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                          THE LAND OF PROMISE

                         _By the same Author_


                            THE UNKNOWN
                            THE CIRCLE
                            THE EXPLORER
                            JACK STRAW
                            LADY FREDERICK
                            LANDED GENTRY
                            THE TENTH MAN
                            A MAN OF HONOUR
                            MRS. DOT
                            PENELOPE
                            SMITH
                            CÆSAR’S WIFE

                       LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN




                              THE LAND OF
                                PROMISE

                         A COMEDY IN FOUR ACTS

                                  BY
                             W. S. MAUGHAM

                         [Illustration: 1922]

                       LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN

                    LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN. 1922


                                  TO
                            IRENE VANBRUGH


_All applications regarding the Performance Rights of this play should
be addressed to Mr. R. Golding Bright, 20, Green Street, Leicester
Square, London, W.C. 2._

This play was produced on February 26, 1914, at the Duke of York’s
Theatre, with the following cast:


              NORAH MARSH                 Irene Vanbrugh.
              EDWARD MARSH                C. V. France.
              GERTRUDE MARSH              Marion Ashworth.
              FRANK TAYLOR                Godfrey Tearle.
              REGINALD HORNBY             Basil Foster.
              BENJAMIN TROTTER            George Tully.
              SIDNEY SHARP                J. Woodall-Birde.
              EMMA SHARP                  Mary Rorke.
              JAMES WICKHAM               Athol Stewart.
              DOROTHY WICKHAM             Netta Westcott.
              AGNES PRINGLE               Lena Halliday.
              CLEMENT WYNNE               Charles Goodwin.
              KATE                        Marion Christie Murray.




                              CHARACTERS


                            NORAH MARSH.
                            EDWARD MARSH.
                            GERTRUDE MARSH.
                            FRANK TAYLOR.
                            REGINALD HORNBY.
                            BENJAMIN TROTTER.
                            SIDNEY SHARP.
                            EMMA SHARP.
                            JAMES WICKHAM.
                            DOROTHY WICKHAM.
                            AGNES PRINGLE.
                            CLEMENT WYNNE.
                            KATE.

The action of the play takes place at Tunbridge Wells, and later in
Canada.




                          THE LAND OF PROMISE




                                 ACT I


     SCENE: _The drawing-room at Miss Wickham’s house in Tunbridge
     Wells. It is a room in which there is too much furniture. There are
     armchairs covered with faded chintz, little tables here and there,
     cabinets containing china, a great many photographs in silver
     frames, porcelain ornaments wherever there is a vacant space,
     Chippendale chairs and chairs from the Tottenham Court Road. There
     are flowers in vases and growing plants. The wall-paper has a
     pattern of enormous chrysanthemums, and on the walls are a large
     number of old-fashioned watercolours in gilt frames. There is one
     door, which leads into the hall; and a French window opens on to
     the garden. The window is decorated with white lace curtains. It is
     four o’clock in the afternoon. The sun is streaming through the
     drawn blinds. There is a wreath of white flowers in a cardboard box
     on one of the chairs. The door is opened by_ KATE, _the
     parlour-maid. She is of respectable appearance and of a decent age.
     She admits_ MISS PRINGLE. MISS PRINGLE _is companion to a wealthy
     old lady in Tunbridge Wells. She is a woman of middle age, plainly
     dressed, thin and narrow of shoulders, with a weather-beaten, tired
     face and grey hair._

KATE.

I’ll tell Miss Marsh you’re here, Miss Pringle.

MISS PRINGLE.

How is she to-day, Kate?

KATE.

She’s tired out, poor thing. She’s lying down now. But I’m sure she’d
like to see you, Miss.

MISS PRINGLE.

I’m very glad she didn’t go to the funeral.

KATE.

Dr. Evans thought she’d better stay at home, Miss, and Mrs. Wickham said
she’d only upset herself if she went.

MISS PRINGLE.

I wonder how she stood it all those months, waiting on Miss Wickham hand
and foot.

KATE.

Miss Wickham wouldn’t have a professional nurse. And you know what she
was, Miss.... Miss Marsh slept in Miss Wickham’s room, and the moment
she fell asleep Miss Wickham would have her up because her pillow wanted
shaking, or she was thirsty, or something.

MISS PRINGLE.

I suppose she was very inconsiderate.

KATE.

Inconsiderate isn’t the word, Miss. I wouldn’t be a lady’s companion,
not for anything. What they have to put up with!

MISS PRINGLE.

Oh, well, everyone isn’t like Miss Wickham. The lady I’m companion to,
Mrs. Hubbard, is kindness itself.

KATE.

That sounds like Miss Marsh coming downstairs [_She goes to the door and
opens it._] Miss Pringle is here, Miss.

     [NORAH _comes in. She is a woman of twenty-eight, with a pleasant,
     honest face and a happy smile. She is gentle, with quiet manners,
     but she has a quick temper, under very good control, and a
     passionate nature which is hidden under a demure appearance. She is
     simply dressed in black._]

NORAH.

I _am_ glad to see you. I was hoping you’d be able to come here this
afternoon.

MISS PRINGLE.

Mrs. Hubbard has gone for a drive with somebody or other, and didn’t
want me.

     [_They kiss one another._ NORAH _notices the wreath_.]

NORAH.

What’s this?

KATE.

It didn’t arrive till after they’d started, Miss.

NORAH.

I wonder whom it’s from. [_She looks at a card which is attached to the
wreath._] “From Mrs. Alfred Vincent, with deepest regret for my dear
Miss Wickham and heartiest sympathy for her sorrowing relatives.”

KATE.

Sorrowing relatives is good, Miss.

NORAH.

[_Remonstrating._] Kate ... I think you’d better take it away.

KATE.

What shall I do with it, Miss?

NORAH.

I’m going to the cemetery a little later. I’ll take it with me.

KATE.

Very good, Miss.

     [KATE _takes up the box and goes out_.]

MISS PRINGLE.

You haven’t been crying, Norah?

NORAH.

[_With a little apologetic smile._] Yes, I couldn’t help it.

MISS PRINGLE.

What on earth for?

NORAH.

My dear, it’s not unnatural.

MISS PRINGLE.

Well, I don’t want to say anything against her now she’s dead and gone,
poor thing, but Miss Wickham was the most detestable old woman I ever
met.

NORAH.

I don’t suppose one can live all that time with anyone and not be a
little sorry to part with them for ever. I was Miss Wickham’s companion
for ten years.

MISS PRINGLE.

How you stood it! Exacting, domineering, disagreeable.

NORAH.

Yes, I suppose she was. Because she paid me a salary she thought I
wasn’t a human being. I never saw anyone with such a bitter tongue. At
first I used to cry every night when I went to bed because of the things
she said to me. But I got used to them.

MISS PRINGLE.

I wonder you didn’t leave her. I would have.

NORAH.

It’s not easy to get posts as lady’s companion.

MISS PRINGLE.

That’s true. They tell me the agents’ books are full of people wanting
situations. Before I went to Mrs. Hubbard I was out of one for nearly
two years.

NORAH.

It’s not so bad for you. You can always go and stay with your brother.

MISS PRINGLE.

You’ve got a brother too.

NORAH.

Yes, but he’s farming in Canada. He had all he could do to keep himself,
he couldn’t keep me too.

MISS PRINGLE.

How is he doing now?

NORAH.

Oh, he’s doing very well. He’s got a farm of his own. He wrote over a
couple of years ago and told me he could always give me a home if I
wanted one.

MISS PRINGLE.

Canada’s so far off.

NORAH.

Not when you get there.

MISS PRINGLE.

Why don’t you draw the blinds?

NORAH.

I thought I ought to wait till they come back from the funeral.

MISS PRINGLE.

It must be a great relief to you now it’s all over.

NORAH.

Sometimes I can’t realise it. These last few weeks I hardly got to bed
at all, and when the end came I was utterly exhausted. For two days I
could do nothing but sleep. Poor Miss Wickham. She did hate dying.

MISS PRINGLE.

That’s the extraordinary part of it. I believe you were really fond of
her.

NORAH.

D’you know that for nearly a year she would eat nothing but what I gave
her with my own hands. And she liked me as much as she was capable of
liking anybody.

MISS PRINGLE.

That wasn’t much.

NORAH.

And then, I was so dreadfully sorry for her.

MISS PRINGLE.

Good heavens!

NORAH.

She’d been a hard and selfish woman all her life, and there was no one
who cared for her. It seemed so dreadful to die like that and leave not
a soul to regret one. Her nephew and his wife were just waiting for her
death. It was dreadful. Each time they came down from London I saw them
looking at her to see if she was any worse than when last they’d seen
her.

MISS PRINGLE.

Well, I thought her a horrid old woman, and I’m glad she’s dead. And I
hope she’s left you well provided for.

NORAH.

[_With a smile._] Oh, I think she’s done that. Two years ago when I
nearly went away she said she’d left me enough to live upon.

MISS PRINGLE.

You mean when that assistant of Dr. Evans wanted to marry you? I’m glad
you wouldn’t have him.

NORAH.

He was very nice. But, of course, he wasn’t a gentleman.

MISS PRINGLE.

I shouldn’t like to live with a man at all; I think they’re horrid, but,
of course, it would be impossible if he weren’t a gentleman.

NORAH.

[_With a twinkle in her eye._] He came to see Miss Wickham, but she
wouldn’t have anything to do with him. First she said that she couldn’t
spare me, and then she said that I had a very bad temper.

MISS PRINGLE.

I like _her_ saying that.

NORAH.

It’s quite true. Every now and then I felt I couldn’t put up with her
any more. I forgot that I was dependent on her, and if she dismissed me
I probably shouldn’t be able to find another situation, and I just flew
at her. I must say she was very nice about it; she used to look at me
and grin, and, when it was all over, say: “My dear, when you marry, if
your husband’s a wise man, he’ll use a big stick now and then.”

MISS PRINGLE.

Old cat.

NORAH.

[_Smiling._] I should like to see a man try.

MISS PRINGLE.

How much d’you think she’s left you?

NORAH.

Well, of course, I don’t know; the will is going to be read this
afternoon when they come back from the funeral, but from what she said I
believe about two hundred and fifty a year.

MISS PRINGLE.

It’s the least she could do. She’s had the ten best years of your life.

NORAH.

[_With a sigh of relief._] I shall never be at anybody’s beck and call
again. I shall be able to get up when I like and go to bed when I like,
go out when I choose, and come in when I choose.

MISS PRINGLE.

[_Drily._] You’ll probably marry.

NORAH.

