i> <span class="smcap">lady +leete</span> <i>her snuff</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> Dolly . . ought those children to be +left so long?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dolly.</span> All right, father . . I have a maid.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lady leete</span> <i>sneezes</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> She'll do that once too often altogether.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady leete.</span> I'm cold.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dolly.</span> I'm cold . . I lack my shawl.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">crowe.</span> Call out to your man for it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dolly.</span> [<i>Going to the dining-room door.</i>] Will a +gentleman please ask Mr. George Leete for my Cache-y-mire +shawl?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">carnaby</span>.] And I drank to the +health of our grandson.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Now suppose George were to assume your +name, Mr. Crowe?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mr. tozer</span> <i>comes out of the dining-room. Of the +worst type of eighteenth century parson, for which +one may see Hogarth's 'Harlot's Progress.' He is +very drunk.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> [<i>In his wife's ear.</i>] Tozer!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady leete.</span> When . . why!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> To say grace.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lady leete</span> <i>folds her withered hands</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tozer.</span> [<i>through his hiccoughs.</i>] Damn you all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady leete.</span> [<i>Reverently, thinking it is said.</i>] Amen.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tozer.</span> Only my joke.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Rising to the height of the occasion.</i>] Mr. +Tozer, I am indeed glad to see you, upon this occasion so +delightfully drunk.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tozer.</span> Always a gen'elman . . by nature.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> Lie down . . you dog.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george</span> <i>comes out carrying the cashmere shawl</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>To his father.</i>] Dolly wants her father to +rent Markswayde, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> Not me, my son. You're to be a +farmer-baronet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george.</span> Curse your impudence!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> My one regret in dying would be to miss +seeing him so.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george</span> <i>goes back into the dining-room</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> I am tickled to think that the man marrying +your daughter wasn't good enough for mine.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> And yet at fisticuffs, I'd back John Abud +against our son George.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant</span> <i>has come out of the dining-room</i>. +<span class="smcap">tozer</span> <i>has stumbled towards him and is wagging +an argumentative finger</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tozer.</span> . . Marriage means enjoyment!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> [<i>Controlling his indignation.</i>] I repeat +that I have found in my own copy of the prayer book +no insistence upon a romantic passion.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tozer.</span> My 'terpretation of God's word is 'bove +criticism.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mr. tozer</span> <i>reaches the door and falls into the dining-room</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Weakly to</i> <span class="smcap">dr. remnant</span>.] Give me your +arm for a moment.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> I think Lady Cottesham has Mrs. +John Abud prepared to start, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> I trust Ann will take no chill walking through +the mud.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> Won't you sit down, sir?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> No.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>For some moments</i> <span class="smcap">crowe</span> <i>has been staring indignantly +at</i> <span class="smcap">sir george</span>. <i>Now he breaks out.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> The front door of this mansion is opened +to a common gardener and only then to me and mine!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> [<i>Virulently.</i>] Damn you and yours +and damn them . . and damn you again for the worse +disgrace.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> Damn <i>you</i>, sir . . have you paid him +to marry the girl?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He turns away, purple faced and</i> <span class="smcap">sir george</span> <i>chokes +impotently</i>. <span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">mr. prestige</span> <i>come out +talking. He is younger and less assertive than</i> +<span class="smcap">farmer crowe</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. prestige.</span> [<i>Pathetically.</i>] All our family always +has got drunk at weddings.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> [<i>In remonstrance.</i>] Please, uncle.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Mr. Crowe . . I have been much to blame +for not seeking you sooner.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> [<i>Mollified.</i>] Shake hands.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Offering his with some difficulty.</i>] My arm<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> +is stiff . . from an accident. This is a maid's marriage, +I assure you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. prestige.</span> [<i>Open mouthed to</i> <span class="smcap">dr. remnant</span>.] One +<b>could</b> hang bacon here!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dolly.</span> [<i>Very high and mighty.</i>] The family don't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>To his father.</i>] And won't you apologise +for your remarks to Mr. Crowe, sir?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady leete.</span> [<i>Demanding.</i>] Snuff!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> And your box to my mother, sir.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">sir george</span> <i>attends to his wife</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">dolly.</span> [<i>Anxiously to</i> <span class="smcap">dr. remnant</span>.] Can a gentleman +change his name?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> Parson . . once noble always noble, +I take it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> Certainly . . but I hope you have money +to leave them, Mr. Crowe.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dolly.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span>.] John.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Dorothy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dolly.</span> You've not seen my babies yet.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lady leete</span> <i>sneezes</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> Carnaby . . d'ye intend to murder +that Crowe fellow . . or must I?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mr. smallpeice</span> <i>skips from the dining-room</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. smallpeice.</span> Mr. John Abud . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">dr. remnant</span> <i>as he nods towards</i> +<span class="smcap">carnaby</span>.] Don't tell me he's got over that fever yet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. smallpeice.</span> . . The ladies say . . are you ready +or are you not?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. prestige.</span> I'll get thy cloak, John.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mr. prestige</span> <i>goes for the cloak</i>. <span class="smcap">carnaby</span> <i>has +taken a pistol from the mantel-piece and now points +it at</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> He's fit for heaven!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george leete</span> <i>comes from the dining-room and +noticing his father's action says sharply</i> . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> I suppose you know that pistol's loaded.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Which calls everyone's attention.</i> <span class="smcap">dolly</span> <i>shrieks</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> What if there had been an accident!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>And he puts back the pistol.</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>takes his cloak +from</i> <span class="smcap">prestige</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Thank you, uncle.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. prestige.</span> I'm a proud man. Mr. Crowe . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Pride!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>Has a sudden inspiration and strides up to</i> +<span class="smcap">abud</span>.] Here ends the joke, my good fellow. Be off +without your wife.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>stares, as do the others. Only</i> <span class="smcap">carnaby</span> +<i>suddenly catches</i> <span class="smcap">remnant's</span> <i>arm</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. prestige.</span> [<i>Solemnly.</i>] But it's illegal to separate +them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>Giving up.</i>] Mr. Prestige . . you are the +backbone of England.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">remnant</span>.] Where are your miracles?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. prestige</span> <i>comes out. A motherly farmer's +wife, a mountain of a woman.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. prestige.</span> John . . kiss your aunt.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>goes to her, and she obliterates him in an +embrace</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>To his father.</i>] Sense of humour . . Sense +of humour!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady leete.</span> Snuff.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>But no one heeds her this time.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> It doesn't matter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> Smile. Let's be helpless gracefully.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> There are moments when I'm not sure.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> It's her own life.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">tozer</span> <i>staggers from the dining-room drunker than +ever. He falls against the baluster and waves his +arms.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tozer.</span> Silence there for the corpse!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> You beast!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tozer.</span> Respect my cloth . . Mr. Prestige.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> That's not my name.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tozer.</span> I'll have you to know that I'm Sir George +Leete's baronet's most boon companion and her la'ship +never goes nowhere without me. [<i>He subsides into a chair.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady leete.</span> [<i>Tearfully.</i>] Snuff.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>From the dining-room comes</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span>; <i>her head bent. +She is crossing the hall when</i> <span class="smcap">sarah</span> <i>follows, +calling her</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> Ann!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">ann</span> <i>turns back to kiss her. The rest of the company +stand gazing.</i> <span class="smcap">sir george</span> <i>gives snuff to</i> <span class="smcap">lady +leete</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Good-bye, Sally.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>In a whisper.</i>] Forget us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>Relieving his feelings.</i>] Good-bye, everybody +. . good-bye, everything.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>goes to the front door and opening it stands +waiting for her. She goes coldly, but timidly to her +father, to whom she puts her face up to be kissed.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Good-bye, Papa.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>Quietly, as he kisses her cheek.</i>] I can do +without you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> [<i>Raging at the draught.</i>] Shut +that door.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'm gone.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She goes with her husband.</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. opie</span> <i>comes +hurriedly out of the dining-room, too late</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> Oh!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> Run . . Mrs. Opie.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> There has started the new century!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie</span> <i>opens the front door to look after them</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george leete.</span> [<i>With double energy.</i>] Shut that +door.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lady leete</span> <i>sneezes and then chokes. There is much +commotion in her neighbourhood.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">sir george.</span> Now she's hurt again.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dolly.</span> Water!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> Brandy!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">sarah.</span> [<i>Going.</i>] I'll fetch both.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> We must all die . . some day.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. tozer.</span> [<i>Who has struggled up to see what is the +matter.</i>] And go to—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">dr. remnant.</span> Hell. You do believe in that, Mr. +Toper.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> [<i>Fanning the poor old lady.</i>] She's better.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> [<i>To his guests.</i>] Gentlemen . . punch.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">prestige</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">smallpeice</span>; <span class="smcap">mrs. prestige</span>, <span class="smcap">george</span> +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">dolly</span> <i>move towards the dining-room</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. prestige.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">smallpeice</span>.] You owe all this +to me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. crowe.</span> Dolly . . I'm going.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. prestige.</span> [<i>To her husband as she nods towards</i> +<span class="smcap">carnaby</span>.] Nathaniel . . look at 'im.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">george.</span> [<i>To his father-in-law.</i>] Must we come too?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. prestige.</span> [<i>As before.</i>] I can't help it . . a +sneerin' carpin' cavillin' devil!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. opie.</span> Markswayde is to let . . as I hear . . Mr. +Leete?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">carnaby.</span> Markswayde is to let.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He goes on his way to the dining-room meeting</i> <span class="smcap">sarah</span> +<i>who comes out carrying a glass of water and a decanter +of brandy</i>. <span class="smcap">sir george leete</span> <i>is comfortably +warming himself at the fire</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<br /> +<p class="center">* * * * * * * * * * * *</p> +<br /> + +<p class="direct1"><i>The living room of</i> <span class="smcap">john abud's</span> <i>new cottage has bare +plaster walls and its ceilings and floor are of red</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span> +<i>brick; all fresh looking but not new. In the middle +of the middle wall there is a latticed window, dimity +curtained; upon the plain shelf in front are several +flower-pots.</i></p> + +<p class="direct1"><i>To the right of this, a door, cross beamed and with a large +lock to it besides the latch.</i></p> + +<p class="direct1"><i>Against the right hand wall, is a dresser, furnished with +dishes and plates: below it is a common looking +grandfather clock; below this a small door which +when opened shows winding stairs leading to the +the room above. In the left hand wall there is a +door which is almost hidden by the fireplace which +juts out below it. In the fireplace a wood fire is laid +but not lit. At right angles to this stands a heavy +oak settle opposite a plain deal table; just beyond +which is a little bench. On either side of the window +is a Windsor armchair. Between the window and +the door hangs a framed sampler.</i></p> + +<p class="direct1"><i>In the darkness the sound of the unlocking of a door +and of</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>entering is heard. He walks to the +table, strikes a light upon a tinder-box and lights a +candle which he finds there.</i> <span class="smcap">ann</span> <i>is standing in +the doorway</i>. <span class="smcap">abud</span> <i>is in stocking feet</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Don't come further. Here are your slippers.</p> + +<p class="direct1"><i>He places one of the Windsor chairs for her on which +she sits while he takes off her wet shoes and puts +on her slippers which he found on the table. +Then he takes her wet shoes to the fireplace. She +sits still. Then he goes to the door and brings in +his own boots from the little porch and puts them in +the fireplace too. Then he locks the door and hangs +up the key beside it. Then he stands looking at +her; but she does not speak, so he takes the candle, +lifts it above his head and walks to the dresser.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> [<i>Encouragingly.</i>] Our dresser . . Thomas Jupp<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> +made that. Plates and dishes. Here's Uncle Prestige's +clock.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Past seven.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> That's upstairs. Table and bench, deal. +Oak settle . . solid.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Charming.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Windsor chairs . . Mother's sampler.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Home.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Is it as you wish? I have been glad at your +not seeing it until to-night.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'm sinking into the strangeness of the place.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Very weary? It's been a long nine miles.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She does not answer. He goes and considers the +flower-pots in the window.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I still have on my cloak.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Hang it behind the door there . . no matter +if the wet drips.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> . . I can wipe up the puddle.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She hangs up her cloak. He selects a flower-pot +and brings it to her.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Hyacinth bulbs for the spring.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>After a glance.</i>] I don't want to hold them.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He puts back the pot, a little disappointed.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Out there's the scullery.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> It's very cold.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> If we light the fire now that means more trouble +in the morning.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She sits on the settle.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Yes, I am very weary.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Go to bed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Not yet. [<i>After a moment.</i>] How much light +one candle gives! Sit where I may see you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He sits on the bench. She studies him curiously.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Well . . this is an experiment.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> [<i>With reverence.</i>] God help us both.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Amen. Some people are so careful of their lives. +If we fail miserably we'll hold our tongues . . won't we?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I don't know . . I can't speak of this.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> These impossible things which are done mustn't +be talked of . . that spoils them. We don't want to boast +of this, do we?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I fancy nobody quite believes that we are +married.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Here's my ring . . real gold.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> [<i>With a sudden fierce throw up of his head.</i>] +Never you remind me of the difference between us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Don't speak to me so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Now I'm your better.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> My master . . The door's locked.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> [<i>Nodding.</i>] I know that I must be . . or be a +fool.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>After a moment.</i>] Be kind to me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> [<i>With remorse.</i>] Always I will.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> You are master here.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> And I've angered you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> And if I fail . . I'll never tell you . . to make +a fool of you. And you're trembling. [<i>She sees his hand, +which is on the table, shake.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Look at that now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Lifting her own.</i>] My white hands must redden. +No more dainty appetite . . no more pretty books.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Have you learned to scrub?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Not this floor.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Mother always did bricks with a mop. Tomorrow +I go to work. You'll be left for all day.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I must make friends with the other women around.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> My friends are very curious about you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'll wait to begin till I'm seasoned.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Four o'clock's the hour for getting up.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Early rising always was a vice of mine.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Breakfast quickly . . . and I take my dinner +with me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> In a handkerchief.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Hot supper, please.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> It shall be ready for you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>There is silence between them for a little. Then he +says timidly.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> May I come near to you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>In a low voice.</i>] Come.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He sits beside her, gazing.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Wife . . I never have kissed you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Shut your eyes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Are you afraid of me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> We're not to play such games at love.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I can't help wanting to feel very tender towards +you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Think of me . . not as a wife . . but as a +mother of your children . . if it's to be so. Treat +me so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> You are a part of me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> We must try and understand it . . as a simple +thing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> But shall I kiss you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> [<i>Lowering her head.</i>] Kiss me.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>But when he puts his arms round her she shrinks.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> But I will. It's my right.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Almost by force he kisses her. Afterwards she +clenches her hands and seems to suffer.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> Have I hurt you?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She gives him her hand with a strange little +smile.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I forgive you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> [<i>Encouraged.</i>] Ann . . we're beginning life +together.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Remember . . work's enough . . no stopping +to talk.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I'll work for you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I'll do my part . . something will come of it.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>For a moment they sit together hand in hand. Then +she leaves him and paces across the room.<br /> +There is a slight pause.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> Papa . . I said . . we've all been in too great a +hurry getting civilised. False dawn. I mean to go back.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> He laughed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> So he saw I was of no use to him and he's penniless +and he let me go. When my father dies what will +he take with him? . . . for you do take your works with +you into Heaven or Hell, I believe. Much wit. Sally is +afraid to die. Don't you aspire like George's wife. I +was afraid to live . . and now . . I am content.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She walks slowly to the window and from there +to the door against which she places her ear. Then +she looks round at her husband.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ann.</span> I can hear them chattering.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Then she goes to the little door and opens it.</i> <span class="smcap">abud</span> +<i>takes up the candle</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">abud.</span> I'll hold the light . . the stairs are steep.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He lights her up the stairs.</i></p></blockquote> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +The Voysey Inheritance +<br /><br /> +1903-5 +</p> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_VOYSEY_INHERITANCE" id="THE_VOYSEY_INHERITANCE"></a>THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE</h3> + +<br /> + +<p class="direct1"><i>The Office of Voysey and Son is in the best part of Lincoln's Inn. Its +panelled rooms give out a sense of grand-motherly comfort and security, +very grateful at first to the hesitating investor, the dubious litigant. +Mr. Voysey's own room into which he walks about twenty past ten of a +morning radiates enterprise besides. There is polish on everything; on +the windows, on the mahogany of the tidily packed writing table that +stands between them, on the brasswork of the fireplace in the other +wall, on the glass of the fire-screen which preserves only the +pleasantness of a sparkling fire, even on Mr. Voysey's hat as he takes +it off to place it on the little red curtained shelf behind the door. +Mr. Voysey is sixty or more and masterful; would obviously be master +anywhere from his own home outwards, or wreck the situation in his +attempt. Indeed there is a buccaneering air sometimes in the twist of +his glance, not altogether suitable to a family solicitor. On this +bright October morning, Peacey, the head clerk, follows just too late to +help him off with his coat, but in time to take it and hang it up with a +quite unnecessary subservience. Mr. Voysey is evidently not capable +enough to like capable men about him. Peacey, not quite removed from +Nature, has made some attempts to acquire protective colouring. A very +drunken client might mistake him for his master. His voice very easily +became a toneless echo of Mr. Voysey's; later his features caught a line +or two from that mirror of all the necessary virtues into which he was +so constantly gazing; but how his clothes even when new contrive to look</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +<i>like old ones of Mr. Voysey's is a mystery, and to his tailor a +most annoying one. And Peacey is just a respectful number of years his +master's junior. Relieved of his coat, Mr. Voysey carries to his table +the bunch of beautiful roses he is accustomed to bring to the office +three times a week and places them for a moment only near the bowl of +water there ready to receive them while he takes up his letters. These +lie ready too, opened mostly, one or two private ones left closed and +discreetly separate. By this time the usual salutations have passed, +Peacey's "Good morning, sir;" Mr. Voysey's "Morning, Peacey." Then as he +gets to his letters Mr. Voysey starts his day's work.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Any news for me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> I hear bad accounts of Alguazils preferred, +sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Oh . . from whom?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Merrit and James's head clerk in the train +this morning.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> They looked all right on . . Give me +the Times. [<span class="smcap">peacey</span> <i>goes to the fireplace for the Times; +it is warming there</i>. <span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>waves a letter, then +places it on the table</i>.] Here, that's for you . . Gerrard +Cross business. Anything else?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>as he turns the Times to its Finance page.</i>] +I've made the usual notes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Thank'ee.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Young Benham isn't back yet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Mr. Edward must do as he thinks fit +about that. Alguazils, Alg—oh, yes.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He is running his eye down the columns.</i> <span class="smcap">peacey</span> +<i>leans over the letters</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> This is from Jackson, sir. Shall I take it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> From Jackson. . Yes. Alguazils. Mr. +Edward's here, I suppose.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> No, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>his eye twisting with some sharpness.</i>] +What!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>almost alarmed.</i>] I beg pardon, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Mr. Edward.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Oh, yes, sir, been in his room some time. I +thought you said Headley; he's not due back till Thursday.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>discards the Times and sits to his desk +and his letters</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Tell Mr. Edward I've come.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Yes, sir. Anything else?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Not for the moment. Cold morning, +isn't it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Quite surprising, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> We had a touch of frost down at Chislehurst.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> So early!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I want it for the celery. All right, I'll +call through about the rest of the letters.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">peacey</span> <i>goes, having secured a letter or two, and</i> <span class="smcap">mr. +voysey</span> <i>having sorted the rest (a proportion into +the waste paper basket) takes up the forgotten roses +and starts setting them into a bowl with an artistic +hand. Then his son</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>comes in</i>. <span class="smcap">mr. +voysey</span> <i>gives him one glance and goes on arranging +the roses but says cheerily</i>. .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Good morning, my dear boy.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>has little of his father in him and that little +is undermost. It is a refined face but self-consciousness +takes the place in it of imagination and in +suppressing traits of brutality in his character it +looks as if the young man had suppressed his sense +of humour too. But whether or no, that would not +be much in evidence now, for</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>is obviously +going through some experience which is scaring +him (there is no better word). He looks not to</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +<i>have slept for a night or two, and his standing there, +clutching and unclutching the bundle of papers he +carries, his eyes on his father, half appealingly but +half accusingly too, his whole being altogether so unstrung +and desperate, makes</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey's</span> <i>uninterrupted +arranging of the flowers seem very calculated +indeed. At last the little tension of silence is broken.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Father . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Well?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I'm glad to see you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>This is a statement of fact. He doesn't know that +the commonplace phrase sounds ridiculous at such +a moment.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I see you've the papers there.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> You've been through them?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> As you wished me . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Well? [<span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>doesn't answer. Reference +to the papers seems to overwhelm him with shame.</i> <span class="smcap">mr. +voysey</span> <i>goes on with cheerful impatience</i>.] Come, come, +my dear boy, you mustn't take it like this. You're puzzled +and worried, of course. But why didn't you come down +to me on Saturday night? I expected you . . I told you +to come. Then your mother was wondering, of course, +why you weren't with us for dinner yesterday.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I went through all the papers twice. I +wanted to make quite sure.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Sure of what? I told you to come +to me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>he is very near crying.</i>] Oh, father.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Now look here, Edward, I'm going to +ring and dispose of these letters. Please pull yourself +together. [<i>He pushes the little button on his table.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I didn't leave my rooms all day yesterday.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> A pleasant Sunday! You must learn +whatever the business may be to leave it behind<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +you at the Office. Why, life's not worth living else.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">peacey</span> <i>comes in to find</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>before the fire +ostentatiously warming and rubbing his hands</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p>Oh, there isn't much else, Peacey. Tell Simmons that if +he satisfies you about the details of this lease it'll be all +right. Make a note for me of Mr. Grainger's address at +Mentone. I shall have several letters to dictate to Atkinson. +I'll whistle for him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Mr. Burnett . . Burnett v Marks had just +come in, Mr. Edward.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>without turning.</i>] It's only fresh instructions. +Will you take them?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> All right.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">peacey</span> <i>goes, lifting his eyebrow at the queerness of</i> +<span class="smcap">edward's</span> <i>manner. This</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>sees, returning +to his table with a little scowl</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Now sit down. I've given you a bad +forty-eight hours, it seems. Well, I've been anxious about +you. Never mind, we'll thresh the thing out now. Go +through the two accounts. Mrs. Murberry's first . . how +do you find it stands?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>his feelings choking him.</i>] I hoped you +were playing some trick on me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Come now.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>separates the papers precisely and starts +to detail them; his voice quite toneless. Now and +then his father's sharp comments ring out in contrast.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> We've got the lease of her present house, +several agreements . . and here's her will. Here's also +a sometime expired power of attorney over her securities +and her property generally . . it was for six months.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> She was in South Africa.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Here's the Sheffield mortgage and the Henry +Smith mortgage with Banker's receipts . . hers to us for +the interest up to date . . four and a half and five per<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> +cent. Then . . Fretworthy Bonds. There's a memorandum +in your writing that they are at the Bank; but you +didn't say what Bank.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> My own . . Stukeley's.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>just dwelling on the words.</i>] Your own. I +marked that with a query. There's eight thousand five +hundred in three and a half India stock. And there are +her Banker's receipts for cheques on account of those +dividends. I presume for those dividends.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Why not?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>gravely.</i>] Because then, Father, there are +Banker's half yearly receipts for sums amounting to an +average of four hundred and twenty pounds a year. But I +find no record of any capital to produce this.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Go on. What <b>do</b> you find?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Till about three years back there seems to +have been eleven thousand in Queenslands which would +produce—did produce exactly the same sum. But after +January of that year I find no record of this.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> In fact the Queenslands are missing?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>hardly uttering the word.</i>] Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> From which you conclude?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I concluded at first that you had not handed +me all the papers connected with——</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Since Mrs. Murberry evidently gets +another four twenty a year somehow; lucky woman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>in agony.</i>] Oh!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Well, we'll return to the good lady later. +Now let's take the other.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> The Hatherley Trust.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Quite so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with one accusing glance.</i>] Trust.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Go on.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Oh, father . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>His grief comes uppermost again and</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> +<i>meets it kindly</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I know, my dear boy. I shall have lots +to say to you. But let's get quietly through with these +details first.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>bitterly now.</i>] Oh, this is simple enough. +We're young Hatherley's only trustees till his coming of +age in about five years' time. The property was eighteen +thousand invested in Consols. Certain sums were to be +allowed for his education; these have been and are still +being paid. There is no record as to the rest of the +capital.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> None?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes . . I beg your pardon, sir. There's +a memorandum to refer to the Bletchley Land Scheme.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> That must be ten years ago. But he's +credited with the interest on his capital?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> On paper, sir. The balance was to be reinvested. +There's a partial account in your hand writing. +He's credited with the Consol interest.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Quite so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I think I've heard you say that the Bletchley +scheme paid seven and a half.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> At one time. Have you taken the +trouble to calculate what will be due from us to the +lad?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Capital and compound interest . . . about +twenty six thousand pounds.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Yes, it's a large sum. In five years' time?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> When he comes of age.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Well, that gives us, say four years and +six months in which to think about it.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>waits, hopelessly, for his father to speak +again; then says</i> . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Thank you for showing me these, sir. Shall +I put them back in your safe now?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Yes, you'd better. There's the key. +[<span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>reaches for the bunch, his face hidden</i>.] Put<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> +them down. Your hand shakes . . why, you might have +been drinking . . I'll put them away later. It's no use +having hysterics, Edward. Look the trouble in the face.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward's</span> <i>only answer is to go to the fire, as far from +his father as the room allows. And there he leans +on the mantelpiece, his shoulders heaving.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I'm sorry, my dear boy. I wouldn't +tell you if I could help it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I can't believe it. And that you should be +telling it me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Let your feelings go and get that part of +the business over. It isn't pleasant, I know. It isn't +pleasant to inflict it on you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> How I got through that outer office this +morning, I don't know. I came early but some of them +were here. Peacey came into my room, he must have +seen there was something up.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> That's no matter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>able to turn to his father again; won round +by the kind voice.</i>] How long has it been going on? Why +didn't you tell me before? Oh, I know you thought you'd +pull through; but I'm your partner . . I'm responsible +too. Oh, I don't want to shirk that . . don't think I +mean to shirk that, father. Perhaps I ought to have +discovered, but those affairs were always in your hands. +I trusted . . I beg your pardon. Oh, it's us . . not +you. Everyone has trusted us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>calmly and kindly still.</i>] You don't +seem to notice that I'm not breaking my heart like this.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> What's the extent of the mischief? When +did it begin? Father, what made you begin it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I didn't begin it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You didn't. Who then?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> My father before me. [<span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>stares</i>.] +That calms you a little.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I'm glad . . my dear father! [<i>and he puts</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> +<i>out his hand. Then just a doubt enters his mind.</i>] But +I . . it's amazing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>shaking his head.</i>] My inheritance, +Edward.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> My dear father!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I had hoped it wasn't to be yours.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> D'you mean to tell me that this sort of thing +has been going on for years? For more than thirty +years!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> That's a little difficult to understand just +at first, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>sententiously.</i>] We do what we must +in this world, Edward; I have done what I had to do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>his emotion well cooled by now.</i>] Perhaps +I'd better just listen quietly while you explain.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>concentrating.</i>] You know that I'm +heavily into Northern Electrics.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> But you don't know how heavily. When +I discovered the Municipalities were organising the purchase, +I thought of course the stock'd be up a hundred +and forty—a hundred and fifty in no time. Now Leeds +won't make up her quarrel with the other place . . there'll +be no bill brought in for ten years. I bought at ninety +five. What are they now?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Eighty eight.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Eighty seven and a half. In ten years +I may be . . ! That's why you've had to be told.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> With whose money are you so heavily into +Northern Electrics?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> The firm's money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Clients' money?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>coldly.</i>] Well . . I'm waiting for your +explanation, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> You seem to have recovered yourself +pretty much.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> No, sir, I'm trying to understand, that's all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>with a shrug.</i>] Children always think +the worst of their parents. I did of mine. It's a pity.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Go on, sir, go on. Let me know the worst.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> There's no immediate danger. I should +think anyone could see that from the state of these accounts. +There's no actual danger at all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Is that the worst?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>his anger rising.</i>] Have you studied +these two accounts or have you not?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Well, where's the deficiency in Mrs. +Murberry's income . . has she ever gone without a +shilling? What has young Hatherley lost?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> He stands to lose—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> He stands to lose nothing if I'm spared +for a little, and you will only bring a little common sense +to bear and try to understand the difficulties of my position.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Father, I'm not thinking ill of you . . that is, +I'm trying not to. But won't you explain how you're +justified—?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> In putting our affairs in order.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Are you doing that?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> What else?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>starting patiently to examine the matter.</i>] +How bad were things when you first came to control them?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Oh, I forget.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You can't forget.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Well . . pretty bad.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Do you know how it was my grandfather +began to—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Muddlement, muddlement! Then the +money went and what was he to do. He'd no capital, no +credit, and was in terror of his life. My dear Edward,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> +if I hadn't found it out, he'd have confessed to the first man +who came and asked for a balance sheet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Well, what exact sum was he to the bad then?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I forget. Several thousands.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> But surely it has not taken all these years to +pay off—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Oh, hasn't it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>making his point.</i>] But how does it happen, +sir, that such a comparatively recent trust as young Hatherley's +had been broken into?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Well, what could be safer than to use +that money? There's a Consol investment and not a sight +wanted of either capital or interest for five years.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>utterly beaten.</i>] Father, are you mad?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Certainly not. My practice is to reinvest +my clients' money when it is entirely under my control. +The difference between the income this money has to +bring to them and the income it is actually bringing to me +I utilise in my endeavour to fill up the deficit in the firm's +accounts . . in fact to try and put things straight. +Doesn't it follow that the more low interest bearing capital +I can use the better . . the less risky things I have to put +it into. Most of young Hatherley's Consol capital is out +on mortgage at four and a half and five . . safe as safe +can be.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> But he should have the benefit.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> He has the amount of his consol interest.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Are the mortgages in his name?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Some of them . . some of them. That's +a technical matter. With regard to Mrs. Murberry . . +those Fretworthy Bonds at my bank . . I've raised five +thousand on them. I can release her Bonds to-morrow +if she wants them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Where's the five thousand?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I don't know . . it was paid into my +private account. Yes, I do remember. Some of it went<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span> +to complete a purchase . . that and two thousand more +out of the Skipworth fund.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> But, my dear father—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Well?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>summing it all up very simply.</i>] It's not +right.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>considers his son for a moment with a +pitying shake of the head</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Oh . . why is it so hard for a man to see +clearly beyond the letter of the law! Will you consider +a moment, Edward, the position in which I found myself? +Was I to see my father ruined and disgraced without +lifting a finger to help him? . . not to mention the interest +of the clients. I paid back to the man who would have lost +most by my father's mistakes every penny of his money. +He never knew the danger he'd been in . . never passed +an uneasy moment about it. It was I who lay awake. +I have now somewhere a letter from that man to my father +thanking him effusively for the way in which he'd conducted +some matter. It comforted my poor father. Well, +Edward, I stepped outside the letter of the law to do that. +Was that right or wrong?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> In its result, sir, right.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Judge me by the result. I took the +risk of failure . . I should have suffered. I could have +kept clear of the danger if I'd liked.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> But that's all past. The thing that concerns +me is what you are doing now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>gently reproachful now.</i>] My boy, you +must trust me a little. It's all very well for you to come +in at the end of the day and criticise. But I who have +done the day's work know how that work had to be done. +And here's our firm, prosperous, respected and without +a stain on its honour. That's the main point, isn't it? +And I think that achievement should earn me the right +to be trusted a little . . shouldn't it?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>quite irresponsive to this pathetic appeal.</i>] +Look here, sir, I'm dismissing from my mind all prejudice +about speaking the truth . . acting upon one's instructions, +behaving as any honest firm of solicitors must behave . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> You need not, I tell no unnecessary lies. +If a man of any business ability gives me definite instructions +about his property, I follow them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Father, no unnecessary lies!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Well, my friend, go and tell Mrs. Murberry +that four hundred and twenty pounds of her income hasn't +for the last eight years come from the place she thinks it's +come from and see how happy you'll make her.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> But is that four hundred and twenty a year +as safe to come to her as it was before you meddled with +the capital?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I see no reason why—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> What's the security?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>putting his coping stone on the argument.</i>] +My financial ability.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>really not knowing whether to laugh or cry.</i>] +Why, it seems as if you were satisfied with this state of +things.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Edward, you really are most unsympathetic +and unreasonable. I give all I have to the firm's +work . . my brain . . my energies . . my whole life. +I can't turn my abilities into hard cash at par . . I wish I +could. Do you suppose that if I could establish every one +of these people with a separate and consistent bank balance +to-morrow that I shouldn't do it? Do you suppose +that it's a pleasure . . that it's relaxation to have +these matters continually on one's mind? Do you +suppose—?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>thankfully able to meet anger with anger.</i>] I +find it impossible to believe that you couldn't somehow +have put things right by now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Oh, do you? Somehow!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> In thirty years the whole system must either +have come hopelessly to grief . . or during that time there +must have been opportunities—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Well, if you're so sure, I hope that when +I'm under ground, you may find them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> And put everything right with a stroke +of the pen, if it's so easy!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> You're my partner and my son, and +you'll inherit the business.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>realizing at last that he has been led to the +edge of this abyss.</i>] Oh no, father.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Why else have I had to tell you all this?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>very simply.</i>] Father, I can't. I can't +possibly. I don't think you've any right to ask me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Why not, pray?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> It's perpetuating the dishonesty.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>hardens at the unpleasant word</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> You don't believe that I've told you the +truth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I wish to believe it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> It's no proof . . that I've earned these +twenty or thirty people their incomes for the last—how +many years?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Whether what you have done and are doing +is wrong or right . . I can't meddle in it.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>For the moment</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>looks a little dangerous</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Very well. Forget all I've said. Go +back to your room. Get back to your own mean drudgery. +My life's work—my splendid life's work—ruined! What +does that matter?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Whatever did you expect of me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>making a feint at his papers.</i>] Oh, +nothing, nothing. [<i>Then he slams them down with great +effect.</i>] Here's a great edifice built up by years of labour<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> +and devotion and self sacrifice . . a great arch you may +call it . . a bridge which is to carry our firm to safety with +honour. [<i>This variation of Disraeli passes unnoticed.</i>] My +work! And now, as I near the end of my life, it still lacks +the key-stone. Perhaps I am to die with my work just +incomplete. Then is there nothing that a son might do? +Do you think I shouldn't be proud of you, Edward . . that +I shouldn't bless you from—wherever I may be, when +you completed my life's work . . with perhaps just one +kindly thought of your father?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>In spite of this oratory, the situation is gradually +impressing</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> What will happen if I . . if I desert +you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I'll protect you as best I can.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I wasn't thinking of myself, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>with great nonchalance</i>.] Well, I shan't +mind the exposure, you know. It won't make me blush +in my coffin . . and you're not so foolish I hope as to +be thinking of the feelings of your brothers and sisters. +Considering how simple it would have been for me to go +to my grave in peace and quiet and let you discover the +whole thing afterwards, the fact that I didn't, that I have +taken some thought for the future of all of you might +perhaps have convinced you that I . . ! But there . . +consult your own safety.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>has begun to pace the room; indecision +growing upon him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> This is a queer thing to have to make up +one's mind about, isn't it, father?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>watching him closely and modulating +his voice.</i>] My dear boy, I understand the shock to your +feelings that this disclosure must have been.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes, I thought this morning that next week +would see us in the dock together.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> And I suppose if I'd broken down and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> +begged your pardon for my folly, you'd have done anything +for me, gone to prison smiling, eh?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I suppose so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Yes, it's easy enough to forgive. I'm +sorry I can't go in sack cloth and ashes to oblige you. + [<i>Now he begins to rally his son; easy in his strength.</i>] +My dear Edward, you've lived a quiet humdrum life up +to now, with your books and your philosophy and your +agnosticism and your ethics of this and your ethics of +that . . dear me, these are the sort of garden oats +which young men seem to sow now-a-days! . . and you've +never before been brought face to face with any really +vital question. Now don't make a fool of yourself just +through inexperience. Try and give your mind freely +and unprejudicedly to the consideration of this very serious +matter. I'm not angry at what you've said to me. I'm +quite willing to forget it. And it's for your own sake and +not for mine, Edward, that I do beg you to—to—to be a man +and try and take a practical common sense view of the +position you find yourself in. It's not a pleasant position +I know, but it's unavoidable.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You should have told me before you took me +into partnership. [<i>Oddly enough it is this last flicker of +rebellion which breaks down</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey's</span> <i>caution. Now +he lets fly with a vengeance.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Should I be telling you at all if I could +possibly help it? Don't I know that you're about as fit for +this job as a babe unborn? Haven't I been worrying over +that for these last three years? But I'm in a corner . . and +I won't see all this work of mine come to smash simply because +of your scruples. If you're a son of mine you'll +do as I tell you. Hadn't I the same choice to make? . . +and this is a safer game for you than it was for me then. +D'you suppose I didn't have scruples? If you run away +from this, Edward, you're a coward. My father was a +coward and he suffered for it to the end of his days. I was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> +sick-nurse to him here more than partner. Good lord! . . +of course it's pleasant and comfortable to keep within the +law . . then the law will look after you. Otherwise you +have to look pretty sharp after yourself. You have to +cultivate your own sense of right and wrong; deal your own +justice. But that makes a bigger man of you, let me tell +you. How easily . . how easily could I have walked out +of my father's office and left him to his fate; no one would +have blamed me! But I didn't. I thought it my better +duty to stay and . . yes, I say it with all reverence . . to +take up my cross. Well, I've carried that cross pretty +successfully. And what's more, it's made a happy man of +me . . a better, stronger man than skulking about in +shame and in fear of his life ever made of my poor dear +father. [<i>Relieved at having let out the truth, but doubtful +of his wisdom in doing so, he changes his tone.</i>] I don't +want what I've been saying to influence you, Edward. +You are a free agent . . and you must decide upon your +own course of action. Now don't let's discuss the matter +any more for the moment.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>looks at his father with clear eyes</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Don't forget to put these papers away.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He restores them to their bundles and hands them +back: it is his only comment.</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>takes +them and his meaning in silence</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Are you coming down to Chislehurst +soon? We've got Hugh and his wife, and Booth and Emily, +and Christopher for two or three days, till he goes back to +school.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> How is Chris?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> All right again now . . grows more like his +father. Booth's very proud of him. So am I.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I think I can't face them all just at +present.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Nonsense.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>a little wave of emotion going through him.</i>] <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> +I feel as if this thing were written on my face. How I shall +get through business I don't know!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> You're weaker than I thought, Edward.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>a little ironically.</i>] A disappointment to +you, father?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> No, no.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You should have brought one of the others +into the firm . . Trenchard or Booth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>hardening.</i>] Trenchard! [<i>he dismisses +that.</i>] Well, you're a better man than Booth. Edward, +you mustn't imagine that the whole world is standing on +its head merely because you've had an unpleasant piece +of news. You come down to Chislehurst to-night . . +well, say to-morrow night. It'll be good for you . . stop +your brooding . . that's your worst vice, Edward. You'll +find the household as if nothing had happened. Then +you'll remember that nothing really has happened. And +presently you'll get to see that nothing need happen, if +you keep your head. I remember times, when things +have seemed at their worst, what a relief it's been to me +. . my romp with you all in the nursery just before your +bed time. Do you remember?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes. I cut your head open once with that +gun.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>in a full glow of fine feeling.</i>] And, my +dear boy, if I knew that you were going to inform the +next client you met of what I've just told you . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with a shudder.</i>] Oh, father!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> . . And that I should find myself in +prison to-morrow, I wouldn't wish a single thing I've ever +done undone. I have never wilfully harmed man or +woman. My life's been a happy one. Your dear mother +has been spared to me. You're most of you good children +and a credit to what I've done for you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>the deadly humour of this too much for him.</i>] +Father!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Run along now, run along. I must +finish my letters and get into the City.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He might be scolding a schoolboy for some trifling +fault.</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>turns to have a look at the keen +unembarrassed face</i>. <span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>smiles at him +and proceeds to select from the bowl a rose for his +buttonhole</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I'll think it over, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Of course, you will. And don't brood, +Edward, don't brood.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>So</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>leaves him; and having fixed the rose to +his satisfaction, he rings his table telephone and calls +through it to the listening clerk</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p>Send Atkinson to me, please. [<i>Then he gets up, keys in +hand to lock away Mrs. Murberry's and the Hatherley +trust papers.</i>]</p> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_SECOND_ACT_VOYSEY" id="THE_SECOND_ACT_VOYSEY"></a>THE SECOND ACT</h3> + +<br /> + +<p class="direct1"><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">voysey</span> <i>dining-room at Chislehurst, when children +and grandchildren are visiting, is dining table +and very little else. And at this moment in the +evening when five or six men are sprawling back in +their chairs, and the air is clouded with smoke, it is +a very typical specimen of the middle-class English +domestic temple; the daily sacrifice consummated, the +acolytes dismissed, the women safely in the drawing +room, and the chief priests of it taking their surfeited +ease round the dessert-piled altar. It has the usual +red-papered walls, (like a refection, they are, of the +underdone beef so much consumed within them) +the usual varnished woodwork which is known +as grained oak; there is the usual, hot, mahogany +furniture; and, commanding point of the whole +room, there is the usual black-marble sarcophagus +of a fireplace. Above this hangs one of the two +or three oil paintings, which are all that break +the red pattern of the walls, the portrait painted +in 1880 of an undistinguished looking gentleman +aged sixty; he is shown sitting in a more graceful +attitude than it could ever have been comfortable +for him to assume.</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey's</span> <i>father it is, and +the brass plate at the bottom of the frame tells us +that the portrait was a presentation one. On the +mantelpiece stands, of course, a clock; at either +end a china vase filled with paper spills. And +in front of the fire,—since that is the post of vantage, +stands at this moment</i> <span class="smcap">major booth voysey</span>.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> +<i>He is the second son, of the age that it is necessary +for a Major to be, and of an appearance that many +ordinary Majors in ordinary regiments are. He +went into the army because he thought it would be +like a schoolboy's idea of it; and, being there, he +does his little all to keep it so. He stands astride, +hands in pockets, coat-tails through his arms, cigar +in mouth, moustache bristling. On either side of +him sits at the table an old gentleman; the one is</i> +<span class="smcap">mr. evan colpus</span>, <i>the vicar of their parish, the +other</i> <span class="smcap">mr. george booth</span>, <i>a friend of long standing, +and the Major's godfather. Mr. Colpus is a harmless +enough anachronism, except for the waste of £400 +a year in which his stipend involves the community. +Leaving most of his parochial work to an energetic +curate, he devotes his serious attention to the composition +of two sermons a week. They deal with the +difficulties of living the christian life as experienced +by people who have nothing else to do. Published +in series from time to time, these form suitable presents +for bedridden parishioners.</i> <span class="smcap">mr. george booth</span>, +<i>on the contrary, is as gay an old gentleman as +can be found in Chislehurst. An only son; his +father left him at the age of twenty-five a fortune of a +hundred thousand pounds (a plum, as he called it). +At the same time he had the good sense to dispose +of his father's business, into which he had been most +unwillingly introduced five years earlier, for a like +sum before he was able to depreciate its value. It +was</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey's</span> <i>invaluable assistance in this +transaction which first bound the two together in +great friendship. Since that time Mr. Booth has been +bent on nothing but enjoying himself. He has even +remained a bachelor with that object. Money has +given him all he wants, therefore he loves and reverences +money; while his imagination may be estimated</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> +<i>by the fact that he has now reached the age of sixty-five, +still possessing more of it than he knows what +to do with. At the head of the table, meditatively +cracking walnuts, sits</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span>. <i>He has his +back there to the conservatory door—you know it is +the conservatory door because there is a curtain to +pull over it, and because half of it is frosted glass +with a purple key pattern round the edge. On</i> <span class="smcap">mr. +voysey's</span> <i>left is</i> <span class="smcap">denis tregoning</span>, <i>a nice enough +young man. And at the other end of the table sits</i> +<span class="smcap">edward</span>, <i>not smoking, not talking, hardly listening, +very depressed. Behind him is the ordinary door +of the room, which leads out into the dismal draughty +hall. The Major's voice is like the sound of a +cannon through the tobacco smoke.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> Of course I'm hot and strong +for conscription . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> My dear boy, the country'd +never stand it. No Englishman—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> [<i>dropping the phrase heavily +upon the poor old gentleman.</i>] I beg your pardon. If +we . . the Army . . say to the country . . Upon our +honour conscription is necessary for your safety . . what +answer has the country? What? [<i>he pauses defiantly.</i>] +There you are . . none!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> Booth will imagine because one doesn't +argue that one has nothing to say. You ask the +country.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> Perhaps I will. Perhaps I'll +chuck the Service and go into the House. [<i>then falling +into the sing song of a favourite phrase.</i>] I'm not a conceited +man . . but I believe that if I speak out upon +a subject I understand and only upon that subject the +House will listen . . and if others followed my example +we should be a far more business-like and go-ahead +community.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He pauses for breath and</i> <span class="smcap">mr. booth</span> <i>seizes the +opportunity</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> If you think the gentlemen of +England will allow themselves to be herded with a lot +of low fellers and made to carry guns—!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> [<i>obliterating him once more.</i>] +Just one moment. Have you thought of the physical +improvement which conscription would bring about in the +manhood of the country? What England wants is Chest! +[<i>he generously inflates his own.</i>] Chest and Discipline. +I don't care how it's obtained. Why, we suffer from a +lack of it in our homes—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>with the crack of a nut.</i>] Your godson +talks a deal, don't he? You know, when Booth gets +into a club, he gets on the committee . . gets on any +committee to enquire into anything . . and then goes on +at 'em just like this. Don't you, Booth?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">booth</span> <i>knuckles under easily enough to his father's +sarcasm</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> Well, sir, people tell me I'm +a useful man on committees.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I don't doubt it . . your voice must +drown all discussion.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> You can't say I don't listen +to you, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I don't . . and I'm not blaming you. +But I must say I often think what a devil of a time the +family will have with you when I'm gone. Fortunately +for your poor mother, she's deaf.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> And wouldn't you wish me, +sir, as eldest son . . . Trenchard not counting . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>with the crack of another nut.