Never.

MISS PRINGLE.

Then what’ll you do?

NORAH.

I shall go to Italy, Florence, Rome. D’you think it’s horrible of me,
I’m so happy?

MISS PRINGLE.

My dear child.

     [_There is a sound of carriage wheels on the drive._]

NORAH.

There they are.

MISS PRINGLE.

I’d better go, hadn’t I?

NORAH.

I’m afraid you must.

MISS PRINGLE.

I do so want to know about the will. Can’t I go up to your room and wait
there?

NORAH.

No. I’ll tell you what, go and sit in the garden. They want to catch the
four something back to London, and we can have a cosy little tea all by
ourselves.

MISS PRINGLE.

Very well. Oh, my dear, I’m so happy in your good luck.

NORAH.

Take care.

     [MISS PRINGLE _slips out into the garden, and a moment later_ MR.
     _and_ MRS. WICKHAM _enter the room_. MRS. WICKHAM _is a pretty
     young woman. She is dressed in black, but her gown is elegant and
     fashionable._ JAMES WICKHAM _is a clean-shaven, thin-faced man,
     with a baldish head. He is dressed in black and wears black kid
     gloves._]

DOROTHY.

[_Cheerfully._] Ouf! Do put the blinds up, Miss Marsh. We really needn’t
be depressed any more. Jim, if you love me, take those gloves off.
They’re perfectly revolting.

     [NORAH _goes to the window and draws up the blind_.]

WICKHAM.

Why, what’s wrong with them? The fellow in the shop told me they were
the right thing.

DOROTHY.

I never saw anyone look quite so funereal as you do.

WICKHAM.

Well, you didn’t want me to get myself up as though I were going to a
wedding, did you?

NORAH.

Were there many people?

DOROTHY.

Quite a lot. The sort of people who indulge in other people’s funerals
as a mild form of dissipation.

WICKHAM.

[_Looking at his watch._] I hope Wynne will look sharp. I don’t want to
miss that train.

DOROTHY.

Who were all those stodgy old things who wrung your hand afterwards,
Jim?

WICKHAM.

I can’t think. They made me feel such a fool.

DOROTHY.

Oh, was that it? I saw you looking a perfect owl, and I thought you were
giving a very bad imitation of restrained emotion.

WICKHAM.

[_Remonstrating._] Dorothy.

NORAH.

Would you like some tea, Mrs. Wickham?

DOROTHY.

Well, you might send some in so that it’ll be ready when Mr. Wynne
comes.

     [NORAH _is just going to ring the bell, but_ MRS. WICKHAM _stops
     her with a pleasant smile_.]

We’ll ring for you, shall we? I daresay you’ve got one or two things you
want to do now.

NORAH.

Very good, Mrs. Wickham.

     [_She goes out._]

WICKHAM.

I say, Dorothy, you oughtn’t to be facetious before Miss Marsh. She was
extremely attached to Aunt Louisa.

DOROTHY.

Oh, what nonsense! It’s always a very good rule to judge people by
oneself, and I’m positive she was just longing for the old lady to die.

WICKHAM.

She was awfully upset at the end.

DOROTHY.

Nerves! Men are so idiotic. They never understand that there are tears
_and_ tears. I cried myself, and heaven knows I didn’t regret her death.

WICKHAM.

My dear Dorothy, you oughtn’t to say that.

DOROTHY.

Why not? It’s perfectly true. Aunt Louisa was a detestable person and no
one would have stood her for a minute if she hadn’t had money. I don’t
see any use in being a hypocrite now that it can’t make any difference
either way.

WICKHAM.

[_Looking at his watch again._] I wish Wynne would hurry up. It’ll be
beastly inconvenient if we miss that train.

DOROTHY.

I don’t trust Miss Marsh. She looks as if she knew what was in the will.

WICKHAM.

I don’t suppose she does. Aunt Louisa wasn’t the sort of person to talk.

DOROTHY.

I’m sure she knows she’s been left something.

WICKHAM.

Oh, well, I think she has a right to expect that. Aunt Louisa led her a
dog’s life.

DOROTHY.

She had wages and a comfortable home. If she didn’t like the place she
could have left it.... After all it’s family money. I don’t think Aunt
Louisa had the right to leave it to strangers.

WICKHAM.

We oughtn’t to complain if Miss Marsh gets a small annuity. Aunt Louisa
promised her something of the sort when she had a chance of marrying a
couple of years ago.

DOROTHY.

Miss Marsh is quite young. It isn’t as if she’d been here for thirty
years.

WICKHAM.

Well, I’ve got an idea that Aunt Louisa meant to leave her about two
hundred and fifty a year.

DOROTHY.

But what’s the estate?

WICKHAM.

About nineteen thousand pounds, I believe.

DOROTHY.

Oh, it’s absurd. It’s a most unfair proportion. It makes all the
difference to us. On that extra two hundred and fifty a year we could
almost keep a car.

WICKHAM.

My dear, be thankful if we get anything at all.

DOROTHY.

[_Aghast._] Jim! [_She stares at him._] Jim, you don’t think! Oh! That
would be too horrible.

WICKHAM.

Take care.

     [_The door opens and_ KATE _brings in the tea-things. She puts them
     on a small table._]

How lucky it is we had a fine day, isn’t it?

DOROTHY.

Yes.

WICKHAM.

It looks as if we were going to have a spell of fine weather.

DOROTHY.

Yes.

WICKHAM.

It’s funny how often it rains for weddings.

DOROTHY.

Very funny.

     [_Exit_ KATE.]

I’ve been counting on that money for years. I used to dream at night
that I was reading a telegram with the news of Aunt Louisa’s death. And
I’ve thought of all we should be able to do when we got it. It’ll make
such a difference.

WICKHAM.

You know what she was. She didn’t care two-pence for us. We ought to be
prepared for the worst.

DOROTHY.

D’you think she could have left everything to Miss Marsh?

WICKHAM.

I shouldn’t be surprised.

DOROTHY.

We’ll dispute the will. It’s undue influence. I suspected Miss Marsh
from the beginning. I hate her. Oh, why doesn’t Wynne come?

     [_There is a ring at the bell._]

WICKHAM.

Here he is, I expect.

DOROTHY.

The suspense is too awful.

WICKHAM.

Pull yourself together, old girl. And I say, look a bit dismal. After
all, we’ve just come from a funeral.

DOROTHY.

Are we downhearted?

     [KATE _enters to announce_ MR. WYNNE.]

KATE.

Mr. Wynne.

     [_He enters and she goes out and closes the door._ MR. WYNNE, _the
     late Miss Wickham’s solicitor, is a tallish man with a bald head.
     He has the red cheeks and hearty manner of a man who plays in his
     spare time at being a country gentleman. He is dressed in mourning
     because he has been to Miss Wickham’s funeral._]

WICKHAM.

Hulloa!

WYNNE.

[_Taking_ DOROTHY’S _hand rather solemnly_.] I didn’t have an
opportunity of shaking hands with you at the cemetery.

DOROTHY.

[_Somewhat helplessly._] How do you do?

WYNNE.

Pray accept my sincerest sympathy on your great bereavement.

DOROTHY.

Of course, the end was not entirely unexpected.

WYNNE.

No, I know. But it must have been a great shock all the same.

WICKHAM.

My wife was very much upset, but of course my poor aunt had suffered
great pain, and we couldn’t help looking upon it as a happy release.

WYNNE.

How is Miss Marsh?

     [DOROTHY _gives him a quick look, wondering whether there is
     anything behind the polite inquiry_.]

DOROTHY.

Oh, she’s very well.

WYNNE.

Her devotion to Miss Wickham was wonderful. Dr. Evans--he’s my
brother-in-law, you know--told me no trained nurse could have been more
competent. She was like a daughter to Miss Wickham.

DOROTHY.

[_Rather coldly._] I suppose we’d better send for her.

WICKHAM.

Have you brought the.... [_He stops in some embarrassment._]

WYNNE.

Yes, I have it in my pocket.

DOROTHY.

I’ll ring.

     [_She touches the bell._]

WICKHAM.

I expect Mr. Wynne would like a cup of tea, Dorothy.

DOROTHY.

Oh, I’m so sorry, I quite forgot about it.

WYNNE.

No, thank you very much. I never take tea.

     [_He takes a long envelope out of his pocket, and from it the will.
     He smooths it out reflectively._ DOROTHY _gives the document a
     nervous glance_. KATE _comes in_.]

WICKHAM.

Will you ask Miss Marsh to be good enough to come here.

KATE.

Very good, sir.

     [_Exit._]

DOROTHY.

What is the time, Jim?

WICKHAM.

[_Looking at his watch._] Oh, there’s no hurry. [_To_ WYNNE.] We’ve got
an important engagement in London this evening. We’re very anxious not
to miss the fast train.

DOROTHY.

The train service is rotten.

WYNNE.

The will is very short. It won’t take me two minutes to read it.

DOROTHY.

[_Nervous and impatient._] What on earth is Miss Marsh doing?

WYNNE.

How pretty the garden is looking now.

WICKHAM.

[_Abruptly._] Very.

WYNNE.

Miss Wickham was always so interested in her garden.

DOROTHY.

Yes.

WYNNE.

My own tulips aren’t so advanced as those.

WICKHAM.

[_Irritably._] Aren’t they?

WYNNE.

[_To_ DOROTHY.] Are you interested in gardening?

DOROTHY.

[_Hardly able to control her impatience._] No, I hate it.... At last!

     [_The door is opened and_ MISS MARSH _comes in_. WYNNE _gets up_.]

WYNNE.

How d’you do, Miss Marsh?

NORAH.

How d’you do?

WICKHAM.

Will you have a cup of tea?

DOROTHY.

[_All nerves._] Jim, Miss Marsh would much prefer to have tea quietly
after we’re gone.

NORAH.

[_With a faint smile._] I won’t have any tea, thank you.

DOROTHY.

Mr. Wynne has brought the will with him.

NORAH.

Oh, yes.

     [_She sits down calmly._ DOROTHY, _with clenched hands, watches
     her. She tries to make out from her face whether_ NORAH _knows
     anything_.]

WYNNE.

Miss Marsh, so far as you know, there’s no other will?

NORAH.

How d’you mean?

WYNNE.

Miss Wickham didn’t make a later one--without my assistance, I mean? You
know of nothing in the house, for instance?

NORAH.

[_Quite decidedly._] Oh, no. Miss Wickham always said you had her will.
She was extremely methodical.

WYNNE.

I feel I ought to ask because she consulted me about making a fresh will
a couple of years ago. She told me what she wanted to do, but gave me no
actual instructions to draw it. I thought perhaps she might have done it
herself.

NORAH.

I heard nothing about it. I’m sure that her only will is in your hands.

WYNNE.

Then I think we may take it that this....

     [DOROTHY _suddenly understands; she interrupts quickly_.]

DOROTHY.

When was that will made?

WYNNE.

Eight or nine years ago.... The exact date was March 4th, 1904.

     [DOROTHY _gives_ _Norah_ _a long, searching look_.]

DOROTHY.

When did you first come to Miss Wickham?

NORAH.

At the end of nineteen hundred and three.

     [_There is a slight pause._]

WYNNE.

Shall I read it, or would you just like to know the particulars? It is
very short.

DOROTHY.

Let us just know roughly.

WYNNE.

Well, Miss Wickham left one hundred pounds to the Society for the
Propagation of the Gospel, and one hundred pounds to the General
Hospital at Tunbridge Wells, and the entire residue of her fortune to
her nephew, Mr. James Wickham.

     [DOROTHY _gives a sharp inspiration of triumph. She looks again at_
     NORAH, _but_ NORAH _gives no sign of emotion_.]

WICKHAM.

And Miss Marsh?

WYNNE.

Miss Marsh is not mentioned.

NORAH.

[_With a faint smile._] I could hardly expect to be. At the time the
will was drawn I had been Miss Wickham’s companion for only a few
months.

WYNNE.

That is why I asked whether you knew of any later will. When I talked to
Miss Wickham on the subject she said her wish was to make adequate
provision for you after her death. I think she had spoken to you about
it.

NORAH.

Yes.

WYNNE.

She mentioned three hundred a year.

NORAH.

That was very kind of her. I’m glad she wished to do something for me.

WYNNE.

Oddly enough she spoke about it to Dr. Evans only a few days before she
died.

WICKHAM.

Perhaps there _is_ a later will somewhere?

WYNNE.

I honestly don’t think so.

NORAH.

I’m sure there isn’t.

WYNNE.

Dr. Evans was talking to Miss Wickham about Miss Marsh. She was tired
out and he wanted Miss Wickham to have a professional nurse. She told
him then that I had the will and she had left Miss Marsh amply provided
for.

DOROTHY.

[_Quickly._] That isn’t legal, of course?

WYNNE.

What isn’t?

DOROTHY.

I mean, no one could force us--I mean, the will stands as it is, doesn’t
it?

WYNNE.

Certainly.

WICKHAM.

I’m afraid it’s a great disappointment to you, Miss Marsh.

NORAH.

[_Lightly._] I never count my chickens before they’re hatched.

WYNNE.

It would be very natural if Miss Marsh were disappointed under the
circumstances. I think she’d been led to expect....

DOROTHY.

[_Interrupting._] Our aunt left a very small fortune, I understand, and
I suppose she felt it wouldn’t be fair to leave a large part of it away
from her own family.

WICKHAM.

Of course, it is family money; she inherited it from my grandfather, and
... but I want you to know, Miss Marsh, that my wife and I thoroughly
appreciate all you did for my aunt. Money couldn’t repay your care and
devotion. You’ve been perfectly wonderful.

NORAH.

It’s extremely good of you to say so. I was very fond of Miss Wickham.
Nothing I did for her was any trouble.

WYNNE.

I think everyone who saw Miss Marsh with Miss Wickham must be aware that
during the ten years she was with her she never spared herself.

WICKHAM.

[_Hesitatingly, with a glance at his wife._] Of course, my aunt was a
very trying woman.

DOROTHY.

[_Agreeably._] Earning one’s living is always unpleasant. If it weren’t
there’d be no incentive to work.

     [NORAH _gives her a glance of quiet amusement at this surprising
     remark_.]

WICKHAM.

My wife and I would be very glad to make some kind of acknowledgment of
your services.

DOROTHY.

I was just going to mention it.

WYNNE.

[_Brightening a little._] I felt sure that under the circumstances....

DOROTHY.

[_Interrupting him quickly._] What were your wages, Miss Marsh?

NORAH.

Thirty pounds a year.

DOROTHY.

Really? Many ladies are glad to go as companion without any salary, just
for the sake of a home and congenial society. I daresay you’ve been able
to save a good deal in all these years.

NORAH.

[_Frigidly._] I had to dress myself decently, Mrs. Wickham.

DOROTHY.

[_With all the charm she can put into her manner._] Well, I’m sure my
husband will be very glad to give you a year’s salary, won’t you, Jim?

NORAH.

It’s very kind of you, but I’m not inclined to accept anything but
what’s legally due to me.

DOROTHY.

[_Undisturbed._] You must remember that there’ll be very heavy death
duties to pay. They’ll swallow up the income from Miss Wickham’s estate
for at least two years, won’t they, Mr. Wynne?

NORAH.

I quite understand.

DOROTHY.

Perhaps you’ll change your mind.

NORAH.

I don’t think so.

     [_There is a slight, rather awkward pause._ MR. WYNNE _gets up. His
     manner shows that he is not impressed by_ MRS. WICKHAM’S
     _generosity_.]

WYNNE.

Well, I think I must leave you.

WICKHAM.

We must go, too, Dorothy.

DOROTHY.

[_Quite at ease._] Oh, it’ll only take five minutes to get down to the
station in a cab.

WYNNE.

Good-bye, Miss Marsh. If I can be of any help to you I hope you’ll let
me know.

NORAH.

That’s very kind of you.

WYNNE.

[_To_ DOROTHY.] Good-bye.

     [_He bows slightly to her, nods to_ WICKHAM _and during_ DOROTHY’S
     _next speech goes out_.]

DOROTHY.

[_Very friendly and affable._] Jim will be writing to you in a day or
two. You know how grateful we both are for all you did for our poor
aunt. We shall be glad to give you the very highest references.

WICKHAM.

[_Relieved to be able to offer something._] Oh, yes, we’ll do everything
we can.

DOROTHY.

You’re such a wonderful nurse, I’m sure you’ll have no difficulty in
getting another situation. I expect I can find you something myself.
I’ll ask among all my friends.

     [NORAH _looks at her reflectively, but does not answer_. DOROTHY
     _beams and smiles at her_.]

WICKHAM.

Come on, Dorothy, we really haven’t got any time to lose. Good-bye, Miss
Marsh.

NORAH.

Good-bye.

     [_They bustle out and in a moment the sound is heard of wheels on
     the drive as the cab carries them away._ NORAH _is left alone. She
     stands staring in front of her. She does not hear_ MISS PRINGLE
     _come in from the garden_.]

MISS PRINGLE.

I thought they were never going. Well?

     [NORAH _turns and looks at her without a word_.

[MISS PRINGLE _is startled_.] Norah! What’s the matter? Isn’t it as much
as you thought?

NORAH.

Miss Wickham’s left me nothing.

MISS PRINGLE.

Oh!

NORAH.

Not a penny! Oh, it’s cruel. After all, there was no need for her to
leave me anything. She gave me board and lodging and thirty pounds a
year. If I stayed it was because I chose. She needn’t have promised me
anything. She needn’t have prevented me from marrying.

MISS PRINGLE.

My dear, you could never have married the little assistant. He wasn’t a
gentleman.

NORAH.

Ten years! The ten best years of a woman’s life, when other girls are
enjoying themselves. And what did I get for it? Board and lodging and
thirty pounds a year. A cook does better than that.

MISS PRINGLE.

We can’t expect to make so much money as a good cook. One has to pay
something for living like a lady among people of one’s own class.

NORAH.

Oh, it’s cruel.

MISS PRINGLE.

[_Trying to console her._] My dear, don’t give way. I’m sure you’ll have
no difficulty in finding another situation. You wash lace beautifully,
and no one can arrange flowers like you.

NORAH.

I was dreaming of France and Italy.... I shall spend ten years more with
an old lady, and then she’ll die, and I shall look out for another
situation. It won’t be so easy then because I shan’t be so young. And so
it’ll go on till I can’t find a situation because I’m too old, and some
charitable people will get me into a home. You like the life, don’t you?

MISS PRINGLE.

My dear, there are so few things a gentlewoman can do.

NORAH.

When I think of these ten years! Having to put up with every
unreasonableness! Never being allowed to feel ill or tired! No servant
would have stood what I have. The humiliation I’ve endured!

MISS PRINGLE.

You’re tired and out of sorts. Everyone isn’t so trying as Miss Wickham.
I’m sure Mrs. Hubbard has been kindness itself to me.

NORAH.

Considering.

MISS PRINGLE.

I don’t know what you mean by considering.

NORAH.

Considering that she’s rich and you’re poor. She gives you her old
clothes. She often doesn’t ask you to have dinner by yourself when she’s
giving a party. She doesn’t remind you that you’re dependent unless
she’s very much put out. But you--you’ve had thirty years of it. You’ve
eaten the bitter bread of slavery till--till it tastes like plum cake.

MISS PRINGLE.

[_Rather hurt._] I don’t know why you say such things to me, Norah.

     [_Before_ NORAH _has time to answer_ KATE _comes in_.]

KATE.

Mr. Hornby would like to see you for a minute, Miss.

NORAH.

[_Surprised._] Now?

KATE.

I told him I didn’t think it would be convenient, Miss, but he says it’s
very important, and he won’t detain you more than five minutes.

NORAH.

What a nuisance.... Ask him to come in.

KATE.

Very good, Miss. [_Exit._]

NORAH.

I wonder what on earth he wants.

MISS PRINGLE.

Who is he, Norah?

NORAH.

Oh, he’s the son of Colonel Hornby. Don’t you know, he lives at the top
of Molyneux Park. His mother was a great friend of Miss Wickham’s. He
comes down here now and then for week-ends. He’s got something to do
with motor-cars.

     [KATE _shows the visitor in_.]

KATE.

Mr. Hornby.

     [_She goes out._ REGINALD HORNBY _is a good-looking young man, with
     a neat head on a long, elegant body. His dark, sleek hair is
     carefully brushed, his small moustache is trim and curled. His
     beautiful clothes suggest the fashionable tailors of Savile Row.
     His tie, his handkerchief protruding from the breast pocket, his
     boots, are the very latest thing. He is a nut._]

HORNBY.

I say, I’m awfully sorry to blow in like this. But I didn’t know if
you’d be staying on here, and I wanted to catch you. And I’m off in a
day or two, myself.

NORAH.

Won’t you sit down? Mr. Hornby--Miss Pringle.

HORNBY.

How d’you do? Everything go off O.K.?