</i>] Trenchard +not counting. By all means, bully them. Get up +your subjects a bit better, and then bully them. I don't +manage things that way myself, but I think it's your best<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span> +chance . . if there weren't other people present I'd say +your only chance, Booth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> [<i>with some discomfort.</i>] Ha! +If I were a conceited man, sir, I could trust you to take +it out of me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>as he taps</i> <span class="smcap">mr. booth</span> <i>with the nut +crackers</i>.] Help yourself, George, and drink to your +godson's health. Long may he keep his chest notes! +Never heard him on parade, have you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> I notice military men must display +themselves . . that's why Booth acts as a firescreen. I +believe that after mess that position is positively +rushed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> [<i>cheering to find an opponent +he can tackle.</i>] If you want a bit of fire, say so, you +sucking Lord Chancellor. Because I mean to allow you +to be my brother-in-law, you think you can be impertinent.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>So</i> <span class="smcap">tregoning</span> <i>moves to the fire and that changes the +conversation</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> By the bye, Vicar, you were at Lady +Mary's yesterday. Is she giving us anything towards +that window?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. colpus.</span> Five pounds more; she has promised +me five pounds.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Then how will the debt stand?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. colpus.</span> Thirty-three . . no, thirty-two pounds.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> We're a long time clearing it off.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. colpus.</span> [<i>gently querulous.</i>] Yes, now that the +window is up, people don't seem so ready to contribute +as they were.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> We must mention that to Hugh!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. colpus.</span> [<i>tactful at once.</i>] Not that the work is +not universally admired. I have heard Hugh's design +praised by quite competent judges. But certainly I feel +now it might have been wiser to have delayed the unveiling +until the money was forthcoming.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> Never deliver goods to the Church on +credit.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. colpus.</span> Eh? [<span class="smcap">tregoning</span> <i>knows he is a little +hard of hearing</i>.]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Well, as it was my wish that my son should +do the design, I suppose in the end I shall have to send you +a cheque.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> Anonymously.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. colpus.</span> Oh, that would be—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> No, why should I? Here, George Booth, +you shall halve it with me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> I'm damned if I do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. colpus.</span> [<i>proceeding, conveniently deaf.</i>] You remember +that at the meeting we had of the parents and +friends to decide on the positions of the names of the poor +fellows and the regiments and coats of arms and so on . . +when Hugh said so violently that he disapproved of the +war and made all those remarks about land-lords and +Bibles and said he thought of putting in a figure of Britannia +blushing for shame or something . . I'm beginning +to fear that may have created a bad impression.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> Why should they mind . . +what on earth does Hugh know about war? He couldn't +tell a battery horse from a bandsman. I don't pretend +to criticise art. I think the window'd be very pretty +if it wasn't so broken up into bits.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>fortified by his "damned" and +his last glass of port.</i>] These young men are so ready with +their disapproval. Criticism starts in the cradle nowadays. +When I was young, people weren't always questioning this +and questioning that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> Lack of discipline.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>hurrying on.</i>] The way a man +now even stops to think what he's eating and drinking. +And in religious matters . . Vicar, I put it to you . . +there's no uniformity at all.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. colpus.</span> Ah . . I try to keep myself free from the +disturbing influences of modern thought.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Young men must be forming +their own opinions about this and their opinions about +that. You know, Edward, you're worse even than Hugh +is.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>glancing up mildly at this sudden attack.</i>] +What have I done, Mr. Booth?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>not the readiest of men.</i>] Well . . +aren't you one of those young men who go about the +world making difficulties?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> What sort of difficulties?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>triumphantly.</i>] Just so . . I +never can make out. Surely when you're young you can +ask the advice of your elders and when you grow up you +find Laws . . lots of laws divine and human laid down for +our guidance. [<i>Well in possession of the conversation +he spreads his little self.</i>] I look back over a fairly long +life and . . perhaps I should say by Heaven's help . . I +find nothing that I can honestly reproach myself with. +And yet I don't think I ever took more than five minutes +to come to a decision upon any important point. One's +private life is, I think, one's own affair . . I should allow +no one to pry into that. But as to worldly things . . well, +I have come into several sums of money and my capital +is still intact . . ask your father. [<span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>nods +gravely</i>.] I've never robbed any man. I've never lied +over anything that mattered. As a citizen I pay my +taxes without grumbling very much. Yes, and I sent +conscience money too upon one occasion. I consider +that any man who takes the trouble can live the life of a +gentleman. [<i>and he finds that his cigar is out.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> [<i>not to be outdone by this display +of virtue.</i>] Well, I'm not a conceited man, but—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> Are you sure, Booth?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> Shut up. I was going to say<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> +when my young cub of a brother-in-law-to-be interrupted +me, that <b>Training</b>, for which we all have to be thankful +to you, Sir, has much to do with it. [<i>suddenly he pulls +his trousers against his legs.</i>] I say, I'm scorching! D'you +want another cigar, Denis?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> No, thank you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> I do.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>And he glances round, but</i> <span class="smcap">tregoning</span> <i>sees a box on +the table and reaches it. The Vicar gets up.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. colpus.</span> M-m-m-must be taking my departure.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Already!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> [<i>frowning upon the cigar box.</i>] +No, not those. Where are the Ramon Allones? What +on earth has Honor done with them?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Spare time for a chat with Mrs. Voysey +before you go. She has ideas about a children's tea fight.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. colpus.</span> Certainly I will.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> [<i>scowling helplessly around.</i>] +My goodness! . . one can never find anything in this +house.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. colpus.</span> I won't say good-bye then.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He is sliding through the half opened door when</i> +<span class="smcap">ethel</span> <i>meets him flinging it wide. She is the +younger daughter, the baby of the family, but twenty-three +now.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I say, it's cold again to-night! An ass of +an architect who built this place . . such a draught +between these two doors.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He gets up to draw the curtain. When he turns</i> +<span class="smcap">colpus</span> <i>has disappeared, while</i> <span class="smcap">ethel</span> <i>has been +followed into the room by</i> <span class="smcap">alice maitland</span>, <i>who +shuts the door after her</i>. <span class="smcap">miss alice maitland</span> <i>is a +young lady of any age to thirty. Nor need her +appearance alter for the next fifteen years; since her +nature is healthy and well-balanced. She possesses +indeed the sort of athletic chastity which is a</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> +<i>characteristic charm of Northern spinsterhood. It +mayn't be a pretty face, but it has alertness and +humour; and the resolute eyes and eyebrows are a +more innocent edition of</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span>'s, <i>who is her +uncle</i>. <span class="smcap">ethel</span> <i>goes straight to her father</i> [<i>though +her glance is on</i> <span class="smcap">denis</span> <i>and his on her</i>] <i>and chirps, +birdlike, in her spoiled-child way</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ethel.</span> We think you've stayed in here quite long enough.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> That's to say, Ethel thinks Denis has +been kept out of her pocket much too long.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ethel.</span> Ethel wants billiards . . not proper billiards . . +snooker or something. Oh, Papa, what a dessert you've +eaten. Greedy pig!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">alice</span> <i>is standing behind</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span>, <i>considering his +hair-parting apparently</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Crack me a filbert, please, Edward . . I had +none.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>jumping up, rather formally, well-mannered.</i>] +I beg your pardon, Alice. Won't you sit down?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>taking</i> <span class="smcap">ethel</span> <i>on his knee</i>.] Come here, +puss. Have you made up your mind yet what you want +for a wedding present?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ethel.</span> [<i>rectifying a stray hair in his beard.</i>] After +mature consideration, I decide on a cheque.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Do you!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ethel.</span> Yes, I think that a cheque will give most +scope to your generosity. Of course, if you desire to add +any trimmings in the shape of a piano or a Turkey carpet +you may . . and Denis and I will be very grateful. But +I think I'd let yourself go over a cheque.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> You're a minx.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ethel.</span> What is the use of having money if you don't +spend it on me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> [<i>giving up the cigar search.</i>] +Here, who's going to play?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>pathetically as he gets up.</i>] Well, +if my wrist will hold out . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">tregoning</span>.] No, don't +you bother to look for them. [<i>He strides from the room, +his voice echoing through the hall.</i>] Honor, where are +those Ramon Allones?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>calling after.</i>] She's in the drawing-room +with Auntie and Mr. Colpus.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Now I should suggest that you and Denis +go and take off the billiard table cover. You'll find +folding it up is a very excellent amusement.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He illustrates his meaning with his table napkin +and by putting together the tips of his forefingers, +roguishly.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">ethel.</span> I am not going to blush. I do kiss Denis . . +occasionally . . when he asks me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>teasing her.</i>] You are blushing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">ethel.</span> I am not. If you think we're ashamed of +being in love, we're not, we're very proud of it. We will +go and take off the billiard table cover and fold it up . . and +then you can come in and play. Denis, my dear, come +along solemnly and if you flinch I'll never forgive you. + [<i>she marches off and reaches the door before her defiant +dignity breaks down; then suddenly</i>—] Denis, I'll race +you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>And she flashes out.</i> <span class="smcap">denis</span>, <i>loyal, but with no +histrionic instincts, follows her rather sheepishly</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">denis.</span> Ethel, I can't after dinner.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Women play that game better than men. +A man shuffles through courtship with one eye on her +relations.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The Major comes stalking back, followed in a fearful +flurry by his elder sister</i>, <span class="smcap">honor</span>. <i>Poor</i> <span class="smcap">honor</span> [<i>her +female friends are apt to refer to her as Poor</i> <span class="smcap">honor</span>] +<i>is a phenomenon common to most large families. +From her earliest years she has been bottle washer to</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> +<i>her brothers. While they were expensively educated +she was grudged schooling; her highest accomplishment +was meant to be mending their clothes. Her +fate is a curious survival of the intolerance of parents +towards her sex until the vanity of their hunger for +sons had been satisfied. In a less humane society +she would have been exposed at birth. But if a very +general though patronising affection, accompanied +by no consideration at all, can bestow happiness, +<span class="smcap">honor</span> is not unhappy in her survival. At this +moment, however, her life is a burden.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> Honor, they are not in the +dining-room.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> But they must be!—Where else can they be?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She has a habit of accentuating one word in each +sentence and often the wrong one.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> That's what you ought to know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>as he moves towards the door.</i>] Well . . +will you have a game?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> I'll play you fifty up, not more. +I'm getting old.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>stopping at a dessert dish.</i>] Yes, these +are good apples of Bearman's. I think six of my trees +are spoilt this year.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Here you are, Booth.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She triumphantly discovers the discarded box, at +which the Major becomes pathetic with indignation.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> Oh, Honor, don't be such a fool. +These are what we've been smoking. I want the Ramon +Allones.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> I don't know the difference.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> No, you don't, but you might +learn.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>in a voice like the crack of a very fine +whip.</i>] Booth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> [<i>subduedly.</i>] What is it, sir?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Look for your cigars yourself. Honor, +go back to your reading and your sewing or whatever you +were fiddling at, and fiddle in peace.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>departs, leaving the room rather hushed</i>. +<span class="smcap">mr. booth</span> <i>has not waited for this parental display. +Then</i> <span class="smcap">alice</span> <i>insinuates a remark very softly</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Have you looked in the Library?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> [<i>relapsing to an injured mutter.</i>] +Where's Emily?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Upstairs with little Henry, he woke up and cried.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> Letting her wear herself to +rags over the child . . !</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Well, she won't let me go.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> Why don't you stop looking +for those cigars?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> If you don't mind, I want a reel of blue silk +now I'm here.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> I daresay they are in the Library. +What a house!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He departs.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Booth is so trying.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Honor, why do you put up with it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Someone has to.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>discreetly nibbling a nut, which</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>has +cracked for her</i>.] I'm afraid I think Master Major +Booth ought to have been taken in hand early . . with a +cane.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> [<i>as she vaguely burrows into corners.</i>] Papa +did. But it's never prevented him booming at us . . +oh, ever since he was a baby. Now he's flustered me so +I simply can't think where this blue silk is.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> All the Pettifers desired to be remembered to +you, Edward.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> I must do without it. [<i>but she goes on looking.</i>] +I think, Alice, that we're a very difficult family . . except +perhaps Edward.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Why except me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> [<i>Who has only excepted out of politeness to present +company.</i>] Well, you may be difficult . . to yourself. + [<i>Then she starts to go, threading her way through the disarranged +chairs.</i>] Mr. Colpus will shout so loud at +Mother and she hates people to think she's so very deaf. +I thought Mary Pettifer looking old . . [<i>and she talks +herself out of the room.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>after her.</i>] She's getting old.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Now</i> <span class="smcap">alice</span> <i>does sit down; as if she'd be glad of her +tête-a-tête</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> I was glad not to spend August abroad for once. +We drove into Cheltenham to a dance . . carpet. I +golfed a lot.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> How long were you with them?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Not a fortnight. It doesn't seem three months +since I was here, does it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I'm down so very little.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> I'm here a disgraceful deal.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You know they're always pleased.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Well, being a homeless person! But what a +cart-load to descend all at once . . yesterday and to-day. +The Major and Emily . . Emily's not at all well. Hugh +and Mrs. Hugh. And me. Are you staying?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> No. I must get a word with my father . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> A business life is not healthy for you, Edward. +You look more like half-baked pie-crust than usual.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>a little enviously.</i>] You're very well.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> I'm always well and nearly always happy.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">major booth</span> <i>returns. He has the right sort of +cigar in his mouth and is considerably mollified.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> You found them?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> Of course, they were there. +Thank you very much, Alice. Now I want a knife.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> I must present you with a cigar-cutter, +Booth.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> I hate 'em. [<i>he eyes the dessert +disparagingly.</i>] Nothing but silver ones.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>hands him a carefully opened pocket knife</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p>Thank you, Edward. And I must take one of the candles. +Something's gone wrong with the library ventilator and +you never can see a thing in that room.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Is Mrs. Hugh there?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> Writing letters. Things are +neglected, Edward, unless one is constantly on the look +out. The Pater only cares for his garden. I must speak +seriously to Honor.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He has returned the knife, still open, and now having +lit his cigar at the candle he carries this off.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Honor has the patience of a . . of an old maid.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Her mission in life isn't a pleasant one. [<i>He +gives her a nut, about the fifteenth.</i>] Here; 'scuse fingers.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Thank you. [<i>looking at him, with her head on +one side and her face more humorous than ever.</i>] Edward, +why have you given up proposing to me?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He starts, flushes; then won't be outdone in humour.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> One can't go on proposing for ever.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>reasonably.</i>] Why not? Have you seen anyone +you like better?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Well . . I miss it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> What satisfaction did you find in refusing +me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>as she weighs the matter.</i>] I find satisfaction +in feeling that I'm wanted.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Without any intention of giving yourself . . +throwing yourself away.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>teasing his sudden earnestness.</i>] Ah, now you +come from mere vanity to serious questions.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Mine were always serious questions to you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> That's a fault I find in you, Edward; all +questions are serious to you. I call you a perfect little<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> +pocket-guide to life . . all questions and answers; what +to eat, drink and avoid, what to believe and what to say . . +all in the same type, the same importance attached to each.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>sententiously.</i>] Well . . everything matters.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>making a face.</i>] D'you plan out every detail +of your life . . every step you take . . every mouthful?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> That would be waste of thought. One +must lay down principles.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> I prefer my plan, I always do what I know I +want to do. Crack me another nut.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Haven't you had enough?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> I <b>know</b> I want one more.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He cracks another, with a sigh which sounds ridiculous +in that connection.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Well, if you've never had to decide anything +very serious . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>With great gravity.</i>] Everything's serious.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Everything isn't vital.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>skilfully manœvring the subject.</i>] I've answered +vital questions. I knew that I didn't want to marry +you . . each time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Oh, then you didn't just make a rule of +saying no.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> As you proposed . . on principle? No, I +always gave you a fair chance. I'll give you one now if +you like.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He rouses himself to play up to this outrageous piece +of flirting.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I'm not to be caught.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Edward, how rude you are. [<i>She eats her nut +contentedly.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Do other men propose to you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Such a thing may have happened . . when +I was young. Perhaps it might even now if I were to +allow it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You encourage me shamelessly.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> It isn't everyone who proposes on principle. +As a rule a man does it because he can't help himself. +And then to be said no to . . hurts.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>They are interrupted by the sudden appearance of</i> +<span class="smcap">mrs. hugh voysey</span>, <i>a brisk, bright little woman, +in an evening gown, which she has bullied a cheap +dressmaker into making look exceedingly smart</i>. +<span class="smcap">beatrice</span> <i>is as hard as nails and as clever as paint. +But if she keeps her feelings buried pretty deep it is +because they are precious to her; and if she is impatient +with fools it is because her own brains have +had to win her everything in the world, so perhaps +she does overvalue them a little. She speaks always +with great decision and little effort.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> I believe I could write important business +letters upon an island in the middle of Fleet Street. But +while Booth is poking at a ventilator with a billiard cue +. . no, I can't.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She goes to the fireplace, waving her half finished +letter.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>soothingly.</i>] Didn't you expect Hugh back to +dinner?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Not specially. . He went to rout out some +things from his studio. He'll come back in a filthy mess.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Now if you listen . . Booth doesn't enjoy making +a fuss by himself . . you'll hear him rout out +Honor.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>They listen. But what happens is that</i> <span class="smcap">booth</span> +<i>appears at the door, billiard cue in hand, and says +solemnly</i> . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">major booth voysey.</span> Edward, I wish you'd come +and have a look at this ventilator, like a good fellow.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Then he turns and goes again, obviously with the +weight of an important matter on his shoulders. +With the ghost of a smile</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>gets up and +follows him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> If I belonged to this family I should hate Booth.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>With which comment she joins</i> <span class="smcap">beatrice</span> <i>at the +fireplace</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> A good day's shopping?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> 'M. The baby bride and I bought clothes all +the morning. Then we had lunch with Denis and bought +furniture.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Nice furniture?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> It'll be very good and very new. They neither +of them know what they want. [<i>Then suddenly throwing +up her chin and exclaiming.</i>] When it's a question of +money I can understand it . . but if one can provide +for oneself or is independent why get married! Especially +having been brought up on the sheltered life principle . . +one may as well make the most of its advantages . . one +doesn't go falling in love all over the place as men seem to +. . most of them. Of course with Ethel and Denis it's +different. They've both been caught young. They're +two little birds building their nests and it's all ideal. +They'll soon forget they've ever been apart.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Now</i> <span class="smcap">honor</span> <i>flutters into the room, patient but wild +eyed</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Mother wants last week's Notes and Queries. +Have you seen it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>exasperated at the interruption.</i>] No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> It ought not to be in here. [<i>so she proceeds +to look for it.</i>] She's having a long argument with Mr. +Colpus over Oliver Cromwell's relations.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>her eyes twinkling.</i>] I thought Auntie didn't +approve of Oliver Cromwell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> She doesn't and she's trying to prove that he +was a brewer or something. I suppose someone has +taken it away.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>So she gives up the search and flutters out again.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> This is a most unrestful house.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> I once thought of putting the Voyseys<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> +into a book of mine. Then I concluded they'd be as dull +there as they are anywhere else.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> They're not duller than most other people.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> But how very dull that is!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> They're a little noisier and perhaps not quite +so well mannered. But I love them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> I don't. I should have thought Love was +just what they couldn't inspire.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Of course, Hugh is unlike any of the others.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> He has most of their bad points. I don't +love Hugh.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>her eyebrows up, though she smiles.</i>] Beatrice, +you shouldn't say so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> It sounds affected, doesn't it? Never mind; +when he dies I'll wear mourning . . but not weeds; I +bargained against that when we were engaged.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>her face growing a little thoughtful.</i>] Beatrice, +I'm going to ask questions. You were in love with Hugh +when you married him?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Well . . I married him for his money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> He hadn't much.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> I had none . . and I wanted to write books. +Yes, I loved him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> And you thought you'd be happy?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>considering carefully.</i>] No, I didn't. I +hoped he'd be happy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>a little ironical.</i>] Did you think your writing +books would make him so?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> My dear Alice, wouldn't you feel it a very +degrading thing to have your happiness depend upon +somebody else?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>after pausing to find her phrase.</i>] There's a +joy of service.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>ironical herself now.</i>] I forgot . . you've +four hundred a year?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> What has that to do with it?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>putting her case very precisely.</i>] I've had +to earn my own living, consequently there isn't one thing +in my life that I have ever done quite genuinely for its +own sake . . but always with an eye towards bread-and-butter, +pandering to the people who were to give me that. +Happiness has been my only independence.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The conservatory door opens and through it come</i> +<span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">mr. booth</span> <i>in the midst of a +discussion</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Very well, man, stick to the shares and +risk it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> No, of course, if you seriously +advise me—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I never advise greedy children; I let +'em overeat 'emselves and take the consequences—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>shaking a finger.</i>] Uncle Trench, you've +been in the garden without a hat after playing billiards +in that hot room.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> We had to give up . . my wrist +was bad. They've started pool.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Is Booth going to play?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> We left him instructing Ethel how to +hold a cue.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Perhaps I can finish my letter.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Off she goes.</i> <span class="smcap">alice</span> <i>is idly following with a little +paper her hand has fallen on behind the clock</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Don't run away, my dear.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> I'm taking this to Auntie . . Notes and Queries +. . she wants it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Damn . . this gravel's stuck +to my shoe.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> That's a new made path.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Now don't you think it's too +early to have put in those plants?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> No, we're getting frost at night +already.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> I should have kept that bed a +good ten feet further from the tree.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Nonsense, the tree's to the north of it. +This room's cold. Why don't they keep the fire up! +[<i>He proceeds to put coals on it.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> You were too hot in that billiard +room. You know, Voysey . . about those Alguazils?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>through the rattling of the coals.</i>] What?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>trying to pierce the din.</i>] Those +Alguazils.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>with surprising inconsequence points a +finger at the silk handkerchief across</i> <span class="smcap">mr. booth</span>'s +<i>shirt front</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> What d'you put your handkerchief there +for?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Measure of precau—[<i>at that +moment he sneezes.</i>] Damn it . . if you've given me a chill +dragging me round your infernal garden—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>slapping him on the back.</i>] You're an +old crock.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Well, I'll be glad of this winter +in Egypt. [<i>He returns to his subject.</i>] And if you think +seriously, that I ought to sell out of the Alguazils before +I go . . ? [<i>He looks with childlike enquiry at his friend, +who is apparently yawning slightly.</i>] Why can't you take +them in charge? . . and I'll give you a power of attorney +or whatever it is . . and you can sell out if things look bad.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At this moment</i> <span class="smcap">phoebe</span>, <i>the middle aged parlour-maid +comes in, tray in hand. Like an expert +fisherman</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>once more lets loose the thread +of the conversation</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> D'you want to clear?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">phoebe.</span> It doesn't matter, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> No, go on . . go on.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>So</i> <span class="smcap">mary</span>, <i>the young housemaid, comes in as well, +and the two start to clear the table. All of which</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span> +<i>fidgets poor</i> <span class="smcap">mr. booth</span> <i>considerably. He sits +shrivelled up in the armchair by the fire; and now</i> +<span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>attends to him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> What d'you want with high interest +at all . . you never spend half your income?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> I like to feel that my money is +doing some good in the world. These mines are very +useful things and forty two per cent is pleasing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> You're an old gambler.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>propitiatingly.</i>] Ah, but then +I've you to advise me. I always do as you tell me in the +end, now you can't deny that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> The man who don't know must trust in +the man who does! [<i>He yawns again.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>modestly insisting.</i>] There's five +thousand in Alguazils—what else could we put it into?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I can get you something at four and a half.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Oh, Lord . . that's nothing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>with a sudden serious friendliness.</i>] I +wish, my dear George, you'd invest more on your own +account. You know—what with one thing and the +other—I've got control of practically all you have in the +world. I might be playing old Harry with it for all you +know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>overflowing with confidence.</i>] My +dear feller . . if I'm satisfied! Ah, my friend, what'll +happen to your firm when you depart this life! . . not +before my time, I hope, though.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>with a little frown.</i>] What d'ye mean?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Edward's no use.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I beg your pardon . . very sound in +business.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> May be . . but I tell you he's +no use. Too many principles, as I said just now. Men +have confidence in a personality, not in principles. Where +would you be without the confidence of your clients?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>candidly.</i>] True!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> He'll never gain that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I fear you dislike Edward.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>with pleasant frankness.</i>] Yes, +I do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> That's a pity.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>with a flattering smile.</i>] Well, +he's not his father and never will be. What's the time?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>with inappropriate thoughtfulness.</i>] +Twenty to ten.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> I must be trotting.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> It's very early.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Oh, and I've not said a word +to Mrs. Voysey . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>As he goes to the door he meets</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span>, <i>who comes +in apparently looking for his father; at any rate +catches his eye immediately, while</i> <span class="smcap">mr. booth</span> <i>obliviously +continues</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Will you stroll round home with me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I can't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>mildly surprised at the short +reply.</i>] Well, good night. Good night, Edward.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He trots away.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Leave the rest of the table, Phoebe.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">phoebe.</span> Yes, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> You can come back in ten minutes.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">phoebe</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">mary</span> <i>depart and the door is closed. +Alone with his son</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>does not move; his +face grows a little keener, that's all</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Well, Edward?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>starts to move restlessly about, like a cowed +animal in a cage; silently for a moment or two. Then +when he speaks, his voice is toneless and he doesn't +look at his father.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I should like you now, sir, if you don't mind, +to drop with me all these protestations about putting the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span> +firm's affairs straight, and all your anxieties and sacrifices +to that end. I see now, of course . . what a cleverer man +than I could have seen yesterday . . that for some time, +ever since, I suppose, you recovered from the first shock +and got used to the double dealing, this hasn't been your +object at all. You've used your clients' capital to produce +your own income . . to bring us up and endow us with. +Booth's ten thousand pounds; what you are giving +Ethel on her marriage . . It's odd it never struck me +yesterday that my own pocket money as a boy was probably +withdrawn from some client's account. You've +been very generous to us all, Father. I suppose about +half the sum you've spent on us would have put things +rightfirm's affairs straight, and all your anxieties and sacrifices +to that end. I see now, of course . . what a cleverer man +than I could have seen yesterday . . that for some time, +ever since, I suppose, you recovered from the first shock +and got used to the double dealing, this hasn't been your +object at all. You've used your clients' capital to produce +your own income . . to bring us up and endow us with. +Booth's ten thousand pounds; what you are giving +Ethel on her marriage . . It's odd it never struck me +yesterday that my own pocket money as a boy was probably +withdrawn from some client's account. You've +been very generous to us all, Father. I suppose about +half the sum you've spent on us would have put things +right.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> No, it would not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>appealing for the truth.</i>] Oh . . at some +time or other!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Well, if there have been good times there +have been bad times. At present the three hundred a +year I'm to allow your sister is going to be rather a pull.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Three hundred a year . . and yet you've +never attempted to put a single account straight. Since +it isn't lunacy, sir . . I can only conclude that you enjoy +being in this position.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I have put accounts absolutely straight . . +at the winding up of a trust for instance . . at great +inconvenience too. And to all appearances they've been +above suspicion. What's the object of all this rodomontade, +Edward?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> If I'm to remain in the firm, it had better +be with a very clear understanding of things as they are.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>firmly, not too anxiously.</i>] Then you +do remain?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>in a very low voice.</i>] Yes, I remain.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>quite gravely.</i>] That's wise of you . . +I'm very glad. [<i>and he is silent for a moment.</i>] And now<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> +we needn't discuss the impractical side of it any more.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> But I want to make one condition. And I +want some information.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>his sudden cheerfulness relapsing again.</i>] +Well?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Of course no one has ever discovered . . and +no one suspects this state of things?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Peacey knows.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Peacey!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> His father found out.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Oh. Does he draw hush money?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>curling a little at the word.</i>] It is my +custom to make a little present every Christmas. Not a +cheque . . notes in an envelope. [<i>He becomes benevolent.</i>] +I don't grudge the money . . Peacey's a devoted fellow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Naturally this would be a heavily taxed +industry. [<i>then he smiles at his vision of the mild old clerk.</i>] +Peacey! There's another thing I want to ask, sir. Have +you ever under stress of circumstances done worse than +just make use of a client's capital? You boasted to me +yesterday that no one had ever suffered in pocket because +of you. Is that absolutely true?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>draws himself up, dignified and +magniloquent</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> My dear Edward, for the future my mind +is open to you, you can discover for yourself how matters +stand to-day. But I decline to gratify your curiosity +as to what is over and done with.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with entire comprehension.</i>] Thank you, +sir. The condition I wish to make is that we should +really do what we have pretended to be doing . . try and +put the accounts straight.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>with a little polite shrug.</i>] I've no doubt +you'll prove an abler man of business than I.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> One by one.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Which one will you begin with?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I shall begin, Father, by halving the salary +I draw from the firm.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I see . . Retrenchment and Reform.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> And I think you cannot give Ethel this +five thousand pounds dowry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>shortly, with one of the quick twists of +his eye.</i>] I have given my word to Denis.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> The money isn't yours to give.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>in an indignant crescendo.</i>] I should +not dream of depriving Ethel of what, as my daughter, +she has every right to expect. I am surprised at your +suggesting such a thing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>pale and firm.</i>] I'm set on this, Father.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Don't be such a fool, Edward. What +would it look like . . suddenly to refuse without +rhyme or reason? What would old Tregoning think?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>distressed.</i>] You could give them a reason.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Perhaps you'll invent one.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> If need be, Ethel should be told the truth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> What!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I know it would hurt her.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> And Denis told too, I suppose?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Father, it is my duty to do whatever is +necessary to prevent this.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> It'll be necessary to tell the nearest +policeman. It is my duty to pay no more attention +to these scruples of yours than a nurse pays to her child's +tantrums. Understand, Edward, I don't want to force +you to continue my partner. Come with me gladly or +don't come at all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>dully.</i>] It is my duty to be of what use I +can to you, sir. Father, I want to save you if I can.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He flashes into this exclamation of almost broken-hearted +affection.</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>looks at his son for a +moment and his lip quivers. Then he steels himself.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Thank you! I have saved myself quite<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span> +satisfactorily for the last thirty years, and you must +please believe that by this time I know my own business +best.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>hopelessly.</i>] Let the money come some +other way. How is your own income regulated?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I have a bank balance and a cheque book, +haven't I? I spend what I think well to spend. What's +the use of earmarking this or that as my own? You say +none of it is my own. I might say it's all my own. I think +I've earned it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>anger coming on him.</i>] That's what I can't +forgive. If you'd lived poor . . if you'd really devoted +your skill to your clients' good and not to your aggrandisement +. . then, even though things were only as they are +now, I could have been proud of you. But, Father, +own the truth to me, at least . . that's my due from you, +considering how I'm placed by all you've done. Didn't +you simply seize this opportunity as a means to your own +end, to your own enriching?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>with a sledge hammer irony.</i>] Certainly. +I sat that morning in my father's office, studying +the helmet of the policeman in the street below, and +thinking what a glorious path I had happened on to +wealth and honour and renown. [<i>Then he begins to bully</i> +<span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>in the kindliest way.</i>] My dear boy, you evidently +haven't begun to grasp the A. B. C. of my position. +What has carried me to victory? The confidence of my +clients. What has earned that confidence? A decent life, +my integrity, my brains? No, my reputation for wealth . . +that, and nothing else. Business now-a-days is run on the +lines of the confidence trick. What makes old George +Booth so glad to trust me with every penny he possesses? +Not affection . . he's never cared for anything in his +life but his collection of prints. No; he imagines that +I have as big a stake in the country, as he calls it, as he +has and he's perfectly happy.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>stupefied, helpless.</i>] So he's involved!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Of course he's involved, and he's always +after high interest too . . it's little one makes out of him. +But there's a further question here, Edward. Should I +have had confidence in myself, if I'd remained a poor man? +No, I should not. You must either be the master of +money or its servant. And if one is not opulent in one's +daily life one loses that wonderful . . financier's touch. +One must be confident oneself . . and I saw from the +first that I must inspire confidence. My whole public +and private life has tended to that. All my surroundings +. . you and your brothers and sisters that I have +brought into, and up, and put out in the world +so worthily . . you in your turn inspire confidence.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Not our worth, not our abilities, nor our +virtues, but the fact that we travel first class and ride in +hansoms.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>impatiently.</i>] Well, I haven't organised +Society upon a basis of wealth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Is every single person who trusts you involved +in your system?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> What new hole are you finding to pick +in my conduct?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> My mind travelled naturally from George +Booth with his big income to old Nursie with her savings +which she brought you to invest. You've let those be, at +least.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I never troubled to invest them . . it +wasn't worth while.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Father!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> D'you know what she brought me? . . +five hundred pounds.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> That's damnable.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Indeed. I give her seventy five pounds a +year for it. Would you like to take charge of that account, +Edward? I'll give you five hundred to invest to-morrow.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span>, <i>hopelessly beaten, falls into an almost +comic state of despair</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> My dear Father, putting every moral question +aside . . it's all very well your playing Robin Hood +in this magnificent manner; but have you given a moment's +thought to the sort of inheritance you'll be leaving me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>pleased for the first time.</i>] Ah! That is +a question you have every right to ask.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> If you died to-morrow could we pay eight +shillings in the pound . . or seventeen . . or five? Do +you know?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> And my answer is, that by your help +I have every intention, when I die, of leaving a will behind +me of property to you all running into six figures. D'you +think I've given my life and my talents to this money +making for a less result than that? I'm fond of you all . . +and I want you to be proud of me . . and I mean that +the name of Voysey shall be carried high in the world by my +children and grandchildren. Don't you be afraid, Edward. +Ah, you lack experience, my boy . . you're not full grown +yet . . your impulses are a bit chaotic. You emotionalise +over your work, and you reason about your emotions. You +must sort yourself. You must realise that money making +is one thing, and religion another, and family-life a third . . +and that if we apply our energies whole-heartedly to each +of these in turn, and realise that different laws govern +each, that there is a different end to be served, a different +ideal to be striven for in each,—</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>His coherence is saved by the sudden appearance +of his wife, who comes round the door smiling +benignly. Not in the least put out, in fact a little +relieved, he greets her with an affectionate shout, for +she is very deaf.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Hullo, Mother!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> Oh, there you are, Trench. I've been +deserted.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> George Booth gone?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> Are you talking business? Perhaps you +don't want me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> No, no . . no business.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> [<i>who has not looked for his answer.</i>] I +suppose the others are in the billiard room.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>vociferously.</i>] We're not talking business, +old lady.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I'll be off, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>genial as usual.</i>] Why don't you stay? +I'll come up with you in the morning.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> No, thank you, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Then I shall be up about noon to-morrow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Good-night, Mother.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey</span> <i>places a plump kindly hand on his +arm and looks up affectionately</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> You look tired.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> No, I'm not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> What did you say?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>too weary to repeat himself.</i>] Nothing, +Mother dear.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He kisses her cheek, while she kisses the air.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Good-night, my boy.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Then he goes.</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. voysey</span> <i>is carrying her Notes +and Queries. This is a dear old lady, looking older +too than probably she is. Placid describes her. She +has had a life of little joys and cares, has never +measured herself against the world, never even questioned +the shape and size of the little corner of it in +which she lives. She has loved an indulgent +husband and borne eight children, six of them surviving, +healthy. That is her history.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> George Booth went some time ago. He +said he thought you'd taken a chill walking round the +garden.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> I'm all right.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> D'you think you have?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>in her ear.</i>] No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> You should be careful, Trench. What +did you put on?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Nothing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> How very foolish! Let me feel your +hand. You are quite feverish.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>affectionately.</i>] You're a fuss-box, old lady.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> [<i>coquetting with him.</i>] Don't be rude, +Trench.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">honor</span> <i>descends upon them. She is well into +that nightly turmoil of putting everything and +everybody to rights which always precedes her bed-time. +She carries a shawl which she clasps round +her mother's shoulders, her mind and gaze already on +the next thing to be done.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Mother, you left your shawl in the drawing-room. +Can they finish clearing?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> [<i>arranging the folds of the shawl with real +tenderness.</i>] Now who's careless!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">phoebe</span> <i>comes into the room</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Phoebe, finish here and then you must bring +in the tray for Mr. Hugh.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> [<i>having looked at the shawl, and</i> <span class="smcap">honor</span>, +<i>and connected the matter in her mind</i>.] Thank you Honor. +You'd better look after your Father; he's been walking +round the garden without his cape.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Papa!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> Phoebe, you get that little kettle and +boil it, and brew me some hot whiskey and water. I shall +be all right.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> [<i>fluttering more than ever.</i>] I'll get it. +Where's the whiskey? And Hugh coming back at ten +o'clock with no dinner. No wonder his work goes wrong. +Here it is! Papa you do deserve to be ill.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Clasping the whiskey decanter, she is off again.</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. +voysey</span> <i>sits at the dinner table and adjusts her +spectacles. She returns to Notes and Queries, one +elbow firmly planted and her plump hand against +her plump cheek. This is her favourite attitude; +and she is apt, when reading, to soliloquise in her +deaf woman's voice. At least, whether she considers +it soliloquy or conversation, is not easy to +discover.</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>stands with his back to +the fire, grumbling and pulling faces</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> This is a very perplexing correspondence +about the Cromwell family. One can't deny the +man had good blood in him . . his grandfather Sir Henry, +his uncle Sir Oliver . . and it's difficult to discover where +the taint crept in.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. voysey.</span> There's a pain in my back. I believe +I strained myself putting in all those strawberry plants.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mary</span>, <i>the house parlour maid carries in a tray of +warmed-up dinner for</i> <span class="smcap">hugh</span> <i>and plants it on the +table</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> Yes, but then how was it he came to +disgrace himself so? I believe the family disappeared. +Regicide is a root and branch curse. You must read this +letter signed C. W. A. . . it's quite interesting. There's +a misprint in mine about the first umbrella maker . . now +where was it . . [<i>and so the dear lady will ramble on +indefinitely.</i>]</p> + + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_THIRD_ACT_VOYSEY" id="THE_THIRD_ACT_VOYSEY"></a>THE THIRD ACT</h3> + +<br /> + +<p class="direct1"><i>The dining room looks very different in the white light +of a July noon. Moreover on this particular day, +it isn't even its normal self. There is a peculiar +luncheon spread on the table. The embroidered cloth +is placed cornerwise and on it are decanters of port +and sherry; sandwiches, biscuits and an uncut cake; +two little piles of plates and one little pile of napkins. +There are no table decorations and indeed the whole +room has been made as bare and as tidy as possible. +Such preparations denote one of the recognised +English festivities, and the appearance of</i> <span class="smcap">phoebe</span>, +<i>the maid, who has just completed them, the set +solemnity of her face and the added touches of black +to her dress and cap, suggest that this is probably +a funeral. When</i> <span class="smcap">mary</span> <i>comes in the fact that she +has evidently been crying and that she decorously +does not raise her voice above an unpleasant whisper +makes it quite certain</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mary.</span> Phoebe, they're coming . . and I forgot one +of the blinds in the drawing room.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">phoebe.</span> Well, pull it up quick and make yourself +scarce. I'll open the door.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mary</span> <i>got rid of</i>, <span class="smcap">phoebe</span> <i>composes her face still more +rigorously into the aspect of formal grief and with a +touch to her apron as well goes to admit the funeral +party. The first to enter are</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. voysey</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">mr. +booth</span>, <i>she on his arm; and the fact that she is in +widow's weeds makes the occasion clear. The little +old man leads his old friend very tenderly.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Will you come in here?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> Thank you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>With great solicitude he puts her in a chair; then +takes her hand.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Now I'll intrude no longer.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> You'll take some lunch?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> Not a glass of wine?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> If there's anything I can do +just send round.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> Thank you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He reaches the door, only to be met by the Major +and his wife. He shakes hands with them both.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> My dear Emily! My dear Booth!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">emily</span> <i>is a homely, patient, pale little woman of +about thirty five. She looks smaller than usual in +her heavy black dress and is meeker than usual on an +occasion of this kind. The Major on the other hand, +though his grief is most sincere, has an irresistible +air of being responsible for, and indeed rather proud +of the whole affair.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I think it all went off as he would have +wished.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>feeling that he is called on for +praise.</i>] Great credit . . great credit.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He makes another attempt to escape and is stopped +this time by</i> <span class="smcap">trenchard voysey</span>, <i>to whom he is +extending a hand and beginning his formula. But</i> +<span class="smcap">trenchard</span> <i>speaks first</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Have you the right time?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>taken aback and fumbling for his +watch.</i>] I think so . . I make it fourteen minutes to +one. [<i>he seizes the occasion.</i>] Trenchard, as a very old +and dear friend of your father's, you won't mind me saying +how glad I was that you were present to-day. Death +closes all. Indeed . . it must be a great regret to +you that you did not see him before . . before . .</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> [<i>his cold eye freezing this little gush.</i>] I +don't think he asked for me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>stoppered.</i>] No? No! Well . . +well. . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At this third attempt to depart he actually collides +with someone in the doorway. It is</i> <span class="smcap">hugh voysey</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> My dear Hugh . . I won't intrude.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Quite determined to escape he grasps his hand, gasps +out his formula and is off.</i> <span class="smcap">trenchard</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">hugh</span>, +<i>eldest and youngest son, are as unlike each other as it +is possible for</i> <span class="smcap">voyseys</span> <i>to be, but that isn't very +unlike</i>. <span class="smcap">trenchard</span> <i>has in excelsis the cocksure +manner of the successful barrister</i>; <span class="smcap">hugh</span> <i>the rather +sweet though querulous air of diffidence and scepticism +belonging to the unsuccessful man of letters or artist. +The self-respect of</i> <span class="smcap">trenchard's</span> <i>appearance is +immense, and he cultivates that air of concentration +upon any trivial matter, or even upon nothing at all, +which will some day make him an impressive figure +upon the Bench</i>. <span class="smcap">hugh</span> <i>is always vague, searching +Heaven or the corners of the room for inspiration, +and even on this occasion his tie is abominably +crooked. The inspissated gloom of this assembly, +to which each member of the family as he arrives +adds his share, is unbelievable. Instinct apparently +leads them to reproduce as nearly as possible the +appearance and conduct of the corpse on which their +minds are fixed.</i> <span class="smcap">hugh</span> <i>is depressed partly at the +inadequacy of his grief</i>; <span class="smcap">trenchard</span> <i>conscientiously +preserves an air of the indifference which he feels</i>; +<span class="smcap">booth</span> <i>stands statuesque at the mantelpiece; while</i> +<span class="smcap">emily</span> <i>is by</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. voysey</span>, <i>whose face in its quiet +grief is nevertheless a mirror of many happy +memories of her husband</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I wouldn't hang over her, Emily.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">emily.</span> No, of course not.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Apologetically, she sits by the table.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> I hope your wife is well, Hugh?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Thank you, Trench: I think so. Beatrice +is in America . . on business.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Really!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>There comes in a small, well groomed, bullet headed +boy in Etons. This is the Major's eldest son. +Looking scared and solemn he goes straight to his +mother.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">emily.</span> Now be very quiet, Christopher . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Then</i> <span class="smcap">denis tregoning</span> <i>appears</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Oh, Tregoning, did you bring Honor +back?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">denis.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>at the table.</i>] A glass of wine, Mother.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> What?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">booth</span> <i>hardly knows how to turn his whisper decorously +into enough of a shout for his mother to hear. +But he manages it.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Have a glass of wine?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> Sherry, please.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>While he pours it out with an air of its being medicine +on this occasion and not wine at all</i>, <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>comes +quickly into the room, his face very set, his mind +obviously on other matters than the funeral. No one +speaks to him for the moment and he has time to +observe them all.</i> <span class="smcap">trenchard</span> <i>is continuing his +talk to</i> <span class="smcap">denis</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Give my love to Ethel. Is she ill that—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> Not exactly, but she couldn't very well +be with us. I thought perhaps you might have heard. +We're expecting . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He hesitates with the bashfulness of a young husband.</i> +<span class="smcap">trenchard</span> <i>helps him out with a citizen's bow of +respect for a citizen's duty</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Indeed. I congratulate you. I hope all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span> +will be well. Please give my love . . my best love to Ethel.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>in an awful voice.</i>] Lunch, Emily?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">emily.</span> [<i>scared.</i>] I suppose so, Booth, thank you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I think the boy had better run away and +play . . [<i>he checks himself on the word.</i>] Well, take a +book and keep quiet; d'ye hear me, Christopher?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">christopher</span>, <i>who looks incapable of a sound, gazes +at his father with round eyes</i>. <span class="smcap">emily</span> <i>whispers +"Library" to him and adds a kiss in acknowledgement +of his good behaviour. After a moment he +slips out, thankfully.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> How's Ethel, Denis?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> A little smashed, of course, but no harm +done.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">alice maitland</span> <i>comes in, brisk and businesslike; +a little impatient of this universal cloud of mourning</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Edward, Honor has gone to her room. I want +to take her some food and make her eat it. She's very +upset.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Make her drink a glass of wine, and say it is +necessary she should come down here. And d'you mind +not coming back yourself, Alice?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>her eyebrows up.</i>] Certainly, if you wish.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>overhearing.</i>] What's this? What's this?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Alice gets her glass of wine and goes. The Major +is suddenly full of importance.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> What is this, Edward?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I have something to say to you all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> What?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Well, Booth, you'll hear when I say it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Is it business? . . because I think this is +scarcely the time for business.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Why?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Do you find it easy and reverent to descend +from your natural grief to the consideration of +money . . ? I do not. [<i>he finds</i> <span class="smcap">trenchard</span> <i>at his</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> +<i>elbow.</i>] I hope you are getting some lunch, Trenchard.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> This is business and more than business, +Booth. I choose now, because it is something I wish to say +to the family, not write to each individually . . and it will +be difficult to get us all together again.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>determined at any rate to give his sanction.</i>] +Well, Trenchard, as Edward is in the position of trustee—executor +. . I don't know your terms . . I suppose +there's nothing more to be said.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> I don't see what your objection is.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>with some superiority.</i>] Don't you? I should +not have called myself a sentimental man, but . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You had better stay, Denis; you represent +Ethel.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> [<i>who has not heard the beginning of this.</i>] +Why? . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">honor</span> <i>has obediently come down from her room. She +is pale and thin, shaken with grief and worn out +besides; for needless to say the brunt of her father's +illness, the brunt of everything has been on her. Six +weeks nursing, part of it hopeless, will exhaust +anyone. Her handkerchief to her eyes and every +minute or two she cascades tears.</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>goes +and affectionately puts his arm round her</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> My dear Honor, I am sorry to be so . . so +merciless. There! . . there! [<i>he hands her into the +room; then shuts the door; then turns and once more +surveys the family, who this time mostly return the compliment. +Then he says shortly.</i>] I think you might all sit +down. [<i>But he goes close to his mother and speaks very +distinctly, very kindly.</i>] Mother, we're all going to have a +little necessary talk over matters . . now, because it's +most convenient. I hope it won't . . I hope you don't +mind. Will you come to the table?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey</span> <i>looks up as if understanding more than +he says</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> Edward . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes, mother?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>commandingly.</i>] You'll sit here, mother, of +course.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He places her in her accustomed chair at the foot +of the table. One by one the others sit down</i>, <span class="smcap">edward</span> +<i>apparently last. But then he discovers that</i> <span class="smcap">hugh</span> +<i>has lost himself in a corner of the room and is gazing +into vacancy</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Hugh, would you mind attending?