NORAH.

I beg your pardon?

HORNBY.

Funeral, I mean. Mother went. Regular beano for her.

     [MISS PRINGLE, _rather shocked, draws herself up primly, but_
     NORAH’S _eyes twinkle with amusement at his airy manner_.]

NORAH.

Really?

HORNBY.

You see, she’s getting on. I’m the child of her old age--Benjamin, don’t
you know. [_He turns to_ _Miss Pringle_.] Benjamin and Sarah, you know.

MISS PRINGLE.

I understand perfectly, but it wasn’t Sarah.

HORNBY.

Wasn’t it? When one of her old friends dies, mother goes to the funeral
and says to herself: “Well, I’ve seen her out, anyhow.” Then she comes
back and eats muffins for tea. She always eats muffins after she’s been
to a funeral.

NORAH.

The maid said you wanted to see about something.

HORNBY.

That’s right, I was forgetting. [_To_ _Miss Pringle_.] If Sarah wasn’t
Benjamin’s mother, whose mother was she?

MISS PRINGLE.

If you want to know, I recommend you to read your Bible.

HORNBY.

[_With much satisfaction._] I thought it was a stumper. [_To_ NORAH.]
The fact is, I’m going to Canada, and mother told me you’d got a brother
or something out there.

NORAH.

A brother, not a something.

HORNBY.

And she said, perhaps you wouldn’t mind giving me a letter to him.

NORAH.

I will with pleasure. But I’m afraid he won’t be much use to you. He’s a
farmer and he lives miles away from anywhere.

HORNBY.

But I’m going in for farming.

NORAH.

Are you? What on earth for?

HORNBY.

I’ve jolly well got to do something, and I think farming’s about the
best thing I can do. One gets a lot of shooting and riding, you know.
And then there are tennis parties and dances. And you make a pot of
money, there’s no doubt about that.

NORAH.

I thought you were in some motor business in London.

HORNBY.

Well, I was in a way. But ... I thought you’d have heard about it.
Mother’s been telling everybody. Governor won’t speak to me. Altogether
things are rotten. I want to get out of this beastly country as quick as
I can.

NORAH.

Would you like me to give you the letter at once?

HORNBY.

I wish you would.

     [NORAH _sits down at an escritoire and begins to write a letter_.]

Fact is, I’m broke. I was all right as long as I stuck to bridge. I used
to make money on that. Over a thousand a year.

MISS PRINGLE.

[_Horrified._] What!

HORNBY.

Playing regularly, you know. If I hadn’t been a fool I’d have stuck to
that. But I got bitten with _chemi_.

NORAH.

[_Turning round._] With what?

HORNBY.

_Chemin de fer._ Never heard of it? I got in the habit of going to
Thornton’s. I suppose you never heard of him either. He keeps a gambling
hell. Gives you a slap-up supper for nothing, as much pop as you can
drink, and changes your cheques like a bird. The result is I’ve lost
every bob I had, and then Thornton sued me on a cheque I’d given him.
The Governor forked out, but he says I’ve got to go to Canada. I’m never
going to gamble again, I can tell you that.

NORAH.

Oh, well, that’s something.

HORNBY.

You can’t make money at _chemi_. The _cagnotte’s_ bound to clear you out
in the end. When I come back I’m going to stick to bridge. There are
always plenty of mugs about, and if you’ve got a good head for cards you
can’t help making an income out of it.

NORAH.

Here is your letter.

HORNBY.

Thanks awfully. I daresay I shan’t want it, you know. I expect I shall
get offered a job the moment I land, but there’s no harm having it. I’ll
be getting along.

NORAH.

Good-bye, then, and good luck.

HORNBY.

Good-bye.

     [_He shakes hands with_ NORAH _and_ MISS PRINGLE _and goes out_.]

MISS PRINGLE.

Norah, why don’t _you_ go to Canada? Now your brother has a farm of his
own I should have thought....

NORAH.

[_Interrupting._] My brother’s married. He married four years ago.

MISS PRINGLE.

You never told me.

NORAH.

I couldn’t.

MISS PRINGLE.

Why? Isn’t his wife ... isn’t his wife nice?

NORAH.

She was a waitress at a scrubby little hotel in Winnipeg.

MISS PRINGLE.

What are you going to do, then?

NORAH.

It’s no good crying over spilt milk. I’ll look out for another
situation.

                           END OF FIRST ACT




                                ACT II


     SCENE: _The living-room and kitchen on_ EDWARD MARSH’S _farm at
     Dyer, Manitoba. It is a room lined with brown planks, and on the
     walls in cheap gilt frames are coloured supplements from the
     Christmas numbers of illustrated papers. Over one door is the head
     of a moose, and over the other a large kitchen clock. The floor is
     covered with shiny oil-cloth. In the window are geraniums growing
     in maple-syrup tins. On one side is a large American stove. There
     is a dresser of unvarnished deal on which are plates and cups and
     saucers. They are of the plainest earthenware, and few of them
     match. There are two American rockers and a number of kitchen
     chairs. There is a plain kitchen table. On the stove is an enormous
     kettle and a couple of saucepans. There is a small bookshelf on
     which are a few tattered novels and some old magazines. The table
     is set for dinner with a cheap white cloth, none too clean._ ED
     MARSH _is sitting at one end, with the remains of a joint of cold
     beef in front of him, and at the other end is his wife, with a
     teapot, milk-jug, and sugar-basin. There is a loaf of bread on the
     table, a large tin containing maple-syrup, and the remains of a
     milk pudding._ NORAH _is sitting next to her sister-in-law and
     beside her is_ REGINALD HORNBY. _Opposite are_ FRANK TAYLOR _and_
     BENJAMIN TROTTER. _Dinner is just finished._ GERTIE MARSH _is a
     dark little person, with a hard look and a dried-up skin. She is
     thin and nervous, an active, hard-working woman with a sharp
     tongue and, outwardly at least, little tenderness. She is dressed
     in a shirt-waist, a serge skirt, and brown, rather smart
     high-heeled shoes. She wears a small apron._ NORAH _wears a white
     blouse and a green skirt_. ED MARSH _is a good-natured, easy-going
     man, with a small moustache and untidy hair. He wears a black
     flannel shirt, with white lines on it, a black waistcoat, and dark
     grubby trousers. The others are hired men._ FRANK TAYLOR _is a tall
     fellow, strong, with clean-cut features and frank, humorous eyes.
     He is clean shaven. His movements are slow and he speaks with a
     marked accent. He is very sure of himself. He wears a dark flannel
     shirt and a pair of overalls, which have been blue, but are now
     black and grimy with age. The braces which hold them up announce
     that they come from Eaton’s, Winnipeg._ BEN TROTTER _is an English
     labourer, with broken, discoloured teeth, and hair cut very short,
     with something like a love-lock plastered on his forehead. He is
     dressed in the same way as_ FRANK TAYLOR. REGGIE HORNBY’S _head is
     still neat and trim, his hair is carefully brushed. His overalls
     are much newer than the others’. He wears a flannel shirt which was
     obviously made in Piccadilly._

MARSH.

Have some more syrup, Reg?

HORNBY.

No, thank you.

MARSH.

Has everyone finished?

GERTIE.

It looks like it.

     [MARSH _pushes back his chair, takes a pouch and pipe from his
     pocket and lights up_. TAYLOR _does the same_.]

GERTIE.

We’ll be able to start on the ironing this afternoon.

NORAH.

Very well.

TROTTER.

It was a rare big wash you done this morning by the look of it on the
line.

NORAH.

My arms are just aching.

GERTIE.

When you’ve been out in this country a bit longer you’ll learn not to
wear more things than you can help.

NORAH.

Was there more than my fair share?

GERTIE.

You use double the number of stockings than what I do. And everything
else is the same.

NORAH.

[_With a smile._] Clean but incompetent.

GERTIE.

There’s many a true word spoken in jest.

TAYLOR.

Say, Reg, is it true that when you first come out you asked Ed where the
bath-room was?

TROTTER.

[_With a chuckle._] That’s right. Ed told ’im there was a river a mile
and a ’alf from ’ere, an’ that was the only bath-room ’e knew.

MARSH.

One soon gets used to that sort of thing, eh, Reg?

HORNBY.

Rather. If I saw a bath-room now it would only make me nervous.

TAYLOR.

Out in B.C. I knew a couple of Englishmen who were baching and the only
other people around were Indians. The first two years they was there
they wouldn’t have anything to do with the Indians because they was so
dirty, and after that the Indians wouldn’t have anything to do with
them. [_He puts his fingers to his nose to indicate a nasty smell._]

NORAH.

What a disgusting story!

TAYLOR.

D’you think so? I rather like it.

NORAH.

You would.

     [_He looks at her with a little smile, but does not answer._]

GERTIE.

[_Getting up._] Are you going to sit there all day, Norah?

MARSH.

Why don’t you keep quiet for five minutes? I guess Norah’s not sorry to
have a rest after that wash.

GERTIE.

The amount of work Norah did isn’t going to tire her much, I reckon.

NORAH.

I’m not used to that sort of work yet. It takes it out of me a bit.

GERTIE.

I’ve not found out what sort of work you are used to.

     [NORAH _gets up and the two women start clearing away the table_.
     MARSH _moves into one of the rocking-chairs and smokes_.]

MARSH.

Give her time to get used to the life, Gertie. You can’t expect
everything all at once.

GERTIE.

It’s always the same with English people. You have to teach them
everything.

MARSH.

Well, you didn’t have to teach me to propose, Gertie.

     [NORAH _takes away things from before_ TAYLOR _and he gets up_.]

TAYLOR.

I guess I’m in your way.

NORAH.

Not more than usual, thank you.

TAYLOR.

[_Smiling._] I guess you’ll not be sorry to see the last of me.

NORAH.

I can’t honestly say that it makes the least difference to me whether
you go or stay.

MARSH.

Now don’t start quarrelling, you two.

HORNBY.

When does your train go, Frank?

TAYLOR.

Half-past three. I’ll be starting from here in about an hour.

MARSH.

Reg can go over with you and he’ll drive the rig back again.

TAYLOR.

All right. I’ll go and dress myself in a bit.

GERTIE.

I guess you’ll be glad to get back to your own place.

TAYLOR.

I guess I shan’t be sorry.

     [_The clearing away is finished._ GERTIE _gets a large metal basin
     and puts it on the table_. NORAH _fetches the kettle and pours hot
     water into the basin. They begin washing up._]

GERTIE.

I’ll do the washing, Norah, and you can dry.

NORAH.

All right.

GERTIE.

I’ve noticed the things aren’t half clean when I leave them to you to
do.

NORAH.

I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?

GERTIE.

I suppose _you_ never did the washing up in England. Too grand?

NORAH.

I don’t suppose anyone would wash up if they could help it. It’s not
very amusing.

GERTIE.

You always want to be amused.

NORAH.

No. But I want to be happy.

GERTIE.

Well, you’ve got a room over your head and a comfortable bed to sleep
in, three good meals a day, and plenty to do; that’s all anybody wants
to make them happy, I guess.

HORNBY.

Oh, lord!

GERTIE.

[_Turning sharply on him._] Well, if you don’t like Canada, why did you
come out?

HORNBY.

[_Rising slowly to his feet._] You don’t suppose I’d have let them send
me if I’d known what I was in for? Not much. Up at five in the morning
and working in the fields like a navvy till your back feels as if it ’ud
break, and then back again in the afternoon. And the same thing day
after day. What was the good of sending me to Harrow and Oxford if
that’s what I’ve got to do all my life?

MARSH.

You’ll get used to it soon enough, Reg. It’s a bit hard at first, but
when you get your foot in you wouldn’t change it for any other life.

GERTIE.

This isn’t a country for a man to go to sleep with and wait for
something to turn up.

TROTTER.

I wouldn’t go back to England now, not for nothing. England! Eighteen
bob a week, that’s what I earned, and no prospects. Out of work five
months in the year.

NORAH.

What did you do in England?

TROTTER.

Bricklayer, Miss.

GERTIE.

You needn’t call her miss. Norah’s her name. You call me Gertie, don’t
you?

TROTTER.

What with strikes an’ bad times you never knew where you was. And the
foreman bullying you. I don’t know what all. I ’ad about enough of it, I
can tell you. I’ve never been out of work since the day I landed. I’ve
had as much to eat as I wanted and I’m saving money. In this country
everybody’s as good as everybody else.

NORAH.

If not better.

TROTTER.

In two years I shall be able to set up for myself. Why, there’s old man
Thompson, up at Pratt, he started as a bricklayer, come from Yorkshire,
he did. He’s got seven thousand dollars in the bank now.

MARSH.

You fellows who come out now have a much softer thing on than I did when
I first came. In those days they wouldn’t have an Englishman, they’d
have a Galician rather. In Winnipeg, when they advertised in the paper
for labour, you’d see often as not no English need apply.

GERTIE.

Well, it was their own fault. They wouldn’t work or anything. They just
soaked.

MARSH.

It was their own fault right enough. This was the dumping ground for all
the idlers, drunkards, and scallywags in England. They had the delusion
over there that if a man was too big a rotter to do anything at all in
England he’d only got to be sent out here and he’d make a fortune.

TAYLOR.

I guess things ain’t as bad as that now. They send us a different class.
It takes an Englishman two years longer than anybody else to get the
hang of things, but when once he tumbles to it he’s better than any of
them.

MARSH.

I guess nowadays everyone’s glad to see the Englishman make good. When I
nearly smashed up three years ago, I had no end of offers to help.

HORNBY.

How did you smash up?

MARSH.

Oh, I had a run of bad luck. One year my crop was frosted and then next
year I was hailed out. It wants a good deal of capital to stand up
against that.

TAYLOR.

That’s what happened to me. I was hailed out, and I hadn’t got capital,
so I just had to hire out. [_To_ NORAH.] If it hadn’t been for that
hailstorm you wouldn’t have had the pleasure of making my acquaintance.

NORAH.

[_Ironically._] How hollow and empty life would have been without that.

GERTIE.

I wonder you didn’t just quit and start out Calgary way.

TAYLOR.

Well, I’d put in two years on my homestead and done a lot of clearing.
It seemed kind of silly to lose my rights now. And when you’ve been
hailed out once the chances are it won’t happen again, for some years
that is, and by that time I ought to have put a bit by.

NORAH.

What sort of a house have you got?

TAYLOR.

Well, it ain’t what you might call a palace, but it’s large enough for
two.

MARSH.

Thinking of marrying?

TAYLOR.

Well, I guess it’s kind of lonesome on a farm without a woman. But it’s
not so easy to find a wife when you’re just starting on your own.
Canadian girls think twice before taking a farmer.

GERTIE.

They know something, I guess.

MARSH.

Well, you took one, Gertie.

GERTIE.

Not because I wanted to, you can be sure of that. I don’t know how you
got round me.

MARSH.

I wonder.

GERTIE.

I guess it was because you was kind of helpless, and I didn’t know what
you’d do without me.

MARSH.

I guess it was love and you couldn’t help yourself.

TAYLOR.

I’m thinking of going to one of them employment agencies when I get to
Winnipeg and looking the girls over.

NORAH.

Like sheep.

TAYLOR.

I don’t know anythin’ about sheep. I’ve never had to do with sheep.

NORAH.

And d’you think you know anything about women?

TAYLOR.

I guess I can tell if they’re strong and willing. And so long as they
ain’t cock-eyed I don’t mind taking the rest on trust.

NORAH.

And what inducement is there for a girl to have you?

TROTTER.

That’s why he wants to catch ’em young, when they’ve just landed and
don’t know much.

TAYLOR.

I’ve got my quarter section--a hundred and sixty acres, with seventy of
it cleared--and I’ve got a shack that I built myself. That’s something,
ain’t it?

NORAH.

You’ve got a home to offer and enough to eat and drink. A girl can get
that anywhere. Why, they’re simply begging for service.

TAYLOR.

Some girls like getting married. There’s something in the word that
appeals to them.

NORAH.

You seem to think a girl would jump at the chance of marrying you.

TAYLOR.

She might do worse.

NORAH.

I think you flatter yourself.

TAYLOR.

I know my job and there ain’t too many as can say that. I’ve got brains.

NORAH.

What makes you think so?

TAYLOR.

Well, I can see you’re no fool.

GERTIE.

[_With a chuckle._] He put one over on you then, Norah.

TAYLOR.

[_Good-humouredly._] Because you’ve got no use for me, there’s no saying
but what others may have.

     [GERTIE _takes the basin out in order to pour away the water_.
     NORAH _goes on drying the crockery_.]

NORAH.

Of course, there’s no accounting for tastes.

TAYLOR.

I can try, can’t I?

NORAH.

It’s very wise of you to go to an agency. A girl’s more likely to marry
you when she’s only seen you once than when she’s seen you often.

TAYLOR.

[_With a wink at the others._] It seems to make you quite mad, the
thought of me marrying.

NORAH.

You wouldn’t talk about it like that unless you looked down upon women.
Oh, I pity the poor wretched creature who becomes your wife.

TAYLOR.

I guess she won’t have a bad time when I’ve broken her in to my ways.

NORAH.

Are you under the impression you can do that?

TAYLOR.

Yep.

NORAH.

You’re not expecting that there’ll be much love lost between you and the
girl you--honour with your choice?

TAYLOR.

What’s love got to do with it? It’s a business proposition.

NORAH.

What!

TAYLOR.

I give her board and lodging and the charm of my society. And in return
she’s got to cook and bake and wash and keep the shack clean and tidy.
And if she can do that I’ll not be particular what she looks like.

MARSH.

So long as she’s not cock-eyed.

TAYLOR.

No, I draw the line at that.

NORAH.

[_Ironically._] I beg your pardon. I didn’t know it was a general
servant you wanted. You spend a dollar and a half on a marriage licence,
and then you don’t have to pay any wages. It’s a good investment.

TAYLOR.

You’ve got a sharp tongue in your head for a girl, Norah.

NORAH.

Please don’t call me Norah.

MARSH.

Don’t be so silly. It’s the custom of the country. Why, they all call me
Ed.

NORAH.

I don’t care what the custom of the country is. I’m not going to be
called Norah by the hired man.

TAYLOR.

Don’t you bother, Ed. I’ll call her Miss Marsh if she likes it better.

NORAH.

I should like to see you married to someone who’d give you what you
deserved. I’d like to see your pride humbled. You think yourself very
high and mighty, don’t you? I’d like to see a woman take you by the
heart-strings and wring them till you screamed with pain.

MARSH.

[_With a laugh._] Norah, how violent you are.

NORAH.

You’re overbearing, supercilious, egotistic.

TAYLOR.

I’m not sure as I know what them long words means, but I guess they
ain’t exactly complimentary.

NORAH.

[_Furiously._] I guess they ain’t.

TAYLOR.

I’m sorry for that. I was thinking of offering you the position before I
went to the employment agency.

NORAH.

How dare you speak to me like that!

MARSH.

Don’t fly into a temper, Norah.

NORAH.

He’s got no right to say impudent things to me.

MARSH.

Don’t you see he’s only having a joke with you?

NORAH.

He shouldn’t joke. He’s got no sense of humour.

     [NORAH _drops a cup and breaks it, and as this happens_ GERTIE
     _comes in_.]

GERTIE.

Butter fingers.

NORAH.

I’m so sorry.

GERTIE.

You clumsy thing. You’re always doing something wrong.

NORAH.

You needn’t worry, I’ll pay for it.

GERTIE.

Who wants you to pay for it? D’you think I can’t afford to pay for a
cup? You might say you’re sorry--that’s all I want you to do.

NORAH.

I said I was sorry.

GERTIE.

No, you didn’t.

MARSH.

I heard her, Gertie.

GERTIE.

She said she was sorry as if she was doing me a favour.

NORAH.

You don’t expect me to go down on my knees to you? The cup’s worth
twopence.

GERTIE.

It isn’t the value I’m thinking about, it’s the carelessness.

NORAH.

It’s only the third thing I’ve broken since I’ve been here.

GERTIE.

You can’t do anything; you’re more helpless than a child of six. You’re
all the same, all of you.

NORAH.

You’re not going to abuse the whole British nation because I’ve broken a
cup worth twopence, are you?

GERTIE.

And the airs you put on. Condescending isn’t the word. It’s enough to
try the patience of a saint.

MARSH.

Oh, shut up.

GERTIE.

You’ve never done a stroke of work in your life, and you come here and
think you can teach me everything.

NORAH.

I don’t know about that, but I think I can teach you manners.

GERTIE.

How dare you say that! How dare you! You come here and I give you a
home, you sleep in my blankets and eat my food, and then you insult me.

     [_She bursts into tears._]

MARSH.

Now then, Gertie, don’t cry. Don’t be so silly.

GERTIE.

Oh, leave me alone. Of course you take her part. You would. It’s nothing
to you that I’ve slaved for you for three years. As soon as she comes
along and plays the lady....