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> What is it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> There's a chair.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">hugh</span> <i>takes it. Then for a minute—while</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>is +trying to frame in coherent sentences what he must +say to them—for a minute there is silence, broken +only by</i> <span class="smcap">honor's</span> <i>sniffs, which culminate at last +in a noisy little cascade of tears</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Honor, control yourself.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>And to emphasise his own perfect control he helps +himself majestically to a glass of sherry. Then +says</i> . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Well, Edward?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I'll come straight to the point which concerns +you. Our father's will gives certain sums to you all . . the +gross amount something over a hundred thousand pounds. +There will be no money.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He can get no further than the bare statement, which +is received only with varying looks of bewilderment, +until</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. voysey</span>, <i>discovering nothing from their +faces, breaks this second silence</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> I didn't hear.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>in his mother's ear.</i>] Edward says there's +no money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> [<i>precisely.</i>] I think you said . . 'will be.'</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>in a tone of mitigated thunder.</i>] Why will +there be no money?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>letting himself go.</i>] Because every penny by +right belongs to those clients whom our father spent his +life in defrauding. When I say defrauding, I mean it in +its worst sense . . swindling . . thieving. I have been +in the swim of it, for the past year . . oh, you don't know +the sink of iniquity . . and therefore I mean to collect +every penny, any money that you can give me; put the firm +into bankruptcy; pay back all these people what we can. +I'll stand my trial . . it'll come to that with me . . and as +soon as possible. [<i>he pauses, partly for breath, and glares +at them all.</i>] Are none of you going to speak? Quite +right, what is there to be said! [<i>Then with a gentle afterthought.</i>] +I'm sorry to hurt you, mother.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">voysey</span> <i>family is simply buried deep by this +avalanche of horror</i>. <span class="smcap">mrs. voysey</span>, <i>though, who +has been watching</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>closely, says very +calmly</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> I can't hear quite all you say, but I +guess what it is. You don't hurt me, Edward . . I have +known of this for a long time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with almost a cry.</i>] Oh, mother, did he +know you knew?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> What do you say?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> [<i>collected and dry.</i>] I may as well tell +you, Edward, I suspected everything wasn't right about +the time of my last quarrel with my father. Of course, I +took care not to pursue my suspicions. Was father aware +that you knew, Mother?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> We never discussed it. There was once +a great danger . . when you were all younger . . of his +being found out. But we never discussed it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>swallowing a fresh bitterness.</i>] I'm glad +it isn't such a shock to all of you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>alive to a dramatic aspect of the matter.</i>] +My God . . before the earth has settled on his +grave!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I thought it wrong to postpone telling you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">honor</span>, <i>the word swindling having spelt itself out +in her mind, at last gives way to a burst of piteous +grief</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Oh, poor papa! . . poor papa!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>comforting her kindly.</i>] Honor, we shall +want your help and advice.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The Major has recovered from the shock, to swell +with importance. It being necessary to make an +impression he instinctively turns first to his +wife.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I think, Emily, there was no need for you to +have been present at this exposure, and that now you had +better retire.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">emily.</span> Very well, Booth.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She gets up to go, conscious of her misdemeanour. +But as she reaches the door, an awful thought strikes +the Major.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Good Heavens . . I hope the servants haven't +been listening! See where they are, Emily . . and keep +them away, distract them. Open the door suddenly; + [<i>she does so, more or less, and there is no one behind it.</i>] +That's all right.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Having watched his wife's departure, he turns +with gravity to his brother.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I have said nothing as yet, Edward. I am +thinking.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> [<i>a little impatient at this exhibition.</i>] +That's the worst of these family practices . . a lot of money +knocking around and no audit ever required. The wonder +to me is to find an honest solicitor at all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Really, Trenchard!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Well, the more able a man is the less +the word Honesty bothers him . . and the Pater was an +able man.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I thought that a year ago, Trenchard. I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span> +thought that at the worst he was a splendid criminal.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Really . . really, Edward!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> And everything was to come right in the +end . . we were all to be in reality as wealthy and as +prosperous as we have seemed to be all these years. But +when he fell ill . . towards the last he couldn't keep the +facts from me any longer.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> And those are?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Laughable. You wouldn't believe there +were such fools in the world as some of these wretched +clients have been. I tell you the firm's funds were just +a lucky bag into which he dipped. Now sometimes their +money doesn't even exist.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Where's it gone?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>very directly.</i>] You've been living on it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Good God!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> What can you pay in the pound?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Without help? . . six or seven shillings, I +daresay. But we must do better than that.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>To which there is no response.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> All this is very dreadful. Does it mean +beggary for the whole family?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes, it should.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> [<i>sharply.</i>] Nonsense.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>joining issue at once.</i>] What right have we +to a thing we possess?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> He didn't make you an allowance, Booth +. . your capital's your own, isn't it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>awkwardly placed between the two of them.</i>] +Really . . I—I suppose so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Then that's all right.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>vehemently.</i>] It's stolen money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Booth took it in good faith.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I should hope so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>dwelling on the words.</i>] It's stolen money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>bubbling with distress.</i>] I say, what ought I to do?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Do . . my dear Booth? Nothing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with great indignation.</i>] Trenchard, we +owe reparation—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> [<i>readily.</i>] To whom? From which account +was Booth's money taken?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>side tracked for the moment.</i>] I don't know +. . I daresay from none directly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Very well then!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>grieved.</i>] Trenchard, you argue as he did—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Nonsense, my dear Edward. The law +will take anything it has a right to and all it can get; you +needn't be afraid. There's no obligation, legal or moral, +for us to throw our pounds into the wreck that they may +become pence.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I can hear him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> But what about your own position . . +can we get you clear?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> That doesn't matter.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">booth's</span> <i>head has been turning incessantly from +one to the other and by this he is just a bristle of +alarm</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> But I say, you know, this is awful! Will this +have to be made public?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> No help for it.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The Major's jaw drops; he is speechless.</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. +voysey's</span> <i>dead voice steals in</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> What is all this?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Edward wishes us to completely beggar +ourselves in order to pay back to every client to whom +father owed a pound perhaps ten shillings instead of seven.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> He will find that my estate has been +kept quite separate.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>hides his face in his hands</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> I'm very glad to hear it, Mother.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> When Mr. Barnes died your father +agreed to appointing another trustee.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> [<i>diffidently.</i>] I suppose, Edward, I'm +involved.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>lifting his head quickly.</i>] Denis, I hope not. +I didn't know that anything of yours—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> Yes . . all that I got under my aunt's +will.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You see how things are . . I've discovered +no trace of that. We'll hope for the best.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> [<i>setting his teeth.</i>] It can't be helped.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">major booth</span> <i>leans over the table and speaks in +the loudest of whispers</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Let me advise you to say nothing of this to +Ethel at such a critical time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> Thank you, Booth, naturally I shall not.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">hugh</span>, <i>by a series of contortions, has lately been giving +evidence of a desire or intention to say something</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Well, what is it, Hugh?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> I have been wondering . . if he can hear this +conversation.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Up to now it has all been meaningless to</i> <span class="smcap">honor</span>, +<i>in her nervous dilapidation, but this remark brings +a fresh burst of tears</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Oh, poor papa . . poor papa!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> I think I'll go to my room. I can't +hear what any of you are saying. Edward can tell me +afterwards.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Would you like to go too, Honor?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> [<i>through her sobs.</i>] Yes, please, I would.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> And I'll get out, Edward. Whatever +you think fit to do . . Oh, well, I suppose there's only +one thing to be done.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Only that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> I wish I were in a better position as to +work, for Ethel's sake and—and the child's.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Shall I speak to Trenchard?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">tregoning.</span> No . . he knows I exist in a wig and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> +gown. If I can be useful to him, he'll be useful to me, I +daresay. Good bye, Hugh. Good bye, Booth.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>By this time</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. voysey</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">honor</span> <i>have been got +out of the room</i>: <span class="smcap">tregoning</span> <i>follows them. So the +four brothers are left together.</i> <span class="smcap">hugh</span> <i>is vacant</i>, +<span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>does not speak</i>, <span class="smcap">booth</span> <i>looks at</i> <span class="smcap">trenchard</span>, +<i>who settles himself to acquire information</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> How long have things been wrong?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> He told me the trouble began in his father's +time and that he'd been battling with it ever since.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> [<i>smiling.</i>] Oh, come now . . that's impossible.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> But I believed him! Now I look through +his papers I can find only one irregularity that's more than +ten years old, and that's only to do with old George +Booth's business.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> But the Pater never touched his money . . +why, he was a personal friend.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Did you hear what Denis said?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Very curious his evolving that fiction +about his father . . I wonder why. I remember the old +man. He was honest as the day.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> To gain sympathy, I suppose.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> I think one can trace the psychology of +it deeper than that. It would add a fitness to the situation +. . his handing on to you an inheritance he had received. +You know every criminal has a touch of the artist +in him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>suddenly roused.</i>] That's true.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> What position did you take up on the +matter when he told you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>shrugging.</i>] You know what the Pater was +as well as I.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Well . . what did you attempt to +do?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I urged him to start by making some of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> +smaller accounts right. He said . . he said that would +be penny wise and pound foolish. So I did what I could +myself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> With your own money?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> The little I had.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Can you prove that you did that?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I suppose I could.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> It's a good point.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>not to be quite left out.</i>] Yes, I must say—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> You ought to have written him a letter, +and left the firm the moment you found out. Even then, +legally . . ! But as he was your father. What was +his object in telling you? What did he expect you to do?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I've thought of every reason . . and now I +really believe it was that he might have someone to boast +to of his financial exploits.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> [<i>appreciatively.</i>] I daresay.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Scarcely matters to boast of!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Oh, you try playing the fool with other +people's money, and keeping your neck out of the noose +for twelve years. It's not so easy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Then, of course, he always protested that +things would come right . . that he'd clear the firm and +have a fortune to the good. Or that if he were not spared +I might do it. But he must have known that was +impossible.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> But there's the gambler all over.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Why, he actually took the trouble to draw +up this will!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> That was childish.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I'm the sole executor.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> So I should think . . Was I down for +anything?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> [<i>without resentment.</i>] How he did hate +me!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You're safe from the results of his affection +anyway.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> What on earth made you stay in the firm +once you knew?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>does not answer for a moment</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I thought I might prevent things from getting +any worse. I think I did . . well, I should have done +that if he'd lived.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> You knew the risk you were running?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>bowing his head.</i>] Yes.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trenchard</span>, <i>the only one of the three who comprehends, +looks at his brother for a moment with +something that might almost be admiration. Then +he stirs himself.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> I must be off. Business waiting . . end +of term, you know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Shall I walk to the station with you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> I'll spend a few minutes with +Mother. [<i>he says, at the door, very respectfully.</i>] You'll +count on my professional assistance, please, Edward.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>simply.</i>] Thank you, Trenchard.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>So</i> <span class="smcap">trenchard</span> <i>goes. And the Major, who has been +endeavouring to fathom his final attitude, then +comments</i>—</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> No heart, y'know! Great brain! If it +hadn't been for that distressing quarrel he might have +saved our poor father. Don't you think so, Edward?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Perhaps.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>giving vent to his thoughts at last with something +of a relish.</i>] The more I think this out, the more +devilishly humorous it gets. Old Booth breaking down +by the grave . . Colpus reading the service . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes, the Vicar's badly hit.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Oh, the Pater had managed his business for +years.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Good God . . how shall we ever look old +Booth in the face again?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I don't worry about him; he can die quite +comfortably enough on six shillings in the pound. It's +one or two of the smaller fry who will suffer.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Now, just explain to me . . I didn't interrupt +while Trenchard was talking . . of what exactly did this +defrauding consist?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Speculating with a client's capital . . pocketing +the gains, cutting the losses; meanwhile paying the +client his ordinary income.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> So that he didn't find it out?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Quite so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> In point of fact, he doesn't suffer?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> He doesn't suffer till he finds it out.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> And all that's wrong now is that some of their +capital is missing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>half amused, half amazed at this process +of reasoning.</i>] Yes, that's all that's wrong.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> What is the ah—deficit? [<i>the word rolls from +his tongue.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Anything between two and three hundred +thousand pounds.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>very impressed and not unfavourably.</i>] Dear +me . . this is a big affair!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>following his own line of thought.</i>] Quite +apart from the rights and wrongs of this, only a very able +man could have kept a straight face to the world +all these years, as the Pater did.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I suppose he sometimes made money by these +speculations.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Very often. His own expenditure was heavy, +as you know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>with gratitude for favours received.</i>] He was +a very generous man.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Did nobody ever suspect him?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You see, Hugh, when there was any danger . . +when a trust had to be wound up . . he'd make a great +effort and put the accounts straight.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Then he did put some accounts straight?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes, when he couldn't help himself.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">booth</span> <i>looks very enquiring and then squares himself +up to the subject</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Now look here, Edward. You told us that +he told you that it was the object of his life to put these +accounts straight. Then you laughed at that. Now you +tell me that he did put some accounts straight.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>wearily.</i>] My dear Booth, you don't +understand.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Well, let me understand . . I am anxious to +understand.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> We can't pay ten shillings in the pound.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> That's very dreadful. But do you know that +there wasn't a time when we couldn't have paid five?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>acquiescent.</i>] I don't know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Very well then! If what he said was true about +his father and all that . . and why shouldn't we believe +him if we can? . . and he did effect an improvement, +that's all to his credit. Let us at least be just, Edward.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>patiently polite.</i>] I am very sorry to appear +unjust. He has left me in a rather unfortunate +position.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Yes, his death was a tragedy. It seems to me +that if he had been spared he might have succeeded +at length in this tremendous task and restored to us our +family honour.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes, Booth, he spoke very feelingly of that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>Irony lost upon him.</i>] I can well believe it. +And I can tell you that now . . I may be right or I may +be wrong . . I am feeling far less concerned about the +clients' money than I am at the terrible blow to the Family +which this exposure will strike. Money, after all, can<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> +to a certain extent be done without . . but Honour—</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>This is too much for</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Our honour! Does one of you mean to give +me a single penny towards undoing all the wrong that has +been done?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I take Trenchard's word for it that that +would be illegal.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Well . . don't talk to me of honour.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>somewhat nettled at this outburst.</i>] I am +speaking of the public exposure. Edward, can't that be +prevented?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with quick suspicion.</i>] How?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Well . . how was it being prevented before +he died—before we knew anything about it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>appealing to the spirits that watch over him.</i>] +Oh, listen to this! First Trenchard . . and now you! +You've the poison in your blood, every one of you. Who +am I to talk? I daresay so have I.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>reprovingly.</i>] I am beginning to think that +you have worked yourself into rather an hysterical state +over this unhappy business.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>rating him.</i>] Perhaps you'd have been +glad . . glad if I'd held my tongue and gone on lying and +cheating . . and married and begotten a son to go on +lying and cheating after me . . and to pay you your +interest . . your interest in the lie and the cheat.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>with statesman-like calm.</i>] Look here, Edward, +this rhetoric is exceedingly out of place. The simple +question before us is . . What is the best course to pursue?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> There is no question before us. There's +only one course to pursue.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>crushingly.</i>] You will let me speak, please. +In so far as our poor father was dishonest to his clients, +I pray that he may be forgiven. In so far as he spent +his life honestly endeavouring to right a wrong which he +had found already committed . . I forgive him. I admire<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> +him, Edward. And I feel it my duty to—er—reprobate +most strongly the—er—gusto with which you have been +holding him up in memory to us . . ten minutes after we +have stood round his grave . . as a monster of wickedness. +I think I may say I knew him as well as you . . better. +And . . thank God! . . there was not between him and +me this—this unhappy business to warp my judgment of +him. [<i>he warms to his subject.</i>] Did you ever know a +more charitable man . . a larger-hearted? He was a +faithful husband . . and what a father to all of us, putting +us out into the world and fully intending to leave us +comfortably settled there. Further . . as I see this +matter, Edward . . when as a young man he was told +this terrible secret and entrusted with such a frightful +task . . did he turn his back on it like a coward? No. +He went through it heroically to the end of his life. And +as he died I imagine there was no more torturing thought +than that he had left his work unfinished. [<i>he is very +satisfied with this peroration.</i>] And now if all these +clients can be kept receiving their natural income and if +Father's plan could be carried out of gradually replacing +the capital—</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>at this raises his head and stares with horror</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You're appealing to me to carry on this . . +Oh, you don't know what you're talking about!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The Major, having talked himself back to a proper +eminence remains good-tempered.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Well, I'm not a conceited man . . but I do +think that I can understand a simple financial problem +when it has been explained to me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You don't know the nerve . . the unscrupulous +daring it requires to—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Of course, if you're going to argue round your +own incompetence—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>very straight.</i>] D'you want your legacy?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>with dignity.</i>] In one moment I shall get<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> +very angry. Here am I doing my best to help you and +your clients . . and there you sit imputing to me the most +sordid motives. Do you suppose I should touch or allow +to be touched the money which father has left us till +every client's claim was satisfied?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> My dear Booth, I'm sure you mean well—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I'll come down to your office and work with +you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At this cheerful prospect even poor</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>can't +help smiling</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Why, you'd be found out at once.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>feeling that it is a chance lost.</i>] Well, +of course the Pater never consulted me. I only know +what I feel ought to be possible. I can but make the +suggestion.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At this point</i> <span class="smcap">trenchard</span> <i>looks round the door to +say</i> . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trenchard.</span> Are you coming, Booth?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Yes, certainly. I'll talk this over with Trenchard. +[<i>as he gets up and automatically stiffens, he is reminded +of the occasion and his voice drops.</i>] I say . . we've +been speaking very loud. You must do nothing rash. +I've no doubt I can devise something which will obviate . . +and then I'm sure I shall convince you . . [<i>glancing into +the hall he apparently catches</i> <span class="smcap">trenchard's</span> <i>impatient eye, +for he departs abruptly saying</i> . . ] All right, Trenchard, +you've eight minutes.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">booth's</span> <i>departure leaves</i> <span class="smcap">hugh</span>, <i>at any rate, really +at his ease</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> What an experience for you, Edward!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>bitterly.</i>] And I feared what the shock +might be to you all! Booth has made a good recovery.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> You wouldn't have him miss such a chance +of booming at us all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> It's strange the number of people who believe +you can do right by means which they know to be wrong.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>taking great interest in this.</i>] Come, what do +we know about right and wrong? Let's say legal and +illegal. You're so down on the Governor because he has +trespassed against the etiquette of your own profession. +But now he's dead . . and if there weren't the disgrace +to think of . . it's no use the rest of us pretending to +feel him a criminal, because we don't. Which just shows +that money . . and property—</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At this point he becomes conscious that</i> <span class="smcap">alice maitland</span> +<i>is standing behind him, her eyes fixed on +his brother. So he interrupts himself to ask</i> . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> D'you want to speak to Edward?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Please, Hugh.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> I'll go.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He goes, a little martyrlike, to conclude the evolution +of his theory in soliloquy; his usual fate.</i> <span class="smcap">alice</span> +<i>still looks at</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>with soft eyes, and he at her +rather appealingly</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Auntie has told me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> He was fond of you. Don't think worse of +him than you can help.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> I'm thinking of you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I may just escape.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> So Trenchard says.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> My hands are clean, Alice.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>her voice falling lovingly.</i>] I know that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Mother's not very upset.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> She had expected a smash in his life +time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I'm glad that didn't happen.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Yes . . as the fault was his it won't hurt you +so much to stand up to the blame.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>looks puzzled at this for a moment, then +gives it up</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I'm hurt enough now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Why, what have the boys done? It was a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> +mercy to tell Honor just at this time. She can grieve +for his death and his disgrace at the same time . . and the +one grief lessens the other perhaps.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Oh, they're all shocked enough at the +disgrace . . but will they open their purses to lessen the +disgrace?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Will it seem less disgraceful to have stolen ten +thousand pounds than twenty?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I should think so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> I should think so, but I wonder if that's the Law. +If it isn't, Trenchard wouldn't consider the point. I'm +sure Public Opinion doesn't say so . . and that's what +Booth is considering.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with contempt.</i>] Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>ever so gently ironical.</i>] Well, he's in the Army . . +he's almost in Society . . and he has to get on in both; +one mustn't blame him. Of course if the money could +have been given up with a flourish of trumpets . . ! But +even then I doubt whether the advertisement would bring +in what it cost.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>very serious.</i>] But when one thinks how +the money was obtained!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> When one thinks how most money is obtained!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> They've not earned it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>her eyes humorous.</i>] If they had they might +have given it you and earned more. Did I ever tell you +what my guardian said to me when I came of age?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I'm thankful your money's not been in +danger.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> It might have been, but I was made to look +after it myself . . much against my will. My guardian +was a person of great character and no principles, the best +and most loveable man I've ever met . . I'm sorry you +never knew him Edward . . and he said once to me . . +You've no right to your money. You've not earned it or +deserved it in any way. Therefore don't be surprised or<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span> +annoyed if any enterprising person tries to get it from you. +He has at least as much right to it as you have . . if he +can use it better, he has more right. Shocking sentiments, +aren't they? No respectable man of business could own to +them. But I'm not so sorry for some of these clients as +you are, Edward.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>shakes his head, treating these paradoxes +as they deserve</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Alice . . one or two of them will be beggared.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>sincerely.</i>] Yes, that is serious. What's to be +done?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> There's old nurse . . with her poor little +savings gone!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Surely those can be spared her?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> The Law's no respecter of persons . . that's +its boast. Old Booth with more than he wants will keep +enough. My old nurse, with just enough, may starve. But +it'll be a relief to clear out this nest of lies, even though one +suffers one's self. I've been ashamed to walk into that +office, Alice . . I'll hold my head high in prison though.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He shakes himself stiffly erect, his chin high.</i> <span class="smcap">alice</span> +<i>quizzes him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Edward, I'm afraid you're feeling heroic.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Don't be so proud of your misfortune. You +looked quite like Booth for the moment. [<i>this effectually +removes the starch.</i>] It will be very stupid to send you to +prison and you must do your best to keep out. [<i>she goes +on very practically.</i>] We were discussing if anything could +be done for these one or two people who'll be beggared.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes, Alice. I'm sorry nothing can be done +for them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> It's a pity.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I suppose I was feeling heroic. I didn't +mean to.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He has become a little like a child with her.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> That's the worst of acting on principle . . one +begins thinking of one's attitude instead of the use of what +one is doing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I'm exposing this fraud on principle.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Perhaps that's what's wrong.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Wrong!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> My dear Edward, if people are to be ruined . . !</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> What else is there to be done?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Well . . have you thought?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> There's nothing else to be done.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> On principle.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He looks at her, she is smiling, it is true, but smiling +quite gravely.</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>is puzzled. Then the +yeast of her suggestion begins to work in his mind +slowly, perversely at first.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> It had occurred to Booth. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Oh, anything may occur to Booth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> . . In his grave concern for the family +honour that I might quietly cheat the firm back into +credit again.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> How stupid of Booth!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Well . . like my father . . Booth believes +in himself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Yes, he's rather a credulous man.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>ignoring her little joke.</i>] He might have +been lucky and have done some good. I'm a weak sort +of creature, just a collection of principles as you say. Look, +all I've been able to do in this business . . at the cost of my +whole life perhaps . . has been to sit senselessly by my +father's side and prevent things going from bad to worse.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> That was worth doing. The cost is your own +affair.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She is watching him, stilly and closely. Suddenly +his face lights a little and he turns to her.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Alice . . there's something else I could do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> What?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> It's illegal.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> So much the better perhaps. Oh, I'm lawless +by birthright, being a woman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I could take the money that's in my father's +name and use it only to put right the smaller accounts. +It'd take a few months to do it well . . and cover the +tracks. That'd be necessary.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Then you'd give yourself up as you'd meant +to do now?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes . . practically.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> It'd be worse for you then at the trial?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with a touch of another sort of pride.</i>] You +said that was my affair.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>pain in her voice and eyes.</i>] Oh, Edward!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Shall I do this?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>turning away.</i>] Why must you ask me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You mocked at my principles, didn't you? +You've taken them from me. The least you can do is to +give me advice in exchange.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>after a moment.</i>] No . . decide for yourself.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He jumps up and begins to pace about, doubtful, +distressed.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Good Lord . . it means lying and +shuffling!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>a little trembling.</i>] In a good cause.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Ah . . but lying and shuffling takes the +fine edge off one's soul.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>laughing at the quaintness of her own little +epigram.</i>] Edward, are you one of God's dandies?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> And . . Alice, it wouldn't be easy work. It +wants qualities I haven't got. I should fail.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Would you?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He catches a look from her.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Well, I might not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> And you don't need success for a lure. That's +like a common man.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You want me to try to do this?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>For answer, she dares only put out her hand, and he +takes it.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Oh, my dear . . cousin!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>excitedly.</i>] My people will have to hold +their tongues. I needn't have told them all this to-day.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Don't tell them the rest . . they won't understand. +I shall be jealous if you tell them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>looking at her as she at him.</i>] Well, you've +the right to be. This deed . . it's not done yet . . is +your property.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Thank you. I've always wanted to have +something useful to my credit . . and I'd almost given +up hoping.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Then suddenly his face changes, his voice changes +and he grips the hand he is holding so tightly as to +hurt her.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Alice, if my father's story were true . . he +must have begun like this. Trying to do the right thing +in the wrong way . . then doing the wrong thing . . then +bringing himself to what he was . . and so me to this. +[<i>he flings away from her.</i>] No, Alice, I won't do it. I +daren't take that first step down. It's a worse risk than +any failure. Think . . I might succeed.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">alice</span> <i>stands very still, looking at him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> It's a big risk. Well . . I'll take it.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He turns to her, in wonder.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> I'll risk your becoming a bad man. That's a +big risk for me.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He understands, and is calmed and made happy.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Then there is no more to be said, is +there?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Not now. [<i>as she drops this gentle hint she +hears something—the hall door opening.</i>] Here's Booth +back again.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with a really mischievous grin.</i>] He'll +be so glad he's convinced me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> I must go back to Honor, poor girl. I wonder +she has a tear left.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She leaves him, briskly, brightly; leaves her cousin +with his mouth set and a light in his eyes.</i></p></blockquote> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> + +<h3><a name="THE_FOURTH_ACT_VOYSEY" id="THE_FOURTH_ACT_VOYSEY"></a>THE FOURTH ACT</h3> + +<br /> + +<p class="direct1"><span class="smcap">mr. voysey's</span> <i>room at the office is</i> <span class="smcap">edward's</span> <i>now. It +has somehow lost that brilliancy which the old +man's occupation seemed to give it. Perhaps it is +only because this December morning is dull and +depressing, but the fire isn't bright and the panels +and windows don't shine as they did. There are +no roses on the table either.</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span>, <i>walking in as +his father did, hanging his hat and coat where his +father's used to hang, is certainly the palest shadow +of that other masterful presence. A depressed, +drooping shadow too. This may be what</i> <span class="smcap">peacey</span> +<i>feels, if no more, for he looks very surly as he obeys +the old routine of following his chief to this room on +his arrival. Nor has</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>so much as a glance +for his clerk. They exchange the formalest of +greetings.</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>sits joylessly to his desk, on +which the morning's pile of letters lies, unopened now</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Good morning, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Good morning, Peacey. Have you any +notes for me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Well, I've hardly been through the letters +yet, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>his eyebrows meeting.</i>] Oh . . and I'm +half an hour late myself this morning.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> I'm very sorry, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> If Mr. Bullen calls you had better show him +all those papers I gave you. Write to Metcalfe as soon as +possible; say I interviewed Mr. Vickery myself this +morning and the houses will not be proceeded with. +Better let me see the letter.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Very good, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> That's all, thank you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">peacey</span> <i>gets to the door, where he stops, looking not +only surly but nervous now</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> May I speak to you a moment, sir?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Certainly.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">peacey</span>, <i>after a moment, makes an effort, purses +his mouth and begins</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Bills are beginning to come in upon me as +is usual at this season, sir. My son's allowance at +Cambridge is now rather a heavy item of my expenditure. +I hope that the custom of the firm isn't to be +neglected now that you are the head of it, Mr. Edward. +Two hundred your father always made it at Christmas . . +in notes if you please.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Towards the end of this</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>begins to pay great +attention. When he answers his voice is harsh.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Oh, to be sure . . your hush money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>bridling.</i>] That's not a very pleasant word.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> This is a very unpleasant subject.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> I'm sure it isn't my wish to bring out in cold +conversation what I know of the firm's position. Your +father always gave me the notes in an envelope when he +shook hands with me at Christmas.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>blandly.</i>] And I've been waiting for you +to ask me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Well, we'll say no more about it. There's +always a bit of friction in coming to an understanding +about anything, isn't there, sir?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He is going when</i> <span class="smcap">edward's</span> <i>question stops him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Why didn't you speak to me about this +last Christmas?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> I knew you were upset at your father's death.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> No, no, my father died the August before +that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Well . . truthfully, Mr. Edward?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> As truthfully as you think suitable.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The irony of this is wasted on</i> <span class="smcap">peacey</span>, <i>who becomes +pleasantly candid</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Well, I couldn't make you out last Christmas. +I'd always thought there must be a smash when your father +died . . but it didn't come. But then again at Christmas +you seemed all on edge and I didn't know what might +happen. So I thought I'd better keep quiet and say +nothing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I see. This little pull of yours over the firm +is an inheritance from your father, isn't it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>discreetly.</i>] When he retired, sir, he said to +me . . I've told the Governor you know what I know. +And Mr. Voysey said to me . . I treat you as I did your +father, Peacey. I never had another word on the subject +with him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> A very decent arrangement. Your son's at +Cambridge you say, Peacey?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I wonder you didn't bring him into the +firm.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>taking this very kind.</i>] Thank you, sir . . I +thought of it. But then I thought that two generations +going in for this sort of thing was enough.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> That's a matter of taste.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> And then, sir . . I don't want to hurt your +feelings, but things simply cannot go on for ever. The +marvel to me is that the game has been kept up as it has. +So now, if he does well at Cambridge, I hope he'll go to the +bar. He has a distinct talent for patiently applying himself +to the details of a thing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I hope he'll do well. I'm glad to have had +this talk with you, Peacey. I'm sorry you can't have the +money you want.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He returns to his letters, a little steely-eyed.</i> <span class="smcap">peacey</span> +<i>quite at his ease, makes for the door yet again, saying</i> . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Oh, any time will do, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You can't have the money at all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>brought up short.</i>] Can't I?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>very decidedly indeed.</i>] No . . I made up +my mind about that eighteen months ago. Since my +father's death the trust business of the firm has not been +conducted as it was formerly. We no longer make illicit +profits out of our clients. There are none for you to share.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Having thus given the explanation he considers due, +he goes on with his work. But</i> <span class="smcap">peacey</span> <i>has flushed +up</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Look here, Mr. Edward, I'm sorry I began +this discussion. You'll give me my two hundred as usual, +please, and we'll drop the subject.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> By all means drop the subject.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>his voice rising sharply.</i>] I want the money. +I think it is not gentlemanly in you, Mr. Edward, to make +these excuses to try to get out of paying it me. Your father +would never have made such an excuse.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>flabbergasted.</i>] Do you think I'm lying to you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>with a deprecating swallow.</i>] I don't wish +to criticise your statements or your actions at all, sir. It +was no concern of mine how your father treated his +clients.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I understand. And now it's no concern of +yours how honest I am. You want your money just the +same.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Well, don't be sarcastic . . a man does get +used to a state of affairs whatever it may be.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with considerable force.</i>] My friend, if I +drop sarcasm I shall have to tell you very candidly what I +think of you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> That I'm a thief because I've taken money +from a thief!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Worse than a thief. You're content that +others should steal for you.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> And who isn't?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>is really pleased with the aptness of this. +He at once changes his tone, which indeed had +become rather bullying.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Ah, Peacey, I perceive that you study +sociology. Well, that's too big a question to enter into +now. The application of the present portion of it is that I +have for the moment, at some inconvenience to myself, +ceased to receive stolen goods and therefore am in a +position to throw a stone at you. I have thrown it.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">peacey</span>, <i>who would far sooner be bullied than talked +to like this, turns very sulky</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> And now I'm to leave the firm, I suppose?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Not unless you wish.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> I happen to think the secret's worth its price.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Perhaps someone will pay it you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>feebly threatening.</i>] You're presuming upon +its not being worth my while to make use of what I +know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>not unkindly.</i>] My good Peacey, it happens +to be the truth I told you just now. Well, how on earth +do you suppose you can successfully blackmail a man, who +has so much to gain by exposure and so little to lose as I?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>peeving.</i>] I don't want to ruin you, sir, and +I have a great regard for the firm . . but you must see +that I can't have my income reduced in this way without a +struggle.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with great cheerfulness.</i>] Very well, my +friend, struggle away.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>his voice rising high and thin.</i>] For one +thing, sir, I don't think it fair dealing on your part to dock +the money suddenly. I have been counting on it most of +the year, and I have been led into heavy expenses. Why +couldn't you have warned me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> That's true, Peacey, it was stupid of me. I +apologise for the mistake.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">peacey</span> <i>is a little comforted by this quite candid +acknowledgment</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Perhaps things may be easier for you by next +Christmas.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I hope so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Then . . perhaps you won't be so particular.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At this gentle insinuation</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>looks up exasperated</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> So you don't believe what I told you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Yes, I do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Then you think that the fascination of +swindling one's clients will ultimately prove irresistible?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> It's what happened to your father, I suppose +you know.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>This gives</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>such pause that he drops his +masterful tone</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I didn't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> He got things as right as rain once.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Did he?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> . . My father told me. Then he started +again.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> But how did you find that out?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>expanding pleasantly.</i>] Well, being so long +in his service, I grew to understand your father. But +when I first came into the firm, I simply hated him. He +was that sour; so snappy with everyone . . as if he had a +grievance against the whole world.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>pensively.</i>] It seems he had in those days.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Well, as I said, his dealings with his clients +were no business of mine. And I speak as I find. He +was very kind to me . . always thoughtful and considerate. +He grew to be so pleasant and generous to everyone—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> That you have great hopes of me yet?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>who has a simple mind.</i>] No, Mr. Edward, +no. You're different from your father . . one must make +up one's mind to that. And you may believe me or not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span> +but I should be very glad to know that the firm was solvent +and going straight. There have been times when I have +sincerely regretted my connection with it. If you'll let +me say so, I think it's very noble of you to have undertaken +the work you have. [<i>then, as everything seems smooth +again.</i>] And Mr. Edward, if you'll give me enough to +cover this year's extra expense I think I may promise +you that I shan't expect money again.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>good-tempered, as he would speak to an +importunate child.</i>] No, Peacey, no!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>fretful again.</i>] Well, sir, you make things +very difficult for me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Here's a letter from Mr. Cartwright which +you might attend to. If he wants an appointment with me, +don't make one till the New Year. His case can't come +on before February.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>taking the letter.</i>] I am anxious to meet you +in every way—[<i>he is handed another.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> "Perceval Building Estate" . . that's yours +too.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> [<i>putting them both down resolutely.</i>] But I +refuse to be ignored. I must consider my whole position. +I hope I may not be tempted to make use of the power I +possess. But if I am driven to proceed to extremities . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>breaking in upon this bunch of tags.</i>] My +dear Peacey, don't talk nonsense . . you couldn't proceed +to an extremity to save your life. You've taken this money +irresponsibly for all these years. You'll find you're no +longer capable even of such a responsible act as tripping +up your neighbour.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>This does completely upset the gentle blackmailer. +He loses one grievance in another.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Really, Mr. Edward, I am a considerably +older man than you, and I think that whatever our positions—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Don't let us argue, Peacey. You're quite<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> +at liberty to do whatever you think worth your while.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> It isn't that, sir. But these personalities—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Oh . . I apologise. Don't forget the letters.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> I will not, sir.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He takes them with great dignity and is leaving the +room.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Here's Mr. Hugh waiting.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> To see me? Ask him in.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">peacey.</span> Come in, Mr. Hugh, please.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">hugh</span> <i>comes in</i>, <span class="smcap">peacey</span> <i>holding the door for him +with a frigid politeness of which he is quite oblivious. +At this final slight</i> <span class="smcap">peacey</span> <i>goes out in dudgeon</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> How are you, Hugh?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Good Lord!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>And he throws himself into the chair by the fire.</i> +<span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>quite used to this sort of thing, goes quietly +on with his work, adding encouragingly after a +moment</i> . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> How's Beatrice?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> She's very busy.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He studies his boots with the gloomiest expression. +And indeed, they are very dirty and his turned up +trousers are muddy at the edge. They are dark +trousers and well cut, but he wears with them a loose +coat and waistcoat of a peculiar light brown check. +Add to this the roughest of overcoats and a very soft +hat. Add also the fact that he doesn't shave well or +regularly and that his hair wants cutting, and</i> <span class="smcap">hugh</span>'s +<i>appearance this morning is described. As he is +quite capable of sitting silently by the fire for a whole +morning</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>asks him at last</i> . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> What d'you want?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>with vehemence.</i>] I want a machine gun planted +in Regent Street . . and one in the Haymarket . . and +one in Leicester Square and one in the Strand . . and a +dozen in the City. An earthquake would be simpler. Or<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span> +why not a nice clean tidal wave? It's no good preaching +and patching up any longer, Edward. We must begin +afresh. Don't you feel, even in your calmer moments, +that this whole country is simply hideous? The other +nations must look after themselves. I'm patriotic . . I +only ask that we should be destroyed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> It has been promised.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> I'm sick of waiting. [<i>then as</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>says +nothing</i>.] You say this is the cry just of the weak man in +despair! I wouldn't be anything but a weak man in this +world. I wouldn't be a king, I wouldn't be rich . . I +wouldn't be a Borough Councillor . . I should be so +ashamed. I've walked here this morning from Hampstead. +I started to curse because the streets were dirty. +You'd think that an Empire could keep its streets clean! +But then I saw that the children were dirty too.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> That's because of the streets.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Yes, it's holiday time. Those that can cross +a road safely are doing some work now . . earning some +money. You'd think a governing race, grabbing responsibilities, +might care for its children.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Come, we educate them now. And I +don't think many work in holiday time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>encouraged by contradiction.</i>] We teach them +all that we're not ashamed of . . and much that we +ought to be . . and the rest they find out for themselves. +Oh, every man and woman I met was muddy eyed! +They'd joined the great conspiracy which we call our +civilization. They've been educated! They believe in the +Laws and the Money-market and Respectability. Well, at +least they suffer for their beliefs. But I'm glad I don't +make the laws . . and that I haven't any money . . and +that I hate respectability . . or I should be so ashamed. +By the bye, that's what I've come for.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>pleasantly.</i>] What? I thought you'd only +come to talk.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> You must take that money of mine for your +clients. Of course you ought to have had it when you +asked for it. It has never belonged to me. Well . . it +has never done me any good. I have never made any +use of it and so it has been just a clog to my life.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>surprised.</i>] My dear Hugh . . this is +very generous of you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Not a bit. I only want to start fresh and +free.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>sitting back from his work.</i>] Hugh, do you +really think that money has carried a curse with it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>with great violence.</i>] Think! I'm the proof +of it and look at me. When I said I'd be an artist the +governor gave me a hundred and fifty a year . . the rent +of a studio and the price of a velvet coat he thought it; +that was all he knew about art. Then my respectable +training got me engaged and married. Marriage in a +studio puzzled the governor, so he guessed it at <i>two</i> +hundred and fifty a year . . and looked for lay figure-babies, +I suppose. What had I to do with Art? Nothing +I've done yet but reflects our drawing-room at Chislehurst.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>considering.</i>] Yes . . What do you earn in +a year? I doubt if you can afford to give this up.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Oh, Edward . . you clank the chain with the +best of them. That word Afford! I want to be free from +my advantages. Don't you see I must find out what I'm +worth in myself . . whether I even exist or not? Perhaps +I'm only a pretence of a man animated by an income.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> But you can't return to nature on the +London pavements.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> No. Nor in England at all . . it's nothing +but a big back garden. [<i>now he collects himself for a final +outburst.</i>] But if there's no place on this earth where +a man can prove his right to live by some other means than +robbing his neighbour . . I'd better go and request the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span> +next horse I meet to ride me . . to the nearest lunatic +asylum.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>waits till the effects of this explosion are over</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> And what does Beatrice say to your emigrating +to the backwoods . . if that is exactly what you +mean?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Now that we're separating—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>taken aback.</i>] What?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> We mean to separate.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> This is the first I've heard of it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Beatrice is making some money by her books, +so it has become possible.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>humorously.</i>] Have you told anyone yet?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> We mean to now. I think a thing comes to +pass quicker in public.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Say nothing at home until after Christmas.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Oh Lord, I forgot! They'll discuss it solemnly. +[<i>then he whistles.</i>] Emily knows!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>having considered.</i>] I shan't accept this +money from you . . there's no need. All the good has +been done that I wanted to do. No one will be beggared +now. So why should you be?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>with clumsy affection.</i>] We've taken a fine +lot of interest in your labours, haven't we, Hercules?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You hold your tongue about the office affairs, +don't you? It's not safe.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> When will you be quit of the beastly business?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>becoming reserved and cold at once.</i>] I'm +in no hurry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> What do you gain by hanging on now?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Occupation.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> But, Edward, it must be an awfully wearying +state of things. I suppose any moment a policeman may +knock at the door . . so to speak?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>appreciating the figure of speech.</i>] Any<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span> +moment. I take no precautions. I suppose that's why +he doesn't come. At first I listened for him, day by day. +Then I said to myself . . next week. But a year has +gone by and more. I've ceased expecting to hear the +knock at all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> But look here . . is all this worth while?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>supremely ironical.</i>] My dear Hugh, what +a silly question!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>very seriously.</i>] But have you the right to +make a mean thing of your life like this?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Does my life matter?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Well . . of course!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I find no evidence to convince me of it. The +World that you talk about so finely is using me up. A +little wantonly . . a little needlessly, I do think. But she +knows her own damn business . . or so she says, if you +try to teach it her. And why should I trouble to fit myself +for better work than she has given me to do . . nursing +fools' money?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>responding at once to this vein.</i>] Edward, we +must turn this world upside down. It's her stupidity +that drives me mad. We all want a lesson in values. +We're never taught what is worth having and what isn't. +Why should your real happiness be sacrificed to the sham +happiness which people have invested in the firm?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I suppose their money means such happiness +to them as they understand.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Then we want another currency. We must +learn to express ourselves in terms of vitality. There can +be no other standard of worth in life, can there? I never +believed that money was valuable. I remember once +giving a crossing sweeper a sovereign. The sovereign was +nothing. But the sensation I gave him was an intrinsically +valuable thing.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He is fearfully pleased with his essay in philosophy.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> He could buy other sensations with the sovereign.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> But none like the first. [<i>then the realities of +life overwhelm him again.</i>] And yet . . we're slaves! +Beatrice won't let me go until we're each certain of two +hundred a year. And she's quite right . . I should only +get into debt. You know that two fifty a year of mine +is a hundred and eighty now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>mischievous.</i>] Why would you invest sensationally?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>with great seriousness.</i>] I put money into +things which I know ought to succeed . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The telephone rings.</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>speaks through it</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Certainly . . bring him in. [<i>then to his +brother, who sits on the table idly disarranging everything.</i>] +You'll have to go now, Hugh.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>shaking his head gloomily.</i>] You're one of +the few people I can talk to, Edward.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I like listening.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>as much cheered as surprised.</i>] Do you! I +suppose I talk a lot of rot . . but . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>In comes old</i> <span class="smcap">mr. george booth</span>, <i>older too in looks +than he was eighteen months back. Very dandyishly +dressed, he still seems by no means so happy as his +clothes might be making him.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> 'Ullo, Hugh! I thought I should find you, +Edward.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>formally.</i>] Good morning, Mr. Booth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>as he collects his hat, his coat, his various +properties.</i>] Well . . Beatrice and I go down to Chislehurst +to-morrow. I say . . d'you know that old Nursie +is furious with you about something?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>shortly.</i>] Yes, I know. Good bye.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> How are you?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He launches this enquiry at</i> <span class="smcap">mr. booth</span> <i>with great +suddenness just as he leaves the room. The old</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> +<i>gentleman jumps; then jumps again at the slam of +the door. And then he frowns at</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>in a +frightened sort of way</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Will you come here . . or will you sit by +the fire?