     [_She hurries out of the room._ MARSH _hesitates for a moment and
     then follows his wife. There is a momentary pause._]

TAYLOR.

I reckon I might be cleaning myself. Time’s getting on. You’re coming,
Ben?

TROTTER.

Yes, I’m coming. I suppose you’ll take the mare?

TAYLOR.

Yep. That’s what Ed said this morning.

     [_They go out._ NORAH _is left alone with_ REGGIE HORNBY.]

HORNBY.

[_With a little smile._] Well, are you enjoying the land of promise as
much as you said I should?

NORAH.

We’ve both made our bed and we must lie in it.

HORNBY.

D’you remember that afternoon at Miss Wickham’s when I came for a letter
to your brother?

NORAH.

I hadn’t much intention of coming to Canada then.

HORNBY.

I don’t mind telling you that I mean to get back to England the very
first opportunity I get. I’m willing to give away my share of the White
Man’s Burden with a packet of chewing gum.

NORAH.

[_Smiling._] You prefer the Effete East?

HORNBY.

Rather. Give me the degrading influence of a decadent civilisation every
time.

NORAH.

Your father will be pleased to see you, won’t he?

HORNBY.

I don’t think. Of course, I was a damned fool ever to leave Winnipeg.

NORAH.

I understand you didn’t till you were forced to.

HORNBY.

Your brother behaved like a perfect brick. I sent him on your letter and
told him I was up against it--d’you know I hadn’t got a bob? I was jolly
glad to earn half a dollar by digging a pit in a man’s garden. Bit
thick, you know.

NORAH.

[_Laughing._] I can see you.

HORNBY.

Your brother sent me my fare to come here and told me I could do the
chores. I didn’t know what they were. I found out it was doing all the
jobs that it wasn’t anybody else’s job to do. And they call it God’s own
country.

     [_Meanwhile_ NORAH _has put a couple of irons on the stove and now
     she gets the board. It is rather heavy for her._]

NORAH.

I think you’re falling into the ways very well.

HORNBY.

What makes you think that?

NORAH.

[_With a smile._] You can sit by and smoke your pipe, and watch me carry
the ironing board about.

HORNBY.

[_Without moving._] D’you want me to help you?

NORAH.

No.... It would remind me of home.

HORNBY.

I suppose I shall have to stick it out at least a year, unless I can
humbug the mater into sending me enough money to get home with.

NORAH.

She won’t send you a penny if she’s wise.

HORNBY.

Wouldn’t you chuck it if you could?

NORAH.

[_With a flash of spirit._] And acknowledge myself beaten? [_There is a
short pause._] You don’t know what I went through before I came here. I
tried to get another position as lady’s companion. I answered
advertisements. I hung about the agent’s offices.... Two people offered
to take me without a salary. One woman suggested ten shillings a week
and my lunch. She expected me to find myself a room, clothes, breakfast
and supper on ten shillings a week. That settled me. I wrote to Eddie
and said I was coming. When I’d paid my fare I had eight pounds in the
world. That’s the result of ten years’ work as lady’s companion. When he
came to meet me at the station at Dyer....

HORNBY.

Don’t call it a station, call it a depôt.

NORAH.

My whole fortune consisted of seven dollars and thirty-five cents.

     [MARSH _comes in and gives_ HORNBY _a glance_.]

MARSH.

What about that wood you were splitting, Reg? You’d better be getting on
with it.

HORNBY.

Oh, lord, is there no rest for the wicked?

     [_He gets up slowly and saunters lazily to the door._]

MARSH.

Don’t hurry yourself, will you?

HORNBY.

Brilliant sarcasm is just flying about the house to-day.

     [_He goes out._]

MARSH.

That’s about the toughest nut I’ve ever been set to crack. Why on earth
did you give him a letter to me?

NORAH.

He asked me. I couldn’t very well say no.

     [_Throughout the scene_ NORAH _goes on ironing things which she
     takes from a pile of washing in the basket_.]

MARSH.

I can’t make out what people are up to in the Old Country. They think
that if a man is too big a rotter to do anything at all in England
they’ve only got to send him out here and he’ll make a fortune.

NORAH.

He may improve.

MARSH.

[_With a look at_ NORAH.] You’ve thoroughly upset Gertie.

NORAH.

She’s very easily upset, isn’t she?

MARSH.

It’s only since you came that things haven’t gone right. We never used
to have scenes.

NORAH.

Do you blame me? I came prepared to like her and help her. She met all
my advances with suspicion.

MARSH.

She thinks you look down upon her. You ought to remember that she never
had your opportunities. She’s earned her own living from the time she
was thirteen. You can’t expect in her the refinements of a woman who’s
led the protected life that you have.

NORAH.

I haven’t said a word that could be turned into the least suggestion of
disapproval of anything she did.

MARSH.

My dear, your whole manner has expressed disapproval. You won’t do
things in the way we do them. After all, the way you lived in Tunbridge
Wells isn’t the only way people can live. Our ways suit us, and when you
live amongst us you must adopt them.

NORAH.

She never gave me a chance to learn them. She treated me with suspicion
and enmity from the very first day I came here. When she sneered at me
because I talked of a station instead of a depôt, of course I went on
talking of a station. Because I prefer to drink water with my meals
instead of strong tea she said I was putting on side.

MARSH.

Why can’t you humour her? You see, you’ve got to take the blame for all
the English people who came here in the past and were lazy, worthless,
and supercilious. They called us Colonials and turned up their noses at
us. What d’you expect us to do? Say, “Thank you very much, sir; we know
we’re not worthy to black your boots; and don’t bother to work--it’ll be
a pleasure for us to give you money”? It’s no good blinking the fact,
there was a great prejudice against the English, but it’s giving way
now, and every sensible man and woman who comes out can do something to
destroy it.

NORAH.

[_With a shrug of the shoulders._] If you’re tired of having me here I
can go back to Winnipeg. I shan’t have any difficulty in finding
something to do.

MARSH.

Good lord, I don’t want you to go. I like having you here, and it’s
company for Gertie. And you know, jobs aren’t so easy to find as you
think, especially now the winter’s coming on. Everyone wants a job in
the city.

NORAH.

What d’you want me to do?

MARSH.

Well, you’ve got to live with Gertie. Why can’t you make the best of
things and meet her half way? You might make allowances for her even if
you think her unreasonable.

NORAH.

I’ll have a try.

MARSH.

I think you ought to apologise for what you said to her just now.

NORAH.

I? I’ve got nothing to apologise for. She drove me to distraction.

     [_There is a moment’s pause._ MARSH, _now that he has come to the
     object of all he has been saying, is a little embarrassed_.]

MARSH.

She says she won’t speak to you again until you beg her pardon.

NORAH.

Does she look upon that as a great hardship?

MARSH.

My dear, we’re twelve miles from the nearest store. We’re thrown upon
one another through the whole of the winter. Last year there was a bad
blizzard, and for six weeks we didn’t see a soul outside the farm.
Unless we learn to put up with one another’s whims life becomes a
perfect hell.

NORAH.

You can go on talking all night, Eddie--I’ll never apologise. Time after
time when she sneered at me till my blood boiled. I’ve kept my temper.
She deserved ten times more than I said. D’you think I’m going to
knuckle under to a woman like that?

MARSH.

Remember she’s my wife, Norah.

NORAH.

Why didn’t you marry a lady?

MARSH.

What the dickens d’you think is the use of being a lady out here?

NORAH.

You’ve degenerated since you left England.

MARSH.

Now, look here, my dear, I’ll just tell you what Gertie did for me. She
was a waitress in Winnipeg at the Minnedosa Hotel, and she was making
money. She knew what the life was on a farm, much harder than anything
she’d been used to in the city, but she accepted all the hardship of it,
and the monotony--because she loved me.

NORAH.

She thought it a good match. You were a gentleman.

MARSH.

Fiddledidee. She had the chance of much better men than me.... And when
I lost my harvest two years running, d’you know what she did? She went
back to the hotel in Winnipeg for the winter so as to carry things on
till the next harvest. And at the end of the winter she gave me every
cent she’d earned to pay the interest of my mortgage and the instalments
on the machinery.

     [_There is a pause._]

NORAH.

Very well, I’ll apologise. But leave me alone with her. I--I don’t think
I could do it before anyone else.

MARSH.

All right. I’ll go and tell her.

     [_He goes out._ NORAH _is left alone with her thoughts. In a
     moment_ GERTIE _comes back, followed by_ MARSH.]

NORAH.

[_Trying to take things lightly._] I’ve been getting on with the
ironing.

GERTIE.

Have you?

NORAH.

[_With a smile._] That is one of the few things I can do all right.

GERTIE.

Any child can iron.

MARSH.

Well, I’ll be going down to the shed.

GERTIE.

[_Turning to him quickly._] What for?

MARSH.

I want to see about mending that door. It hasn’t been closing properly.

GERTIE.

I thought Norah had something to say to me.

MARSH.

That’s what I’m going to leave you alone for.

GERTIE.

I like that. She insults me before everybody and then when she’s going
to apologise it’s got to be private. No, thank you.

NORAH.

What d’you mean, Gertie?

GERTIE.

You sent Ed in to tell me you was going to apologise for what you’d
said, didn’t you?

NORAH.

For peace and quietness.

GERTIE.

Well, what you said was before the men, and it’s before the men you must
say you’re sorry.

NORAH.

How can you ask me to do such a thing!

MARSH.

Don’t be rough on her, Gertie. No one likes apologising.

GERTIE.

People who don’t like apologising should keep a better lookout on their
tongue.

MARSH.

It can’t do you any good to have her eat humble pie before the men.

GERTIE.

Perhaps not, but it’ll do her good.

NORAH.

Gertie, don’t be cruel. I’m sorry if I lost my temper just now and said
anything that hurt you. Please don’t make me humiliate myself before the
others.

GERTIE.

I’ve made up my mind, so it’s no good talking.

NORAH.

Don’t you see it’s bad enough to beg your pardon before Eddie?

GERTIE.

[_Irritably._] Why don’t you call him Ed like the rest of us? Eddie
sounds so soppy.

NORAH.

I’ve called him Eddie all my life.... It’s what his mother called him.

GERTIE.

You do everything you can to make yourself different from all of us.

NORAH.

No, I don’t, I promise you I don’t. Why won’t you give me any credit for
trying to do my best to please you?

GERTIE.

That’s neither here nor there. Go and fetch the men, Ed, and then I’ll
hear what she’s got to say.

NORAH.

No, I won’t, I won’t, I won’t. You drive me too far.

GERTIE.

You won’t beg my pardon?

NORAH.

[_Beside herself._] I said I could teach you manners. I made a mistake,
I couldn’t teach you manners. One can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s
ear.

MARSH.

[_Sharply._] Shut up, Norah.

GERTIE.

Now you must make her, Ed.

MARSH.

I’m sick to death of the pair of you.

GERTIE.

I’m your wife, and I’m going to be mistress of this house.

MARSH.

It’s horrible to make her eat humble pie before three strange men.
You’ve got no right to ask her to do a thing like that.

GERTIE.

[_Furiously._] Are you taking her part? What’s come over you since she
come here? You’re not the same to me as you used to be. Why did she come
here and get between us?

MARSH.

I haven’t done anything.

GERTIE.

Haven’t I been a good wife to you? Have you ever had any complaint to
make about me?

MARSH.

You know I haven’t.

GERTIE.

As soon as your sister comes along you let me be insulted. You don’t say
a word to defend me.

MARSH.

[_With a grim smile._] Darling, you’ve said a good many to defend
yourself.

GERTIE.

I’m sick and tired of being put upon. You must choose between us.

MARSH.

What on earth d’you mean?

GERTIE.

If you don’t make her apologise right now before the hired men I’m quit
of you.

MARSH.

I can’t make her apologise if she won’t.

GERTIE.

Then let her quit.

NORAH.

Oh, I wish I could. I wish to God I could.

MARSH.

You know she can’t do that. There’s nowhere she can go. I’ve offered her
a home. You were quite willing when I suggested having her here.

GERTIE.

I was willing because I thought she’d make herself useful. We can’t
afford to feed folks as don’t earn their keep. We have to work for our
money, we do.

NORAH.

I didn’t know you grudged me the little I eat. I wonder if I should if I
were in your place.

MARSH.

Look here, it’s no good talking. I’m not going to turn her out. As long
as she wants a home the farm’s open to her. And she’s welcome to
everything I’ve got.

GERTIE.

Then you choose her?

MARSH.

[_Irritably._] I don’t know what you’re talking about.

GERTIE.

I said you’d got to choose between us. Very well. Let her stay. I earned
my living before, and I can earn it again. I’m going.

MARSH.

Don’t talk such nonsense.

GERTIE.

You think I don’t mean it? D’you think I’m going to stay here and be put
upon? Why should I?

MARSH.

Don’t you--love me any more?

GERTIE.

Haven’t I shown that I love you? Have you forgotten, Ed?

MARSH.

We’ve gone through so much together, darling.

GERTIE.

[_Hesitatingly._] Yes, we have that.

MARSH.

Won’t you forgive her?

GERTIE.

No, I can’t. You’re a man, you don’t understand. If she won’t apologise,
either she must go or I shall.

MARSH.

I can’t lose you, Gertie. What should I do without you?

GERTIE.

I guess you know me well enough by now. When I say a thing I do it.

NORAH.

Eddie.

MARSH.

[_Ill at ease._] After all, she’s my wife. If it weren’t for her I
should be hiring out now at forty dollars a month.

     [NORAH _hesitates for a moment, then she makes up her mind_.]

NORAH.

[_Hoarsely._] Very well, I’ll do what you want.

MARSH.

You do insist on it, Gertie?

GERTIE.

Of course I do.

MARSH.

I’ll go and call the men.

NORAH.

Frank Taylor needn’t come, need he?

GERTIE.

Why not?

NORAH.

He’s going away to-day. It can’t much matter about him, surely.

GERTIE.

Why are you so particular about it, then?

NORAH.

The others are English. He’ll like to see me humiliated. He looks upon
women as dirt. He’s.... Oh, I don’t know, but not before him.

GERTIE.

It’ll do you a world of good to be taken down a peg or two, my lady.

NORAH.

Oh, how heartless--how cruel.

GERTIE.

Go on, Ed--I want to get on with my work.

     [MARSH _hesitates a moment, then shrugs his shoulders and goes
     out_.]

NORAH.

[_Passionately._] Why do you humiliate me like this?

GERTIE.

You came here and thought you knew everything, I guess. You didn’t know
who you’d got to deal with.

NORAH.

I was a stranger and homeless. If you’d had any kindness you wouldn’t
have treated me so. I wanted to be fond of you.

GERTIE.

You despised me before you ever saw me.

     [NORAH _covers her eyes for a moment with both hands, and then
     forces herself to make another appeal_.]

NORAH.

Oh, Gertie, can’t we be friends? Can’t we let bygones be bygones and
start afresh? We’re both fond of Eddie. He’s your husband and you love
him, and he’s the only relation I have in the world. Won’t you let me be
a real sister to you?

GERTIE.

It’s rather late to say all that now.

NORAH.

But it’s not too late, is it? I don’t know what I do that irritates you.
I can see how competent you are, and I admire you so much. I know how
splendid you’ve been with Eddie, and how you’ve stuck to him through
thick and thin. You’ve done everything for him.

GERTIE.

[_Breaking in violently._] Oh, don’t go on patronising me. I shall go
crazy.

NORAH.

[_Astounded._] Patronising you?

GERTIE.

You talk to me as if I was a naughty child. You might be a school
teacher.

NORAH.

It seems perfectly hopeless.

GERTIE.

Even when you’re begging my pardon you put on airs. You ask me to
forgive you as if you was doing me a favour.

NORAH.

[_With a chuckle._] I must have a very unfortunate manner.

GERTIE.

[_Furiously._] Don’t laugh at me.

NORAH.

Don’t make yourself ridiculous, then.

GERTIE.

D’you think I shall ever forget what you wrote to Ed before I married
him?

NORAH.

[_Looking at her quickly._] I don’t know what you mean.

GERTIE.

Don’t you? You told him it would be a disgrace if he married me. He was
a gentleman and I.... Oh, you spread yourself out.

NORAH.

He oughtn’t to have shown you the letter.

GERTIE.

He was dotty about me.

NORAH.

I had a perfect right to try and prevent the marriage before it took
place. But after it happened I only wanted to make the best of it. If
you had a grudge against me why did you let me come here?

GERTIE.

Ed wanted it, and it was lonely enough sometimes with the men away all
day and no one to talk to. I thought you’d be company for me.... I can’t
bear it when Ed talks to you about the Old Country and people I don’t
know nothing about.

NORAH.

[_Surprised._] Are you jealous?

GERTIE.

It’s my house and I’m mistress here. I won’t be put upon. What did you
want to come here for, upsetting everybody? Till you come I never had a
word with Ed. Oh, I hate you, I hate you.

NORAH.

Gertie.

GERTIE.

You’ve given me a chance and I’m going to take it. I’m going to take you
down a peg or two.

NORAH.

You’re doing all you can to drive me away from here.

GERTIE.

You don’t think it’s much catch to have you. You talk of getting a
job--you couldn’t get one. I know something about that, my girl. You!
You can do nothing.... Here they are. Now take your medicine.

     [ED MARSH _comes in, followed by_ TROTTER _and_ FRANK TAYLOR. FRANK
     _has taken off his overalls_.]

GERTIE.

Where’s Reg?

MARSH.

He’s just coming.

GERTIE.

Do they know what they’re here for?

MARSH.

No, I didn’t tell them.

     [HORNBY _comes in_.]

GERTIE.

Norah insulted me a while ago before all of you, and I guess she wants
to apologise.

TAYLOR.

If you told me it was that, Ed, you wanted me to come here for, I reckon
I’d have told you to go to hell.

NORAH.

Why?

TAYLOR.

I’ve got other things to do beside bothering my head about women’s
quarrels.

NORAH.

Oh, I beg your pardon, I thought it was some kindly feeling in you.

GERTIE.

Go on, Norah, we’re waiting.

     [NORAH _hesitates a moment and then takes her courage in both
     hands_.]

NORAH.

I’m sorry I was rude to you, Gertie. I apologise for what I said.

TAYLOR.

[_With a quiet smile._] You didn’t find that very easy to say, I reckon.

MARSH.

There’s nothing more to be said, is there?

GERTIE.

I’m quite satisfied.

MARSH.

We’d better get back to work, then.

     [_The men turn to go._]

GERTIE.

Let this be a lesson to you, my girl.

     [NORAH _starts at the words. It is the last straw._]

NORAH.

Frank, will you wait a minute?

TAYLOR.

[_A little surprised._] Sure. What can I do for you?

NORAH.

I’ve understood that I’m not wanted here. I’m in the way. You said just
now you wanted a woman to cook and bake for you, wash and mend your
clothes, and keep your shack clean and tidy. Will I do?

TAYLOR.

[_Rather amused._] Sure.

MARSH.

[_Horrified._] Norah.

NORAH.

[_With a twinkle in her eye._] I’m afraid you’ll have to marry me.

TAYLOR.

I guess it would be more respectable.

MARSH.

Norah, you can’t mean it. You’re in a temper. See here, Frank, you
mustn’t pay any attention to her.

GERTIE.

Shameless, that’s what I call it.

NORAH.

Why? He wants a woman to look after him. He practically proposed to me
half an hour ago. Didn’t you?

TAYLOR.

Practically.

HORNBY.

I’m bound to say I’ve never heard a proposal refused so emphatically.

MARSH.

You’ve been like cat and dog with Frank ever since you came. My dear,
you don’t know what you’re in for.

NORAH.

If he’s willing to risk it, I am.

TAYLOR.

[_Looking at her gravely._] It ain’t an easy life you’re coming to. This
farm’s a palace compared with my shack.

NORAH.

I’m not wanted here, and you say you want me. If you’ll take me, I’ll
come.

TAYLOR.

I’ll take you all right. When will you be ready? Will an hour do for
you?

NORAH.

[_Suddenly panic-stricken._] An hour?

TAYLOR.

Why, yes, then we can catch the three-thirty into Winnipeg. You can go
to the Y.W.C.A. for the night and we’ll be buckled up in the morning.

NORAH.

You’re in a great hurry.

TAYLOR.

I suppose you meant it? You weren’t just pulling a bluff?

     [NORAH _hesitates for a moment and they look at one another_.]

NORAH.

I shall be ready in an hour.