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> This'll do. I shan't detain you long.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He takes the chair by the table and occupies the next +minute or two, carefully disposing of his hat and +gloves.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Are you feeling all right again?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> A bit dyspeptic. How are you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Quite well, thanks.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> I'm glad . . I'm glad. [<i>he now proceeds +to cough a little, hesitating painfully.</i>] I'm afraid this +isn't very pleasant business I've come upon.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> D'you want to go to Law with anyone?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> No . . oh, no. I'm getting too old to +quarrel.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> A pleasant symptom.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>with a final effort.</i>] I mean to withdraw +my securities from the custody of your firm . . [<i>and he adds +apologetically</i>] with the usual notice, of course.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>It would be difficult to describe what</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>feels +at this moment. Perhaps something of the shock +that the relief of death may be as an end to pain so +long endured that it has been half forgotten. He answers +very quietly, without a sign of emotion.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Thank you . . May one ask why?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>relieved that the worst is over.</i>] Certainly . . +certainly. My reason is straightforward and simple and +well considered. I think you must know, Edward, I have +never been able to feel that implicit confidence in your +ability which I had in your father's. Well, it is hardly +to be expected, is it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with a grim smile.</i>] No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> I can say that without unduly depreciating<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span> +you. Men like your father are few and far between. As +far as I know things proceed at this office as they have +always done but . . since his death I have not been happy +about my affairs.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>speaking as it is his duty to.</i>] I think you +need be under no apprehension . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> I daresay not. But that isn't the point. +Now, for the first time in my long life I am worried about +money affairs; and I don't like the feeling. The possession +of money has always been a pleasure to me . . and +for what are perhaps my last years I don't wish that to be +otherwise. You must remember you have practically +my entire property unreservedly in your control.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Perhaps we can arrange to hand you over +the reins to an extent which will ease your mind, and at +the same time not . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> I thought of that. Believe me, I have +every wish not to slight unduly your father's son. I have +not moved in the matter for eighteen months. I have not +been able to make up my mind to. Really, one feels a +little helpless . . and the transaction of business requires +more energy than . . But I saw my doctor yesterday, +Edward, and he told me . . well, it was a warning. And +so I felt it my duty at once to . . especially as I made up +my mind to it some time ago. [<i>he comes to the end of this +havering at last and adds.</i>] In point of fact, Edward, more +than a year before your father died I had quite decided +that my affairs could never be with you as they were with +him.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>starts almost out of his chair; his face pale, +his eyes black</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Did he know that?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>resenting this new attitude.</i>] I think I +never said it in so many words. But he may easily have +guessed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>as he relaxes and turns, almost shuddering,</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> +<i>from the possibility of dreadful knowledge.</i>] No . . no . . +he never guessed. [<i>Then, with a sudden fresh impulse.</i>] I +hope you won't do this, Mr. Booth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> I have quite made up my mind.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You must let me persuade you—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>conciliatory.</i>] I shall make a point of +informing your family that you are in no way to blame in +the matter. And in the event of any personal legal +difficulties I shall always be delighted to come to you. My +idea is for the future to employ merely a financial agent—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>still quite unstrung really, and his nerves +betraying him.</i>] If you had made up your mind before +my father died to do this, you ought to have told <b>him</b>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> Please allow me to know my own business +best. I did not choose to distress him by—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>pulling himself together: speaking half to +himself.</i>] Well . . well . . this is one way out. And +it's not my fault.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> You're making a fearful fuss about a very +simple matter, Edward. The loss of one client, however +important he may be . . Why, this is one of the best +family practices in London. I am surprised at your lack +of dignity.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>yields smilingly to this assertiveness</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> True . . I have no dignity. Will you walk +off with your papers now?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> What notice is usual?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> To a good solicitor, five minutes. Ten to a +poor one.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> You'll have to explain matters a bit to me.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Now</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>settles to his desk again; really +with a certain grim enjoyment of the prospect</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes, I had better. Well, Mr. Booth, how +much do you think you're worth?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>easily.</i>] I couldn't say off hand.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> But you've a rough idea?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> To be sure.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You'll get not quite half that out of us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>precisely.</i>] I think I said I had made +up my mind to withdraw the whole amount.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You should have made up your mind sooner.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> I don't in the least understand you, +Edward.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> A great part of your capital doesn't exist.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>with some irritation.</i>] Nonsense, it must +exist. [<i>He scans</i> <span class="smcap">edward's</span> <i>set face in vain</i>.] You mean +that it won't be prudent to realise? You can hand over +the securities. I don't want to reinvest simply because—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I can't hand over what I haven't got.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>This sentence falls on the old man's ears like a knell.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> Is anything . . <b>wrong</b>?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>grim and patient.</i>] How many more times +am I to say that we have robbed you of nearly half your +property?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>his senses failing him.</i>] Say that again.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> It's quite true.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> My money . . <b>gone</b>?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>clutching at a straw of anger.</i>] You've +been the thief . . you . . you . . ?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I wouldn't tell you if I could help it . . my +father.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>That actually calls the old man back to something +like dignity and self-possession. He thumps on</i> +<span class="smcap">edward's</span> <i>table furiously</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> I'll make you prove that.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>And now</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>buries his face in his arms and +just goes off into hysterics</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Oh, you've fired a mine!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>scolding him well.</i>] Slandering your +dead father . . and lying to me, revenging yourself by +frightening me . . because I detest you.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Why . . haven't I thanked you for putting +an end to all my troubles? I do . . I promise you I do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>shouting, and his sudden courage failing +as he shouts.</i>] Prove this . . prove it to me! I'm not to +be frightened so easily. One can't lose half of all one +has and then be told of it in two minutes . . sitting at a +table. [<i>his voice tails off to a piteous whimper.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>quietly now and kindly.</i>] If my father had +told you this in plain words you'd have believed him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>bowing his head.</i>] Yes.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>looks at the poor old thing with great +pity</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> What on earth did you want to withdraw +your account for? You need never have known . . you +could have died happy. Settling with all those charities +in your will would certainly have smashed us up. But +proving your will is many years off yet we'll hope.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>pathetic and bewildered.</i>] I don't understand. +No, I don't understand . . because your father . . +But I <b>must</b> understand, Edward.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Don't shock yourself trying to understand my +father, for you never will. Pull yourself together, Mr. +Booth. After all, this isn't a vital matter to you. It's +not even as if you had a family to consider . . like some of +the others.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>vaguely.</i>] What others?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Don't imagine your money has been specially +selected for pilfering.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>with solemn incredulity.</i>] One has read +of this sort of thing but . . I thought people always got +found out.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>brutally humorous.</i>] Well . . we are found +out. You've found us out.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>rising to the full appreciation of his wrongs.</i>] +Oh . . I've been foully cheated!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>patiently.</i>] I've told you so.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>his voice breaks, he appeals pitifully.</i>] +But by you, Edward . . say it's by you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>unable to resist his quiet revenge.</i>] I've not +the ability or the personality for such work, Mr. Booth . . +nothing but principles, which forbid me even to lie to +you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The old gentleman draws a long breath and then +speaks with great awe, blending into grief.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> I think your father is in Hell . . I'd have +gone there myself to save him from it. I loved him very +truly. How he could have had the heart! We were friends +for nearly fifty years. Am I to think now he only cared +for me to cheat me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>venturing the comfort of an explanation.</i>] +No . . he didn't value money as you do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>with sudden shrill logic.</i>] But he took +it. What d'you mean by that?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>leans back in his chair and changes the +tenor of their talk</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Well, you're master of the situation now. +What are you going to do?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> To get my money back?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> No, that's gone.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> Then give me what's left and—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Are you going to prosecute?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>shifting uneasily in his chair.</i>] Oh, +dear . . is that necessary? Can't somebody else do that? +I thought the Law—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You need not prosecute, you know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> What'll happen if I don't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> What do you suppose I'm doing here now?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>as if he were being asked a riddle.</i>] I +don't know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>earnestly.</i>] I'm trying to straighten things +a little. I'm trying to undo what my father did . . to do +again what he undid. It's a poor dull sort of work now . .<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> +throwing penny after penny hardly earned into the pit of +our deficit. But I've been doing that for what it's worth +in the time that was left to me . . till this should happen. +I never thought you'd bring it to pass. I can continue +to do that if you choose . . until the next smash comes. +I'm pleased to call this my duty. [<i>He searches</i> <span class="smcap">mr. booth</span>'s +<i>face and finds there only disbelief and fear. He bursts out.</i>] +Oh, why won't you believe me? It can't hurt you to believe +it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> You must admit, Edward, it isn't easy +to believe anything in this office . . just for the moment.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>bowing to the extreme reasonableness of this.</i>] +I suppose not. I can prove it to you. I'll take you through +the books . . you won't understand them . . but I +could prove it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> I think I'd rather not. D'you think I +ought to hold any further communication with you at all? +[<i>and at this he takes his hat.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with a little explosion of contemptuous anger.</i>] +Certainly not. Prosecute . . prosecute!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>with dignity.</i>] Don't lose your temper. +You know it's my place to be angry with you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I beg your pardon. [<i>then he is elaborately +explanatory.</i>] I shall be <b>grateful</b> if you'll prosecute.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>more puzzled than ever.</i>] There's something +in this which I don't understand.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with deliberate unconcern.</i>] Think it over.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>hesitating, fidgetting.</i>] But surely I +oughtn't to have to make up my mind! There must be a +right or a wrong thing to do. Edward, can't <b>you</b> tell me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I'm prejudiced.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>angrily.</i>] What do you mean by placing +me in a dilemma? I believe you're simply trying to +practise upon my goodness of heart. Certainly I ought to +prosecute at once . . Oughtn't I? [<i>then at the nadir of +helplessness.</i>] Can't I consult another solicitor?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>his chin in the air.</i>] Write to the Times +about it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>shocked and grieved at his attitude.</i>] +Edward, how can you be so cool and heartless?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>changing his tone.</i>] D'you think I shan't +be glad to sleep at nights?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> Perhaps you'll be put in prison?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I <b>am</b> in prison . . a less pleasant one than +Wormwood Scrubbs. But we're all prisoners, Mr. Booth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>wagging his head.</i>] Yes, this is what +comes of your philosophy. Why aren't you on your +knees?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> To you?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>This was not what</i> <span class="smcap">mr. booth</span> <i>meant, but as he +gets up from his chair he feels all but mighty</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> And why should you expect me to shrink +from vindicating the law?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>shortly.</i>] I don't. I've explained you'll be +doing me a kindness. When I'm wanted you'll find me +here at my desk. [<i>then as an afterthought.</i>] If you take +long to decide . . don't alter your behaviour to my family +in the meantime. They know the main points of the +business and—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>knocked right off his balance.</i>] Do they! +Good God! . . I'm invited to dinner the day after to-morrow +. . that's Christmas Eve. The hypocrites!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>unmoved.</i>] I shall be there . . that will +have given you two days. Will you tell me then?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>protesting violently.</i>] I can't go to dinner +. . I can't eat with them. I must be ill.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with a half smile.</i>] I remember I went to +dinner at Chislehurst to tell my father of my decision.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>testily.</i>] What decision?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> To remain in the firm when I first knew of +the difficulties.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>interested.</i>] Was I present?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I daresay.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mr. booth</span> <i>stands there, hat, stick and gloves in +hand, shaken by this experience, helpless, at his +wits' end. He falls into a sort of fretful reverie, +speaking half to himself but yet as if he hoped that</i> +<span class="smcap">edward</span>, <i>who is wrapped in his own thoughts, +would have the decency to answer, or at least listen, +to what he is saying</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> Yes, how often I dined with him. Oh, +it was monstrous! [<i>his eyes fall on the clock.</i>] It's nearly +lunch time now. Do you know I still can hardly believe +all this? I wish I hadn't found it out. If he hadn't died +I should never have found it out. I hate to have to be +vindictive . . it's not my nature. Indeed I'm sure I'm +more grieved than angry. But it isn't as if it were a small +sum. And I don't see that one is called upon to forgive +crimes . . or why does the Law exist? I feel that this +will go near to killing me. I'm too old to have such +troubles . . it isn't right. And now if I have to prosecute—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>at last throwing in a word.</i>] You need not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>thankful for the provocation.</i>] Don't +you attempt to influence me, sir.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He turns to go.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> With the money you have left. . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>follows him politely</i>. <span class="smcap">mr. booth</span> <i>flings +the door open</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> Make out a cheque for that at once and +send it me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You could . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. booth.</span> [<i>clapping his hat on, stamping his stick.</i>] I +shall do the right thing, sir, never fear.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>So he marches off in fine style, having, he thinks, had +the last word and all. But</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>closing the +door after him, mutters</i> . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> . . Save your soul! . . I'm afraid I was +going to say.</p> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_FIFTH_ACT_VOYSEY" id="THE_FIFTH_ACT_VOYSEY"></a>THE FIFTH ACT</h3> + +<br /> + +<p class="direct1"><i>Naturally it is the dining room—consecrated as it is +to the distinguishing orgie of the season—which +bears the brunt of what an English household +knows as Christmas decorations. They consist +chiefly of the branches of holly (that unyielding +tree), stuck cock-eyed behind the top edges of the pictures. +The one picture conspicuously not decorated is +that which now hangs over the fireplace, a portrait of</i> +<span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span>, <i>with its new gilt frame and its brassplate +marking it also as a presentation</i>. <span class="smcap">honor</span>, <i>hastily +and at some bodily peril, pulled down the large bunch +of mistletoe, which a callous housemaid had suspended +above it, in time to obviate the shock to family feelings +which such impropriety would cause. Otherwise the +only difference between the dining room's appearance +at half past nine on Christmas eve and on any other +evening in the year is that little piles of queer shaped +envelopes seem to be lying about, while there is +quite a lot of tissue paper and string to be seen peeping +from odd corners. The electric light is reduced to one +bulb, but when the maid opens the door showing in</i> +<span class="smcap">mr. george booth</span> <i>she switches on the rest</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">phoebe.</span> This room is empty, sir. I'll tell Mr. Edward.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She leaves him to fidget towards the fireplace and back, +not removing his comforter or his coat, scarcely +turning down the collar, screwing his cap in his hands. +In a very short time</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>comes in, shutting +the door and taking stock of the visitor before he speaks</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Well?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>feebly.</i>] I hope my excuse for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span> +not coming to dinner was acceptable. I did have . . I +have a very bad headache.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I daresay they believed it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> I have come immediately to tell +you of my decision . . perhaps this trouble will then be a +little more off my mind.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> What is it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> I couldn't think the matter out +alone. I went this afternoon to talk it all over +with my old friend Colpus. [<i>at this news</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span>'s +<i>eyebrows contract and then rise</i>.] What a terrible shock +to him!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Oh, nearly three of his four thousand pounds +are quite safe.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> That you and your father . . you, +whom he baptised . . should have robbed him! I never +saw a man so utterly prostrate with grief. That it should +have been your father! And his poor wife! . . though +she never got on with your father.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with cheerful irony.</i>] Oh, Mrs. Colpus +knows too, does she?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Of course he told Mrs. Colpus. +This is an unfortunate time for the storm to break on him. +What with Christmas Day and Sunday following so close +they're as busy as can be. He has resolved that during +this season of peace and goodwill he must put the matter +from him if he can. But once Christmas is over . . ! +[<i>he envisages the Christian old vicar giving</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>a hell +of a time then</i>.]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>coolly.</i>] So I conclude you mean to prosecute. +For if you don't, you've given the Colpuses a lot of unnecessary +pain . . and inflicted a certain amount of loss +by telling them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>naïvely.</i>] I never thought of +that. No, Edward, I have decided not to prosecute.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>hides his face for a moment</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> And I've been hoping to escape! Well . . +it can't be helped [<i>and he sets his teeth</i>.]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>with touching solemnity.</i>] I +think I could not bear to see the family I have loved brought +to such disgrace.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> So you'll compound my felony?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>a little nervous.</i>] That's only +your joke!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You'll come to no harm.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> On the contrary. And I want to +ask your pardon, Edward, for some of the hard thoughts I +have had of you. I consider this effort of yours to restore +to the firm the credit which your father lost a very striking +one. What improvements have you effected so far?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>wondering what is coming now.</i>] I took the +money that my father left . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> And I suppose you take the +ordinary profits of the firm?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes. It costs me very little to live.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Do you restore to the clients all +round in proportion to the amount they have lost?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>cautiously.</i>] That's the law.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> D'you think that's quite +fair?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> No, I don't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> No, I consider the treachery to +have been blacker in some cases than in others.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>his face brightening a little.</i>] Are you going +to help me in this work of mine?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Surely by consenting not to prosecute +I am doing so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Will you do no more?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Well, as far as my own money is +concerned, this is my proposal. [<i>he coughs and proceeds +very formally.</i>] Considering how absolutely I trusted +your father and believed in him, I think you should<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> +at once return me the balance of my capital that there +is left.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>cold again.</i>] That is being done.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Good. That you should continue +to pay me a fair interest upon the rest of that capital, +which ought to exist and does not. And that you should, +year by year, pay me back by degrees out of the earnings +of the firm as much of that capital as you can afford. We +will agree upon the sum . . say a thousand a year. I +doubt if you can ever restore me all that I have lost, but +do your best and I shan't complain. There . . I think +that is fair dealing!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>does not take his eyes off</i> <span class="smcap">mr. booth</span> <i>until +the whole meaning of this proposition has settled +in his brain. Then, without warning, he goes off +into peals of laughter, much to the alarm of</i> <span class="smcap">mr. +booth</span>, <i>who has never thought him over-sane</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> How funny! How very funny!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Edward, don't laugh.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I never heard anything quite so funny!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Edward, stop laughing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> What will Colpus . . what will all the other +Christian gentlemen demand? Pounds of flesh! Pounds +of flesh!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Don't be hysterical. I demand +what is mine . . in such quantities as you can afford.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward's</span> <i>laughter gives way to the deepest anger +of which he is capable</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I'm giving my soul and body to restoring you +and the rest of you to your precious money bags . . and +you'll wring me dry. Won't you? Won't you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Now be reasonable. Argue the +point quietly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Go to the devil, sir.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>And with that he turns away from the flabbergasted +old gentleman.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Don't be rude.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>his anger vanishing.</i>] I beg your pardon.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> You're excited. Take time to +think of it. I'm reasonable.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>his sense of humour returning.</i>] Most! +Most! [<i>There is a knock at the door.</i>] Come in. Come in.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">honor</span> <i>intrudes an apologetic head</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Am I interrupting business? I'm so sorry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>crowing in a mirthless enjoyment of his joke.</i>] +No! Business is over . . quite over. Come in, Honor.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">honor</span> <i>puts on the table a market basket bulging with +little paper parcels, and, oblivious to</i> <span class="smcap">mr. booth</span>'s +<i>distracted face, tries to fix his attention</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> I thought, dear Mr. Booth, perhaps you +wouldn't mind carrying round this basket of things yourself. +It's so very damp underfoot that I don't want to +send one of the maids out to-night if I can possibly avoid +it . . and if one doesn't get Christmas presents the very +first thing on Christmas morning quite half the pleasure in +them is lost, don't you think?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Yes . . yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> [<i>fishing out the parcels one by one.</i>] This +is a bell for Mrs. Williams . . something she said she +wanted so that you can ring that for her which saves the +maids. Cap and apron for Mary. Cap and apron for +Ellen. Shawl for Davis when she goes out to the larder. +All useful presents. And that's something for you but +you're not to look at it till the morning.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Having shaken each of these at the old gentleman, +she proceeds to re-pack them. He is now trembling +with anxiety to escape before any more of the family +find him there.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Thank you . . thank you! I +hope my lot has arrived. I left instructions . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Quite safely . . and I have hidden +them. Presents are put on the breakfast table to-morrow.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with an inconsequence that still further +alarms</i> <span class="smcap">mr. booth</span>.] When we were all children our +Christmas breakfast was mostly made off chocolates.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Before the basket is packed</i>, <span class="smcap">mrs. voysey</span> <i>sails +slowly into the room, as smiling and as deaf as ever</i>. +<span class="smcap">mr. booth</span> <i>does his best not to scowl at her</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> Are you feeling better, George Booth?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> No. [<i>then he elevates his voice +with a show of politeness.</i>] No, thank you . . I can't say +I am.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> You don't look better.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> I still have my headache. [<i>with +a distracted shout.</i>] Headache.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> Bilious, perhaps! I quite understood +you didn't care to dine. But why not have taken your +coat off? How foolish in this warm room!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> Thank you. I'm just going.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He seizes the market basket. At that moment</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. +hugh</span> <i>appears</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Your shawl, mother. [<i>and she clasps it +round</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. voysey's</span> <i>shoulders</i>.]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> Thank you, Beatrice. I thought I had +it on. [<i>then to</i> <span class="smcap">mr. booth</span> <i>who is now entangled in his +comforter</i>.] A merry Christmas to you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Good evening, Mr. Booth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> I beg your pardon. Good evening, +Mrs. Hugh.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> [<i>with sudden inspiration, to the company in +general.</i>] Why shouldn't I write in here . . now the +table's cleared!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mr. george booth.</span> [<i>sternly, now he is safe by the door.</i>] +Will you see me out, Edward?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He follows the old man and his basket, leaving the +others to distribute themselves about the room. It +is a custom of the female members of the</i> <span class="smcap">voysey</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> +<i>family, especially about Christmas time, to return to +the dining room, when the table has been cleared and +occupy themselves in various ways which require +space and untidiness. Sometimes as the evening +wears on they partake of cocoa, sometimes they +abstain.</i> <span class="smcap">beatrice</span> <i>has a little work-basket, containing +a buttonless glove and such things, which she +is rectifying</i>. <span class="smcap">honor's</span> <i>writing is done with the aid +of an enormous blotting book, which bulges with apparently +a year's correspondence. She sheds its contents +upon the end of the dining table and spreads them +abroad.</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. voysey</span> <i>settles to the fire, opens the +Nineteenth Century and is instantly absorbed in it</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Where's Emily?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> [<i>mysteriously.</i>] Well, Beatrice, she's in the +library talking to Booth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Talking to her husband; good Heavens! +I know she has taken my scissors.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> I think she's telling him about you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> What about me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> You and Hugh.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>with a little movement of annoyance.</i>] I +suppose this is Hugh's fault. It was carefully arranged no +one was to be told till after Christmas.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Emily told me . . and Edward knows . . and +Mother knows . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> I warned Mother a year ago.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Everyone seems to know but Booth . . so I +thought he'd better be told. I suggested one night so that +he might have time to think over it . . but Emily said +that'd wake Alfred. Besides she's nearly always asleep +herself when he comes to bed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Why do they still have that baby in their +room?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Emily considers it her duty.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At this moment</i> <span class="smcap">emily</span> <i>comes in, looking rather</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> +<i>trodden upon</i>. <span class="smcap">honor</span> <i>concludes in the most +audible of whispers</i> . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> Don't say anything . . it's my fault.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>fixing her with a severe forefinger.</i>] Emily . . +have you taken my best scissors?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">emily.</span> [<i>timidly.</i>] No, Beatrice.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">honor.</span> [<i>who is diving into the recesses of the blotting +book.</i>] Oh, here they are! I must have taken them. I do +apologise!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">emily.</span> [<i>more timidly still.</i>] I'm afraid Booth's rather +cross . . he's gone to look for Hugh.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>with a shake of her head.</i>] Honor . . I've +a good mind to make you sew on these buttons for me.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>In comes the Major, strepitant. He takes, so to +speak, just time enough to train himself on</i> <span class="smcap">beatrice</span> +<i>and then fires</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Beatrice, what on earth is this Emily has been +telling me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>with elaborate calm.</i>] Emily, what have +you been telling Booth?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Please . . please do not prevaricate. Where +is Hugh?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> [<i>looking over her spectacles.</i>] What did +you say, Booth?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I want Hugh, Mother.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> I thought you were playing billiards +together.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>strolls back from despatching</i> <span class="smcap">mr. booth</span>, +<i>his face thoughtful</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>insistently.</i>] Edward, where is Hugh?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with complete indifference.</i>] I don't know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>in trumpet tones.</i>] Honor, will you oblige +me by finding Hugh and saying I wish to speak to him, here, +immediately?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">honor</span>, <i>who has leapt at the sound of her name, flies +from the room without a word</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> I know quite well what you want to talk +about, Booth. Discuss the matter by all means if it +amuses you . . but don't shout.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I use the voice Nature has gifted me with, +Beatrice.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>as she searches for a glove button.</i>] Certainly +Nature did let herself go over your lungs.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>glaring round with indignation.</i>] This is a +family matter, otherwise I should not feel it my duty to +interfere . . as I do. Any member of the family has a +right to express an opinion. I want Mother's. Mother, +what do you think?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> [<i>amicably.</i>] What about?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Hugh and Beatrice separating.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> They haven't separated.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> But they mean to.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> Fiddle-de-dee!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I quite agree with you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>with a charming smile.</i>] This reasoning +would convert a stone.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Why have I not been told?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> You have just been told.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>thunderously.</i>] Before.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> The truth is, dear Booth, we're all so afraid +of you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>a little mollified.</i>] Ha . . I should be glad to +think that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>sweetly.</i>] Don't you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>intensely serious.</i>] Beatrice, your callousness +shocks me! That you can dream of deserting Hugh . . a +man of all others who requires constant care and attention.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> May I remark that the separation is as +much Hugh's wish as mine?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I don't believe that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>her eyebrows up.</i>] Really!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I don't imply that you're lying. But you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> +must know that it's Hugh's nature to wish to do anything +that he thinks anybody wishes him to do. All my life I've +had to stand up for him . . and by Jove, I'll continue to +do so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>from the depths of his armchair.</i>] If you'd +taught him to stand up for himself—</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The door is flung almost off its hinges by</i> <span class="smcap">hugh</span> <i>who +then stands stamping and pale green with rage</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Look here, Booth . . I will not have you interfering +with my private affairs. Is one never to be free +from your bullying?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> You ought to be grateful.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Well, I'm not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> This is a family affair.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> It is not!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>at the top of his voice.</i>] If all you can do is to +contradict me, you'd better listen to what I've got to say . . +quietly.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">hugh</span>, <i>quite shouted down, flings himself petulantly +into a chair. A hush falls.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">emily.</span> [<i>in a still small voice.</i>] Would you like me to go, +Booth?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>severely.</i>] No, Emily. Unless anything has +been going on which cannot be discussed before you . . +[<i>then more severely still.</i>] and I hope that is not so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>muttering rebelliously.</i>] Oh, you have the +mind of a . . cheap schoolmaster!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Why do you wish to separate?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> What's the use of telling you? You won't understand.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>who sews on undisturbed.</i>] We don't get +on well together.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>amazedly.</i>] Is that all?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>snapping at him.</i>] Yes, that's all. Can you +find a better reason?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>with brotherly contempt.</i>] I have given up<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span> +expecting common sense from you. But Beatrice—! [<i>his +tone implores her to be reasonable.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> It doesn't seem to me any sort of sense that +people should live together for purposes of mutual irritation.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>protesting.</i>] My dear girl! . . that sounds +like a quotation from your last book.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> It isn't. I do think, Booth, you +might read that book . . for the honour of the +Family.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>successfully side-tracked. .</i> ] I have bought it, +Beatrice, and—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> That's the principal thing, of course—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>. . and discovering it.</i>] But do let us keep to +the subject.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>with flattering sincerity.</i>] Certainly, Booth. +And there is hardly any subject that I wouldn't ask your +advice about. But upon this . . do let me know better. +Hugh and I will be happier apart.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>obstinately.</i>] Why?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>with resolute patience, having vented a +little sigh.</i>] Hugh finds that my opinions distress him. +And I have at last lost patience with Hugh.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> [<i>who has been trying to follow this +through her spectacles.</i>] What does Beatrice say?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>translating into a loud sing-song.</i>] That +she wishes to leave her husband because she has lost +patience!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> [<i>with considerable acrimony.</i>] Then you +must be a very ill-tempered woman. Hugh has a sweet +nature.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>shouting self-consciously.</i>] Nonsense, mother.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>shouting good-humouredly.</i>] I quite agree +with you, mother. [<i>she continues to her husband in an even +just tone.</i>] You have a sweet nature, Hugh, and it is most +difficult to get angry with you. I have been seven years<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> +working up to it. But now that I am angry, I shall never +get pleased again.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The Major returns to his subject, refreshed by a +moment's repose.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> How has he failed in his duty? Tell us. I'm +not bigoted in his favour. I know your faults, Hugh.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He wags his head at</i> <span class="smcap">hugh</span>, <i>who writhes with +irritation</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Why can't you leave them alone . . leave us +alone?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> I'd state my case against Hugh, if I thought +he'd retaliate.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>desperately rounding on his brother.</i>] If I tell +you, you won't understand. You understand nothing! +Beatrice is angry with me because I won't prostitute my +art to make money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>glancing at his wife.</i>] Please don't use +metaphors of that sort.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>reasonably.</i>] Yes, I think Hugh ought to +earn more money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>quite pleased to be getting along at last.</i>] Well, +why doesn't he?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> I don't want money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> You can't say you don't want money any more +than you can say you don't want bread.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>as she breaks off her cotton.</i>] It's when one +has known what it is to be a little short of both . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Now the Major spreads himself and begins to be very +wise, while</i> <span class="smcap">hugh</span>, <i>to whom this is more intolerable +than all, can only clutch his hair</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> You know I never considered Art a very good +profession for you, Hugh. And you won't even stick to +one department of it. It's a profession that gets people +into very bad habits, I consider. Couldn't you take up +something else? You could still do those wood-cuts in +your spare time to amuse yourself.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>commenting on this with two deliberate shouts of +simulated mirth.</i>] Ha! Ha!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>sublimely superior.</i>] Well, it wouldn't much +matter if you didn't do them at all!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>subtly.</i>] Booth, there speaks the true +critic.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>deprecating any title to omniscience.</i>] Well, +I don't pretend to know much about Art but—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> It would matter to me. There speaks the artist.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> The arrogance of the artist!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> We have a right to be arrogant.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Good workmen are humble.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> And look to their wages.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Well, I'm only a workman.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>With that she breaks the contact of this quiet deadly +hopeless little quarrel by turning her head away. +The Major, who has given it most friendly attention, +comments . .</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Of course! Quite so! I'm sure all that is a very +interesting difference of opinion.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey</span> <i>leaves her armchair for her favourite +station at the dining table</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> Booth is the only one of you that I can +hear at all distinctly. But if you two foolish young +people think you want to separate . . try it. You'll soon +come back to each other and be glad to. People can't +fight against Nature for long. And marriage is a natural +state . . once you're married.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>with intense approval.</i>] Quite right, Mother.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> I know.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She resumes the Nineteenth Century. The Major, +to the despair of everybody, makes yet another start; +trying oratory this time.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> My own opinion is, Beatrice and Hugh, that +you don't realise the meaning of the word marriage. I +don't call myself a religious man . . but dash it all, you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span> +were married in church! . . And you then entered upon +an awful compact! . . Surely . . as a woman, Beatrice . . +the religious point of it ought to appeal to you. Good +Lord, suppose everybody were to carry on like this! And +have you considered, Beatrice, that . . whether you're +right or whether you're wrong . . if you desert Hugh, you +cut yourself off from the Family.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>with the sweetest of smiles.</i>] That will +distress me terribly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>not doubting her for a moment.</i>] Of course.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">hugh</span> <i>flings up his head and finds relief at last in +many words</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> I wish to Heaven I'd ever been able to cut myself +off from the family! Look at Trenchard.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>gobbling a little at this unexpected attack.</i>] I +do not forgive Trenchard for quarreling with and deserting +our father.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Trenchard quarreled because that was his only +way of escape.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Escape from what?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> From tyranny! . . from hypocrisy! . . from +boredom! . . from his Happy English Home!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>kindly.</i>] Hugh . . Hugh . . it's no use.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>attempting sarcasm.</i>] Speak so that Mother +can hear you!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>But</i> <span class="smcap">hugh</span> <i>isn't to be stopped now</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Why are we all dull, cubbish, uneducated, +hopelessly middle-class . . that is hopelessly out of date.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>taking this as very personal.</i>] Cubbish!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> . . Because it's the middle-class ideal that you +should respect your parents . . live with them . . think +with them . . grow like them. Natural affection and +gratitude! That's what's expected, isn't it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>not to be obliterated.</i>] Certainly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Keep your children ignorant of all that you +don't know, penniless except for your good pleasure, de<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span>pendent +on you for permission to breathe freely . . and +be sure that their gratitude will be most disinterested, and +affection very natural. If your father's a drunkard or +poor; then perhaps you get free and can form an opinion +or two of your own . . and can love him or hate him as +he deserves. But our father and mother were models. +They did their duty by us . . and taught us ours. +Trenchard escaped, as I say. You took to the Army . . +so of course you've never discovered how behind the times +you are. [<i>the Major is stupent.</i>] I tried to express myself +in art . . and found there was nothing to express . . +I'd been so well brought up. D'you blame me if I +wander about in search of a soul of some sort? And +Honor—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>disputing savagely.</i>] Honor is very happy +at home. Everyone loves her.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> [<i>with fierce sarcasm.</i>] Yes . . what do we call +her? Mother's right hand! I wonder they bothered to +give her a name. By the time little Ethel came they +were tired of training children . . [<i>his voice loses its sting; +he doesn't complete this sentence.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Poor little Ethel . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Poor Ethel!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>They speak as one speaks of the dead, and so the +wrangling stops. Then</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>interposes quietly</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes, Hugh, if we'd been poor . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> I haven't spoken of your fate, Edward. That's +too shameful.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> . . We should at least have learnt how to +spend money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>pathetically.</i>] Really, Edward, need you +attack me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Well . . you're so proud of representing +the family!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> And may I ask what we're discussing now?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Yes, Edward. I knew how to get the greatest<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span> +possible happiness out of a five pound note years +before I had one.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> The first man who saved a sovereign has +made a prisoner of me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>determined to capture the conversation again.</i>] +Has made a . . ?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Will make . . if you understand that better, +Booth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I don't understand it at all. [<i>they leave him +the field.</i>] And why for no earthly reason we must suddenly +open up a—a street, which is very painful . . I really +cannot see. One never knows who may be listening. +[<i>he glances most uneasily towards the door and drops his +voice.</i>] In that unhappy business, Edward, you very +wisely did what we all felt to be your duty. I'm sure we all +hope you have succeeded in your endeavours. But the +least we can do now in respect to our poor father's +memory is to bury the matter in—in decent oblivion. And +please . . please don't talk of prison. I thought you'd +given up that idea long ago. [<i>having dismissed that +subject unopposed, he takes a long breath.</i>] Now we will +return to the original subject of discussion. Hugh, this +question of a separation—</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Past all patience</i>, <span class="smcap">hugh</span> <i>jumps up and flings his +chair back to its place</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Beatrice and I mean to separate. And nothing +you may say will prevent us. The only difficulty in the +way is money. Can we command enough to live apart +comfortably?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Well?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> Well . . we can't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Well?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> So we can't separate.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>speaking with bewilderment.</i>] Then what in +Heaven's name have we been discussing it for?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">hugh.</span> I haven't discussed it! I don't want to discuss<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span> +it! Why can't you mind your own business? Now I'll go +back to the billiard room and my book.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He is gone before the poor Major can recover his +lost breath.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>as he does recover it.</i>] I am not an impatient +man . . but really . . [<i>and then words fail him.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>commenting calmly.</i>] Of course Hugh was +a spoilt child. They grow to hate their parents sooner +than others. He still cries for what he wants. That +makes him a wearisome companion.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>very sulky now.</i>] You married him with +your eyes open, I suppose?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> How few women marry with their eyes open!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> You have never made the best of Hugh.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> I have spared him that indignity.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>vindictively.</i>] I am very glad that you can't +separate.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> As soon as I'm reasonably sure of earning +an income I shall walk off from him.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The Major revives.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> You will do nothing of the sort, Beatrice.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>unruffled.</i>] How will you stop me, Booth?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> I shall tell Hugh he must command you to +stay.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>with a little smile.</i>] Now that might make +a difference. It was one of the illusions of my girlhood +that I should love a man who would master me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Hugh must assert himself.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He begins to walk about, giving some indication of +how it should be done.</i> <span class="smcap">beatrice's</span> <i>smile has +vanished</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Don't think I've enjoyed taking the lead in +everything throughout my married life. But someone had +to plan and scheme and be foreseeing . . we weren't +sparrows or lilies of the field . . someone had to get up +and do something. [<i>she becomes conscious of his strutting</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span> +<i>and smiles rather mischievously.</i>] Ah . . if I'd married +you, Booth!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">booth's</span> <i>face grows beatific</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Well, I must own to thinking that I am a +masterful man . . that is the duty of every man to be so. +[<i>he adds forgivingly.</i>] Poor old Hugh!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>unable to resist temptation.</i>] If I'd tried to +leave you, Booth, you'd have whipped me . . wouldn't +you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> [<i>ecstatically complacent.</i>] Ha . . well . . !</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Do say yes. Think how it'll frighten +Emily.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The Major strokes his moustache and is most +friendly.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">booth.</span> Hugh's been a worry to me all my life. And +now as Head of the Family . . Well, I suppose I'd better +go and give the dear old chap another talking to. I quite +see your point of view, Beatrice.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Why disturb him at his book?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">major booth</span> <i>leaves them, squaring his shoulders as +becomes a lord of creation. The two sisters-in-law go +on with their work silently for a moment; then</i> +<span class="smcap">beatrice</span> <i>adds</i> . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Do you find Booth difficult to manage, +Emily?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">emily.</span> [<i>putting down her knitting to consider the matter.</i>] +No. It's best to allow him to talk himself out. When +he's done that he'll often come to me for advice. +I let him get his own way as much as possible . . or +think he's getting it. Otherwise he becomes so depressed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>quietly amused.</i>] Edward shouldn't hear +this. What has he to do with women's secrets?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I won't tell . . and I'm a bachelor.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">emily.</span> [<i>solemnly as she takes up her knitting again.</i>] +Do you really mean to leave Hugh?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>slightly impatient.</i>] Emily, I've said so.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>They are joined by</i> <span class="smcap">alice maitland</span>, <i>who comes in +gaily</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> What's Booth shouting about in the billiard +room?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">emily.</span> [<i>pained.</i>] On Christmas Eve, too!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Don't you take any interest in my matrimonial +affairs?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey</span> <i>shuts up the Nineteenth Century and +removes her spectacles</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> That's a very interesting article. The +Chinese Empire must be in a shocking state! Is it ten +o'clock yet?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Past.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> [<i>as</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>is behind her</i>.] Can anyone +see the clock?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> It's past ten, Auntie.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> Then I think I'll go to my room.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">emily.</span> Shall I come and look after you, Mother?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> If you'd find Honor for me, +Emily.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">emily</span> <i>goes in search of the harmless necessary</i> <span class="smcap">honor</span> +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. voysey</span> <i>begins her nightly chant of departure</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> Good night, Alice. Good night, Edward.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Good night, Mother.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. voysey.</span> [<i>with sudden severity.</i>] I'm not pleased +with you, Beatrice.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> I'm sorry, Mother.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>But without waiting to be answered the old lady has +sailed out of the room.</i> <span class="smcap">beatrice</span>, <span class="smcap">edward</span>, <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">alice</span> <i>are attuned to each other enough to be able to +talk with ease</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Hugh is right about his family. It'll +never make any new life for itself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> There are Booth's children.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Poor little devils!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>judicially.</i>] Emily is an excellent mother.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Yes . . they'll grow up good men and +women. And one will go into the Army and one into the +Navy and one into the Church . . and perhaps one to the +Devil and the Colonies. They'll serve their country and +govern it and help to keep it like themselves . . dull and +respectable . . hopelessly middle-class. [<i>she puts down +her work now and elevates an oratorical fist.</i>] Genius and +Poverty may exist in England, if they'll hide their heads. +For show days we've our aristocracy. But never let us +forget, gentlemen, that it is the plain solid middle-class +man who has made us . . what we are.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>in sympathetic derision.</i>] Hear hear . . ! +and cries of bravo!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Now, that is out of my book . . the next +one. [<i>she takes up her work again.</i>] You know, Edward . . +without wishing to open up Painful Streets . . however +scandalous it has been, your father left you a man's work to +do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>his face cloudy.</i>] An outlaw's!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>whimsical, after a moment.</i>] I meant that. +At all events you've not had to be your father's right arm . . +or the instrument of justice . . or a representative of the +people . . or anything second hand of that sort, have you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with sudden excitement.</i>] Do you know +what I discovered the other day about [<i>he nods at the +portrait.</i>] . . him?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>enquiring calmly.</i>] Innocence or guilt?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> He saved his firm once . . that was true. A +most capable piece of heroism. Then, fifteen years afterwards +. . he started again.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>greatly interested.</i>] Did he now?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> One can't believe it was merely through +weakness . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>with artistic enthusiasm.</i>] Of course not.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span> +He was a great financier . . a man of imagination. He +had to find scope for his abilities or die. He despised these +fat little clients living so snugly on their unearned incomes . . +and put them and their money to the best use he could.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>shaking his head solemnly.</i>] That's all a +fine phrase for robbery.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">beatrice</span> <i>turns her clever face to him and begins to +follow up her subject keenly</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> My dear Edward . . I understand you've +been robbing your rich clients for the benefit of the poor +ones?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>who hasn't missed a word.</i>] That's true.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>gently.</i>] Well . . we're all a bit in debt +to the poor, aren't we?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Quite so. And you don't possess and your +father didn't possess that innate sense of the sacredness of +property . . . [<i>she enjoys that phrase.</i>] which alone can +make a truly honest man. Nor did the man possess it who +picked my pocket last Friday week . . nor does the tax-gatherer +. . . nor do I. Your father's freedom from +prejudice was tempered by a taste for Power and Display. +Yours is by Charity. But that's all the difference I'll +admit between you. Robbery! . . it's a beautiful word.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>a little pained by as much of this as he +takes to be serious.</i>] I think he might have told me the +truth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> Perhaps he didn't know it! Would you have +believed him?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Perhaps not. But I loved him.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">beatrice</span> <i>looks again at the gentle, earnest face</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> After as well as before?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Yes. And not from mere force of habit +either.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">beatrice.</span> [<i>with reverence in her voice now.</i>] That +should silence a bench of judges. Well . . well . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Her sewing finished, she stuffs the things into her</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span> +<i>basket, gets up in her abrupt unconventional way +and goes without another word. Her brain is +busy with the Voysey Inheritance.</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">alice</span> <i>are left in chairs by the fire, facing each +other like an old domestic couple</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Stay and speak to me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> I want to. Something more serious has +happened since dinner.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I'm glad you can see that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> What is it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with sudden exultation.</i>] The smash has +come . . and not by my fault. Old George Booth—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Has he been here?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Can you imagine it? That old man forced me +into telling him the truth. I told him to take what money +of his there was, and prosecute. He won't prosecute, but +he bargains to take the money . . and further to bleed us, +sovereign by sovereign, as I earn sovereign by sovereign +with the sweat of my soul. I'll see him in his Christian +Heaven first . . the Jew!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>keeping her head.</i>] You can't reason with +him?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> He thinks he has the whip hand and he +means to use it. Also the Vicar has been told . . who +has told his wife. She knows how not to keep a secret. +The smash has come at last.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> So you're glad?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Thankful. My conscience is clear. I've +done my best. [<i>then as usual with him, his fervour +collapses.</i>] And oh, Alice . . has it been worth doing?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>encouragingly.</i>] Half a dozen people pulled +out of the fire.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> If only that isn't found out! I've bungled +this job, Alice. I feared all along I should. It was work +for a strong man . . not for me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Work for a patient man.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You use kind words. But I've never +shirked the truth about myself. My father said mine was +a weak nature. He knew.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> You have a religious nature.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>surprised.</i>] Oh no!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>proceeding to explain.</i>] Therefore you're not +fond of creeds and ceremonies. Therefore . . as the good +things of this wordly world don't satisfy you, you shirk +contact with it all you can. I understand this temptation +to neglect and despise practical things. But if one yields +to it one's character narrows and cheapens. That's a +pity . . but it's so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>his eyes far away.</i>] D'you ever feel that +there aren't enough windows in a house?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>prosaically.</i>] In this weather . . too many.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Well then . . in a house—especially in a big +city—in my office at work, then . . one is out of hearing +of all the music of the world. And when one does get back +to Nature, instead of being all curves to her roundness, one +is all corners.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>smiling at him.</i>] Yes, you love to think idly . . +just as Hugh does. You do it quite well, too. [<i>then +briskly.</i>] Edward, may I scold you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> For that?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Because of that. You're grown to be a sloven +lately . . deliberately letting yourself be unhappy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Is happiness under one's control?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> My friend, you shouldn't neglect your happiness +any more than you neglect to wash your face. Here has +the squalour of your work been making you poor. Because +it was liable to be stopped at any moment uncompleted . . +why should that let your life be incomplete? Edward, for +the last eighteen months you've been more like a moral +portent than a man. You've not had a smile to throw to +a friend . . or an opinion upon any subject. You've +dropped your Volunteering. [<i>he protests.</i>] I know there's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span> +something comic in volunteering . . though Heaven knows +what it is! I suppose you found it out of keeping with +your unhappy fate. And how slack you were in your +politics last November. I don't believe you even voted . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>contrite at this.</i>] That was wrong of me!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Yes, I expect a man to be a good citizen. And +you don't even eat properly.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>With that she completes the accusation and</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> +<i>searches round for a defence</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Alice, it was always an effort with me to do +all those things . . and lately every effort has had to go to +my work.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> You did them . . on principle.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Don't laugh at me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>whispering the awful words.</i>] Then truthfully, +Edward, once upon a time you were a bit of a prig.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with enough sense of humour to whisper +back.</i>] Was I?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> I'm afraid so! But the prig fell ill when your +father died . . and had to be buried in his grave. [<i>Then +her voice rises stirringly.</i>] Oh, don't you see what a blessing +this cursed work was meant to be to you? Why must you +stand stiff against it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>without a smile now.</i>] But lately, Alice, I've +hardly known myself. Once or twice I've lost my temper . . +I've been brutal.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> That's the best news in the world. There's +your own wicked nature coming out. That's what we've +been waiting for . . that's what we want. That's you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>still serious.</i>] I'm sorry for it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Oh, Edward, be a little proud of poor humanity +. . take your own share in it gladly. It so discourages +the rest of us if you don't.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Suddenly he breaks down completely.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> I can't let myself be glad and live. There's +the future to think of. And I'm so afraid of that. I must<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span> +pretend I don't care . . even to myself . . even to you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>her mocking at an end.</i>] What is it you fear +most about the future . . not just the obviously unpleasant +things?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> They'll put me in prison.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Perhaps.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Who'll be the man who comes out?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Yourself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> No, no! I'm a coward. I can't stand alone, +it's too lonely. I need affection . . I need friends. I +cling to people that I don't care for deeply . . just for the +comfort of it. I've no home of my own. Every house +that welcomes me now I like to think of as something of a +home. And I know that this disgrace in store will leave +me for a long time or a short time . . homeless.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>There he sits shaken.</i> <span class="smcap">alice</span> <i>waits a moment, not +taking her eyes from him; then speaks</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> There's something else I want to scold you for. +You've still given up proposing to me. Certainly that +shows a lack of courage . . and of perseverance. Or is it +the loss of what I always considered a very laudable +ambition?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>is hardly able to trust his ears. Then he +looks into her face and his thankfulness frames +itself into a single sentence.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Will you marry me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Yes, Edward.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>For a minute he just holds his breath with happiness. +But he shakes himself free of it, almost +savagely.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> No, no, no, we mustn't be stupid. I'm +sorry I asked for that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>with serene strength.</i>] I'm glad that you want +me. While I live . . where I am will be Home.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>struggling with himself.</i>] No, it's too late. +If you'd said Yes before I came into my inheritance . .<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span> +perhaps I shouldn't have given myself to the work. So be +glad that it's too late. I am.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>happily.</i>] There was never any chance of my +marrying you when you were only a well-principled prig. +I didn't want you . . and I don't believe you really +wanted me. Now you do. And you must always take +what you want.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>turning to her again.</i>] My dear, what +have we to start life upon . . to build our house upon? +Poverty . . and prison for me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>mischievous.</i>] Edward, you seem to think +that all the money in the world was invested in your +precious firm. I have four hundred a year of my own. At +least let that tempt you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>catches her in his arms with a momentary +little burst of passion</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> You're tempting me.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She did not resist, but nevertheless he breaks away +from her, disappointed with himself. She goes +on, quietly, serenely.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Am I? Am I playing upon your senses in any +way? Am I a silly child looking to you for protection in +return for your favour? Shall I hinder or help your life? +If you don't think me your equal as woman to man, we'll +never speak of this again. But if you do . . look at me +and make your choice. To refuse me my work and +happiness in life and to cripple your own nature . . or to +take my hand.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She puts out her hand frankly, as a friend should. +With only a second's thought he, happy too now, takes +it as frankly. Then she sits beside him and quite +cheerfully changes the subject.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Now, referring to the subject of Mr. George +Booth. What will he do?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>responsive though impatient.</i>] He'll do +nothing. I shall be before him.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> What about his proposal?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> That needs no answer.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Yes, it does. I know the temptation to hit back +at him mock-heroically . . it's natural. Well, we'll +consider it done. But he's a silly old man and he doesn't +know what he's talking about. I think we can bargain +with him to keep the firm going somehow . . and if we +can we must.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At this</i> <span class="smcap">edward</span> <i>makes a last attempt to abandon +himself to his troubles</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> No, Alice, no . . let it end here. It has done +for me . . I'm broken. And of course we can't be married +. . that's absurd.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>with firmness enough for two.</i>] We shall be +married. And nothing's broken . . except our pride and +righteousness . . and several other things we're better +without. And now we must break our dignity in to +bargaining.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>struggling in the toils of virtue.</i>] But it'll +be so useless. Colpus'll be round in a day or two to make +his conditions . . he'll tell some intimate friend. They'll +all come after their money like wasps after honey. And +if they know I won't lift a finger in my own defence . . +what sort of mercy will they have?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>triumphantly completing her case.</i>] No, Edward, +if you surrender yourself entirely, you'll find them +powerless against you. You see, you had something to +hope or fear from Mr. Booth . . you hoped in your heart +he'd end your trouble. But when you've conquered that +last little atom of the selfishness which gets in one's way, I +think you'll find you can do what you wish with these +selfish men. [<i>and she adds fervently.</i>] Oh, it's a power so +seldom used. But the man who is able, and cares deeply, +and yet has nothing to hope or fear is all powerful . . even +in little things.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Will nothing ever happen to set me free?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span> +Shall I never be able to rest for a moment . . turn round +and say I've succeeded or I've failed?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> That isn't what matters.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> If they could all meet and agree, they might +syndicate themselves and keep me at it for life.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> What more could you wish for?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Than that dreary round!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> My dear, the world must be put tidy. That's +the work which splendid criminals . . and others leave +about for us poor commonplace people to do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>with a little laugh.</i>] And I don't believe +in Heaven either.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> [<i>close to him.</i>] But there's to be our life. +What's wrong with that?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> My dear, when they put me in prison for +swindling— [<i>he makes the word sound its worst.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> I think they won't. But if they are so stupid . . +I must be very careful.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Of what?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> To avoid false pride. I shall be foolishly +proud of you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> It's good to be praised sometimes . . by +you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> My heart praises you. Good night.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> Good night.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She kisses his forehead. But he puts up his face +like a child, so she bends down and for the first time +their lips meet. Then she steps back from him, +adding happily, with perhaps just a touch of shyness.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">alice.</span> Till to-morrow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">edward.</span> [<i>echoing in gratitude the hope and promise +in her voice.</i>] Till to-morrow.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She leaves him to sit there by the table for a few +moments longer, looking into his future, streaked +as it is to be with trouble and joy. As whose is not? +From above . . from above the mantelpiece, that is to</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span> +<i>say . . the face of the late</i> <span class="smcap">mr. voysey</span> <i>seems to look +down upon his son not unkindly, though with that +curious buccaneering twist of the eyebrows which +distinguished his countenance in life</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +Waste +<br /> +1906-7 +</p> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="WASTE" id="WASTE"></a>WASTE</h3> + +<br /> + +<p>At Shapters, <span class="smcap">george farrant's</span> house in Hertfordshire. +Ten o'clock on a Sunday evening in summer.</p> + +<p class="direct1"><i>Facing you at her piano by the window, from which she +is protected by a little screen, sits</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. farrant</span>; +<i>a woman of the interesting age, clear-eyed and all +her face serene, except for a little pucker of the brows +which shows a puzzled mind upon some important +matters. To become almost an ideal hostess has been +her achievement; and in her own home, as now, this +grace is written upon every movement. Her eyes +pass over the head of a girl, sitting in a low chair by +a little table, with the shaded lamplight falling on her +face. This is</i> <span class="smcap">lucy davenport</span>; <i>twenty-three, undefeated +in anything as yet and so unsoftened. The +book on her lap is closed, for she has been listening +to the music. It is possibly some German philosopher, +whom she reads with a critical appreciation of +his shortcomings. On the sofa near her lounges</i> +<span class="smcap">mrs. o'connell</span>; <i>a charming woman, if by charming +you understand a woman who converts every quality +she possesses into a means of attraction, and has no use +for any others. On the sofa opposite sits</i> <span class="smcap">miss trebell</span>. +<i>In a few years, when her hair is quite grey, +she will assume as by right the dignity of an old maid. +Between these two in a low armchair is</i> <span class="smcap">lady davenport</span>. +<i>She has attained to many dignities.</i> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span> <i>Mother +and grandmother, she has brought into the world +and nourished not merely life but character. A +wonderful face she has, full of proud memories and +fearless of the future. Behind her, on a sofa between +the windows, is</i> <span class="smcap">walter kent</span>. <i>He is just what +the average English father would like his son to be. +You can see the light shooting out through the +windows and mixing with moonshine upon a +smooth lawn. On your left is a door. There are +many books in the room, hardly any pictures, a +statuette perhaps. The owner evidently sets beauty +of form before beauty of colour. It is a woman's +room and it has a certain delicate austerity. By the +time you have observed everything</i>, <span class="smcap">mrs. farrant</span> +<i>has played Chopin's prelude opus 28, number 20 +from beginning to end</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> Thank you, my dear Julia.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> [<i>Protesting.</i>] No more?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> I won't play for a moment longer than +I feel musical.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">miss trebell.</span> Do you think it right, Julia, to finish +with that after an hour's Bach?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> I suddenly came over Chopinesque, +Fanny; . . what's your objection? [<i>as she sits by her.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell</span>. What . . when Bach has raised +me to the heights of unselfishness!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Grimacing sweetly, her eyes only +half lifted.</i>] Does he? I'm glad that I don't understand +him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> [<i>Putting mere prettiness in its +place.</i>] One may prefer Chopin when one is young.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> And is that a reproach or a compliment?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> [<i>Boldly.</i>] I do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Or a man may . . unless he's a +philosopher.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> [<i>To the rescue.</i>] Miss Trebell, +you're very hard on mere humanity.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> [<i>Completing the reproof.</i>] That's +my wretched training as a schoolmistress, Lady Davenport +. . one grew to fear it above all things.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy davenport.</span> [<i>Throwing in the monosyllable +with sharp youthful enquiry.</i>] Why?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> There were no text books on the +subject.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Smiling at her friend.</i>] Yes, Fanny . . +I think you escaped to look after your brother only just +in time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> In another year I might have been +head-mistress, which commits you to approve of the +system for ever.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> [<i>Shaking her wise head.</i>] I've +watched the Education fever take England . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> If I hadn't stopped teaching things +I didn't understand . . !</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Not without mischief.</i>] And what +was the effect on the pupils?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy davenport.</span> I can tell you that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Frances never taught you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy davenport.</span> No, I wish she had. But I was at +her sort of a school before I went to Newnham. I know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> [<i>Very distastefully.</i>] Up-to-date, it +was described as.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy davenport.</span> Well, it was like a merry-go-round +at top speed. You felt things wouldn't look a bit like that +when you came to a standstill.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> And they don't?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy davenport.</span> [<i>With great decision.</i>] Not a +bit.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>In her velvet tone.</i>] I was taught +the whole duty of woman by a parson-uncle who disbelieved +in his Church.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> When a man at Jude's was going to +take orders . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Jude's?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> At Oxford. The dons went very +gingerly with him over bits of science and history.</p> + +<blockquote><p>[<i>This wakes a fruitful thought in</i> <span class="smcap">julia farrant</span>'s +<i>brain</i>.]</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Mamma, have you ever discussed so-called +anti-Christian science with Lord Charles?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> . . Cantelupe?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Yes. It was over appointing a teacher +for the schools down here . . he was staying with us. The +Vicar's his fervent disciple. However, we were consulted.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy davenport.</span> Didn't Lord Charles want you to +send the boys there till they were ready for Harrow?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Quite the last thing in Toryism!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Mamma made George say we were +too <i>nouveau riche</i> to risk it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> [<i>As she laughs.</i>] I couldn't resist that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Catching something of her subject's +dry driving manner.</i>] Lord Charles takes the superior +line and says . . that with his consent the Church may +teach the unalterable Truth in scientific language or +legendary, whichever is easier understanded of the people.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> Is it the prospect of Disestablishment +suddenly makes him so accommodating?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> [<i>With large contempt.</i>] He needn't +be. The majority of people believe the world was made +in an English week.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy davenport.</span> Oh, no!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> No Bishop dare deny it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>From the heights of experience.</i>] Dear +Lucy, do you seriously think that the English spirit—the +nerve that runs down the backbone—is disturbed by new +theology . . or new anything?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> [<i>Enjoying her epigram.</i>] What a +waste of persecution history shows us!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">walter kent</span> <i>now captures the conversation with a +very young politician's fervour</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> Once they're disestablished they must +make up their minds what they do believe.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> I presume Lord Charles thinks +it'll hand the Church over to him and his . . dare I say +'Sect'?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> Won't it? He knows what he wants.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Subtly.</i>] There's the election to come +yet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> But now both parties are pledged to a +bill of some sort.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Political prophecies have a knack of +not coming true; but, d'you know, Cyril Horsham warned +me to watch this position developing . . nearly four years +ago.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Sitting on the opposition bench +sharpens the eye-sight.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> [<i>Ironically.</i>] Has he been pleased with +the prospect?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>With perfect diplomacy.</i>] If the +Church must be disestablished . . better done by its +friends than its enemies.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Still I don't gather he's pleased +with his dear cousin Charles's conduct.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Shrugging.</i>] Oh, lately, Lord Charles +has never concealed his tactics.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> And that speech at Leeds was the +crowning move I suppose; just asking the Nonconformists +to bring things to a head?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Judicially.</i>] I think that was precipitate.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> [<i>Giving them</i> <span class="smcap">lord charles's</span> <i>oratory</i>.] +Gentlemen, in these latter days of Radical opportunism!—You<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> +know, I was there . . sitting next to an old gentleman +who shouted "Jesuit."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> But supposing Mallaby and the +Nonconformists hadn't been able to force the Liberals' +hand?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Speaking as of inferior beings.</i>] +Why, they were glad of any cry going to the Country!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> [<i>As she considers this.</i>] Yes . . +and Lord Charles would still have had as good a chance of +forcing Lord Horsham's. It has been clever tactics.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy davenport.</span> [<i>Who has been listening, sharp-eyed.</i>] +Contrariwise, he wouldn't have liked a Radical Bill +though, would he?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> [<i>With aplomb.</i>] He knew he was safe +from that. The government must have dissolved before +Christmas anyway . . and the swing of the pendulum's a +sure thing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>With her smile.</i>] It's never a sure +thing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> Oh, Mrs. Farrant, look how unpopular +the Liberals are.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> What made them bring in Resolutions?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> [<i>Overflowing with knowledge of the +subject.</i>] I was told Mallaby insisted on their showing +they meant business. I thought he was being too clever +. . and it turns out he was. Tommy Luxmore told +me there was a fearful row in the Cabinet about it. +But on their last legs, you know, it didn't seem to matter, +I suppose. Even then, if Prothero had mustered up an +ounce of tact . . I believe they could have pulled them +through . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Not the Spoliation one.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> Well, Mr. Trebell dished that!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Henry says his speech didn't +turn a vote.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>With charming irony.</i>] How disinterested +of him!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> [<i>Enthusiastic.</i>] That speech did if ever +a speech did.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Is there any record of a speech that +ever did? He just carried his own little following with +him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> But the crux of the whole matter is +and has always been . . what's to be done with the +Church's money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy davenport.</span> [<i>Visualising sovereigns.</i>] A hundred +millions or so . . think of it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> There has been from the start a +good deal of anti-Nonconformist feeling against applying +the money to secular uses.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Deprecating false modesty, on anyone's +behalf.</i>] Oh, of course the speech turned votes . . twenty +of them at least.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy davenport.</span> [<i>Determined on information.</i>] Then +I was told Lord Horsham had tried to come to an understanding +himself with the Nonconformists about Disestablishment—oh—a +long time ago . . over the Education +Bill.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Is that true, Julia?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> How should I know?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> [<i>With some mischief.</i>] You might.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Weighing her words.</i>] I don't think +it would have been altogether wise to make advances. +They'd have asked more than a Conservative government +could possibly persuade the Church to give up.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> I don't see that Horsham's much better +off now. He only turned the Radicals out on the Spoliation +question by the help of Trebell. And so far . . I +mean, till this election is over Trebell counts still as one of +them, doesn't he, Miss Trebell? Oh . . perhaps he +doesn't.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> He'll tell you he never has counted +as one of them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> No doubt Lord Charles would sooner +have done without his help. And that's why I didn't ask +the gentle Jesuit this week-end if anyone wants to know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> [<i>Stupent at this lack of party spirit.</i>] +What . . he'd rather have had the Liberals go to the +country undefeated!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>With finesse.</i>] The election may +bring us back independent of Mr. Trebell and anything +he stands for.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> [<i>Sharply.</i>] But you asked Lord +Horsham to meet him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>With still more finesse.</i>] I had my +reasons. Votes aren't everything.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lady davenport</span><i>has been listening with rather a +doubtful smile; she now caps the discussion</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> I'm relieved to hear you say so, my +dear Julia. On the other hand democracy seems to have +brought itself to a pretty pass. Here's a measure, which +the country as a whole neither demands nor approves +of, will certainly be carried, you tell me, because a minority +on each side is determined it shall be . . for totally +different reasons.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Shrugging again.</i>] It isn't our business +to prevent popular government looking foolish, +Mamma.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> Is that Tory cynicism or feminine?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At this moment</i> <span class="smcap">george farrant</span> <i>comes through +the window; a good-natured man of forty-five. He +would tell you that he was educated at Eton and +Oxford. But the knowledge which saves his life +comes from the thrusting upon him of authority and +experience; ranging from the management of an +estate which he inherited at twenty-four, through +the chairmanship of a newspaper syndicate, through</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span> +<i>a successful marriage, to a minor post in the last +Tory cabinet and the prospect of one in the near-coming +next. Thanks to his agents, editors, permanent +officials, and his own common sense, he always +acquits himself creditably. He comes to his +wife's side and waits for a pause in the conversation.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> I remember Mr. Disraeli once +said to me . . Clever women are as dangerous to the State +as dynamite.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> [<i>Not to be impressed by Disraeli.</i>] +Well, Lady Davenport, if men will leave our intellects +lying loose about . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Blackborough's going, Julia.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Yes, George.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> [<i>Concluding her little apologue to</i> +<span class="smcap">miss trebell</span>.] Yes, my dear, but power without responsibility +isn't good for the character that wields it +either.</p> + +<blockquote><p>[<i>There follows</i> <span class="smcap">farrant</span> <i>through the window a man +of fifty. He has about him that unmistakeable air +of acquired wealth and power which distinguishes +many Jews and has therefore come to be regarded as a +solely Jewish characteristic. He speaks always with +that swift decision which betokens a narrowed view. +This is</i> <span class="smcap">russell blackborough</span>; <i>manufacturer, +politician . . statesman, his own side calls him</i>.]</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>To his hostess.</i>] If I start now, +they tell me, I shall get home before the moon goes down. +I'm sorry I must get back to-night. It's been a most +delightful week-end.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Gracefully giving him a good-bye +hand.</i>] And a successful one, I hope.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> We talked Education for half an hour.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Her eyebrows lifting a shade.</i>] Education!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Then Trebell went away to work.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> I've missed the music, I fear.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> But it's been Bach.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> No Chopin?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> For a minute only.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Why don't these new Italian men +write things for the piano? Good-night, Lady Davenport.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> [<i>As he bows over her hand.</i>] And +what has Education to do with it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Non-committal himself.</i>] Perhaps it +was a subject that compromised nobody.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> Do you think my daughter has been +wasting her time and her tact?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Clapping him on the shoulder.</i>] Blackborough's +frankly flabbergasted at the publicity of this +intrigue.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Intrigue! Mr. Trebell walked across +the House . . actually into your arms.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>With a certain dubious grimness.</i>] +Well . . we've had some very interesting talks since. And +his views upon Education are quite . . Utopian. Good-bye, +Miss Trebell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Good-bye.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> I wouldn't be so haughty till after the +election, if I were you, Mr. Blackborough.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Indifferently.</i>] Oh, I'm glad he's +with us on the Church question . . so far.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> So far as you've made up your minds? +The electoral cat will jump soon.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>A little beaten by such polite cynicism.</i>] +Well . . our conservative principles! After all we know +what they are. Good-night, Mrs. O'Connell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Good-night.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Your neuralgia better?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> By fits and starts.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Robustly.</i>] Come and play billiards. Horsham<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> +and Maconochie started a game. They can neither +of them play. We left them working out a theory of angles +on bits of paper.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> Professor Maconochie lured me on to +golf yesterday. He doesn't suffer from theories about +that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>With approval.</i>] Started life as a +caddie.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> [<i>Pulling a wry face.</i>] So he told me +after the first hole.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> What's this, Kent, about Trebell's +making you his secretary?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> He thinks he'll have me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Almost reprovingly.</i>] No question +of politics?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> More intrigue, Blackborough.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> [<i>With disarming candour.</i>] The truth +is, you see, I haven't any as yet. I was Socialist at +Oxford . . but of course that doesn't count. I think I'd +better learn my job under the best man I can find . . and +who'll have me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Gravely.</i>] What does your father +say?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> Oh, as long as Jack will inherit the +property in a Tory spirit! My father thinks it my wild +oats.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>A Footman has come in.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">the footman.</span> Your car is round, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Ah! Good-night, Miss Davenport. +Good-bye again, Mrs. Farrant . . a charming week-end.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He makes a business-like departure</i>, <span class="smcap">farrant</span> <i>follows +him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">the footman.</span> A telephone message from Dr. Wedgecroft, +ma'am. His thanks; they stopped the express for +him at Hitchin and he has reached London quite +safely.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Thank you.</p> + +<blockquote><p>[<i>The Footman goes out.</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. farrant</span><i>exhales +delicately as if the air were a little refined by</i> <span class="smcap">blackborough</span>'s +<i>removal</i>.]</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Mr. Blackborough and his patent +turbines and his gas engines and what not are the motive +power of our party nowadays, Fanny.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Yes, you claim to be steering +plutocracy. Do you never wonder if it isn't steering you?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. o'connell</span>, <i>growing restless, has wandered +round the room picking at the books in their cases</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> I always like your books, Julia. It's +an intellectual distinction to know someone who has read +them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> That's the Communion I choose.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Aristocrat . . fastidious aristocrat.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> No, now. Learning's a great leveller.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> But Julia . . books are quite +unreal. D'you think life is a bit like them?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> They bring me into touch with . . Oh, +there's nothing more deadening than to be boxed into a set +in Society! Speak to a woman outside it . . she doesn't +understand your language.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> And do you think by prattling +Hegel with Gilbert Wedgecroft when he comes to physic +you—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Joyously.</i>] Excellent physic that is. +He never leaves a prescription.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> Don't you think an aristocracy of +brains is the best aristocracy, Miss Trebell?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> [<i>With a little more bitterness than +the abstraction of the subject demands.</i>] I'm sure it is just +as out of touch with humanity as any other . . more so, +perhaps. If I were a country I wouldn't be governed by +arid intellects.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Manners, Frances.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> I'm one myself and I know. +They're either dead or dangerous.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">george farrant</span> <i>comes back and goes straight to</i> +<span class="smcap">mrs. o'connell</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Still robustly.</i>] Billiards, Mrs. O'Connell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Declining sweetly.</i>] I think not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Billiards, Lucy?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy davenport.</span> [<i>As robust as he.</i>] Yes, Uncle +George. You shall mark while Walter gives me twenty-five +and I beat him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> [<i>With a none-of-your-impudence air.</i>] +I'll give you ten yards start and race you to the billiard +room.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy davenport.</span> Will you wear my skirt? Oh . . +Grandmamma's thinking me vulgar.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> [<i>Without prejudice.</i>] Why, my dear, +freedom of limb is worth having . . and perhaps it fits +better with freedom of tongue.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>In the proper avuncular tone.</i>] I'll play +you both . . and I'd race you both if you weren't so disgracefully +young.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell</span><i> has reached an open window</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> I shall go for a walk with my +neuralgia.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Poor thing!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> The moon's good for it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy davenport.</span> Shall you come, Aunt Julia?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>In flat protest.</i>] No, I will not sit +up while you play billiards.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. o'connell</span> <i>goes out through the one window, +stands for a moment, wistfully romantic, gazing at +the moon, then disappears</i>. <span class="smcap">farrant</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">walter +kent</span> <i>are standing at the other, looking across the +lawn</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Horsham still arguing with Maconochie. +They're got to Botany now.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter kent.</span> Demonstrating something with a . . +what's that thing?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">walter</span> <i>goes out</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>With a throw of his head towards the distant</i> +<span class="smcap">horsham</span>.] He was so bored with our politics . . +having to give his opinion too. We could just hear your +piano.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>And he follows</i> <span class="smcap">walter</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Take Amy O'Connell that lace thing, +will you, Lucy?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy davenport.</span> [<i>Her tone expressing quite wonderfully +her sentiments towards the owner.</i>] Don't you think she'd +sooner catch cold?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She catches it up and follows the two men; then after +looking round impatiently, swings off in the direction</i> +<span class="smcap">mrs. o'connell</span> <i>took. The three women now +left together are at their ease.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Did you expect Mr. Blackborough +to get on well with Henry?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> He has become a millionaire by +appreciating clever men when he met them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> Yes, Julia, but his political conscience +is comparatively new-born.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Well, Mamma, can we do without Mr. +Trebell?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> Everyone seems to think you'll +come back with something of a majority.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>A little impatient.</i>] What's the good +of that? The Bill can't be brought into the Lords . . and +who's going to take Disestablishment through the Commons +for us? Not Eustace Fowler . . not Mr. Blackborough +. . not Lord Charles . . not George!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> [<i>Warningly.</i>] Not all your brilliance +as a hostess will keep Mr. Trebell in a Tory Cabinet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>With wilful avoidance of the point.</i>] +Cyril Horsham is only too glad.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> Because you tell him he ought +to be.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> [<i>Coming to the rescue.</i>] There is +this. Henry has never exactly called himself a Liberal. +He really is elected independently.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> I wonder will all the garden-cities +become pocket-boroughs.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> I think he has made a mistake.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> It makes things easier now . . his +having kept his freedom.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> I think it's a mistake to stand +outside a system. There's an inhumanity in that +amount of detachment . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Brilliantly.</i>] I think a statesman may +be a little inhuman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> [<i>With keenness.</i>] Do you mean +superhuman? It's not the same thing, you know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> I know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> Most people don't know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Proceeding with her cynicism.</i>] Humanity +achieves . . what? Housekeeping and children.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> As far as a woman's concerned.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>A little mockingly.</i>] Now, Mamma, +say that is as far as a woman's concerned.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> My dear, you know I don't think +so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> We may none of us think so. But +there's our position . . bread and butter and a certain +satisfaction until . . Oh, Mamma, I wish I were like +you . . beyond all the passions of life.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> [<i>With great vitality.</i>] I'm nothing +of the sort. It's my egoism's dead . . that's an intimation +of mortality.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> I accept the snub. But I wonder what +I'm to do with myself for the next thirty years.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Help Lord Horsham to govern the +country.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">julia farrant</span> <i>gives a little laugh and takes up the +subject this time</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Mamma . . how many people, do +you think, believe that Cyril's <i>grande passion</i> for me takes +that form?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> Everyone who knows Cyril and +most people who know you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Otherwise I seem to have fulfilled my +mission in life. The boys are old enough to go to school. +George and I have become happily unconscious of each +other.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> [<i>With sudden energy of mind.</i>] +Till I was forty I never realised the fact that most +women must express themselves through men.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Looking at</i> <span class="smcap">frances</span> <i>a little curiously</i>.] +Didn't your instinct lead you to marry . . or did you fight +against it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> I don't know. Perhaps I had no +vitality to spare.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> That boy is a long time proposing +to Lucy.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>This effectually startles the other two from their +conversational reverie.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Walter? I'm not sure that he means +to. She means to marry him if he does.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Has she told you so?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> No. I judge by her business-like +interest in his welfare.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> He's beginning to feel the responsibility +of manhood . . doesn't know whether to be frightened +or proud of it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> It's a pretty thing to watch young +people mating. When they're older and marry from +disappointment or deliberate choice, thinking themselves +so worldly-wise . .</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Back to her politely cynical mood.</i>] +Well . . then at least they don't develop their differences +at the same fire-side, regretting the happy time when +neither possessed any character at all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> [<i>Giving a final douche of common +sense.</i>] My dear, any two reasonable people ought to be +able to live together.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Granted three sitting rooms. +That'll be the next middle-class political cry . . when +women are heard.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Suddenly as practical as her mother.</i>] +Walter's lucky . . Lucy won't stand any nonsense. She'll +have him in the Cabinet by the time he's fifty.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> And are you the power behind your +brother, Miss Trebell?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> [<i>Gravely.</i>] He ignores women. +I've forced enough good manners on him to disguise the +fact decently. His affections are two generations +ahead.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> People like him in an odd sort of way.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> That's just respect for work done . . +one can't escape from it.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>There is a slight pause in their talk. By some not +very devious route</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. farrant's</span> <i>mind travels to +the next subject</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Fanny . . how fond are you of Amy +O'Connell?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> She says we're great friends.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> She says that of me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> It's a pity about her husband.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Almost provokingly.</i>] What about him?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> It seems to be understood that he +treats her badly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> [<i>A little malicious.</i>] Is there any +particular reason he should treat her well?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Don't you like her, Lady Davenport?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> [<i>Dealing out justice.</i>] I find her +quite charming to look at and talk to . . but why shouldn't +Justin O'Connell live in Ireland for all that? I'm going to +bed, Julia.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She collects her belongings and gets up.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> I must look in at the billiard room.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> I won't come, Julia.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> What's your brother working at?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> I don't know. Something we +shan't hear of for a year, perhaps.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> On the Church business, I daresay.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Did you hear Lord Horsham at +dinner on the lack of dignity in an irreligious state?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Poor Cyril . . he'll have to find a way +round that opinion of his now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Does he like leading his party?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>After due consideration.</i>] It's an intellectual +exercise. He's the right man, Fanny. You see +it isn't a party in the active sense at all, except now and +then when it's captured by someone with an axe to grind.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> [<i>Humorously.</i>] Such as my brother.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>As humorous.</i>] Such as your brother. +It expresses the thought of the men who aren't taken in by +the claptrap of progress.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> Sometimes they've a queer way of +expressing their love for the people of England.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> But one must use democracy. Wellington +wouldn't . . Disraeli did.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lady davenport.</span> [<i>At the door.</i>] Good-night, Miss +Trebell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances trebell.</span> I'm coming . . it's past eleven.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>At the window.</i>] What a gorgeous +night! I'll come in and kiss you, Mamma.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">frances</span> <i>follows</i> <span class="smcap">lady davenport</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. farrant</span> +<i>starts across the lawn to the billiard room</i> . .<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span> +<i>An hour later you can see no change in the room +except that only one lamp is alight on the table in +the middle.</i> <span class="smcap">amy o'connell</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">henry trebell</span> +<i>walk past one window and stay for a moment in the +light of the other. Her wrap is about her shoulders. +He stands looking down at her.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> There goes the moon . . it's quieter +than ever now. [<i>She comes in.</i>] Is it very late?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>As he follows.</i>] Half-past twelve.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>is hard-bitten, brainy, forty-five and very +sure of himself. He has a cold keen eye, which +rather belies a sensitive mouth; hands which can +grip, and a figure that is austere.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> I ought to be in bed. I suppose +everyone has gone.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Early trains to-morrow. The billiard room +lights are out.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> The walk has just tired me comfortably.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Sit down. [<i>She sits by the table. He sits +by her and says with the air of a certain buyer at a market.</i>] +You're very pretty.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> As well here as by moonlight? Can't +you see any wrinkles?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> One or two . . under the eyes. But they +give character and bring you nearer my age. Yes, +Nature hit on the right curve in making you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She stretches herself cat-like.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Praise is the greatest of luxuries, isn't +it, Henry? . . Henry . . [<i>she caresses the name.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Quite right . . Henry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Henry . . Trebell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Having formally taken possession of my +name . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> I'll go to bed.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>His eyes have never moved from her. Now she +breaks the contact and goes towards the door.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I wouldn't . . my spare time for love +making is so limited.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She turns back, quite at ease, her eyes challenging him.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> That's the first offensive thing you've +said.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Why offensive?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> I may flirt. Making love's another +matter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Sit down and explain the difference . . Mrs. +O'Connell.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She sits down.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Quite so. 'Mrs. O'Connell'. That's +the difference.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Provokingly.</i>] But I doubt if I'm interested +in the fact that your husband doesn't understand you and +that your marriage was a mistake . . and how hard you +find it to be strong.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Kindly.</i>] I'm not quite a fool +though you think so on a three months' acquaintance. But +tell me this . . what education besides marriage does a +woman get?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>His head lifting quickly.</i>] Education . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Don't be business-like.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I beg your pardon.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Do you think the things you like to +have taught in schools are any use to one when one comes +to deal with you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>After a little scrutiny of her face.</i>] Well, +if marriage is only the means to an end . . what's the end? +Not flirtation.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>With an air of self-revelation.</i>] I +don't know. To keep one's place in the world, I suppose, +one's self-respect and a sense of humour.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Is that difficult?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> To get what I want, without paying +more than it's worth to me . . ?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Never to be reckless.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>With a side-glance.</i>] One isn't so +often tempted.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> In fact . . to flirt with life generally. Now, +what made your husband marry you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Dealing with the impertinence in her +own fashion.</i>] What would make you marry me? Don't +say: Nothing on earth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Speaking apparently of someone else.</i>] A +prolonged fit of idleness might make me marry . . a clever +woman. But I've never been idle for more than a week. +And I've never met a clever woman . . worth calling a +woman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Bringing their talk back to herself, +and fastidiously.</i>] Justin has all the natural instincts.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> He's Roman Catholic, isn't he?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> So am I . . by profession.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> It's a poor religion unless you really believe +in it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Appealing to him.</i>] If I were to live +at Linaskea and have as many children as God sent, +I should manage to make Justin pretty miserable! +And what would be left of me at all I should like to +know?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> So Justin lives at Linaskea alone?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> I'm told now there's a pretty housemaid . . [<i>she +shrugs.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Does he drink too?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Oh, no. You'd like Justin, I daresay. +He's clever. The thirteenth century's what he knows +about. He has done a book on its statutes . . has been +doing another.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> And after an evening's hard work I find you +here ready to flirt with.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> What have you been working at?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> A twentieth century statute perhaps. That's +not any concern of yours either.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She does not follow his thought.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> No, I prefer you in your unprofessional +moments.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Real flattery. I didn't know I had any.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> That's why you should flirt with me . . +Henry . . to cultivate them. I'm afraid you lack imagination.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> One must choose something to lack in this +life.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Not develop your nature to its utmost +capacity.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> And then?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Well, if that's not an end in itself . . +[<i>With a touch of romantic piety.</i>] I suppose there's the +hereafter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Grimly material.</i>] What, more developing! +I watch people wasting time on themselves with amazement +. . I refuse to look forward to wasting eternity.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Shaking her head.</i>] You are very +self-satisfied.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Not more so than any machine that runs +smoothly. And I hope not self-conscious.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Rather attractively treating him as a +child.</i>] It would do you good to fall really desperately +in love with me . . to give me the power to make you +unhappy.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He suddenly becomes very definite.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> At twenty-three I engaged myself to be +married to a charming and virtuous fool. I broke it off.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Did she mind much?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> We both minded. But I had ideals of +womanhood that I wouldn't sacrifice to any human being. +Then I fell in with a woman who seduced me, and for a +whole year led me the life of a French novel . . played<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span> +about with my emotion as I had tortured that other poor +girl's brains. Education you'd call it in the one case as I +called it in the other. What a waste of time!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> And what has become of your +ideal?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Relapsing to his former mood.</i>] It's no +longer a personal matter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>With coquetry.</i>] You're not interested +in my character?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Oh, yes, I am . . up to kissing point.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She does not shrink, but speaks with just a shade of +contempt.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> You get that far more easily than a +woman. That's one of my grudges against men. Why +can't women take love-affairs so lightly?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> There are reasons. But make a good +beginning with this one. Kiss me at once.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He leans towards her. She considers him quite +calmly.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> When will you, then?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> When I can't help myself . . if that +time ever comes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Accepting the postponement in a business-like +spirit.</i>] Well . . I'm an impatient man.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Confessing engagingly.</i>] I made up +my mind to bring you within arms' length of me when we'd +met at Lady Percival's. Do you remember? [<i>His face +shows no sign of it.</i>] It was the day after your speech on +the Budget.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Then I remember. But I haven't observed +the process.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Subtly.</i>] Your sister grew to like me +very soon. That's all the cunning there has been.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> The rest is just mutual attraction?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> And opportunities.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Such as this.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At the drop of their voices they become conscious of +the silent house.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Do you really think everyone has gone +to bed?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Disregardful.</i>] And what is it makes my +pressing attentions endurable . . if one may ask?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Some spiritual need or other, I suppose, +which makes me risk unhappiness . . in fact, welcome +it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With great briskness.</i>] Your present need +is a good shaking . . I seriously mean that. You get to +attach importance to these shades of emotion. A slight +physical shock would settle them all. That's why I asked +you to kiss me just now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> You haven't very nice ideas, have you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> There are three facts in life that call up +emotion . . Birth, Death, and the Desire for Children. +The niceties are shams.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Then why do you want to kiss me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I don't . . seriously. But I shall in a +minute just to finish the argument. Too much diplomacy +always ends in a fight.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> And if I don't fight . . it'd be no +fun for you, I suppose?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> You would get that much good out of me. +For it's my point of honour . . to leave nothing I touch as +I find it.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He is very close to her.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> You're frightening me a little . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Come and look at the stars again. Come +along.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Give me my wrap . . [<i>He takes it up, +but holds it.</i>] Well, put it on me. [<i>He puts it round her, +but does not withdraw his arms.</i>] Be careful, the stars +are looking at you.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> No, they can't see so far as we can. That's +the proper creed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Softly, almost shyly.</i>] Henry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Bending closer to her.</i>] Yes, pretty thing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Is this what you call being in love?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He looks up and listens.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Here's somebody coming.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Oh! . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> What does it matter?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> I'm untidy or something . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She slips out, for they are close to the window. The</i> +<span class="smcap">footman</span> <i>enters, stops suddenly</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">the footman.</span> I beg your pardon, sir. I thought +everyone had gone.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I've just been for a walk. I'll lock up if +you like.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">the footman.</span> I can easily wait up, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>At the window.</i>] I wouldn't. What do +you do . . just slide the bolt?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">the footman.</span> That's all, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I see. Good-night.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">the footman.</span> Good-night, sir.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He goes.</i> <span class="smcap">trebell's</span> <i>demeanour suddenly changes, +becomes alert, with the alertness of a man doing +something in secret. He leans out of the window and +whispers.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Amy!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>There is no answer, so he gently steps out. For a +moment the room is empty and there is silence. +Then</i> <span class="smcap">amy</span> <i>has flown from him into the safety of +lights. She is flushed, trembling, but rather ecstatic, +and her voice has lost all affectation now.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Oh . . oh . . you shouldn't have +kissed me like that!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>stands in the window-way; a light in his +eyes, and speaks low but commandingly</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Come here.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Instinctively she moves towards him. They speak +in whispers.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> He was locking up.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I've sent him to bed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> He won't go.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Never mind him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> We're standing full in the light . . +anyone could see us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With fierce egotism.</i>] Think of me . . not +of anyone else. [<i>He draws her from the window; then +does not let her go.</i>] May I kiss you again?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Her eyes closed.</i>] Yes.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He kisses her. She stiffens in his arms; then +laughs almost joyously, and is commonplace.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Well . . let me get my breath.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Letting her stand free.</i>] Now . . go along.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Obediently she turns to the door, but sinks on the +nearest chair.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> In a minute, I'm a little faint. [<i>He +goes to her quickly.</i>] No, it's nothing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Come into the air again. [<i>Then half +seriously.</i>] I'll race you across the lawn.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Still breathless and a little hysterical.</i>] +Thank you!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Shall I carry you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Don't be silly. [<i>She recovers her +self-possession, gets up and goes to the window, then looks +back at him and says very beautifully.</i>] But the night's +beautiful, isn't it?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He has her in his arms again, more firmly this +time.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Make it so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Struggling . . with herself.</i>] Oh, +why do you rouse me like this?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Because I want you.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Want me to . . ?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Want you to . . kiss me just once.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> [<i>Yielding.</i>] If I do . . don't let me +go mad, will you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Perhaps. [<i>He bends over her, her head drops +back.</i>] Now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy o'connell.</span> Yes!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She kisses him on the mouth. Then he would +release her, but suddenly she clings again.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p>Oh . . don't let me go.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With fierce pride of possession.</i>] Not yet.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She is fragile beside him. He lifts her in his arms +and carries her out into the darkness.</i></p></blockquote> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_SECOND_ACT_WASTE" id="THE_SECOND_ACT_WASTE"></a>THE SECOND ACT</h3> + +<br /> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell's</span> house in Queen Anne Street, London. Eleven +o'clock on an October morning.</p> + +<p class="direct1"><span class="smcap">trebell's</span> <i>working room is remarkable chiefly for the love +of sunlight it evidences in its owner. The walls are +white; the window which faces you is bare of all but +the necessary curtains. Indeed, lack of draperies +testifies also to his horror of dust. There faces you +besides a double door; when it is opened another door +is seen. When that is opened you discover a writing +table, and beyond can discern a book-case filled with +heavy volumes—law reports perhaps. The little +room beyond is, so to speak, an under-study. Between +the two rooms a window, again barely curtained, +throws light down the staircase. But in the +big room, while the books are many the choice of +them is catholic; and the book-cases are low, running +along the wall. There is an armchair before the +bright fire, which is on your right. There is a sofa. +And in the middle of the room is an enormous +double writing table piled tidily with much appropriate +impedimenta, blue books and pamphlets and with +an especial heap of unopened letters and parcels. +At the table sits</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>himself, in good health +and spirits, but eyeing askance the work to which he +has evidently just returned. His sister looks in on +him. She is dressed to go out and has a housekeeping +air.</i></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Are you busy, Henry?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> More or less. Come in.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> You'll dine at home?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Anyone coming?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Julia Farrant and Lucy have run up to +town, I think. I thought of going round and asking +them to come in . . but perhaps your young man will +be going there. Amy O'Connell said something vague +about our going to Charles Street . . but she may be out +of town by now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Well . . I'll be in anyhow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Going to the window as she buttons her +gloves.</i>] Were you on deck early this morning? It must +have been lovely.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> No, I turned in before we got out of le Havre. +I left Kent on deck and found him there at six.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> I don't think autumn means to come at all +this year . . it'll be winter one morning. September +has been like a hive of bees, busy and drowsy. By the way, +Cousin Mary has another baby . . a girl.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Indifferent to the information.</i>] That's the +fourth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Fifth. They asked me down for the +christening . . but I really couldn't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> September's the month for Tuscany. The +car chose to break down one morning just as we were +starting North again: so we climbed one of the little hills +and sat for a couple of hours, while I composed a fifteenth +century electioneering speech to the citizens of Siena.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>With a half smile.</i>] Have you a vein of +romance for holiday time?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Dispersing the suggestion.</i>] Not at all +romantic . . nothing but figures and fiscal questions. +That was the hardest commercial civilisation there has +been, though you only think of its art and its murders now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> The papers on both sides have been very<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span> +full of you . . saying you hold the moral balance . . +or denying it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> An interviewer caught me at Basle. I offered +to discuss the state of the Swiss navy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Was that before Lord Horsham wrote to you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes, his letter came to Innsbruck. He +"expressed" it somehow. Why . . it isn't known that +he will definitely ask me to join?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> The Whitehall had a leader before the +Elections were well over to say that he must . . but, of +course, that was Mr. Farrant.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Knowingly.</i>] Mrs. Farrant. I saw it in +Paris . . it just caught me up.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> The Times is very shy over the whole +question . . has a letter from a fresh bishop every day . . +doesn't talk of you very kindly yet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Tampering with the Establishment, even +Cantelupe's way, will be a pill to the real old Tory right +to the bitter end.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">walter kent</span><i> comes in, very fresh and happy-looking. +A young man started in life</i>, <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>hails him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Hullo . . you've not been long getting shaved.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> How do you do, Miss Trebell? Lucy turned me +out.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> My congratulations. I've not seen you since +I heard the news.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> [<i>Glad and unembarrassed.</i>] Thank you. I do +deserve them, don't I? Mrs. Farrant didn't come down . . +she left us to breakfast together. But I've a message for +you . . her love and she is in town. I went and saw +Lord Charles, sir. He will come to you and be here at +half past eleven.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Look at these.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He smacks on the back, so to speak, the pile of +parcels and letters.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> Oh, lord! . . I'd better start on them.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Continuing in her smooth oldmaidish manner.</i>] +Thank you for getting engaged just before you +went off with Henry . . it has given me my only news +of him, through Lucy and your postcards.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Oh, what about Wedgecroft?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> I think it was he spun up just as I'd been let in.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Oh, well . . [<i>And he rings at the telephone +which is on his table.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> [<i>Confiding in miss trebell.</i>] We're a common +sense couple, aren't we? I offered to ask to stay behind but +she . . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">simpson</span>, <i>the maid, comes in</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">simpson.</span> Dr. Wedgecroft, sir.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span> <i>is on her heels. If you have an eye for +essentials you may tell at once that he is a doctor, but +if you only notice externals you will take him for +anything else. He is over forty and in perfect +health of body and spirit. His enthusiasms are his +vitality and he has too many of them ever to lose one. +He squeezes</i> <span class="smcap">miss trebell's</span> <i>hand with an air of +fearless affection which is another of his characteristics +and not the least loveable</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> How are you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> I'm very well, thanks.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span>, <i>as they shake hands</i>.] +You're looking fit.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With tremendous emphasis.</i>] I am!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> You've got the motor eye though.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Full of dust?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Look at Kent's. [<i>He takes</i> <span class="smcap">walter</span>'s +<i>arm</i>.] It's a slight but serious contraction of the pupil . . +which I charge fifty guineas to cure.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> It's the eye of faith in you and your homeopathic +doses. Don't you interfere with it.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">frances trebell</span>, <i>housekeeper, goes out</i>. <span class="smcap">kent</span> <i>has +seized on the letters and is carrying them to his room</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> This looks like popularity and the great heart +of the people, doesn't it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Trebell, you're not ill, and I've work to +do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I want ten minutes. Keep anybody out, +Kent.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> I'll switch that speaking tube arrangement to my +room.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span>, <i>overflowing with vitality, starts to pace the +floor</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I've seen the last of Pump Court, Gilbert.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> The Bar ought to give you a testimonial +. . to the man who not only could retire on twenty +years' briefs, but <b>has</b>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Fifteen. But I bled the City sharks with a +good conscience . . quite freely.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>With a pretence at grumbling.</i>] I wish +I could retire.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> No you don't. Doctoring's a priestcraft . . +you've taken vows.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Then why don't you establish <b>our</b> +church instead of . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes, my friend . . but you're a heretic. I'd +have to give the Medical Council power to burn you at +the stake.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> [<i>With the book packages.</i>] Parcel from the +S. P. C. K., sir.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I know . . Disestablishment a crime against +God; sermon preached by the Vicar of something +Parva in eighteen seventy three. I hope you're aware +it's your duty to read all those.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> Suppose they convert me? Lucy wanted to +know if she could see you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>His eyebrows up.</i>] Yes, I'll call at Mrs. +Farrant's. Oh, wait. Aren't they coming to dinner?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> To-night? No, I think they go back to Shapters<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span> +by the five o'clock. I told her she might come round +about twelve on the chance.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes . . if Cantelupe's punctual . . I'd sooner +not have too long with him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> All right, then.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He goes, shutting the door; then you hear the door +of his room shut too. The two friends face each +other, glad of a talk.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Well?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Well . . you'll never do it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes, I shall.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> You can't carry any bill to be a credit +to you with the coming Tory cabinet on your back. You +know the Government is cursing you with its dying breath.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Rubbing his hands.</i>] Of course. They've +been beaten out of the House and in now. I suppose they +will meet Parliament.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> They must, I think. It's over a month +since—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>His thoughts running quickly.</i>] There'll +only be a nominal majority of sixteen against them. The +Labour lot are committed on their side . . and now that +the Irish have gone—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> But they'll be beaten on the Address +first go.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes . . Horsham hasn't any doubt of it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> He'll be in office within a week of the +King's speech.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With another access of energy.</i>] I'll pull +the bill that's in my head through a Horsham cabinet +and the House. Then I'll leave them . . they'll go to +the country—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> You know Percival's pledge about that +at Bristol wasn't very definite.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Horsham means to.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>With friendly contempt.</i>] Oh, Horsham!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Anyway, it's about Percival I want you. +How ill is he?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Not very.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Is he going to die?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Well, I'm attending him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Pinked.</i>] Yes . . that's a good answer. +How does he stomach me in prospect as a colleague, so far?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Sir, professional etiquette forbids me +to disclose what a patient may confess in the sweat of +his agony.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> He'll be Chancellor again and lead the +House.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Why not? He only grumbles that he's +getting old.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Thinking busily again.</i>] The difficulty is I +shall have to stay through one budget with them. He'll +have a surplus . . well, it looks like it . . and my only +way of agreeing with him will be to collar it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> But . . good heavens! . . you'll have a +hundred million or so to give away when you've disendowed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Not to give away. I'll sell every penny.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>With an incredulous grin.</i>] You're +not going back to extending old-age pensions after turning +the unfortunate Liberals out on it, are you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> No, no . . none of your half crown measures. +They can wait to round off their solution of that till they've +the courage to make one big bite of it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> We shan't see the day.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Lifting the subject off its feet.</i>] Not if I +come out of the cabinet and preach revolution?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Or will they make a Tory of you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Acknowledging that stroke with a return grin.</i>] +It'll be said they have when the bill is out.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> It's said so already.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Who knows a radical bill when he sees it!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I'm not pleased you have to be running +a tilt against the party system. [<i>He becomes a little +dubious.</i>] My friend . . it's a nasty windmill. Oh, +you've not seen that article in the Nation on Politics and +Society . . it's written at Mrs. Farrant and Lady Lurgashall +and that set. They hint that the Tories would never +have had you if it hadn't been for this bad habit of opposite +party men meeting each other.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Unimpressed.</i>] Excellent habit! What we +really want in this country is a coalition of all the shibboleths +with the rest of us in opposition . . for five years +only.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Smiling generously.</i>] Well, it's a sensation +to see you become arbiter. The Tories are owning +they can't do without you. Percival likes you personally +. . Townsend don't matter . . Cantelupe you buy +with a price, I suppose . . Farrant you can put in your +pocket. I tell you I think the man you may run up against +is Blackborough.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> No, all he wants is to be let look big . . and +to have an idea given him when he's going to make a +speech, which isn't often.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Otherwise . . I suppose . . now I may +go down to history as having been in your confidence. +I'm very glad you've arrived.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With great seriousness.</i>] I've sharpened +myself as a weapon to this purpose.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Kindly.</i>] And you're sure of yourself, +aren't you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Turning his wrist.</i>] Try.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Slipping his doctor's fingers over the +the pulse.</i>] Seventy, I should say.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I promise you it hasn't varied a beat these +three big months.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Well, I wish it had. Perfect balance +is most easily lost. How do you know you've the power of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span> +recovery? . . and it's that gets one up in the morning +day by day.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Is it? My brain works steadily on . . hasn't +failed me yet. I keep it well fed. [<i>He breathes deeply.</i>] +But I'm not sure one shouldn't have been away from England +for five years instead of five weeks . . to come back +to a job like this with a fresh mind. D'you know why +really I went back on the Liberals over this question? +Not because they wanted the church money for their pensions +. . but because all they can see in Disestablishment is +destruction. Any fool can destroy! I'm not going to let a +power like the Church get loose from the State. A thirteen +hundred years' tradition of service . . and all they can +think of is to cut it adrift!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I think the Church is moribund.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Oh, yes, of course you do . . you sentimental +agnostic anarchist. Nonsense! The supernatural's a bit +blown upon . . till we re-discover what it means. But +it's not essential. Nor is the Christian doctrine. Put a +Jesuit in a corner and shut the door and he'll own that. +No . . the tradition of self-sacrifice and fellowship in +service for its own sake . . that's the spirit we've to capture +and keep.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Really struck.</i>] A secular Church!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With reasoning in his tone.</i>] Well . . why +not? Listen here. In drafting an act of Parliament one +must alternately imagine oneself God Almighty and the +most ignorant prejudiced little blighter who will be +affected by what's passed. God says: Let's have done +with Heaven and Hell . . it's the Earth that shan't pass +away. Why not turn all those theology mongers into +doctors or schoolmasters?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> As to doctors—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Quite so, you naturally prejudiced blighter. +That priestcraft don't need re-inforcing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> It needs recognition.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> What! It's the only thing most people +believe in. Talk about superstition! However, there's +more life in you. Therefore it's to be schoolmasters.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> How?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Listen again, young man. In the youth of +the world, when priests were the teachers of men . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Not to be preached at.</i>] And physicians +of men.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Shut up.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> If there's any real reform going, I want +my profession made into a state department. I won't +shut up for less.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Putting this aside with one finger.</i>] I'll +deal with you later. There's still Youth in the world in +another sense; but the priests haven't found out the +difference yet, so they're wasting most of their time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Religious education won't do now-a-days.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> What's Now-a-days? You're very dull, Gilbert.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I'm not duller than the people who will +have to understand your scheme.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> They won't understand it. I shan't explain +to them that education is religion, and that those who +deal in it are priests without any laying on of hands.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> No matter what they teach?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> No . . the matter is how they teach it. I +see schools in the future, Gilbert, not built next to the +church, but on the site of the church.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Do you think the world is grown up +enough to do without dogma?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes, I do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> What! . . and am I to write my prescriptions +in English?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes, you are.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Lord save us! I never thought to find +you a visionary.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Isn't it absurd to think that in a hundred +years we shall be giving our best brains and the price of +them not to training grown men into the discipline of destruction +. . not even to curing the ills which we might +be preventing . . but to teaching our children. There's +nothing else to be done . . nothing else matters. But +it's work for a priesthood.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Affected; not quite convinced.</i>] Do you +think you can buy a tradition and transmute it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Don't mock at money.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I never have.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> But you speak of it as an end not as a means. +That's unfair.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I speaks as I finds.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I'll buy the Church, not with money, but +with the promise of new life. [<i>A certain rather gleeful +cunning comes over him.</i>] It'll only look like a dose of +reaction at first . . Sectarian Training Colleges endowed +to the hilt.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> What'll the Nonconformists say?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Bribe them with the means of equal efficiency. +The crux of the whole matter will be in the +statutes I'll force on those colleges.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> They'll want dogma.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Dogma's not a bad thing if you've power to +adapt it occasionally.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Instead of spending your brains in +explaining it. Yes, I agree.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With full voice.</i>] But in the creed I'll +lay down as unalterable there shall be neither Jew nor +Greek . . What do you think of St. Paul, Gilbert?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I'd make him the head of a college.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I'll make the Devil himself head of a college, +if he'll undertake to teach honestly all he knows.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> And he'll conjure up Comte and Robespierre +for you to assist in this little <i>rechauffée</i> of their +schemes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Hullo! Comte I knew about. Have I +stolen from Robespierre too?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Giving out the epigram with an air.</i>] +Property to him who can make the best use of it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> And then what we must do is to give the +children power over their teachers?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Now he is comically enigmatic.</i> <span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span> +<i>echoes him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> And what exactly do you mean by +that?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Serious again.</i>] How positive a pedagogue +would you be if you had to prove your cases and justify +your creed every century or so to the pupils who had +learnt just a little more than you could teach them? Give +power to the future, my friend . . not to the past. Give +responsibility . . even if you give it for your own discredit. +What's beneath trust deeds and last wills and +testaments, and even acts of Parliament and official creeds? +Fear of the verdict of the next generation . . fear of +looking foolish in their eyes. Ah, we . . doing our best +now . . must be ready for every sort of death. And to provide +the means of change and disregard of the past is a +secret of statesmanship. Presume that the world will +come to an end every thirty years if it's not reconstructed. +Therefore give responsibility . . give responsibility . . give +the children power.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Disposed to whistle.</i>] Those statutes +will want some framing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Relapsing to a chuckle.</i>] There's an incidental +change to foresee. Disappearance of the parson +into the schoolmaster . . and the Archdeacon into +the Inspector . . and the Bishop into—I rather hope +he'll stick to his mitre, Gilbert.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Some Ruskin will arise and make him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>As he paces the room and the walls of it fade +away to him.</i>] What a church could be made of the +best brains in England, sworn only to learn all they could +teach what they knew without fear of the future or favour +to the past . . sworn upon their honour as seekers +after truth, knowingly to tell no child a lie. It will +come.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> A priesthood of women too? There's +the tradition of service with them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With the sourest look yet on his face.</i>] +Slavery . . not quite the same thing. And the paradox +of such slavery is that they're your only tyrants.</p> + +<blockquote><p>[<i>At this moment the bell of the telephone upon the +table rings. He goes to it talking the while.</i>]</p></blockquote> + +<p>One has to be very optimistic not to advocate the harem. +That's simple and wholesome . . Yes?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent</span> <i>comes in</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> Does it work?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Slamming down the receiver.</i>] You and +your new toy! What is it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> I'm not sure about the plugs of it . . I thought +I'd got them wrong. Mrs. O'Connell has come to see +Miss Trebell, who is out, and she says will we ask you if +any message has been left for her.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> No. Oh, about dinner? Well, she's round +at Mrs. Farrant's.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> I'll ring them up.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He goes back into his room to do so leaving</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span>'s +<i>door open. The two continue their talk.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> My difficulties will be with Percival.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Not over the Church.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> You see I must discover how keen he'd be on +settling the Education quarrel, once and for all . . what +there is left of it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> He's not sectarian.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> It'll cost him his surplus. When'll he be up +and about?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Not for a week or more.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Knitting his brow.</i>] And I've to deal with +Cantelupe. Curious beggar, Gilbert.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Not my sort. He'll want some dealing +with over your bill as introduced to me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I've not cross-examined company promoters +for ten years without learning how to do business with a +professional high churchman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Providence limited . . eh?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>They are interrupted by</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. o'connell's</span> <i>appearance +in the doorway. She is rather pale, very +calm; but there is pain in her eyes and her voice is +unnaturally steady.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Your maid told me to come up and I'm interrupting +business . . I thought she was wrong.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With no trace of self-consciousness.</i>] Well . . +how are you, after this long time?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> How do you do? [<i>Then she sees</i> <span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span> +<i>and has to control a shrinking from him</i>.] Oh!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> How are you, Mrs. O'Connell?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Kent is telephoning to Frances. He knows +where she is.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> How are you, Dr. Wedgecroft? [<i>then to</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span>.] +Did you have a good holiday? London pulls one to pieces +wretchedly. I shall give up living here at all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> You look very well.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Do I!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> A very good holiday. Sit down . . he +won't be a minute.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She sits on the nearest chair.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> You're not ill . . interviewing a doctor?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> The one thing Wedgecroft's no good at is +doctoring. He keeps me well by sheer moral suasion.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">kent</span> <i>comes out of his room and is off downstairs</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>calls to him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Mrs. O'Connell's here.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> Oh! [<i>He comes back and into the room.</i>] Miss +Trebell hasn't got there yet.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span> <i>has suddenly looked at his watch</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I must fly. Good bye, Mrs. O'Connell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Putting her hand, constrained by its glove, into +his open hand.</i>] I am always a little afraid of you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> That isn't the feeling a doctor wants to +inspire.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span>.] David Evans—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Evans?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> The reverend one . . is downstairs and wants +to see you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>As he comes to them.</i>] Hampstead Road +Tabernacle . . Oh, the mammon of righteousness!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Shut up! How long have I before Lord +Charles—?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> Only ten minutes.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. o'connell</span> <i>goes to sit at the big table, and +apparently idly takes a sheet of paper to scribble on</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Half thinking, half questioning.</i>] He's a +man I can say nothing to politely.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I'm off to Percival's now. Then I've +another case and I'm due back at twelve. If there's +anything helpful to say I'll look in again for two minutes . . +not more.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> You're a good man.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>As he goes.</i>] Congratulations, Kent.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> [<i>Taking him to the stairs.</i>] Thank you very +much.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Beckoning with her eyes.</i>] What's this, Mr. +Trebell?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Eh? I beg your pardon.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He goes behind her and reads over her shoulder what +she has written.</i> <span class="smcap">kent</span> <i>comes back</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> Shall I bring him up here?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>looks up and for a moment stares at his +secretary rather sharply, then speaks in a matter-of-fact +voice</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> See him yourself, downstairs. Talk to him +for five minutes . . find out what he wants. Tell him it +will be as well for the next week or two if he can say he +hasn't seen me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> Yes.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He goes.</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>follows him to the door which +he shuts. Then he turns to face</i> <span class="smcap">amy</span>, <i>who is tearing +up the paper she wrote on</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> What is it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Her steady voice breaking, her carefully calculated +control giving way.</i>] Oh Henry . . Henry!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Are you in trouble?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> You'll hate me, but . . oh, it's brutal of you to +have been away so long.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Is it with your husband?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Perhaps. Oh, come nearer to me . . do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Coming nearer without haste or excitement.</i>] +Well? [<i>Her eyes are closed.</i>] My dear girl, I'm too busy +for love-making now. If there are any facts to be faced, +let me have them . . quite quickly.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She looks up at him for a moment; then speaks +swiftly and sharply as one speaks of disaster.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> There's a danger of my having a child . . your +child . . some time in April. That's all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>A sceptic who has seen a vision.</i>] Oh . . +it's impossible.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Flashing at him, revengefully.</i>] Why?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Brought to his mundane self.</i>] Well . . +are you sure?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>In sudden agony.</i>] D'you think I want it to be +true? D'you think I—? You don't know what it is to have +a thing happening in spite of you.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>His face set in thought.</i>] Where have you +been since we met?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Not to Ireland . . I haven't seen Justin for a +year.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> All the easier for you not to see him for another +year.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> That wasn't what you meant.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> It wasn't . . but never mind.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>They are silent for a moment . . miles apart. . Then +she speaks dully.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> We do hate each other . . don't we!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Nonsense. Let's think of what matters.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Aimlessly.</i>] I went to a man at Dover . . +picked him out of the directory . . didn't give my own +name . . pretended I was off abroad. He was a kind +old thing . . said it was all most satisfactory. Oh, my +God!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>He goes to bend over her kindly.</i>] Yes, +you've had a torturing month or two. That's been wrong, +I'm sorry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Even now I have to keep telling myself that it's +so . . otherwise I couldn't understand it. Any more than +one really believes one will ever die . . one doesn't +believe that, you know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>On the edge of a sensation that is new to him.</i>] +I am told that a man begins to feel unimportant from this +moment forward. Perhaps it's true.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> What has it to do with you anyhow? We don't +belong to each other. How long were we together that +night? Half an hour! You didn't seem to care a bit +until after you'd kissed me and . . this is an absurd +consequence.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Nature's a tyrant.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Oh, it's my punishment . . I see that well enough . . +for thinking myself so clever . . forgetting my duty and +religion . . not going to confession, I mean. [<i>Then</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span> +<i>hysterically.</i>] God can make you believe in Him when he +likes, can't he?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With comfortable strength.</i>] My dear girl, +this needs your pluck. [<i>And he sits by her.</i>] All we have +to do is to prevent it being found out.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Yes . . the scandal would smash you, wouldn't +it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> There isn't going to be any scandal.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> No . . if we're careful. You'll tell me what to +do, won't you? Oh, it's a relief to be able to talk +about it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> For one thing, you must take care of yourself +and stop worrying.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>It soothes her to feel that he is concerned; but it +is not enough to be soothed.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Yes, I wouldn't like to have been the means of +smashing you, Henry . . especially as you don't care for +me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I intend to care for you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Love me, I mean. I wish you did . . a little; +then perhaps I shouldn't feel so degraded.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>A shade impatiently, a shade contemptuously.</i>] +I can say I love you if that'll make things easier.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>More helpless than ever.</i>] If you'd said it at +first I should be taking it for granted . . though it wouldn't +be any more true, I daresay, than now . . when I should +know you weren't telling the truth.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Then I'd do without so much confusion.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Don't be so heartless.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>As he leaves her.</i>] We seem to be attaching +importance to such different things.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Shrill even at a momentary desertion.</i>] What do +you mean? I want affection now just as I want food. I +can't do without it . . I can't reason things out as you +can. D'you think I haven't tried? [<i>Then in sudden +rebellion.</i>] Oh, the physical curse of being a woman . .<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span> +no better than any savage in this condition . . worse off +than an animal. It's unfair.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Never mind . . you're here now to hand me +half the responsibility, aren't you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> As if I could! If I have to lie through the night +simply shaking with bodily fear much longer . . I believe +I shall go mad.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>This aspect of the matter is meaningless to him. He +returns to the practical issue.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> There's nobody that need be suspecting, is +there?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> My maid sees I'm ill and worried and makes +remarks . . only to me so far. Don't I look a wreck? I +nearly ran away when I saw Dr. Wedgecroft . . some of +these men are so clever.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Calculating.</i>] Someone will have to be +trusted.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Burrowing into her little tortured self again.</i>] +And I ought to feel as if I had done Justin a great wrong . . +but I don't. I hate you now; now and then. I was +being myself. You've brought me down. I feel worthless.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The last word strikes him. He stares at her.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Do you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Pleadingly.</i>] There's only one thing I'd like +you to tell me, Henry . . it isn't much. That night we +were together . . it was for a moment different to everything +that has ever been in your life before, wasn't it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Collecting himself as if to explain to a child.</i>] +I must make you understand . . I must get you to realise +that for a little time to come you're above the law . . above +even the shortcomings and contradictions of a man's +affection.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> But let us have one beautiful memory to share.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Determined she shall face the cold logic of her +position.</i>] Listen. I look back on that night as one looks +back on a fit of drunkenness.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Neither understanding nor wishing to; only +shocked and hurt.</i>] You beast.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With bitter sarcasm.</i>] No, don't say that. +Won't it comfort you to think of drunkenness as a beautiful +thing? There are precedents enough . . classic ones.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> You mean I might have been any other woman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Quite inexorable.</i>] Wouldn't any other +woman have served the purpose . . and is it less of a +purpose because we didn't know we had it? Does my +unworthiness then . . if you like to call it so . . make you +unworthy now? I must make you see that it doesn't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Petulantly hammering at her idée fixe.</i>] But you +didn't love me . . and you don't love me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Keeping his patience.</i>] No . . only within +the last five minutes have I really taken the smallest +interest in you. And now I believe I'm half jealous. Can +you understand that? You've been talking a lot of nonsense +about your emotions and your immortal soul. Don't +you see it's only now that you've become a person of some +importance to the world . . and why?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Losing her patience, childishly.</i>] What do you +mean by the World? You don't seem to have any personal +feelings at all. It's horrible you should have thought of me +like that. There has been no other man than you that I +would have let come anywhere near me . . not for more +than a year.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He realises that she will never understand.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> My dear girl, I'm sorry to be brutal. Does +it matter so much to you that I should have <b>wished</b> to +be the father of your child?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Ungracious but pacified by his change of tone.</i>] +It doesn't matter now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Friendly still.</i>] On principle I don't make +promises. But I think I can promise you that if you +keep your head and will keep your health, this shall all be +made as easy for you as if everyone could know. And<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span> +let's think what the child may mean to you . . just the +fact of his birth. Nothing to me, of course! Perhaps +that accounts for the touch of jealousy. I've forfeited my +rights because I hadn't honourable intentions. You +can't forfeit yours. Even if you never see him and he has +to grow up among strangers . . just to have had a child +must make a difference to you. Of course, it may be a +girl. I wonder.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>As he wanders on so optimistically she stares at him +and her face changes. She realises . .</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Do you expect me to go through with this? +Henry! . . I'd sooner kill myself.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>There is silence between them. He looks at her as +one looks at some unnatural thing. Then after a +moment he speaks, very coldly.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Oh . . indeed. Don't get foolish ideas +into your head. You've no choice now . . no reasonable +choice.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Driven to bay; her last friend an enemy.</i>] I +won't go through with it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> It hasn't been so much the fear of scandal +then—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> That wouldn't break my heart. You'd marry me, +wouldn't you? We could go away somewhere. I could be +very fond of you, Henry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Marvelling at these tangents.</i>] Marry you! +I should murder you in a week.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>This sounds only brutal to her; she lets herself be +shamed.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> You've no more use for me than the use you've +made of me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Logical again.</i>] Won't you realise that +there's a third party to our discussion . . that I'm of no +importance beside him and you of very little. Think of +the child.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">amy</span> <i>blazes into desperate rebellion</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> There's no child because I haven't chosen there +shall be and there shan't be because I don't choose. You'd +have me first your plaything and then Nature's, would you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>A little abashed.</i>] Come now, you knew +what you were about.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Thinking of those moments.</i>] Did I? I found +myself wanting you, belonging to you suddenly. I +didn't stop to think and explain. But are we never to be +happy and irresponsible . . never for a moment?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Well . . one can't pick and choose consequences.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Your choices in life have made you what you +want to be, haven't they? Leave me mine.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> But it's too late to argue like that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> If it is, I'd better jump into the Thames. I've +thought of it.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He considers how best to make a last effort to bring +her to her senses. He sits by her.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Amy . . if you were my wife—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Unresponsive to him now.</i>] I was Justin's +wife, and I went away from him sooner than bear him +children. Had I the right to choose or had I not?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Taking another path.</i>] Shall I tell you +something I believe? If we were left to choose, we should +stand for ever deciding whether to start with the right foot +or the left. We blunder into the best things in life. +Then comes the test . . have we faith enough to go on . . to +go through with the unknown thing?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>So bored by these metaphysics.</i>] Faith in what?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Our vitality. I don't give a fig for beauty, +happiness, or brains. All I ask of myself is . . can I pay +Fate on demand?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Yes . . in imagination. But I've got physical +facts to face.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>But he has her attention now and pursues the advantage.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Very well then . . let the meaning of them +go. Look forward simply to a troublesome illness. In a +little while you can go abroad quietly and wait patiently. +We're not fools and we needn't find fools to trust in. Then +come back to England . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> And forget. That seems simple enough, doesn't +it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> If you don't want the child let it be mine . . +not yours.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Wondering suddenly at this bond between them.</i>] +Yours! What would you do with it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Matter-of-fact.</i>] Provide for it, of course.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Never see it, perhaps.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Perhaps not. If there were anything to be +gained . . for the child. I'll see that he has his chance as +a human being.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> How hopeful! [<i>Now her voice drops. She is +looking back, perhaps at a past self.</i>] If you loved me . . +perhaps I might learn to love the thought of your child.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>As if half his life depended on her answer.</i>] +Is that true?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Irritably.</i>] Why are you picking me to pieces? +I think that is true. If you had been loving me for a long, +long time— [<i>The agony rushes back on her.</i>] But now +I'm only afraid. You might have some pity for me . . I'm +so afraid.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Touched.</i>] Indeed . . indeed, I'll take +what share of this I can.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She shrinks from him unforgivingly.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> No, let me alone. I'm nothing to you. I'm a +sick beast in danger of my life, that's all . . cancerous!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He is roused for the first time, roused to horror and +protest.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Oh, you unhappy woman! . . . if life is +like death to you . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> [<i>Turning on him.</i>] Don't lecture me! If you're<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span> +so clever put a stop to this horror. Or you might at least +say you're sorry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Sorry! [<i>The bell on the table rings jarringly.</i>] +Cantelupe!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He goes to the telephone. She gets up cold and +collected, steadied merely by the unexpected sound.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> I mustn't keep you from governing the country. +I'm sure you'll do it very well.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>At the telephone.</i>] Yes, bring him up, of +course . . isn't Mr. Kent there? [<i>then to her.</i>] I may be +ten minutes with him or half an hour. Wait and we'll +come to a conclusion.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">kent</span> <i>comes in, an open letter in his hand</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> This note, sir. Had I better go round myself +and see him?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>As he takes the note.</i>] Cantelupe's come.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> [<i>Glancing at the telephone.</i>] Oh, has he!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>As he reads.</i>] Yes I think you had.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> Evans was very serious.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He goes back into his room.</i> <span class="smcap">amy</span> <i>moves swiftly to +where</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>is standing and whispers</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Won't you tell me whom to go to?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Oh, really . . what unpractical sentimental children +you men are! You and your consciences . . you and +your laws. You drive us to distraction and sometimes to +death by your stupidities. Poor women—!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The Maid comes in to announce</i> <span class="smcap">lord charles +cantelupe</span>, <i>who follows her</i>. <span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>is +forty, unathletic, and a gentleman in the best and +worst sense of the word. He moves always with a +caution which may betray his belief in the personality +of the Devil. He speaks cautiously too, and as if +not he but something inside him were speaking. +One feels that before strangers he would not if he +could help it move or speak at all. A pale face: the</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span> +<i>mouth would be hardened by fanaticism were it not +for the elements of Christianity in his religion: and +he has the limpid eye of the enthusiast.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Glad to see you. You know Mrs. O'Connell.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>bows in silence</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> We have met.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She offers her hand. He silently takes it and drops it.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Then you'll wait for Frances.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Is it worth while?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">kent</span> <i>with his hat on leaves his room and goes +downstairs</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Have you anything better to do?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> There's somewhere I can go. But I mustn't +keep you chatting of my affairs. Lord Charles is impatient +to disestablish the Church.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Unable to escape a remark.</i>] Forgive me, +since that is also your affair.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Oh . . but I was received at the Oratory when I +was married.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>With contrition.</i>] I beg your pardon.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Then he makes for the other side of the room.</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">mrs. o'connell</span> <i>stroll to the door, their +eyes full of meaning</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> I think I'll go on to this place that I've heard +of. If I wait . . for your sister . . she may disappoint me +again.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Wait.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">kent's</span> <i>room is vacant</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Well . . in here?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> If you like law-books.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> I haven't been much of an interruption now, +have I?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Please wait.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">amy.</span> Thank you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>shuts her in, for a moment seems inclined to</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span> +<i>lock her in, but he comes back into his own room and +faces</i> <span class="smcap">cantelupe</span>, <i>who having primed and trained +himself on his subject like a gun, fires off a speech, +without haste, but also apparently without taking +breath</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> I was extremely thankful, Mr. Trebell, +to hear last week from Horsham that you will see your +way to join his cabinet and undertake the disestablishment +bill in the House of Commons. Any measure of +mine, I have always been convinced, would be too much +under the suspicion of blindly favouring Church interests +to command the allegiance of that heterogeneous mass of +thought . . in some cases, alas, of free thought . . which +now-a-days composes the Conservative party. I am +more than content to exercise what influence I may from +a seat in the cabinet which will authorise the bill.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes. That chair's comfortable.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>takes another</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Horsham forwarded to me your memorandum +upon the conditions you held necessary and I +incline to think I may accept them in principle on behalf of +those who honour me with their confidences.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He fishes some papers from his pocket.</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> +<i>sits squarely at his table to grapple with the +matter</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Horsham told me you did accept them . . +it's on that I'm joining.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Yes . . in principle.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Well . . we couldn't carry a bill you disapproved +of, could we?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>With finesse.</i>] I hope not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>A little dangerously.</i>] And I have no +intention of being made the scapegoat of a wrecked Tory +compromise with the Nonconformists.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Calmly ignoring the suggestion.</i>] So far +as I am concerned I meet the Nonconformists on their own<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span> +ground . . that Religion had better be free from all +compromise with the State.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Quite so . . if you're set free you'll look +after yourselves. My discovery must be what to do with +the men who think more of the state than their Church . . +the majority of parsons, don't you think? . . if the +question's really put and they can be made to understand +it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>With sincere disdain.</i>] There are more +profitable professions.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> And less. Will you allow me that it is +statecraft to make a profession profitable?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>picks up his papers, avoiding theoretical +discussion</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Well now . . will you explain to me +this project for endowing Education with your surplus?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Putting Appropriation, the Buildings and +the Representation question on one side for the moment?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Candidly, I have yet to master your +figures . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> The roughest figures so far.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Still I have yet to master them on the +first two points.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Firmly premising.</i>] We agree that this +is not diverting church money to actually secular uses.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>As he peeps from under his eyelids.</i>] I can +conceive that it might not be. You know that we hold +Education to be a Church function. But . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Can you accept thoroughly now the secular +solution for all Primary Schools?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Haven't we always preferred it to the +undenominational? Are there to be facilities for any of +the teachers giving dogmatic instruction?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I note your emphasis on any. I think we +can put the burden of that decision on local authorities. +Let us come to the question of Training Colleges for your<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span> +teachers. It's on that I want to make my bargain.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Alert and cautious.</i>] You want to endow +colleges?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Heavily.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Under public control?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Church colleges under Church control.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> There'd be others?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> To preserve the necessary balance in the +schools.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Not founded with church money?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Think of the grants in aid that will be released. +I must ask the Treasury for a further lump sum +and with that there may be sufficient for secular colleges . . +if you can agree with me upon the statutes of those over +which you'd otherwise have free control.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>is weighing his words</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> "You" meaning, for instance . . what +authorities in the Church?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Bishops, I suppose . . and others. [<span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> +<i>permits himself to smile.</i>] On that point I shall +be weakness itself and . . may I suggest . . your seat in +the cabinet will give you some control.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Statutes?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> To be framed in the best interests of educational +efficiency.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Finding an opening.</i>] I doubt if we agree +upon the meaning to be attached to that term.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Forcing the issue.</i>] What meaning do you +attach to it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Smiling again.</i>] I have hardly a sympathetic +listener.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> You have an unprejudiced one . . the +best you can hope for. I was not educated myself. I +learnt certain things that I desired to know . . from +reading my first book—Don Quixote it was—to mastering +Company Law. You see, as a man without formulas<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span> +either for education or religion, I am perhaps peculiarly +fitted to settle the double question. I have no grudges . . +no revenge to take.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Suddenly congenial.</i>] Shelton's translation +of Don Quixote I hope . . the modern ones have no +flavour. And you took all the adventures as seriously as +the Don did?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Not expecting this.</i>] I forget.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> It's the finer attitude . . the child's +attitude. And it would enable you immediately to comprehend +mine towards an education consisting merely of +practical knowledge. The life of Faith is still the happy +one. What is more crushingly finite than knowledge? +Moral discipline is a nation's only safety. How much of +your science tends in support of the great spiritual doctrine +of sacrifice!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>returns to his subject as forceful as ever</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> The Church has assimilated much in her +time. Do you think it wise to leave agnostic science at the +side of the plate? I think, you know, that this craving for +common knowledge is a new birth in the mind of man; +and if your church won't recognise that soon, by so much +will she be losing her grip for ever over men's minds. +What's the test of godliness, but your power to receive +the new idea in whatever form it comes and give it life? +It is blasphemy to pick and choose your good. [<i>For a +moment his thoughts seem to be elsewhere.</i>] That's an unhappy +man or woman or nation . . I know it if it has +only come to me this minute . . and I don't care what +their brains or their riches or their beauty or any of +their triumph may be . . they're unhappy and useless if +they can't tell life from death.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Interested in the digression.</i>] Remember +that the Church's claim has ever been to know that +difference.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Fastening to his subject again.</i>] My<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span> +point is this: A man's demand to know the exact structure +of a fly's wing, and his assertion that it degrades any child +in the street not to know such a thing, is a religious +revival . . a token of spiritual hunger. What else can it +be? And we commercialise our teaching!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> I wouldn't have it so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Then I'm offering you the foundation of a +new Order of men and women who'll serve God by teaching +his children. Now shall we finish the conversation in +prose?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Not to be put down.</i>] What is the prose +for God?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Not to be put down either.</i>] That's what we +irreligious people are giving our lives to discover. [<i>He +plunges into detail.</i>] I'm proposing to found about +seventy-two new colleges, and of course, to bring the ones +there are up to the new standard. Then we must gradually +revise all teaching salaries in government schools . . +to a scale I have in mind. Then the course must be +compulsory and the training time doubled—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Doubled! Four years?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Well, a minimum of three . . a university +course. Remember we're turning a trade into a calling.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> There's more to that than taking a degree.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I think so. You've fought for years for +your tests and your atmosphere with plain business men +not able to understand such lunacy. Quite right . . +atmosphere's all that matters. If one and one don't make +two by God's grace . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Poetry again!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I beg your pardon. Well . . you've no +further proof. If you can't plant your thumb on the earth +and your little finger on the pole star you know nothing of +distances. We must do away with text-book teachers.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>is opening out a little in spite of himself</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> I'm waiting for our opinions to differ.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Businesslike again.</i>] I'll send you a draft +of the statutes I propose within a week. Meanwhile shall +I put the offer this way. If I accept your tests will you +accept mine?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> What are yours?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I believe if one provides for efficiency one +provides for the best part of truth . . honesty of statement. +I shall hope for a little more elasticity in your dogmas than +Becket or Cranmer or Laud would have allowed. When +you've a chance to re-formulate the reasons of your faith +for the benefit of men teaching mathematics and science +and history and political economy, you won't neglect to +answer or allow for criticisms and doubts. I don't see +why . . in spite of all the evidence to the contrary . . such a +thing as progress in a definite religious faith is impossible.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Progress is a soiled word. [<i>And now he +weighs his words.</i>] I shall be very glad to accept on the +Church's behalf control of the teaching of teachers in these +colleges.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Good. I want the best men.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> You are surprisingly inexperienced if you +think that creeds can ever become mere forms except to +those who have none.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> But teaching—true teaching—is learning, and +the wish to know is going to prevail against any creed . . +so I think. I wish you cared as little for the form in which +a truth is told as I do. On the whole, you see, I think I +shall manage to plant your theology in such soil this +spring that the garden will be fruitful. On the whole +I'm a believer in Churches of all sorts and their usefulness +to the State. Your present use is out-worn. Have +I found you in this the beginnings of a new one?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> The Church says: Thank you, it is a +very old one.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Winding up the interview.</i>] To be sure, for +practical politics our talk can be whittled down to your<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span> +accepting the secular solution for Primary Schools, if +you're given these colleges under such statutes as you and I +shall agree upon.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> And the country will accept.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> The country will accept any measure if +there's enough money in it to bribe all parties fairly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> You expect very little of the constancy of +my Church to her Faith, Mr. Trebell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I have only one belief myself. That is in +human progress—yes, progress—over many obstacles and +by many means. I have no ideals. I believe it is statesmanlike +to use all the energy you find . . turning it into +the nearest channel that points forward.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Forward to what?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I don't know . . and my caring doesn't +matter. We do know . . and if we deny it it's only to be +encouraged by contradiction . . that the movement is +forward and with some gathering purpose. I'm friends +with any fellow traveller.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>has been considering him very curiously. +Now he gets up to go.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> I should like to continue our talk when I've +studied your draft of the statutes. Of course the political +position is favourable to a far more comprehensive bill +than we had ever looked for . . and you've the advantage +now of having held yourself very free from party ties. +In fact not only will you give us the bill we shall most +care to accept, but I don't know what other man would +give us a bill we and the other side could accept +at all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I can let you have more Appropriation +figures by Friday. The details of the Fabrics scheme will +take a little longer.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> In a way there's no such hurry. We're +not in office yet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> When I'm building with figures I like to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span> +give the foundations time to settle. Otherwise they are +the inexactest things.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Smiling to him for the first time.</i>] We +shall have you finding Faith the only solvent of all problems +some day.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I hope my mind is not afraid . . even of +the Christian religion.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> I am sure that the needs of the human +soul . . be it dressed up in whatever knowledge . . do not +alter from age to age . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He opens the door to find</i> <span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span> <i>standing +outside, watch in hand</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Hullo . . . waiting?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I was giving you two minutes by my +watch. How are you, Cantelupe?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">cantelupe</span>, <i>with a gesture which might be mistaken +for a bow, folds himself up</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Shall I bring you the figures on Friday . . +that might save time.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">cantelupe</span>, <i>by taking a deeper fold in himself seems +to assent</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Will the afternoon do? Kent shall fix the hour.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>With an effort.</i>] Kent?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> My secretary.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Friday. Any hour before five. I know +my way.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The three phrases having meant three separate +efforts</i>, <span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>escapes</i>. <span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span> <i>has +walked to the table, his brows a little puckered. Now</i> +<span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>notices that</i> <span class="smcap">kent's</span> <i>door is open; he goes +quickly into the room and finds it empty. Then he +stands for a moment irritable and undecided before +returning.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Been here long?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Five minutes . . more, I suppose.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Mrs. O'Connell gone?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> To her dressmaker's.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Frances forgot she was coming and went out.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Pretty little fool of a woman! D'you +know her husband?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Says she's been in Ireland with him +since we met at Shapters. He has trouble with his +tenantry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Won't he sell or won't they purchase?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Curious chap. A Don at Balliol when +I first knew him. Warped of late years . . perhaps by +his marriage.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Dismissing that subject.</i>] Well . . how's +Percival?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Better this morning. I told him I'd +seen you . . and in a little calculated burst of confidence +what I'd reason to think you were after. He said you and +he could get on though you differed on every point; but +he didn't see how you'd pull with such a blasted weak-kneed +lot as the rest of the Horsham's cabinet would be. +He'll be up in a week or ten days.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Can I see him?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> You might. I admire the old man . . +the way he sticks to his party, though they misrepresent +now most things he believes in!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> What a damnable state to arrive at . . +doubly damned by the fact you admire it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> And to think that at this time of day +you should need instructing in the ethics of party government. +But I'll have to do it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Not now. I've been at ethics with Cantelupe.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Certainly not now. What about my +man with the stomach-ache at twelve o'clock sharp! +Good-bye.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He is gone.</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>battles with uneasiness and</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span> +<i>at last mutters</i>. "Oh . . why didn't she wait?" +<i>Then the telephone bell rings. He goes quickly as if +it were an answer to his anxiety.</i> "Yes?" <i>Of +course, it isn't . .</i> "Yes." <i>He paces the room, impatient, +wondering what to do. The Maid comes in +to announce</i> <span class="smcap">miss davenport</span>. <span class="smcap">lucy</span> <i>follows her. +She has gained lately perhaps a little of the joy +which was lacking and at least she brings now into +this room a breath of very wholesome womanhood.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> It's very good of you to let me come; I'm not +going to keep you more than three minutes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Sit down.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Only women unused to busy men would call him +rude.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> What I want to say is . . don't mind my being +engaged to Walter. It shan't interfere with his work for +you. If you want a proof that it shan't . . it was I got +Aunt Julia to ask you to take him . . Though he didn't +know . . so don't tell him that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> You weren't engaged then.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> I . . thought that we might be.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With cynical humour.</i>] Which I'm not to +tell him either?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> Oh, that wouldn't matter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With decision.</i>] I'll make sure you don't +interfere.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> [<i>Deliberately . . not to be treated as a child.</i>] +You couldn't, you know, if I wanted to.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Why, is Walter a fool?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> He's very fond of me, if that's what you mean?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>looks at her for the first time and changes +his tone a little</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> If it was what I meant . . I'm disposed to +withdraw the suggestion.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> And, because I'm fond of his work as well, I +shan't therefore ask him to tell me things . . secrets.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Reverting to his humour.</i>] It'll be when +you're a year or two married that danger may occur . . in +his desperate effort to make conversation.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lucy</span> <i>considers this and him quite seriously</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> You're rather hard on women, aren't you . . +just because they don't have the chances men do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Do you want the chances?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> I think I'm as clever as most men I meet, though +I know less, of course.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Perhaps I should have offered you the +secretaryship instead.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> [<i>Readily.</i>] Don't you think I'm taking it in a +way . . by marrying Walter? That's fanciful of course. +But marriage is a very general and complete sort of +partnership, isn't it? At least, I'd like to make +mine so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> He'll be more under your thumb in some +things if you leave him free in others.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She receives the sarcasm in all seriousness and then +speaks to him as she would to a child.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> Oh . . I'm not explaining what I mean quite +well perhaps. Walter has been everywhere and done +everything. He speaks three languages . . which all +makes him an ideal private secretary.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Quite.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> Do you think he'd develop into anything else . . +but for me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> So I have provided just a first step, have I?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> [<i>With real enthusiasm.</i>] Oh, Mr. Trebell, it's a +great thing for us. There isn't anyone worth working +under but you. You'll make him think and give him ideas +instead of expecting them from him. But just for that +reason he'd get so attached to you and be quite content +to grow old in your shadow . . if it wasn't for me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> True . . I should encourage him in nothingness. +What's more, I want extra brains and hands. It's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span> +not altogether a pleasant thing, is it . . the selfishness of +the hard worked man?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> If you don't grudge your own strength, why +should you be tender of other people's?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He looks at her curiously.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Your ambition is making for only second-hand +satisfaction though.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> What's a woman to do? She must work through +men, mustn't she?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I'm told that's degrading . . the influencing +of husbands and brothers and sons.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> [<i>Only half humorously.</i>] But what else is one +to do with them? Of course, I've enough money to live +on . . so I could take up some woman's profession. . . +What are you smiling at?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Who has smiled very broadly.</i>] As you +don't mean to . . don't stop while I tell you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> But I'd sooner get married. I want to have +children. [<i>The words catch him and hold him. He looks +at her reverently this time. She remembers she has transgressed +convention; then, remembering that it is only convention, +proceeds quite simply.</i>] I hope we shall have +children.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I hope so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> Thank you. That's the first kind thing you've +said.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Oh . . you can do without compliments, +can't you?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She considers for a moment.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> Why have you been talking to me as if I were +someone else?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Startled.</i>] Who else?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> No one particular. But you've shaken a moral +fist so to speak. I don't think I provoked it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> It's a bad parliamentary habit. I apologise.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She gets up to go.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> Now I shan't keep you longer . . you're always +busy. You've been so easy to talk to. Thank you very +much.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Why . . I wonder?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> I knew you would be or I shouldn't have come. +You think Life's an important thing, don't you? That's +priggish, isn't it? Good-bye. We're coming to dinner . . +Aunt Julia and I. Miss Trebell arrived to ask us just as I +left.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I'll see you down.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> What waste of time for you. I know how the +door opens.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>As she goes out</i> <span class="smcap">walter kent</span> <i>is on the way to his +room. The two nod to each other like old friends.</i> +<span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>turns away with something of a sigh</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> Just come?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> Just going.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> I'll see you at dinner.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">lucy.</span> Oh, are you to be here? . . that's nice.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">lucy</span> <i>departs as purposefully as she came</i>. <span class="smcap">kent</span> +<i>hurries to</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span>, <i>whose thoughts are away again +by now</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> I haven't been long there and back, have I? +The Bishop gave me these letters for you. He hasn't +answered the last . . but I've his notes of what he means +to say. He'd like them back to-night. He was just +going out. I've one or two notes of what Evans said. +Bit of a charlatan, don't you think?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Evans?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> Well, he talked of his Flock. There are quite +fifteen letters you'll have to deal with yourself, I'm afraid.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>stares at him: then, apparently, making +up his mind</i> . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Ring up a messenger, will you . . I must +write a note and send it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> Will you dictate?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I shall have done it while you're ringing . . +it's only a personal matter. Then we'll start work.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">kent</span> <i>goes into his room and tackles the telephone +there</i>. <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>sits down to write the note, his +face very set and anxious</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_THIRD_ACT_WASTE" id="THE_THIRD_ACT_WASTE"></a>THE THIRD ACT</h3> + +<br /> + +<p>At <span class="smcap">lord horsham's</span> house in Queen Anne's Gate, in the +evening, a week later.</p> + +<p class="direct1"><i>If rooms express their owners' character, the grey and black +of</i> <span class="smcap">lord horsham's</span> <i>drawing room, the faded brocade +of its furniture, reveal him as a man of delicate taste +and somewhat thin intellectuality. He stands now +before a noiseless fire, contemplating with a troubled +eye either the pattern of the Old French carpet, or the +black double doors of the library opposite, or the +moulding on the Adams ceiling, which the flicker of +all the candles casts into deeper relief. His grey hair +and black clothes would melt into the decoration of his +room, were the figure not rescued from such oblivion +by the British white glaze of his shirt front and—to a +sympathetic eye—by the loveable perceptive face of the +man. Sometimes he looks at the sofa in front of him, +on which sits</i> <span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span>, <i>still in the frock coat +of a busy day, depressed and irritable. With his +back to them, on a sofa with its back to them, is</i> +<span class="smcap">george farrant</span>, <i>planted with his knees apart, his +hands clasped, his head bent; very glum. And +sometimes</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>glances at the door, as if waiting +for it to open. Then his gaze will travel back, up +the long shiny black piano, with a volume of the +Well Tempered Clavichord open on its desk, to where</i> +<span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>is perched uncomfortably on the bench; +paler than ever; more self-contained than ever, looking, +to one who knows him as well as</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>does, a</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span> +<i>little dangerous. So he returns to contemplation of +the ceiling or the carpet. They wait there as men +wait who have said all they want to say upon an +unpleasant subject and yet cannot dismiss it. At +last</i> <span class="smcap">farrant</span> <i>breaks the silence</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> What time did you ask him to come, +Horsham?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Eh . . O'Connell? I didn't ask him directly. +What time did you say, Wedgecroft?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Any time after half past ten, I told him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Grumbling.</i>] It's a quarter to eleven. +Doesn't Blackborough mean to turn up at all?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> He was out of town . . my note had to be +sent after him. I couldn't wire, you see.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> It was by the merest chance your man +caught me, Cyril. I was taking the ten fifteen to Tonbridge +and happened to go to James Street first for some +papers.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The conversation flags again.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> But since Mrs. O'Connell is dead what +is the excuse for a scandal?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At this unpleasant dig into the subject of their +thoughts the three other men stir uncomfortably.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Because the inquest is unavoidable . . apparently.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Suddenly letting fly.</i>] I declare I'd +have risked penal servitude and given a certificate, but +just before the end O'Connell would call in old Fielding +Andrews, who has moral scruples about everything—it's +his trademark—and of course about this . . !</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Was he told of the whole business?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> No . . O'Connell kept things up before +him. Well . . the woman was dying.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Couldn't you have kept the true state of the +case from Sir Fielding?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> And been suspected of the malpractice +myself if he'd found it out? . . which he would have done +. . he's no fool. Well . . I thought of trying that. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> My dear Wedgecroft . . how grossly quixotic! +You have a duty to yourself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Rescuing the conversation from unpleasantness.</i>] +I'm afraid I feel that our position to-night is most +irregular, Wedgecroft.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Still if you can make O'Connell see +reason. And if you all can't . . [<i>He frowns at the alternative.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Didn't you say she came to you first of all?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I met her one morning at Trebell's.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Actually at Trebell's!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> The day he came back from abroad.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Oh! No one seems to have noticed them +together much at any time. My wife. . . No matter!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> She tackled me as a doctor with one +part of her trouble . . added she'd been with O'Connell +in Ireland, which of course it turns out wasn't true . . +asked me to help her. I had to say I couldn't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Echoing rather than querying.</i>] You +couldn't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Shocked.</i>] My dear Horsham!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Well, if she'd told me the truth! . . No, +anyhow I couldn't. I'm sure there was no excuse. One +can't run these risks.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Quite right, quite right.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> There are men who do on one pretext +or another.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Not too shocked to be curious.</i>] Are there +really?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Oh yes, men well known . . in other +directions. I could give you four addresses . . but of +course I wasn't going to give her one. Though there +again . . if she'd told me the whole truth! . . My God,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span> +women are such fools! And they prefer quackery . . look +at the decent doctors they simply turn into charlatans. +Though, there again, that all comes of letting a trade work +mysteriously under the thumb of a benighted oligarchy . . +which is beside the question. But one day I'll make you +sit up on the subject of the Medical Council, Horsham.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>assumes an impenetrable air of statesmanship</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> I know. Very interesting . . very important +. . very difficult to alter the status quo.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Then the poor little liar said she'd go off +to an appointment with her dressmaker; and I heard +nothing more till she sent for me a week later, and I found +her almost too ill to speak. Even then she didn't tell me +the truth! So, when O'Connell arrived, of course I spoke +to him quite openly and all he told me in reply was that it +wouldn't have been his child.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Poor devil!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> O'Connell?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Yes, of course.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I wonder. Perhaps she didn't realize +he'd been sent for . . or felt then she was dying and +didn't care . . or lost her head. I don't know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Such a pretty little woman!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> If I could have made him out and +dealt with him, of course, I shouldn't have come to you. +Farrant's known him even longer than I have.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> I was with him at Harrow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> So I went to Farrant first.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>That part of the subject drops.</i> <span class="smcap">cantelupe</span>, <i>who +has not moved, strikes in again</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> How was Trebell's guilt discovered?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> He wrote her one letter which she didn't +destroy. O'Connell found it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Picked it up from her desk . . it +wasn't even locked up.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Not twenty words in it . . quite enough +though.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> His habit of being explicit . . of writing +things down . . I know!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He shakes his head, deprecating all rashness. There +is another pause.</i> <span class="smcap">farrant</span>, <i>getting up to pace about, +breaks it</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Look here, Wedgecroft, one thing is worrying +me. Had Trebell any foreknowledge of what she did and +the risk she was running and could he have stopped it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Almost ill-temperedly.</i>] How could he +have stopped it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Because . . well, I'm not a casuist . . but +I know by instinct when I'm up against the wrong thing +to do; and if he can't be cleared on that point I won't lift a +finger to save him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>With nice judgment.</i>] In using the term +Any Foreknowledge, Farrant, you may be more severe +on him than you wish to be.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">farrant</span>, <i>unappreciative, continues</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Otherwise . . well, we must admit, Cantelupe, +that if it hadn't been for the particular consequence +of this it wouldn't be anything to be so mightily shocked +about.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> I disagree.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> My dear fellow, it's our business to make +laws and we know the difference of saying in one of 'em +you may or you must. Who ever proposed to insist on +pillorying every case of spasmodic adultery? One would +never have done! Some of these attachments do more +harm . . to the third party, I mean . . some less. But it's +only when a menage becomes socially impossible that a +sensible man will interfere. [<i>He adds quite unnecessarily.</i>] +I'm speaking quite impersonally, of course.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>As coldly as ever.</i>] Trebell is morally +responsible for every consequence of the original sin.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> That is a hard saying.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Continuing his own remarks quite independently.</i>] +And I put aside the possibility that he deliberately +helped her to her death to save a scandal because I don't +believe it is a possibility. But if that were so I'd lift my +finger to help him to his. I'd see him hanged with pleasure.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Settling this part of the matter.</i>] Well, +Farrant, to all intents and purposes he didn't know and +he'd have stopped it if he could.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Yes, I believe that. But what makes you +so sure?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I asked him and he told me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> That's no proof.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> You read the letter that he sent her . . +unless you think it was written as a blind.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Oh . . to be sure . . yes. I might have +thought of that.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He settles down again. Again no one has anything +to say.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> What is to be said to Mr. O'Connell +when he comes?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Yes . . what exactly do you propose we +shall say to O'Connell, Wedgecroft?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Get him to open his oyster of a mind +and . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> So it is and his face like a stone wall yesterday. +Absolutely refused to discuss the matter with me!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> May I ask, Cyril, why are we concerning +ourselves with this wickedness at all?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Just at this moment when we have official +weight without official responsibility, Charles . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I wish I could have let Percival out of +bed, but these first touches of autumn are dangerous to a +convalescent of his age.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> But you saw him, Farrant . . and he +gave you his opinion, didn't he?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Last night . . yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> I suppose it's a pity Blackborough hasn't +turned up.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Never mind him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> He gets people to agree with him. That's a +gift.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Wedgecroft, what is the utmost O'Connell +will be called upon to do for us . . for Trebell?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Probably only to hold his tongue at the +inquest to-morrow. As far as I know there's no one but +her maid to prove that Mrs. O'Connell didn't meet her +husband some time in the summer. He'll be called upon +to tell a lie or two by implication.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Cantelupe . . what does perjury to that +extent mean to a Roman Catholic?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">cantelupe's</span> <i>face melts into an expression of mild +amazement</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Your asking such a question shows that +you would not understand my answer to it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Leaving the fellow to his subtleties.</i>] Well, +what about the maid?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> She may suspect facts but not names, I +think. Why should they question her on such a point if +O'Connell says nothing?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> He's really very late. I told . . [<i>He stops.</i>] +Charles, I've forgotten that man's name again.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Edmunds, you said it was.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Edmunds. Everybody's down at Lympne . . +I've been left with a new man here and I don't know his +name. [<i>He is very pathetic.</i>] I told him to put O'Connell +in the library there. I thought that either Farrant or I +might perhaps see him first and—</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At this moment</i> <span class="smcap">edmunds</span> <i>comes in, and, with that +air of discreet tact which he considers befits the establishment +of a Prime Minister, announces</i>, "Mr. +O'Connell, my lord." <i>As</i> <span class="smcap">o'connell</span> <i>follows him</i>,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span> +<span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>can only try not to look too disconcerted</i>. +<span class="smcap">o'connell</span>, <i>in his tightly buttoned frock coat, with +his shaven face and close-cropped iron grey hair, +might be mistaken for a Catholic priest; except that +he has not also acquired the easy cheerfulness which +professional familiarity with the mysteries of that +religion seems to give. For the moment, at least, his +features are so impassive that they may tell either +of the deepest grief or the purest indifference; or it +may be, merely of reticence on entering a stranger's +room. He only bows towards</i> <span class="smcap">horsham's</span> <i>half-proffered +hand. With instinctive respect for the +situation of this tragically made widower the men +have risen and stand in various uneasy attitudes.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Oh . . how do you do? Let me see . . do +you know my cousin Charles Cantelupe? Yes . . we were +expecting Russell Blackborough. Sir Henry Percival is +ill. Do sit down.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">o'connell</span> <i>takes the nearest chair and gradually +the others settle themselves</i>; <span class="smcap">farrant</span> <i>seeking an +obscure corner. But there follows an uncomfortable +silence, which</i> <span class="smcap">o'connell</span> <i>at last breaks</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> You have sent for me, Lord Horsham?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> I hope that by my message I conveyed no +impression of sending for you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> I am always in some doubt as to by what +person or persons in or out of power this country is +governed. But from all I hear you are at the present +moment approximately entitled to send for me.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The level music of his Irish tongue seems to give +finer edge to his sarcasm.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Well, Mr. O'Connell . . you know our +request before we make it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> Yes, I understand that if the fact of Mr. +Trebell's adultery with my wife were made as public as its +consequences to her must be to-morrow, public opinion<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span> +would make it difficult for you to include him in your +cabinet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Therefore we ask you . . though we have no +right to ask you . . to consider the particular circumstances +and forget the man in the statesman, Mr. O'Connell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> My wife is dead. What have I to do at all +with Mr. Trebell as a man? As a statesman I am in any +case uninterested in him.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Upon this throwing of cold water</i>, <span class="smcap">edmunds</span> <i>returns +to mention even more discreetly</i> . . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">edmunds.</span> Mr. Blackborough is in the library, my +lord.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Patiently impatient.</i>] No, no . . here.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Let me go.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>To the injured</i> <span class="smcap">edmunds</span>.] Wait . . wait.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I'll put him <i>au fait</i>. I shan't come back.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Gratefully.</i>] Yes, yes. [<i>Then to</i> <span class="smcap">edmunds</span> +<i>who is waiting with perfect dignity</i>.] Yes . . yes . . yes.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">edmunds</span> <i>departs and</i> <span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span> <i>makes for the +library door, glad to escape</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> If you are not busy at this hour, Wedgecroft, +I should be grateful if you'd wait for me. I shall +keep you, I think, but a very few minutes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>In his most matter-of-fact tone.</i>] All +right, O'Connell.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He goes into the library.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Don't you think, Cyril, it would be wiser +to prevent your man coming into the room at all while we're +discussing this?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Collecting his scattered tact.</i>] Yes, I thought +I had arranged that he shouldn't. I'm very sorry. He's +a fool. However, there's no one else to come. Once +more, Mr. O'Connell . . [<i>He frames no sentence.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> I am all attention, Lord Horsham.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>with a self-denying effort has risen to his +feet</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Mr. O'Connell, I remain here almost +against my will. I cannot think quite calmly about this +double and doubly heinous sin. Don't listen to us while +we make light of it. If we think of it as a political bother +and ask you to smooth it away . . I am ashamed. But I +believe I may not be wrong if I put it to you that, looking +to the future and for the sake of your own Christian dignity, +it may become you to be merciful. And I pray too . . I +think we may believe . . that Mr. Trebell is feeling need of +your forgiveness. I have no more to say. [<i>He sits down +again.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> It may be. I have never met Mr. Trebell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> I tell you, Mr. O'Connell, putting aside +Party, that your country has need of this man just at this +time.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>They hang upon</i> <span class="smcap">o'connell's</span> <i>reply. It comes with +deliberation</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> I suppose my point of view must be an +unusual one. I notice, at least, that twenty four hours +and more has not enabled Farrant to grasp it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> For God's sake, O'Connell, don't be so +cold-blooded. You have the life or death of a man's +reputation to decide on.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> [<i>With a cold flash of contempt.</i>] That's a +petty enough thing now-a-days it seems to me. There are +so many clever men . . and they are all so alike . . surely +one will not be missed.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Don't you think that is only sarcasm, Mr. +O'Connell?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The voice is so gently reproving that</i> <span class="smcap">o'connell</span> +<i>must turn to him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> Will you please to make allowance, Lord +Charles, for a mediaeval scholar's contempt of modern +government? <b>You</b> at least will partly understand his +horror as a Catholic at the modern superstitions in favour +of popular opinion and control which it encourages. You<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span> +see, Lord Horsham, I am not a party man, only a little +less enthusiastic for the opposite cries than for his own. +You appealed very strangely to my feelings of patriotism +for this country; but you see even my own is—in the +twentieth century—foreign to me. From my point of +view neither Mr. Trebell, nor you, nor the men you have +just defeated, nor any discoverable man or body of men +will make laws which matter . . or differ in the slightest. +You are all part of your age and you all voice—though +in separate keys, or even tunes they may be—only the +greed and follies of your age. That you should do this +and nothing more is, of course, the democratic ideal. You +will forgive my thinking tenderly of the statesmanship of +the fi<b>rst</b> Edward.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>The library door opens and</i> <span class="smcap">russell blackborough</span> +<i>comes in. He has on evening clothes, complicated +by a long silk comforter and the motoring cap which he +carries.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> You know Russell Blackborough.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> I think not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> How d'you do?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">o'connell</span> <i>having bowed</i>, <span class="smcap">blackborough</span> <i>having +nodded, the two men sit down</i>, <span class="smcap">blackborough</span> <i>with +an air of great attention</i>, <span class="smcap">o'connell</span> <i>to continue his +interrupted speech</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> And you are as far from me in your code of +personal morals as in your politics. In neither do you +seem to realise that such a thing as passion can exist. No +doubt you use the words Love and Hatred; but do you +know that love and hatred for principles or persons should +come from beyond a man? I notice you speak of forgiveness +as if it were a penny in my pocket. You have been +endeavouring for these two days to rouse me from my +indifference towards Mr. Trebell. Perhaps you are on +the point of succeeding . . but I do not know what you +may rouse.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> I understand. We are much in agreement, +Mr. O'Connell. What can a man be—who has any pretensions +to philosophy—but helplessly indifferent to the +thousands of his fellow creatures whose fates are intertwined +with his?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> I am glad that you understand. But, +again . . have I been wrong to shrink from personal +relations with Mr. Trebell? Hatred is as sacred a responsibility +as love. And you will not agree with me when +I say that punishment can be the salvation of a man's +soul.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>With aggressive common sense.</i>] Look here, +O'Connell, if you're indifferent it doesn't hurt you to let +him off. And if you hate him . . ! Well, one shouldn't +hate people . . there's no room for it in this world.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Quietly as ever.</i>] We have some authority +for thinking that the punishment of a secret sin is awarded +by God secretly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> We have very poor authority, sir, for +using God's name merely to fill up the gaps in an argument, +though we may thus have our way easily with men who +fear God more than they know him. I am not one of +those. Yes, Farrant, you and your like have left little +room in this world except for the dusty roads on which +I notice you beginning once more to travel. The rule of +them is the same for all, is it not . . from the tramp and +the labourer to the plutocrat in his car? This is the age +of equality; and it's a fine practical equality . . the +equality of the road. But you've fenced the fields of +human joy and turned the very hillsides into hoardings. +Commercial opportunity is painted on them, I think.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Not to be impressed.</i>] Perhaps it is +O'Connell. My father made his money out of newspapers +and I ride in a motor car and you came from Holyhead by +train. What has all that to do with it? Why can't you +make up your mind? You know in this sort of case one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span> +talks a lot . . and then does the usual thing. You must +let Trebell off and that's all about it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> Indeed. And do they still think it worth +while to administer an oath to your witnesses?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He is interrupted by the flinging open of the door +and the triumphant right-this-time-anyhow voice in +which</i> <span class="smcap">edmunds</span> <i>announces</i> "Mr. Trebell, my +lord." <i>The general consternation expresses itself +through</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span>, <i>who complains aloud and unreservedly</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Good God . . No! Charles, I must give +him notice at once . . he'll have to go. [<i>He apologises +to the company.</i>] I beg your pardon.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>By this time</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>is in the room and has discovered +the stranger, who stands to face him without +emotion or anger</i>. <span class="smcap">blackborough's</span> <i>face wears +the grimmest of smiles</i>, <span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>is sorry</i>, <span class="smcap">farrant</span> +<i>recovers from the fit of choking which seemed imminent +and</i> <span class="smcap">edmunds</span>, <i>dimly perceiving by now some fly in +the perfect amber of his conduct, departs. The two +men still face each other.</i> <span class="smcap">farrant</span> <i>is prepared to +separate them should they come to blows, and indeed +is advancing in that anticipation when</i> <span class="smcap">o'connell</span> +<i>speaks</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> I am Justin O'Connell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I guess that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> There's a dead woman between us, Mr. +Trebell.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>A tremor sweeps over</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span>; <i>then he speaks +simply</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I wish she had not died.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> I am called upon by your friends to save +you from the consequences of her death. What have you +to say about that?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I have been wondering what sort of expression +the last of your care for her would find . . but not much.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span> +My wonder is at the power over me that has been given to +something I despised.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Only</i> <span class="smcap">o'connell</span> <i>grasps his meaning. But he, +stirred for the first time and to his very depths, +drives it home.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> Yes . . If I wanted revenge I have it. +She was a worthless woman. First my life and now yours! +Dead because she was afraid to bear your child, isn't she?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>In agony.</i>] I'd have helped that if I could.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> Not the shame . . not the wrong she had +done me . . but just fear—fear of the burden of her +woman-hood. And because of her my children are +bastards and cannot inherit my name. And I must live +in sin against my church, as—God help me—I can't +against my nature. What are men to do when this is +how women use the freedom we have given them? Is the +curse of barrenness to be nothing to a man? And that's +the death in life to which you gentlemen with your fine +civilisation are bringing us. I think we are brothers in +misfortune, Mr. Trebell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Far from responding.</i>] Not at all, sir. If +you wanted children you did the next best thing when she +left you. My own problem is neither so simple nor is it +yet anyone's business but my own. I apologise for +alluding to it.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>takes advantage of the silence that follows</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Shall we . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> [<i>Measuring</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>with his eyes</i>.] And +by which shall I help you to a solution . . telling lies or +the truth to-morrow?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Roughly, almost insolently.</i>] If you want +my advice . . I should do the thing that comes more +easily to you, or that will content you most. If you haven't +yet made up your mind as to the relative importance of my +work and your conscience, it's too late to begin now. Nothing +you may do can affect <b>me</b>.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Fluttering fearfully into this strange dispute.</i>] +O'Connell . . if you and I were to join Wedgecroft . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> You value your work more than anything +else in the world?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Have I anything else in the world?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">o'connell.</span> Have you not? [<i>With grim ambiguity.</i>] +Then I am sorry for you, Mr. Trebell. [<i>Having said all +he had to say, he notices</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span>.] Yes, Lord Horsham, +by all means . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Then</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>opens the library door and sees him +safely through. He passes</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>without any +salutation, nor does</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>turn after him; but +when</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>also is in the library and the door +is closed, comments viciously</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> The man's a sentimentalist . . like all +men who live alone or shut away. [<i>Then surveying his +three glum companions, bursts out.</i>] Well . . ? We can +stop thinking of this dead woman, can't we? It's a waste +of time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Trebell, what did you want to come +here for?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Because you thought I wouldn't. I knew +you'd be sitting round, incompetent with distress, calculating +to a nicety the force of a scandal. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>With the firmest of touches.</i>] Horsham +has called some of us here to discuss the situation. +I am considering my opinion.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> You are not, Blackborough. You haven't +recovered yet from the shock of your manly feelings. Oh, +cheer up. You know we're an adulterous and sterile +generation. Why should you cry out at a proof now and +then of what's always in the hearts of most of us?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Plaintively.</i>] Now, for God's sake, Trebell +. . O'Connell has been going on like that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Well then . . think of what matters.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Of you and your reputation in fact.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Kindly.</i>] Why do you pretend to be callous?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He strokes</i> <span class="smcap">trebell's</span> <i>shoulder, who shakes him off +impatiently</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Do you all mean to out-face the British Lion +with me after to-morrow . . dare to be Daniels?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Bravado won't carry this off.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Blackborough . . it would immortalize you. +I'll stand up in my place in the House of Commons and tell +everything that has befallen soberly and seriously. Why +should I flinch?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> My dear Trebell, if your name comes out at +the inquest—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> If it does! . . whose has been the real +offence against Society . . hers or mine? It's I who am +most offended . . if I choose to think so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> You seem to forget the adultery.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Isn't Death divorce enough for her? And . . +oh, wasn't I right? . . What do you start thinking of once +the shock's over? Punishment . . revenge . . uselessness +. . waste of me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>With finality.</i>] If your name comes out at +the inquest, to talk of anything but retirement from public +life is perfect lunacy . . and you know it.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>comes back from the passage. He is a +little distracted; then the more so at finding himself +again in a highly-charged atmosphere.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> He's gone off with Wedgecroft.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Including</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>now in his appeal.</i>] +Does anyone think he knows me now to be a worse man . . +less fit, less able . . than he did a week ago?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>From the piano-stool comes</i> <span class="smcap">cantelupe's</span> <i>quiet voice</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Yes, Trebell . . I do.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>wheels round at this and ceases all bluster</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> On what grounds?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Unarguable ones.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Finding refuge again in his mantelpiece.</i>] <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span> +You know, he has gone off without giving me his promise.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> That's your own fault, Trebell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> The fool says I didn't give him explicit +instructions.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> What fool?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> That man . . [<i>The name fails him.</i>] . . my +new man. One of those touches of Fate's little finger, +really.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He begins to consult the ceiling and the carpet once +more.</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>tackles</i> <span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>with gravity</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I have only a logical mind, Cantelupe. I +know that to make myself a capable man I've purged myself +of all the sins . . I never was idle enough to commit. I +know that if your God didn't make use of men, sins and +all . . what would ever be done in the world? That one +natural action, which the slight shifting of a social law +could have made as negligible as eating a meal, can make +me incapable . . takes the linch-pin out of one's brain, +doesn't it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Trebell, we've been doing our best to get you +out of this mess. Your remarks to O'Connell weren't of +any assistance, and . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>stands up, so momentously that</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span>'s +<i>gentle flow of speech dries up</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Perhaps I had better say at once that, +whatever hushing up you may succeed in, it will be +impossible for me to sit in a cabinet with Mr. Trebell.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>It takes even</i> <span class="smcap">farrant</span> <i>a good half minute to recover +his power of speech on this new issue</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> What perfect nonsense, Cantelupe! I hope +you don't mean that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Complication number one, Horsham.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Working up his protest.</i>] Why on earth +not? You really mustn't drag your personal feelings and +prejudices into important matters like this . . matters of +state.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> I think I have no choice, when Trebell +stands convicted of a mortal sin, of which he has not even +repented.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With bitterest cynicism.</i>] Dictate any form +of repentance you like . . my signature is yours.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Is this a matter for intellectual jugglery?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>His defence failing at last.</i>] I offered to face +the scandal from my place in the House. That was mad, +wasn't it . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">blackborough</span>—<i>his course mapped out—changes +the tone of the discussion</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Horsham, I hope Trebell will believe +I have no personal feelings in this matter, but we may as +well face the fact even now that O'Connell holding his +tongue to-morrow won't stop gossip in the House, club +gossip, gossip in drawing rooms. What do the Radicals +really care so long as a scandal doesn't get into the papers! +There's an inner circle with its eye on us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Well, what does that care as long as scandal's +its own copyright? Do you know, my dear father refused +a peerage because he felt it meant putting blinkers +on his best newspaper.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>A little subtly.</i>] Still . . now you +and Horsham are cousins, aren't you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Off the track and explanatory.</i>] No, no . . +my wife's mother . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> I'm inaccurate, for I'm not one of +the family circle myself. My money gets me here and any +skill I've used in making it. It wouldn't keep me at a +pinch. And Trebell . . [<i>He speaks through his teeth.</i>] . . +do you think your accession to power in the party is popular +at the best? Who is going to put out a finger to make it +less awkward for Horsham to stick to you if there's a +chance of your going under?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>smiles at some mental picture he is +making</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Can your cousins and aunts make it so +awkward for you, Horsham?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Repaying humour with humour.</i>] I bear +up against their affectionate attentions.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> But I quite understand how uncongenial I +may be. What made you take up with me at all?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Your brains, Trebell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> He should have enquired into my character +first, shouldn't he, Cantelupe?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>With crushing sincerity.</i>] Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Oh, the old unnecessary choice . . Wisdom +or Virtue. We all think we must make it . . and we all +discover we can't. But if you've to choose between +Cantelupe and me, Horsham, I quite see you've no choice.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>now takes the field, using his own weapons</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Charles, it seems to me that we are somewhat +in the position of men who have overheard a private +conversation. Do you feel justified in making public +use of it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> It is not I who am judge. God knows +I would not sit in judgment upon anyone.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Cantelupe, I'll take your personal judgment +if you can give it me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Good Lord, Cantelupe, didn't you sit in a +cabinet with . . Well, we're not here to rake up old +scandals.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> I am concerned with the practical +issue.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> We know, Blackborough. [<i>Having quelled +the interruption he proceeds.</i>] Charles, you spoke, I think, +of a mortal sin.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> In spite of your lifted eyebrows at the +childishness of the word.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Theoretically, we must all wish to guide +ourselves by eternal truths. But you would admit, +wouldn't you, that we can only deal with temporal things?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Writhing slightly under the sceptical +cross-examination.</i>] There are divine laws laid down for +our guidance . . I admit no disbelief in them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Do they place any time-limit to the effect +of a mortal sin? If this affair were twenty years old would +you do as you are doing? Can you forecast the opinion +you will have of it six months hence?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Positively.</i>] Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Can you? Nevertheless I wish you had +postponed your decision even till to-morrow.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Having made his point he looks round almost for +approval.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> What had Percival to say on the +subject, Farrant?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> I was only to make use of his opinion under +certain circumstances.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> So it isn't favourable to your remaining +with us, Mr. Trebell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Indignantly emerging from the trap.</i>] I +never said that.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Now</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>gives the matter another turn, very +forcefully</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Horsham . . I don't bow politely and stand +aside at this juncture as a gentleman should, because I +want to know how the work's to be done if I leave you what +I was to do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Are we so incompetent?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I daresay not. I want to know . . that's all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Please understand, Mr. Trebell, that I +have in no way altered my good opinion of your proposals.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Well, I beg to remind you, Horsham, +that from the first I've reserved myself liberty to criticise +fundamental points in the scheme.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Pacifically.</i>] Quite so . . quite so.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> That nonsensical new standard of +teachers' salaries for one thing . . you'd never pass it.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Quite easily. It's an administrative point, +so leave the legislation vague. Then, as the appropriation +money falls in, the qualifications rise and the salaries rise. +No one will object because no one will appreciate it but +administrators past or future . . and they never cavil at +money. [<i>He remains lost in the beauty of this prospect.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Will you take charge of the bill, Blackborough?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Are you serious?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Brought to earth.</i>] Oh no! [<i>He corrects +himself smiling.</i>] I mean, my dear Blackborough, why +not stick to the Colonies?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> You see, Trebell, there's still the +possibility that O'Connell may finally spike your gun to-morrow. +You realise that, don't you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Thank you. I quite realise that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Can nothing further be done?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Weren't we doing our best?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Yes . . if we were bending our thoughts +to that difficulty now . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Hardly.</i>] May I ask you to interfere on +my behalf no further?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> My dear Trebell!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I assure you that I am interested in the +Disestablishment Bill.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>So they turn readily enough from the more uncomfortable +part of their subject.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Well . . here's Farrant.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> I'm no good. Give me Agriculture.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Pity you're in the Lords, Horsham.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Horsham, I'll devil for any man you choose +to name . . feed him sentence by sentence. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> That's impossible.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Well, what's to become of my bill? I want +to know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Casting his care on Providence.</i>] We<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span> +shall manage somehow. Why, if you had died suddenly . . +or let us say, never been born. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Then, Blackborough . . speaking as a dying +man . . if you go back on the integrity of this scheme, +I'll haunt you. [<i>Having said this with some finality, he +turns his back.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Cyril, I agree with what Trebell is saying. +Whatever happens there must be no tampering with the +comprehensiveness of the scheme. Remember you are in +the hands of the extremists . . on both sides. I won't +support a compromise on one . . nor will they on the other.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Well, I'll confess to you candidly, Trebell, +that I don't know of any man available for this piece of +work but you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Then I should say it would be almost a +relief to you if O'Connell tells on me to-morrow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> We seem to have got off that subject altogether. +[<i>There comes a portentous tap at the door.</i>] Good +Lord! . . I'm getting jumpy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Excuse me.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>A note is handed to him through the half opened +door; and obviously it is at</i> <span class="smcap">edmunds</span> <i>whom he +frowns. Then he returns fidgetting for his glasses</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p>Oh, it turns out . . I'm so sorry you were blundered in +here, Trebell . . this man . . what's his name . . Edwards . . +had been reading the papers and thought it was a cabinet +council . . seemed proud of himself. This is from +Wedgecroft . . scribbled in a messenger office. I never +can read his writing . . it's like prescriptions. Can you?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>It has gradually dawned on the three men and then +on</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>what this note may have in it</i>. <span class="smcap">farrant</span>'s +<i>hand even trembles a little as he takes it. He gathers +the meaning himself and looks at the others with a +smile before he reads the few words aloud.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> "All right. He has promised."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> O'Connell?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Thank God. [<i>He turns enthusiastically to</i> +<span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>who stands rigid</i>.] My dear fellow . . I hope +you know how glad I am.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> I am very glad.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Of course we're all very glad indeed, +Trebell . . very glad we persuaded him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> That's dead and buried now, isn't it?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>moves away from them all and leaves them +wondering. When he turns round his face is as hard +as ever; his voice, if possible, harder.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> But, Horsham, returning to the more important +question . . you've taken trouble, and O'Connell's +to perjure himself for nothing if you still can't get me into +your child's puzzle . . to make the pretty picture that a +Cabinet should be.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>looks at</i> <span class="smcap">blackborough</span> <i>and scents danger</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> We shall all be glad, I am sure, to postpone +any further discussion. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I shall not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Encouragingly.</i>] Quite so, Trebell. +We're on the subject, and it won't discount our pleasure +that you're out of this mess, to continue it. This habit of +putting off the hour of disagreement is . . well, Horsham, +it's contrary to my business instincts.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> If one time's as good as another for you . . +this moment is better than most for me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>A little irritated at the wantonness of this +dispute.</i>] There is nothing before us on which we are +capable of coming to any decision . . in a technical sense.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> That's a quibble. [<i>Poor</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> +<i>gasps</i>.] I'm not going to pretend either now or in a +month's time that I think Trebell anything but a most +dangerous acquisition to the party. I pay you a compliment +in that, Trebell. Now, Horsham proposes that we +should go to the country when Disestablishment's through.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> It's the condition of Nonconformist support.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> One condition. Then you'd leave us, +Trebell?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> I hope not.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> And carry with you the credit of our +one big measure. Consider the effect upon our reputation +with the Country.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Waking to</i> <span class="smcap">blackborough's</span> <i>line of action</i>.] +Why on earth should you leave us, Trebell? You've +hardly been a Liberal, even in name.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Vigorously making his point.</i>] Then +what would be the conditions of your remaining? You're +not a party man, Trebell. You haven't the true party feeling. +You are to be bought. Of course you take your +price in measures, not in money. But you are preeminently +a man of ideas . . an expert. And a man of ideas is +often a grave embarrassment to a government.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> And vice-versa . . vice-versa!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Facing</i> <span class="smcap">blackborough</span> <i>across the room</i>.] +Do I understand that you for the good of the Tory party . . +just as Cantelupe for the good of his soul . . will refuse to +sit in a cabinet with me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Unembarrassed.</i>] I don't commit +myself to saying that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> No, Trebell . . it's that I must believe +your work could not prosper . . in God's way.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>softens to his sincerity</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Cantelupe, I quite understand. You may +be right . . it's a very interesting question. Blackborough, +I take it that you object first of all to the scheme that I'm +bringing you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> I object to those parts of it which I +don't think you'll get through the House.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Feeling that he must take part.</i>] For +instance?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> I've given you one already.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>His eye on</i> <span class="smcap">blackborough</span>.] Under<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span>stand +there are things in that scheme we must stand or fall +by.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Suddenly</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>makes for the door</i>. <span class="smcap">horsham</span> +<i>gets up concernedly</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Horsham, make up your mind to-night +whether you can do with me or not. I have to see Percival +again to-morrow . . we cut short our argument at the +important point. Good-bye . . don't come down. Will +you decide to-night?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> I have made up my own mind.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Is that sufficient?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> A collective decision is a matter of development.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Well, I shall expect to hear.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> By hurrying one only reaches a rash conclusion.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Then be rash for once and take the consequences. +Good-night.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He is gone before</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>can compose another +epigram</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Deprecating such conduct.</i>] Lost his +temper!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Ruffling considerably.</i>] Horsham, if Trebell +is to be hounded out of your cabinet . . he won't go alone.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Bitter-sweet.</i>] My dear Farrant . . I +have yet to form my cabinet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> You are forming it to carry disestablishment, +are you not, Cyril? Therefore you will form it in the +best interests of the best scheme possible.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Trebell was and is the best man I know of +for the purpose. I'm a little weary of saying that.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He folds his arms and awaits further developments. +After a moment</i> <span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>gets up as if to address a +meeting</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Then if you would prefer not to include +me . . I shall feel justified in giving independent sup<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span>port +to a scheme I have great faith in. [<i>And he sits +down again.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Impatiently.</i>] My dear Cantelupe, +if you think Horsham can form a disestablishment cabinet +to include Trebell and exclude you, you're vastly mistaken. +I for one . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> But do both of you consider how valuable, +how vital Trebell is to us just at this moment? The +Radicals trust him. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> They hate him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Elucidating.</i>] Their front bench hates +him because he turned them out. The rest of them hate +their front bench. After six years of office, who wouldn't?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> That's true.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Oh, of course, we must stick to Trebell, +Blackborough.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">blackborough</span> <i>is silent; so</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>turns his +attention to his cousin</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Well, Charles, I won't ask you for a decision +now. I know how hard it is to accept the dictates of +other men's consciences . . but a necessary condition +of all political work; believe me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Uneasily.</i>] You can form your cabinet +without me, Cyril.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>At this</i> <span class="smcap">blackborough</span> <i>charges down on them, so to +speak</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> No, I tell you, I'm damned if he can. +Leaving the whole high church party to blackmail all +they can out of us and vote how they like! Here . . I've +got my Yorkshire people to think of. I can bargain for +them with you in a cabinet . . not if you've the pull +of being out of it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>With charming insinuation.</i>] And have +you calculated, Blackborough, what may become of us if +Trebell has the pull of being out of it?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">blackborough</span> <i>makes a face</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Yes . . I suppose he might turn +nasty.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> I should hope he would.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Tackling</i> <span class="smcap">farrant</span> <i>with great ease</i>.] +I should hope he would consider the matter not from the +personal, but from the political point of view . . as I am +trying to do.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Tasting his epigram with enjoyment.</i>] +Introspection is the only bar to such an honourable endeavour, +[<span class="smcap">blackborough</span> <i>gapes</i>.] You don't suffer from +that as—for instance—Charles here, does.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Pugnaciously.</i>] D'you mean I'm +just pretending not to attack him personally?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Safe on his own ground.</i>] It's only a +curious metaphysical point. Have you never noticed +your distaste for the colour of a man's hair translate +itself ultimately into an objection to his religious opinions +. . or what not? I am sure—for instance—I could trace +Charles's scruples about sitting in a cabinet with Trebell +back to a sort of academic reverence for women generally +which he possesses. I am sure I could . . if he were not +probably now doing it himself. But this does not make the +scruples less real, less religious, or less political. We +must be humanly biased in expression . . or not express +ourselves.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Whose thoughts have wandered.</i>] The +man's less of a danger than he was . . I mean he'll +be alone. The Liberals won't have him back. He +smashed his following there to come over to us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Giving a further meaning to this.</i>] Yes, +Blackborough, he did.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> To gain his own ends! Oh, my dear +Horsham, can't you see that if O'Connell had blabbed to-morrow +it really would have been a blessing in disguise? I +don't pretend to Cantelupe's standard . . but there must +be something radically wrong with a man who could get<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span> +himself into such a mess as that . . now mustn't there? +Ah! . . you have a fatal partiality for clever people. I +tell you . . though this might be patched up . . Trebell +would fail us in some other way before we were six months +older.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>This speech has its effect; but</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>looks at him +a little sternly</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> And am I to conclude that you don't want +Charles to change his mind?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>On another tack.</i>] Farrant has not +yet allowed us to hear Percival's opinion.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">farrant</span> <i>looks rather alarmed</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> It has very little reference to the scandal.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> As that is at an end . . all the more +reason we should hear it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Ranging himself with</i> <span class="smcap">farrant</span>.] I called +this quite informal meeting, Blackborough, only to dispose +of the scandal, if possible.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Well, of course, if Farrant chooses to +insult Percival so gratuitously by burking his message to +us . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>There is an unspoken threat in this.</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>sees +it and without disguising his irritation</i>. . .</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Let us have it, Farrant.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>With a sort of puzzled discontent.</i>] Well . . +I never got to telling him of the O'Connell affair at all. +He started talking to me . . saying that he couldn't for a +moment agree to Trebell's proposals for the finance of his +bill . . I couldn't get a word in edgeways. Then his wife +came up. . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>takes something in this so seriously that he +actually interrupts</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Does he definitely disagree? What is his +point?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> He says Disestablishment's a bad enough +speculation for the party as it is.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> It is inevitable.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> He sees that. But then he says . . to go +to the country again having bolstered up Education and +quarrelled with everybody will be bad enough . . to go +having spent fifty millions on it will dish us all for our +lifetimes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> What does he propose?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> He'll offer to draft another bill and take it +through himself. He says . . do as many good turns as we +can with the money . . don't put it all on one horse.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> He's your man, Horsham. That's +one difficulty settled.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">horsham's</span> <i>thoughts are evidently beyond</i> <span class="smcap">blackborough</span>, +<i>beyond the absent</i> <span class="smcap">percival</span> <i>even</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Oh . . any of us could carry that sort of a +bill.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>has heard this last passage with nothing +less than horror and pale anger, which he contains +no longer</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> I won't have this. I won't have this +opportunity frittered away for party purposes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Expostulating reasonably.</i>] My dear +Cantelupe . . you'll get whatever you think it right for the +Church to have. You carry a solid thirty eight votes +with you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">horsham's</span> <i>smooth voice intervenes. He speaks +with finesse.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Percival, as an old campaigner, expresses +himself very roughly. The point is, that we are after all +only the trustees of the party. If we know that a certain +step will decimate it . . clearly we have no right to take +the step.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Glowing to white heat.</i>] Is this a time to +count the consequences to ourselves?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Unkindly.</i>] By your action this evening, +Charles, you evidently think not. [<i>He salves the wound.</i>] <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span> +No matter, I agree with you . . the bill should be a comprehensive +one, whoever brings it in.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Not without enjoyment of the situation.</i>] +Whoever brings it in will have to knuckle under to +Percival over its finance.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Trebell won't do that. I warned Percival.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Then what did he say?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> He only swore.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>suddenly becomes peevish</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> I think, Farrant, you should have given me +this message before.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> My dear Horsham, what had it to do with +our request to O'Connell?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Scolding the company generally.</i>] Well +then, I wish he hadn't sent it. I wish we were not discussing +these points at all. The proper time for them is at +a cabinet meeting. And when we have actually assumed +the responsibilities of government . . then threats of +resignation are not things to be played about with.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Did you expect Percival's objection to the +finance of the scheme?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Perhaps . . perhaps. I knew Trebell was +to see him last Tuesday. I expect everybody's objections +to any parts of every scheme to come at a time when I am +in a proper position to reconcile them . . not now.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Having vented his grievances he sits down to recover.</i> +<span class="smcap">blackborough</span> <i>takes advantage of the ensuing +pause</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> It isn't so easy for me to speak against +Trebell, since he evidently dislikes me personally as much +as I dislike him . . but I'm sure I'm doing my duty. +Horsham . . here you have Cantelupe who won't stand +in with the man, and Percival who won't stand in with +his measure, while I would sooner stand in with neither. +Isn't it better to face the situation now than take trouble to +form the most makeshift of Cabinets, and if that doesn't go<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span> +to pieces, be voted down in the House by your own party?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>There is an oppressive silence.</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>is sulky. +The matter is beyond</i> <span class="smcap">farrant</span>. <span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>whose +agonies have expressed themselves in slight writhings, +at last, with an effort, writhes himself to his feet</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> I think I am prepared to reconsider my +decision.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> That's all right then!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He looks round wonderingly for the rest of the chorus +to find that neither</i> <span class="smcap">blackborough</span> <i>nor</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> +<i>have stirred</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Stealthily.</i>] Is it, Horsham?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Sotto voce.</i>] Why did you ever make it?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">blackborough</span> <i>leaves him for</i> <span class="smcap">cantelupe</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> You're afraid for the integrity of +the bill.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> It must be comprehensive . . that's vital.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Very forcefully.</i>] I give you my +word to support its integrity, if you'll keep with me in +persuading Horsham that the inclusion of Trebell in his +cabinet will be a blow to the whole Conservative Cause. +Horsham, I implore you not to pursue this short-sighted +policy. All parties have made up their minds to Disestablishment +. . surely nothing should be easier than to +frame a bill which will please all parties.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>At last perceiving the drift of all this.</i>] But +good Lord, Blackborough . . now Cantelupe has come +round and will stand in . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> That's no longer the point. And +what's all this nonsense about going to the country again +next year?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Mildly.</i>] After consulting me Percival +said at Bristol. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Quite unchecked.</i>] I know. But if +we pursue a thoroughly safe policy and the bye-elections +go right . . there need be no vote of censure carried for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span> +three or four years. The Radicals want a rest with the +country and they know it. And one has no right, what's +more, to go wantonly plunging the country into the expenses +of these constant general elections. It ruins trade.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Forlornly sticking to his point.</i>] What has +all this to do with Trebell?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Thoughtfully.</i>] Farrant, beyond what +you've told us, Percival didn't recommend me to throw +him over.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> No, he didn't . . that is, he didn't exactly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Well . . he didn't?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> I'm trying to be accurate! [<i>Obviously their +nerves are now on edge.</i>] He said we should find him +tough to assimilate—as he warned you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>with knit brows, loses himself in thought +again</i>. <span class="smcap">blackborough</span> <i>quietly turns his attention +to</i> <span class="smcap">farrant</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Farrant, you don't seriously think +that . . outside his undoubted capabilities . . Trebell is an +acquisition to the party?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Unwillingly.</i>] Perhaps not. But if you're +going to chuck a man . . don't chuck him when he's +down.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> He's no longer down. We've got +him O'Connell's promise and jolly grateful he ought to +be. I think the least we can do is to keep our minds clear +between Trebell's advantage and the party's.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>From the distant music-stool.</i>] And the +party's and the Country's.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Countering quite deftly.</i>] Cantelupe, +either we think it best for the country to have our party in +power or we don't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>In judicious temper.</i>] Certainly, I don't +feel our responsibility towards him is what it was ten +minutes ago. The man has other careers besides his +political one.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Ready to praise.</i>] Clever as paint +at the Bar—best Company lawyer we've got.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> It is not what he loses, I think . . but +what we lose in losing him.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He says this so earnestly that</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>pays attention</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> No, my dear Charles, let us be practical. +If his position with us is to be made impossible it is better +that he shouldn't assume it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Soft and friendly.</i>] How far are you +actually pledged to him?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>looks up with the most ingenuous of smiles</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> That's always such a difficult sort of point +to determine, isn't it? He thinks he is to join us. But I've +not yet been commanded to form a cabinet. If neither +you—nor Percival—nor perhaps others will work with him +. . what am I to do? [<i>He appeals to them generally to +justify this attitude.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> He no longer thinks he's to join us . . +it's the question he left us to decide.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He leaves</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span>, <i>whose perplexity is diminishing</i>. +<span class="smcap">farrant</span> <i>makes an effort</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> But the scandal won't weaken his position +with us now. There won't be any scandal . . there won't, +Blackborough.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> There may be. Though, I take it we're all +guiltless of having mentioned the matter.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>Very detached.</i>] I've only known of +it since I came into this house . . but I shall not mention +it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> Oh, I'm afraid my wife knows. [<i>He adds +hastily.</i>] My fault . . my fault entirely.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> I tell you Rumour's electric.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>has turned to</i> <span class="smcap">farrant</span> <i>with a sweet smile +and with the air of a man about to be relieved of all +responsibility</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> What does she say?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>As one speaks of a nice woman.</i>] She was +horrified.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Of course. [<i>Once more he finds refuge and +comfort on the hearthrug, to say, after a moment, with fine +resignation.</i>] I suppose I must let him go.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>On his feet again.</i>] Cyril!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Yes, Charles?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>With this query he turns an accusing eye on</i> <span class="smcap">cantelupe</span>, +<i>who is silenced</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Have you made up your mind to that?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>In great distress.</i>] You're wrong, Horsham. +[<i>Then in greater.</i>] That is . . I <b>think</b> you're wrong.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> I'd sooner not let him know to-night.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> But he asked you to.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>All show of resistance gone.</i>] Did he? +Then I suppose I must. [<i>He sighs deeply.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Then I'll get back to Aylesbury.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He picks up his motor-cap from the table and settles +it on his head with immense aplomb.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> So late?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Really one can get along quicker at +night if one knows the road. You're in town, aren't you, +Farrant? Shall I drop you at Grosvenor Square?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Ungraciously.</i>] Thank you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> [<i>With a conqueror's geniality.</i>] I +don't mind telling you now, Horsham, that ever since we +met at Shapters I've been wondering how you'd escape +from this association with Trebell. Thought he was +being very clever when he crossed the House to us! It's +needed a special providence. You'd never have got a +cabinet together to include him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>With much intention.</i>] No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> [<i>Miserably.</i>] Yes, I suppose that intrigue +was a mistake from the beginning.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Well, good-night. [<i>As he turns to go</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span> +<i>he finds</i> <span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>upright, staring very sternly at him</i>.] +Good-night, Cantelupe.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> From what motives have we thrown +Trebell over?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">blackborough.</span> Never mind the motives if the move +is the right one. [<i>Then he nods at</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span>.] I shall +be up again next week if you want me.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>And he flourishes out of the room; a man who has +done a good hour's work.</i> <span class="smcap">farrant</span>, <i>who has been +mooning depressedly around, now backs towards the +door</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">farrant.</span> In one way, of course, Trebell won't care a +damn. I mean, he knows as well as we do that office isn't +worth having . . he has never been a place-hunter. On +the other hand . . what with one thing and the other . . +Blackborough is a sensible fellow. I suppose it can't be +helped.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Blackborough will tell you so. Good-night.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>So</i> <span class="smcap">farrant</span> <i>departs, leaving the two cousins together</i>. +<span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>has not moved and now faces</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> +<i>just as accusingly</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Cyril, this is tragic.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>More to himself than in answer.</i>] Yes . . +most annoying.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Lucifer, son of the morning! Why is it +always the highest who fall?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>shies fastidiously at this touch of poetry</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> No, my dear Charles, let us above all +things keep our mental balance. Trebell is a most +capable fellow. I'd set my heart on having him with me . . +he'll be most awkward to deal with in opposition. But +we shall survive his loss and so would the country.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Desperately.</i>] Cyril, promise me there +shall be no compromise over this measure.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Charmingly candid.</i>] No . . no unnecessary +compromise, I promise you.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>With a sigh.</i>] If we had done what we +have done to-night in the right spirit! Blackborough was +almost vindictive.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Smiling without amusement.</i>] Didn't you +keep thinking . . I did . . of that affair of his with Mrs. +Parkington . . years ago?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> There was never any proof of it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> No . . he bought off the husband.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Uneasily.</i>] His objections to Trebell +were—political.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Yours weren't.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>More uneasily still.</i>] I withdrew +mine.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>With elderly reproof.</i>] I don't think, +Charles, you have the least conception of what a nicely +balanced machine a cabinet is.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Imploring comfort.</i>] But should we have +held together through Trebell's bill?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>A little impatient.</i>] Perhaps not. But +once I had them all round a table . . Trebell is very keen +on office for all his independent airs . . he and Percival +could have argued the thing out. However, it's too late +now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Is it?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>For a moment</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>is tempted to indulge in the +luxury of changing his mind; but he puts Satan +behind him with a shake of the head</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Well, you see . . Percival I can't do without. +Now that Blackborough knows of his objections +to the finance he'd go to him and take Chisholm and offer +to back them up. I know he would . . he didn't take +Farrant away with him for nothing. [<i>Then he flashes out +rather shrilly.</i>] It's Trebell's own fault. He ought not to +have committed himself definitely to any scheme until he +was safely in office. I warned him about Percival . . I +warned him not to be explicit. One cannot work with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span> +men who will make up their minds prematurely. No, I +shall not change my mind. I shall write to him.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He goes firmly to his writing desk leaving</i> <span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> +<i>forlorn</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> What about a messenger?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Not at this time of night. I'll post it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> I'll post it as I go.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He seeks comfort again in the piano and this time +starts to play, with one finger and some hesitation, +the first bars of a Bach fugue.</i> <span class="smcap">horsham's</span> <i>pen-nib +is disappointing him and the letter is not easy to +phrase</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> But I hate coming to immediate decisions. +The administrative part of my brain always tires after +half an hour. Does yours, Charles?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> What do you think Trebell will do now?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>A little grimly.</i>] Punish us all he can.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>On reaching the second voice in the fugue</i> <span class="smcap">cantelupe</span>'s +<i>virtuosity breaks down</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> All that ability turned to destructiveness . . +what a pity! That's the paradox of human activities . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Suddenly</i> <span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>looks up and his face is lighted +with a seraphic smile</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Charles . . I wish we could do without +Blackborough.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>Struck with the idea.</i>] Well . . why not?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> Yes . . I must think about it. [<i>They +both get up, cheered considerably.</i>] You won't forget this, +will you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>The letter in</i> <span class="smcap">horsham's</span> <i>hand accusing +him</i>.] No . . no. I don't think I have been the cause +of your dropping Trebell, have I?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">horsham</span>, <i>rid of the letter, is rid of responsibility +and his charming equable self again. He comforts +his cousin paternally.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> I don't think so. The split would have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span> +come when Blackborough checkmated my forming a +cabinet. It would have pleased him to do that . . and he +could have, over Trebell. But now that question's out of +the way . . you won't get such a bad measure with +Trebell in opposition. He'll frighten us into keeping it up +to the mark, so to speak.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>A little comforted.</i>] But I shall miss +one or two of those ideas . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>So pleasantly sceptical.</i>] Do you think +they'd have outlasted the second reading? Dullness in the +country one expects. Dullness in the House one can cope +with. But do you know, I have never sat in a cabinet +yet that didn't greet anything like a new idea in chilling +silence.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> Well, I should regret to have caused you +trouble, Cyril.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>His hand on the other's shoulder.</i>] Oh . . +we don't take politics so much to heart as that, I hope.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">cantelupe.</span> [<i>With sweet gravity.</i>] I take politics very +much to heart. Yes, I know what you mean . . but that's +the sort of remark that makes people call you cynical. +[<span class="smcap">horsham</span> <i>smiles as if at a compliment and starts with</i> +<span class="smcap">cantelupe</span> <i>towards the door</i>. <span class="smcap">cantelupe</span>, <i>who would not +hurt his feelings, changes the subject</i>.] By the bye, I'm +glad we met this evening! Do you hear Aunt Mary wants +to sell the Burford Holbein? Can she?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">horsham.</span> [<i>Taking as keen, but no keener, an interest in +this than in the difficulty he has just surmounted.</i>] Yes, +by the will she can, but she mustn't. Dear me, I thought +I'd put a stop to that foolishness. Well now, we must +take that matter up very seriously. . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>They go out talking arm in arm.</i></p></blockquote> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_FOURTH_ACT_WASTE" id="THE_FOURTH_ACT_WASTE"></a>THE FOURTH ACT</h3> + +<br /> + +<p>At <span class="smcap">trebell's</span> again; later, the same evening.</p> + +<p class="direct1"><i>His room is in darkness but for the flicker the fire makes +and the streaks of moonlight between the curtains. +The door is open, though, and you see the +light of the lamp on the stairs. You hear his +footstep too. On his way he stops to draw back the +curtains of the passage-way window; the moonlight +makes his face look very pale. Then he serves +the curtains of his own window the same; flings it +open, moreover, and stands looking out. Something +below draws his attention. After leaning over +the balcony with a short</i> "Hullo" <i>he goes quickly +downstairs again. In a minute</i> <span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span> <i>comes +up</i>. <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>follows, pausing by the door a moment +to light up the room</i>. <span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span> <i>is radiant</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>With a twist of his mouth.</i>] Promised, has +he?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Suddenly broke out as we walked along, +that he liked the look of you and that men must stand by +one another nowadays against these women. Then he +said good-night and walked away.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Back to Ireland and the thirteenth century.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> After to-morrow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Taking all the meaning of to-morrow.</i>] Yes. +Are you in for perjury, too?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>His thankfulness checked a little.</i>] +No . . not exactly.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>walks away from him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> It's a pity the truth isn't to be told, I think. I +suppose the verdict will be murder.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> They won't catch the man.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> You don't mean . . me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> No, no . . my dear fellow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> You might, you know. But nobody seems +to see this thing as I see it. If I were on that jury I'd say +murder too and accuse . . so many circumstances, +Gilbert, that we should go home . . and look in the cupboards. +What a lumber of opinions we inherit and keep!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Humouring him.</i>] Ought we to burn +the house down?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Rules and regulations for the preservation of +rubbish are the laws of England . . and I was adding to +their number.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> And so you shall . . to the applause of a +grateful country.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Studying his friend's kindly encouraging +face.</i>] Gilbert, it is not so much that you're an incorrigible +optimist . . but why do you subdue your mind to flatter +people into cheerfulness?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I'm a doctor, my friend.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> You're a part of our tendency to keep things +alive by hook or by crook . . not a spark but must be +carefully blown upon. The world's old and tired; it +dreads extinction. I think I disapprove . . I think I've +more faith.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Scolding him.</i>] Nonsense . . you've +the instinct to preserve your life as everyone else has . . +and I'm here to show you how.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Beyond the reach of his kindness.</i>] I +assure you that these two days while you've been fussing +around O'Connell—bless your kind heart—I've been waiting +events, indifferent enough to understand his indifference.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Not indifferent.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Lifeless enough already, then. [<i>Suddenly +a thought strikes him.</i>] D'you think it was Horsham and +his little committee persuaded O'Connell?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> On the contrary.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> So you need not have let them into +the secret?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> No.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Think of that.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He almost laughs; but</i> <span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span> <i>goes on quite +innocently</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Yes . . I'm sorry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Upsetting their moral digestion for nothing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> But when O'Connell wouldn't listen to +us we had to rope in the important people.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> With their united wisdom. [<i>Then he breaks +away again into great bitterness.</i>] No . . what do they +make of this woman's death? I saw them in that room, +Gilbert, like men seen through the wrong end of a telescope. +D'you think if the little affair with Nature . . her offence +and mine against the conveniences of civilization . . had +ended in my death too . . then they'd have stopped to +wonder at the misuse and waste of the only force there +is in the world . . come to think of it, there is no other . . +than this desire for expression . . in words . . or through +children. Would they have thought of that and stopped +whispering about the scandal?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Through this</i> <span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span> <i>has watched him very +gravely</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Trebell . . if the inquest to-morrow +had put you out of action . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Should I have grown a beard and travelled +abroad and after ten years timidly tried to climb my way +back into politics? When public opinion takes its heel from +your face it keeps it for your finger-tips. After twenty +years to be forgiven by your more broad-minded friends +and tolerated as a dotard by a new generation. . .</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Nonsense. What age are you now . . +forty-six . . forty-seven?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Well . . let's instance a good man. Gladstone +had done his best work by sixty-five. Then he began +to be popular. Think of his last years of oratory.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He has gone to his table and now very methodically +starts to tidy his papers</i>, <span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span> <i>still watching +him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> You'd have had to thank Heaven for a +little that there were more lives than one to lead.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> That's another of your faults, Gilbert . . +it's a comfort just now to enumerate them. You're an +anarchist . . a kingdom to yourself. You make little +treaties with Truth and with Beauty, and what can disturb +you? I'm a part of the machine I believe in. If my life +as I've made it is to be cut short . . the rest of me shall +walk out of the world and slam the door . . with the +noise of a pistol shot.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Concealing some uneasiness.</i>] Then +I'm glad it's not to be cut short. You and your cabinet +rank and your disestablishment bill!</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>starts to enjoy his secret</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes . . our minds have been much relieved +within the last half hour, haven't they?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I scribbled Horsham a note in a messenger +office and sent it as soon as O'Connell had left me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> He'd be glad to get that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> He has been most kind about the whole +thing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Oh, he means well.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Following up his fancied advantage.</i>] +But, my friend . . suicide whilst of unsound mind would +never have done . . The hackneyed verdict hits the truth, +you know.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> You think so?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I don't say there aren't excuses enough<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span> +in this miserable world, but fundamentally . . no sane +person will destroy life.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>His thoughts shifting their plane.</i>] Was she +so very mad? I'm not thinking of her own death.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Don't brood, Trebell. Your mind +isn't healthy yet about her and—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> And my child.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Even</i> <span class="smcap">wedgecroft's</span> <i>kindness is at fault before the +solemnity of this</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Is that how you're thinking of it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> How else? It's very inexplicable . . this +sense of fatherhood. [<i>The eyes of his mind travel down—what +vista of possibilities. Then he shakes himself free.</i>] +Let's drop the subject. To finish the list of shortcomings, +you're a bit of an artist too . . therefore I don't think +you'll understand.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Successfully decoyed into argument.</i>] +Surely an artist is a man who understands.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Everything about life, but not life itself. +That's where art fails a man.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> That's where everything but living fails +a man. [<i>Drifting into introspection himself.</i>] Yes, it's true. +I can talk cleverly and I've written a book . . but I'm +barren. [<i>Then the healthy mind re-asserts itself.</i>] No, +it's not true. Our thoughts are children . . and marry +and intermarry. And we're peopling the world . . not +badly.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Well . . either life is too little a thing to +matter or it's so big that such specks of it as we may be are +of no account. These are two points of view. And then +one has to consider if death can't be sometimes the last +use made of life.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>There is a tone of menace in this which recalls</i> +<span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span> <i>to the present trouble</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I doubt the virtue of sacrifice . . or the +use of it.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> How else could I tell Horsham that my work +matters? Does he think so now? . . not he.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> You mean if they'd had to throw you +over?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Once again</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>looks up with that secretive +smile</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes . . if they'd had to.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Unreasonably nervous, so he thinks.</i>] +My dear fellow, Horsham would have thought it was the +shame and disgrace if you'd shot yourself after the inquest. +That's the proper sentimental thing for you so-called +strong men to do on like occasions. Why, if your name +were to come out to-morrow, your best meaning friends +would be sending you pistols by post, requesting you to +use them like a gentleman. Horsham would grieve over +ten dinner-tables in succession and then return to his +philosophy. One really mustn't waste a life trying to +shock polite politicians. There'd even be a suspicion of +swagger in it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Quite so . . the bomb that's thrown at their +feet must be something otherwise worthless.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">frances</span> <i>comes in quickly, evidently in search of her +brother. Though she has not been crying, her eyes +are wide with grief.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Oh, Henry . . I'm so glad you're still up. +[<i>She notices</i> <span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span>.] How d'you do, Doctor?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Doubling his mask of indifference.</i>] Meistersinger's +over early.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Is it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Not much past twelve yet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>The little gibe lost on her.</i>] It was Tristan +to-night. I'm quite upset. I heard just as I was coming +away . . Amy O'Connell's dead. [<i>Both men hold their +breath.</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>is the first to find control of his and give +the cue</i>.]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes . . Wedgecroft has just told me.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> She was only taken ill last week . . it's so +extraordinary. [<i>She remembers the doctor.</i>] Oh . . have +you been attending her?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> I hear there's to be an inquest.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> But what has been the matter?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Sharply forestalling any answer.</i>] You'll +know to-morrow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>The little snub almost bewildering her.</i>] Anything +private? I mean . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> No . . I'll tell you. Don't make Gilbert +repeat a story twice . . He's tired with a good day's work.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Yes . . I'll be getting away.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">frances</span> <i>never heeds this flash of a further meaning +between the two men</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> And I meant to have gone to see her to-day. +Was the end very sudden? Did her husband arrive in time?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> They didn't get on . . he'll be frightfully +upset.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>resists a hideous temptation to laugh</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Good night, Trebell.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Good night, Gilbert. Many thanks.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>There is enough of a caress in</i> <span class="smcap">trebell's</span> <i>tone to +turn</i> <span class="smcap">frances</span> <i>towards their friend, a little remorseful +for treating him so casually, now as always</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> He's always thanking you. You're always +doing things for him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Good night. [<i>Seeing the tears in her +eyes.</i>] Oh, don't grieve.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> One shouldn't be sorry when people die, I +know. But she liked me more than I liked her. . [<i>This +time</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>does laugh, silently</i>.] . . so I somehow feel +in her debt and unable to pay now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>An edge on his voice.</i>] Yes . . people<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span> +keep on dying at all sorts of ages, in all sorts of ways. But +we seem never to get used to it . . narrow-minded as we +are.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Don't you talk nonsense.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>One note sharper yet.</i>] One should occasionally +test one's sanity by doing so. If we lived in the +logical world we like to believe in, I could also prove that +black was white. As it is . . there are more ways of +killing a cat than hanging it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Had I better give you a sleeping draught?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Are you doctoring him for once? Henry, +have you at last managed to overwork yourself?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> No . . I started the evening by a charming +little dinner at the Van Meyer's . . sat next to Miss Grace +Cutler, who is writing a <i>vie intime</i> of Louis Quinze and +engaged me with anecdotes of the same.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> A champion of her sex, whom I do not like.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> She's writing such a book to prove that +women are equal to anything.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He goes towards the door and</i> <span class="smcap">frances</span> <i>goes with him</i>. +<span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>never turns his head</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I shall not come and open the door for you . . +but mind you shut it.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">frances</span> <i>comes back</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Henry . . this is dreadful about that poor +little woman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> An unwelcome baby was arriving. She got +some quack to kill her.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>These exact words are like a blow in the face to her, +from which, being a woman of brave common sense, +she does not shrink.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> What do you say to that?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She walks away from him, thinking painfully.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> She had never had a child. There's the +common-place thing to say . . Ungrateful little fool! +But . .</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> If you had been in her place?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Subtly.</i>] I have never made the mistake of +marrying. She grew frightened, I suppose. Not just +physically frightened. How can a man understand?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> The fear of life . . do you think it was . . +which is the beginning of all evil?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> A woman must choose what her interpretation +of life is to be . . as a man must too in his way . . +as you and I have chosen, Henry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Asking from real interest in her.</i>] Was +yours a deliberate choice and do you never regret it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Very simply and clearly.</i>] Perhaps one does +nothing quite deliberately and for a definite reason. My +state has its compensations . . if one doesn't value them +too highly. I've travelled in thought over all this question. +You mustn't blame a woman for wishing not to bear children. +But . . well, if one doesn't like the fruit one mustn't +cultivate the flower. And I suppose that saying condemns +poor Amy . . condemned her to death . . [<i>Then her +face hardens as she concentrates her meaning.</i>] and brands +most men as . . let's unsentimentally call it <b>illogical</b>, +doesn't it?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He takes the thrust in silence.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Did you notice the light in my window as +you came in?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Yes . . in both as I got out of the cab. Do +you want the curtains drawn back?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes . . don't touch them.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He has thrown himself into his chair by the fire. +She lapses into thought again.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Poor little woman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>In deep anger.</i>] Well, if women will be +little and poor . .</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She goes to him and slips an arm over his shoulder.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> What is it you're worried about . . if a mere +sister may ask?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Into the fire.</i>] I want to think. I haven't +thought for years.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Why, you have done nothing else.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I've been working out problems in legal and +political algebra.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> You want to think of <b>yourself</b>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Gentle and ironic.</i>] Have you ever, for one +moment, thought in that sense of anyone else?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Is that a complaint?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> The first in ten years' housekeeping.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> No, I never have . . but I've never thought +selfishly either.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> That's a paradox I don't quite understand.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Until women do they'll remain where they +are . . and what they are.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Oh, I know you hate us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes, dear sister, I'm afraid I do. And I +hate your influence on men . . compromise, tenderness, +pity, lack of purpose. Women don't know the values of +things, not even their own value.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>For a moment she studies him, wonderingly.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> I'll take up the counter-accusation to-morrow. +Now I'm tired and I'm going to bed. If I may insult you +by mothering you, so should you. You look tired and I've +seldom seen you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I'm waiting up for a message.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> So late?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> It's a matter of life and death.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Are you joking?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes. If you want to spoil me find me a +book to read.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> What will you have?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Huckleberry Finn. It's on a top shelf +towards the end somewhere . . or should be.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She finds the book. On her way back with it she +stops and shivers.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> I don't think I shall sleep to-night. Poor +Amy O'Connell!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Curiously.</i>] Are you afraid of death?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>With humorous stoicism.</i>] It will be the +end of me, perhaps.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She gives him the book, with its red cover; the '86 +edition, a boy's friend evidently. He fingers it +familiarly.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Thank you. Mark Twain's a jolly fellow. +He has courage . . comic courage. That's what's wanted. +Nothing stands against it. You be-little yourself by +laughing . . then all this world and the last and the next +grow little too . . and so you grow great again. Switch +off some light, will you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Clicking off all but his reading lamp.</i>] +So?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Thanks. Good night, Frankie.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She turns at the door, with a glad smile.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Good night. When did you last use that +nursery name?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Then she goes, leaving him still fingering the book, +but looking into the fire and far beyond. Behind him +through the open window one sees how cold and +clear the night is.</i></p></blockquote> + +<br /> + +<blockquote><p><i>At eight in the morning he is still here. His lamp +is out, the fire is out and the book laid aside. The +white morning light penetrates every crevice of the +room and shows every line on</i> <span class="smcap">trebell's</span> <i>face. The +spirit of the man is strained past all reason. The +door opens suddenly and</i> <span class="smcap">frances</span> <i>comes in, troubled, +nervous. Interrupted in her dressing, she has put +on some wrap or other.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Henry . . Simpson says you've not been to +bed all night.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He turns his head and says with inappropriate +politeness—</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> No. Good morning.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Oh, my dear . . what is wrong?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> The message hasn't come . . and I've been +thinking.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Why don't you tell me? [<i>He turns +his head away.</i>] I think you haven't the right to +torture me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Your sympathy would only blind me towards +the facts I want to face.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">simpson</span>, <i>the maid, undisturbed in her routine, brings +in the morning's letters</i>. <span class="smcap">frances</span> <i>rounds on her +irritably</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> What is it, Simpson?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">maid.</span> The letters, Ma'am.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>is on his feet at that</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Ah . . I want them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Taking the letters composedly enough.</i>] Thank +you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">simpson</span> <i>departs and</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>comes to her for his +letters. She looks at him with baffled affection.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Can I do nothing? Oh, Henry!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Help me to open my letters.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Don't you leave them to Mr. Kent?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Not this morning.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> But there are so many.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>For the first time lifting his voice from its +dull monotony.</i>] What a busy man I was.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Henry . . you're a little mad.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Do you find me so? That's interesting.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>With the ghost of a smile.</i>] Well . . +maddening.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>By this time he is sitting at his table; she near him</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span> +<i>watching closely. They halve the considerable post +and start to open it.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> We arrange them in three piles . . personal . . +political . . and preposterous.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> This is an invitation . . the Anglican +League.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I can't go.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She looks sideways at him as he goes on mechanically +tearing the envelopes.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> I heard you come upstairs about two +o'clock.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> That was to dip my head in water. Then I +made an instinctive attempt to go to bed . . got my tie off +even.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Her anxiety breaking out.</i>] If you'd tell me +that you're only ill . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Forbiddingly commonplace.</i>] What's that +letter? Don't fuss . . and remember that abnormal +conduct is sometimes quite rational.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">frances</span> <i>returns to her task with misty eyes</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> It's from somebody whose son can't get into +something.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> The third heap . . Kent's . . the preposterous. +[<i>Talking on with steady monotony.</i>] But I +saw it would not do to interrupt that logical train of +thought which reached definition about half past six. I +had then been gleaning until you came in.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Turning the neat little note in her hand.</i>] +This is from Lord Horsham. He writes his name small +at the bottom of the envelope.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Without a tremor.</i>] Ah . . give it me.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He opens this as he has opened the others, carefully +putting the envelope to one side.</i> <span class="smcap">frances</span> <i>has +ceased for the moment to watch him</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> That's Cousin Robert's handwriting. [<i>She +puts a square envelope at his hand.</i>] Is a letter marked<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span> +private from the Education Office political or personal?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>By this he has read</i> <span class="smcap">horsham's</span> <i>letter twice. So he +tears it up and speaks very coldly.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Either. It doesn't matter.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>In the silence her fears return.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Henry, it's a foolish idea . . I suppose +I have it because I hardly slept for thinking of her. +Your trouble is nothing to do with Amy O'Connell, +is it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>His voice strangled in his throat.</i>] Her +child should have been my child too.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Her eyes open, the whole landscape of her +mind suddenly clear.</i>] Oh, I . . no, I didn't think so . . +but. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Dealing his second blow as remorselessly as +dealt to him.</i>] Also I'm not joining the new Cabinet, my +dear sister.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Her thoughts rushing now to the present—the +future.</i>] Not! Because of . . ? Do people know? +Will they . ? You didn't . . ?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>As mechanically as ever he has taken up</i> <span class="smcap">cousin +robert's</span> <i>letter and, in some sense, read it. Now he +recapitulates, meaninglessly, that his voice may just +deaden her pain and his own.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Robert says . . that we've not been to see +them for some time . . but that now I'm a greater man +than ever I must be very busy. The vicarage has been +painted and papered throughout and looks much fresher. +Mary sends you her love and hopes you have no return of +the rheumatism. And he would like to send me the proof +sheets of his critical commentary on First Timothy . . for +my alien eye might possibly detect some logical lapses. +Need he repeat to me his thankfulness at my new attitude +upon Disestablishment . . or assure me again that I +have his prayers. Could we not go and stay there only +for a few days? Possibly his opinion—</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She has borne this cruel kindness as long as she can +and she breaks out . .</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Oh . . don't . . don't!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He falls from his seeming callousness to the very +blankness of despair.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> No, we'll leave that . . and the rest . . and +everything.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Her agony passes.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> What do you mean to do?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> There's to be no public scandal.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Why has Lord Horsham thrown you over +then . . or hasn't that anything to do with it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> It has to do with it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Lifting her voice; some tone returning to it.</i>] +Unconsciously . . I've known for years that this sort of +thing might happen to you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Why?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Power over men and women and contempt +for them! Do you think they don't take their revenge +sooner or later?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Much good may it do them!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Human nature turns against you . . by +instinct . . in self-defence.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> And my own human-nature!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Shocked into great pity, by his half articulate +pain.</i>] Yes . . you must have loved her, Henry . . in +some odd way. I'm sorry for you both.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I'm hating her now . . as a man can only +hate his own silliest vices.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Flashing into defence.</i>] That's wrong of +you. If you thought of her only as a pretty little fool . . +Bearing your child . . all her womanly life belonged to +you . . and for that time there was no other sort of life +in her. So she became what you thought her.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> That's not true.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> It's true enough . . it's true of men towards<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span> +women. You can't think of them through generations +as one thing and then suddenly find them another.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Hammering at his fixed idea.</i>] She should +have brought that child into the world.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> You didn't love her enough!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I didn't love her at all.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Then why should she value your gift?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> For its own sake.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Turning away.</i>] It's hopeless . . you don't +understand.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Helpless; almost like a deserted child.</i>] +I've been trying to . . all through the night.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Turning back enlightened a little.</i>] That's +more the trouble then than the Cabinet question?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He shakes himself to his feet and begins to +pace the room; his keenness coming back to +him, his brow knitting again with the delight of +thought.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Oh . . as to me against the world . . +I'm fortified with comic courage. [<i>Then turning on her +like any examining professor.</i>] Now which do you believe +. . that Man is the reformer, or that the Time brings forth +such men as it needs and lobster-like can grow another +claw?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Watching this new mood carefully.</i>] I +believe that you'll be missed from Lord Horsham's +Cabinet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> The hand-made statesman and his hand-made +measure! They were out of place in that pretty +Tory garden. Those men are the natural growth of the +time. Am I?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Just as much. And wasn't your bill going +to be such a good piece of work? That can't be thrown +away . . wasted.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Can one impose a clever idea upon men and +women? I wonder.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> That rather begs the question of your very +existence, doesn't it?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He comes to a standstill.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I know.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>His voice shows her that meaning in her words and +beyond it a threat. She goes to him, suddenly +shaking with fear.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Henry, I didn't mean that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> You think I've a mind to put an end to +that same?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Belittling her fright.</i>] No . . for how +unreasonable. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> In view of my promising past. I've stood +for success, Fanny; I still stand for success. I could still +do more outside the Cabinet than the rest of them, inside, +will do. But suddenly I've a feeling the work would be +barren. [<i>His eyes shift beyond her; beyond the room.</i>] +What is it in your thoughts and actions which makes them +bear fruit? Something that the roughest peasant may +have in common with the best of us intellectual men . . +something that a dog might have. It isn't successful +cleverness.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She stands . . his trouble beyond her reach.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Come now . . you've done very well with +your life.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Do you know how empty I feel of all virtue +at this moment?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He leaves her. She must bring him back to the +plane on which she can help him.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> We must think what's best to be done . . +now . . and for the future.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Why, I could go on earning useless money +at the Bar . . think how nice that would be. I could +blackmail the next judgeship out of Horsham. I think I +could even smash his Disestablishment Bill . . and perhaps +get into the next Liberal Cabinet and start my own all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span> +over again, with necessary modifications. I shan't do +any such things.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> No one knows about you and poor Amy?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Half a dozen friends. Shall I offer to give +evidence at the inquest this morning?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>With a little shiver.</i>] They'll say bad +enough things about her without your blackening her +good name.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Without warning, his anger and anguish break +out again.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> All she had . . all there is left of her! She +was a nothingness . . silly . . vain. And I gave her this +power over me!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He is beaten, exhausted. Now she goes to him, +motherlike.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> My dear, listen to me for a little. Consider +that as a sorrow and put it behind you. And think +now . . whatever love there may be between us has +neither hatred nor jealousy in it, has it, Henry? Since +I'm not a mistress or a friend but just the likest fellow-creature +to you . . perhaps.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Putting out his hand for hers.</i>] Yes, my +sister. What I've wanted to feel for vague humanity has +been what I should have felt for you . . if you'd ever made +a single demand on me.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She puts her arms round him; able to speak.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Let's go away somewhere . . I'll make +demands. I need refreshing as much as you. My joy +of life has been withered in me . . oh, for a long time +now. We must kiss the earth again . . take interest in +common things, common people. There's so much of the +world we don't know. There's air to breathe everywhere. +Think of the flowers in a Tyrol valley in the early spring. +One can walk for days, not hurrying, as soon as the passes +are open. And the people are kind. There's Italy . . +there's Russia full of simple folk. When we've learned to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span> +be friends with them we shall both feel so much better.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>Shaking his head, unmoved.</i>] My dear +sister . . I should be bored to death. The life contemplative +and peripatetic would literally bore me into a living +death.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Letting it be a fairy tale.</i>] Is your mother +the Wide World nothing to you? Can't you open your +heart like a child again?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> No, neither to the beauty of Nature nor the +particular human animals that are always called a part of +it. I don't even see them with your eyes. I'm a son of +the anger of Man at men's foolishness, and unless I've +that to feed upon . . .! [<i>Now he looks at her, as if for the first +time wanting to explain himself, and his voice changes.</i>] +Don't you know that when a man cuts himself shaving, +he swears? When he loses a seat in the Cabinet he turns +inward for comfort . . and if he only finds there a spirit +which should have been born, but is dead . . what's to be +done then?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>In a whisper.</i>] You mustn't think of that +woman. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> I've reasoned my way through life. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> I see how awful it is to have the double blow +fall.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>The wave of his agony rising again.</i>] But +here's something in me which no knowledge touches . . +some feeling . . some power which should be the beginning +of new strength. But it has been killed in me unborn +before I had learnt to understand . . and that's killing me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Crying out.</i>] Why . . why did no woman +teach you to be gentle? Why did you never believe in any +woman? Perhaps even I am to blame. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> The little fool, the little fool . . why did +she kill my child? What did it matter what I thought +her? We were committed together to that one thing. Do +you think I didn't know that I was heartless and that she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span> +was socially in the wrong? But what did Nature care +for that? And Nature has broken us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Clinging to him as he beats the air.</i>] Not +you. She's dead, poor girl . . but not you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Yes . . that's the mystery no one need believe +till he has dipped in it. The man bears the child in his +soul as the woman carries it in her body.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>There is silence between them, till she speaks low and +tonelessly, never loosing his hand.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Henry, I want your promise that you'll go on +living till . . till . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Don't cry, Fanny, that's very foolish.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Till you've learnt to look at all this calmly. +Then I can trust you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">trebell</span> <i>smiles, not at all grimly</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> But, you see, it would give Horsham and +Blackborough such a shock if I shot myself . . it would +make them think about things.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>With one catch of wretched laughter.</i>] Oh, +my dear, if shooting's wanted . . shoot them. Or I'll +do it for you.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He sits in his chair just from weariness. She +stands by him, her hand still grasping his.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> You see, Fanny, as I said to Gilbert last +night . . our lives are our own and yet not our own. We +understand living for others and dying for others. The +first is easy . . it's a way out of boredom. To make the +second popular we had to invent a belief in personal resurrection. +Do you think we shall ever understand dying +in the sure and certain hope that it really doesn't matter . . +that God is infinitely economical and wastes perhaps less +of the power in us after our death than men do while we +live?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> I want your promise, Henry.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> You know I never make promises . . it's +taking oneself too seriously. Unless indeed one has the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span> +comic courage to break them too. I've upset you very +much with my troubles. Don't you think you'd better +go and finish dressing? [<i>She doesn't move.</i>] My dear . . +you don't propose to hold my right hand so safely for +years to come. Even so, I still could jump out of a +window.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> I'll trust you, Henry.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>She looks into his eyes and he does not flinch. Then, +with a final grip she leaves him. When she is at the +door he speaks more gently than ever.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Your own life is sufficient unto itself, +isn't it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Oh yes. I can be pleasant to talk to and +give good advice through the years that remain. [<i>Instinctively +she rectifies some little untidiness in the room.</i>] +What fools they are to think they can run that government +without you!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Horsham will do his best. [<i>Then, as for the +second time she reaches the door.</i>] Don't take away my +razors, will you? I only use them for shaving.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Almost blushing.</i>] I half meant to . . I'm +sorry. After all, Henry, just because they are forgetting +in personal feelings what's best for the country . . it's +your duty not to. You'll stand by and do what you can, +won't you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> [<i>His queer smile returning, in contrast to her +seriousness.</i>] Disestablishment. It's a very interesting +problem. I must think it out.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Really puzzled.</i>] What do you mean?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He gets up with a quick movement of strange strength, +and faces her. His smile changes into a graver +gladness.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">trebell.</span> Something has happened . . in spite of me. +My heart's clean again. I'm ready for fresh adventures.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>With a nod and answering gladness.</i>] +That's right.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p><i>So she leaves him, her mind at rest. For a minute +he does not move. When his gaze narrows it falls +on the heaps of letters. He carries them carefully +into</i> <span class="smcap">walter kent's</span> <i>room and arranges them as +carefully on his table. On his way out he stops for a +moment; then with a sudden movement bangs the door.</i></p></blockquote> + +<blockquote><p><i>Two hours later the room has been put in order. It +is even more full of light and the shadows are harder +than usual. The doors are open, showing you</i> <span class="smcap">kent</span>'s +<i>door still closed. At the big writing table in</i> <span class="smcap">trebell</span>'s +<i>chair sits</i> <span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span>, <i>pale and grave, intent on +finishing a letter</i>. <span class="smcap">frances</span> <i>comes to find him. For +a moment she leans on the table silently, her eyes half +closed. You would say a broken woman. When she +speaks it is swiftly, but tonelessly.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Lord Horsham is in the drawing room . . +and I can't see him, I really can't. He has come to say +he is sorry . . and I should tell him that it is his fault, +partly. I know I should . . and I don't want to. Won't +you go in? What are you writing?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span>, <i>with his physicianly pre-occupation, +can attend, understand, sympathise, without looking +up at her</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Never mind. A necessary note . . to +the Coroner's office. Yes, I'll see Horsham.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> I've managed to get the pistol out of his +hand. Was that wrong . . oughtn't I to have touched it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Of course you oughtn't. You must +stay away from the room. I'd better have locked +the door.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Pitifully.</i>] I'm sorry . . but I couldn't +bear to see the pistol in his hand. I won't go back. After +all he's not there in the room, is he? But how long do you +think the spirit stays near the body . . how long? When +people die gently of age or weakness . . . But when the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span> +spirit and body are so strong and knit together and all +alive as his . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>His hand on hers.</i>] Hush . . hush.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> His face is very eager . . as if it still could +speak. I know that.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant</span> <i>comes through the open doorway</i>. +<span class="smcap">frances</span> <i>hears her steps and turning falls into her +outstretched arms to cry there</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Oh, Julia!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Oh my dear Fanny! I came with +Cyril Horsham . . I don't think Simpson even saw me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> I can't go in and talk to him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> He'll understand. But I heard you +come in here . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I'll tell Horsham.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He has finished and addressed his letter, so he goes +out with it.</i> <span class="smcap">frances</span> <i>lifts her head. These two +are in accord and can speak their feelings without +disguise or preparation.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Julia, Julia . . isn't it unbelievable?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> I'd give . . oh, what wouldn't I give +to have it undone!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> I knew he meant to . . and yet I thought +I had his promise. If he really meant to . . I couldn't +have stopped it, could I?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Walter sent to tell me and I sent round +to . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Walter came soon after, I think. Julia, I was in +my room . . it was nearly breakfast time . . when I heard +the shot. Oh . . don't you think it was cruel of him?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> He had a right to. We must remember +that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> You say that easily of my brother . . you +wouldn't say it of your husband.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>They are apart by this.</i> <span class="smcap">julia farrant</span> <i>goes to her +gently</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Fanny . . will it leave you so very +lonely?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Yes . . lonelier than you can ever be. You +have children. I'm just beginning to realise. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Leading her from the mere selfishness +of sorrow.</i>] There's loneliness of the spirit, too.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> Ah, but once you've tasted the common joys +of life . . once you've proved all your rights as a man or +woman . . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Then there are subtler things to miss. +As well be alone like you, or dead like him, without them . . +I sometimes think.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Responsive, lifted from egoism, reading her +friend's mind.</i>] You demand much.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> I wish that he had demanded much of +any woman.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> You know how this misery began? That +poor little wretch . . she's lying dead too. They're both +dead together now. Do you think they've met . . ?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">julia</span> <i>grips both her hands and speaks very steadily +to help her friend back to self control</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> George told me as soon as he was told. +I tried to make him understand my opinion, but he thought +I was only shocked.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> I was sorry for her. Now I can't forgive +her either.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>Angry, remorseful, rebellious.</i>] When +will men learn to know one woman from another?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>With answering bitterness.</i>] When will all +women care to be one thing rather than the other?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>They are stopped by the sound of the opening of</i> +<span class="smcap">kent's</span> <i>door</i>. <span class="smcap">walter</span> <i>comes from his room, some +papers from his table held listlessly in one hand. He +is crying, undisguisedly, with a child's grief.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> Oh . . am I in your way . . ?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> I didn't know you were still here, Walter.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">kent.</span> I've been going through the letters as usual. I +don't know why, I'm sure. They won't have to be answered +now . . will they?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft</span> <i>comes back, grave and tense</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Horsham has gone. He thought perhaps +you'd be staying with Miss Trebell for a bit.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Yes, I shall be.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> I must go too . . it's nearly eleven.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> To the <b>other</b> inquest?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>This stirs her two listeners to something of a +shudder.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> Yes.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>In a low voice.</i>] It will make no +difference now . . I mean . . still nothing need come +out? We needn't know why he . . why he did it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> When he talked to me last night, and +I didn't know what he was talking of. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> He was waiting this morning for Lord +Horsham's note. . .</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> [<i>In real alarm.</i>] Oh, it wasn't because +of the Cabinet trouble . . you must persuade Cyril +Horsham of that. You haven't told him . . he's so +dreadfully upset as it is. I've been swearing it had nothing +to do with that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">wedgecroft.</span> [<i>Cutting her short, bitingly.</i>] Has a time +ever come to you when it was easier to die than to go on +living? Oh . . I told Lord Horsham just what I +thought.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>He leaves them, his own grief unexpressed.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">frances.</span> [<i>Listlessly.</i>] Does it matter why?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">mrs. farrant.</span> Need there be more suffering and +reproaches? It's not as if even grief would do any good. +[<i>Suddenly with nervous caution.</i>] Walter, you don't know, +do you?</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">walter</span> <i>throws up his tear-marked face and a man's +anger banishes the boyish grief</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">walter.</span> No, I don't know why he did it . . and I +don't care. And grief is no use. I'm angry . . just +angry at the waste of a good man. Look at the work +undone . . think of it! Who is to do it! Oh . . the +waste . . !</p> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>"The Marrying of Ann Leete" was produced by the +Stage Society at the Royalty Theatre on the evening of +January 26th, 1902.</i></p> + +<br /> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="cast"> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Ann Leete</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Winifred Fraser</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Lord John Carp</span></td><td align="right"><i>Julian Royce</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">George Leete</span></td><td align="right"><i>Kenneth Douglas</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mr. Daniel Tatton</span></td><td align="right"><i>J. Malcolm Dunn</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Lady Cottesham</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Henrietta Watson</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Carnaby Leete</span></td><td align="right"><i>H. A. Saintsbury</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">John Abud</span></td><td align="right"><i>C. M. Hallard</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Rev. Dr. Remnant</span></td><td align="right"><i>Howard Sturge</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Opie</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Helen Rous</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Dimmuck</span></td><td align="right"><i>George Trollope</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mr. Tetgeen</span></td><td align="right"><i>A. E. George</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Lord Arthur Carp</span></td><td align="right"><i>Charles V. France</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mr. Smallpeice</span></td><td align="right"><i>J. Y. F. Cooke</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Sir George Leete</span></td><td align="right"><i>Arthur Grenville</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mr. Crowe</span></td><td align="right"><i>Sydney Paxton</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Lady Leete</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Bessie Page</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mrs. George Leete</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Florence Neville</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Rev. Mr. Tozer</span></td><td align="right"><i>Ivan Berlin</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mr. Prestige</span></td><td align="right"><i>Howard Templeton</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Prestige</span></td><td align="right"><i>Mrs. Gordon Gray</i></td></tr> +</table></div> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>"The Voysey Inheritance" was first played at the Court +Theatre, a Vedrenne-Barker performance, on the afternoon +of November 7th 1905.</i></p> + +<br /> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="cast"> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mr. Voysey</span></td><td align="right"><i>A. E. George</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Voysey</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Florence Haydon</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Trenchard Voysey, K. C.</span></td><td align="right"><i>Eugene Mayeur</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Honor Voysey</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Geraldine Olliffe</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Major Booth Voysey</span></td><td align="right"><i>Charles Fulton</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Booth Voysey</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Grace Edwin</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Christopher</span></td><td align="right"><i>Harry C. Duff</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Edward Voysey</span></td><td align="right"><i>Thalberg Corbett</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Hugh Voysey</span></td><td align="right"><i>Dennis Eadie</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Hugh Voysey</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Henrietta Watson</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Ethel Voysey</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Alexandra Carlisle</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Denis Tregoning</span></td><td align="right"><i>Frederick Lloyd</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Alice Maitland</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Mabel Hackney</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mr. Booth</span></td><td align="right"><i>O. B. Clarence</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Rev. Evan Colpus</span></td><td align="right"><i>Edmund Gwenn</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Peacey</span></td><td align="right"><i>Trevor Lowe</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Phoebe</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Gwynneth Galton</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mary</span></td><td align="right"><i>Mrs. Fordyce</i></td></tr> +</table></div> +<br /><br /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[Pg 347]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>"Waste" was produced by the Stage Society at the Imperial +Theatre, Westminster, on the evening of November +24th, 1907.</i></p> + +<br /> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="cast"> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Lady Davenport</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Amy Coleman</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Walter Kent</span></td><td align="right"><i>Vernon Steel</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Farrant</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Beryl Faber</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Miss Trebell</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Henrietta Watson</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mrs. O'Connell</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Aimée De Burgh</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Lucy Davenport</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Dorothy Thomas</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">George Farrant</span></td><td align="right"><i>Frederick Lloyd</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Russell Blackborough</span></td><td align="right"><i>A. Holmes-Gore</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Footman</span></td><td align="right"><i>Allan Wade</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Henry Trebell</span></td><td align="right"><i>Granville Barker</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Simpson</span></td><td align="right"><i>Miss Mary Barton</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Gilbert Wedgecroft</span></td><td align="right"><i>Berte Thomas</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Lord Charles Cantelupe</span></td><td align="right"><i>Dennis Eadie</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Earl of Horsham</span></td><td align="right"><i>Henry Vibart</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Edmunds</span></td><td align="right"><i>Trevor Lowe</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Justin O'Connell</span></td><td align="right"><i>J. Fisher White</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<br /><br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /><br /> + +<p><b>Transcriber's Notes:-</b></p> + +<p>ellipses and hyphenation have been kept as in the original.</p> + +<p>P. 16 "Innocency's opininons are invariably entertaining." changed to "Innocency's opinions are invariably entertaining."</p> + +<p>P. 79 "[<i>Disgustedly to</i> <span class="smcap">mr. smallpiece</span>]" changed to +"[<i>Disgustedly to</i> <span class="smcap">mr. smallpeice</span>]"</p> + +<p>P. 103 "In ten years years I may be" changed to "In ten years I may be"</p> + +<p>P. 145 "one can trace the pyschology" changed to "one can trace the psychology"</p> + +<p>G e s p e r r t spacing has been replaced with <b>bold</b> markup.</p> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Three Plays by Granville-Barker, by +Harley Granville-Barker + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THREE PLAYS BY GRANVILLE-BARKER *** + +***** This file should be named 35640-h.htm or 35640-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/3/5/6/4/35640/ + +Produced by David T. 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