                         END OF THE SECOND ACT




                                ACT III


     SCENE: FRANK TAYLOR’S _shack at Prentice, Manitoba. It is a low log
     cabin, consisting of two rooms. The scene is the living-room. There
     is a door at the back towards the left-hand side, and on the right
     is another door that leads into the bedroom. A very small low
     window at the back. There is a stove on the left, with a long
     chimney. On the walls, untidily tacked up, are pictures cut out of
     the illustrated papers. Hanging on a nail is a Cariboo coat. On a
     shelf beside the stove are the few pots and pans that_ FRANK TAYLOR
     _possesses. They are battered and much used. There is a broom in
     the corner. The furniture consists of a rocking-chair, worn with
     use and shabby, a table roughly made by_ TAYLOR _himself from
     packing-cases, one kitchen chair and two or three packing-cases
     used as stools. On another shelf are maple-syrup tins, in which
     groceries are kept. In one corner there is an old suit-case,
     locally known as a grip, and a heap of old clothes; in another
     corner is a pile of tattered magazines and numbers of the Winnipeg
     Free Press. The shack has an untidy, comfortless, bedraggled air._

     _When the curtain rises the scene is dark and empty. There is a
     faint glimmer of light through the window. The night is bright and
     starry. There is a slight noise of a rig being driven up outside,
     and then voices are heard._

SHARP.

Woa there! Woa!

TAYLOR.

A tidy pull, that last bit. Trail’s very bad.

SHARP.

Stop still, you brute.

TAYLOR.

I guess she wants to get home.

     [_Now comes the sound of a key being put into the lock. It is
     turned noisily and the door is opened wide. A rig stands outside
     and_ SHARP _is seen still seated holding the reins_. NORAH _has
     just got down. Tied on the back of the rig are_ NORAH’S _trunk and_
     TAYLOR’S _grip. There is a glimpse of the prairie and the bright
     Canadian night._ TAYLOR _comes in. He is wearing a waterproof coat
     lined with sheepskin, a dark, roughly cut suit of some coarse blue
     material, and a broad-brimmed, flat-crowned hat._]

TAYLOR.

Wait a minute, and I’ll light the lamp. [_He strikes a match and looks
round._] Where in hell has it got to? The shack’s about two foot by
three, and I’m blamed if I can ever find a darned thing.

SHARP.

I’ll give you a hand with that trunk.

     [_As he speaks he begins to get down._ TAYLOR _finds the lamp and
     lights it_.]

TAYLOR.

I’ll come and help you if you’ll wait a bit. Come in, Norah.

SHARP.

Woa there!

     [NORAH _comes in. She has on a hat and coat. She carries a string
     bag in which there is a number of parcels._]

NORAH.

I’m quite stiff after that long drive.

TAYLOR.

Are you cold?

NORAH.

No, not a bit. I was well wrapped up.

TAYLOR.

I guess it’s freezing. But it’s your first winter and you won’t feel the
cold like we do.

NORAH.

[_Putting down her bag._] I’ll bring some of the things in.

TAYLOR.

Don’t touch the trunk, it’s too heavy for you.

NORAH.

I’m as strong as a horse.

TAYLOR.

Don’t touch it.

NORAH.

[_With a smile._] I won’t.

     [_He goes out and takes more parcels out of the rig and comes in
     with them._]

TAYLOR.

We can all do with a cup of tea. Just have a look at the stove. It won’t
take two shakes to light a fire.

NORAH.

It seems hardly worth while. It’s so late.

TAYLOR.

[_Cheerily._] Light the fire, my girl, and don’t talk about it.

     [_He goes out and is seen helping_ SHARP _to unfasten the trunk_.
     NORAH, _getting down on her knees, rakes out the ashes from the
     stove_. TAYLOR _and_ SHARP _bring the box in between them_. SHARP
     _is a rough-looking man of forty. He has been a non-commissioned
     officer in an English regiment, and has still something of a
     soldier’s look._]

SHARP.

This trunk of yours isn’t what you might call light, Mrs. Taylor.

NORAH.

It contains all I own in the world.

TAYLOR.

I guess it don’t do that. Since this morning you own a half share in a
hundred and sixty acres of as good land as there is in Manitoba and a
mighty fine shack.

NORAH.

To say nothing of a husband.

SHARP.

Where d’you want this put?

TAYLOR.

It ’ud better go in the next room right away, or we shall be falling
over it.

     [_They carry the trunk into the bedroom._ NORAH _gets up from her
     knees, goes over to a pile of logs by the stove, and takes two or
     three and some of the newspapers. The men come in again._]

TAYLOR.

Here, you won’t be able to light a fire with logs like that. Where’s
that darned axe? [_He glances round and sees it by the logs. He takes a
couple and splits them._] I guess you’ll have plenty to do getting the
shack tidy. [SHARP _brings in_ TAYLOR’S _grip and his gun_.] Now, that’s
real good of you, Sid.

SHARP.

Get any shooting down at Dyer, Frank?

TAYLOR.

There was a rare lot of prairie chickens around, but I didn’t get out
more than a couple of days.

SHARP.

Well, I’ll be getting back home now.

TAYLOR.

Oh, stay and have a cup of tea, won’t you?

SHARP.

I don’t think I will. It’s getting late and the mare’ll get cold.

TAYLOR.

Put her in the shed.

SHARP.

No, I think I’ll be toddling. My missus says I was to give you her
compliments, Mrs. Taylor, and she’ll be round to-morrow to see if
there’s anything you want.

NORAH.

That’s very kind of her. Thank you very much.

TAYLOR.

Sid lives where you saw that light just about a mile from here, Norah.
Mrs. Sharp’ll be able to help you a lot at first.

SHARP.

Oh, well, we’ve been here for thirteen years, and we know the way of the
country by now.

TAYLOR.

Norah’s about as green as a new dollar bill, I guess.

SHARP.

There’s a lot you can’t be expected to know at first. I’ll say
good-night, then, and good luck.

TAYLOR.

Well, good-night then, Sid, if you won’t stay, and it was real good of
you to come and fetch us in the rig.

SHARP.

Oh, that’s all right. Good-night to you, Mrs. Taylor.

NORAH.

Good-night.

     [SHARP _goes out, gets on the rig, and drives away_.]

TAYLOR.

I guess it must seem funny to you to hear him call you Mrs. Taylor, eh?

     [NORAH _gives him a quick look, and represses a little shudder_.]

NORAH.

Yes.

TAYLOR.

How are you getting on with that fire?

NORAH.

All right.

TAYLOR.

I guess I’ll get some water.

     [_He takes a pail and goes out. He is heard pumping._ NORAH _gets
     up, lifts the lamp so as to see better, and looks round. She is
     pale, and has a frightened look. She does not hear_ FRANK _come in,
     and starts violently when he speaks to her_.]

TAYLOR.

Having a look at the shack?

NORAH.

[_Putting the lamp down._] How you startled me.

TAYLOR.

What d’you think of it?

NORAH.

I don’t know.

TAYLOR.

I built it with my own hands. Every one of them logs was a tree I cut
down myself. You wait till the morning and I’ll show you how they’re
joined together at the corners. There’s some neat work there, my girl, I
guess.

NORAH.

Here’s the kettle.

     [_He pours water into it from the pail, and she puts the kettle on
     the stove._]

TAYLOR.

You’ll find some tea in one of them tins on the shelf. Leastways there
was some there when I come away. I guess you’re hungry.

NORAH.

I don’t think I am, very. I ate a very good supper in the train.

TAYLOR.

I’m glad you call that a good supper. I guess I could wrap up the amount
you ate in a postal stamp.

NORAH.

[_Smiling._] I haven’t a very large appetite.

TAYLOR.

I have. Where’s the loaf we got in Winnipeg this afternoon?

NORAH.

I’ll get it.

TAYLOR.

And the butter. You’ll bake to-morrow, I reckon.

     [NORAH _gets a loaf and a piece of butter out of the string bag she
     brought in with her. She puts them on the table._]

NORAH.

Shall I cut you some?

TAYLOR.

Yep.

NORAH.

Please.

TAYLOR.

Please what?

NORAH.

[_With a smile._] Yes, please.

TAYLOR.

Oh!

     [_He gives her a look, and she, a quiet smile on her face, cuts two
     or three pieces of bread and butter. Then she gets tea out of the
     tin and puts it in a teapot._]

TAYLOR.

I guess you’d better take your hat and coat off.

     [NORAH _does so without answering_.]

TAYLOR.

You ain’t terribly talkative for a woman, my girl.

NORAH.

I haven’t got anything to say at the moment.

TAYLOR.

Well, I guess it’s better to have a wife as talks too little than a wife
as talks too much.

NORAH.

[_With her tongue in her cheek._] I suppose absolute perfection is
rare--in women, poor wretches.

TAYLOR.

What’s that?

NORAH.

I was only amusing myself with a reflection.

     [TAYLOR _takes off his coat and appears in a grey sweater. He sits
     down in the rocking chair._]

TAYLOR.

I guess there’s no place like home. You get a bit fed up with hiring
out. Ed was O.K., I reckon, but it ain’t like being your own boss.

NORAH.

[_Pointing._] What’s through there?

TAYLOR.

Oh, that’s the bedroom. Like to have a look?

NORAH.

No.

TAYLOR.

When I built the shack I fixed it up so as it would do when I got
married. Sid Sharp asked me what in hell I wanted to divide it up in
half for, but I guess women like little luxuries like that.

NORAH.

Like what?

TAYLOR.

Like having a room to sleep in and a room to live in.

NORAH.

Here’s the bread and butter. Will you have some syrup?

TAYLOR.

Sure.

     [_He gets up and sits down at the table._]

NORAH.

That water ought to be boiling by now. What about milk?

TAYLOR.

That’s one of the things you’ll have to do without till I can afford to
buy a cow.

NORAH.

I can’t drink tea without milk.

TAYLOR.

You try. Say, can you milk a cow?

NORAH.

I? No.

TAYLOR.

Then it’s just as well I ain’t got one.

NORAH.

You’re a philosopher.

     [_She lifts the cover off the kettle and looks at it, then pours
     some water into the teapot, and sets it down on the table._]

NORAH.

Is there a candle? I’ll just get one or two things out of my box.

TAYLOR.

Ain’t you going to sit down and have a cup of tea?

NORAH.

I don’t want any, thanks.

TAYLOR.

Sit down, my girl.

NORAH.

Why?

TAYLOR.

[_Smiling._] Because I tell you to.

NORAH.

[_Quite pleasantly._] I don’t think you’d better tell me to do things.

TAYLOR.

Then I ask you. You ain’t going to refuse the first favour I’ve asked
you?

NORAH.

[_With a pretty smile._] Of course not. [_She sits down._] There.

TAYLOR.

Now pour out my tea for me, will you? [_He watches her do it._] It is
rum seeing my wife sitting down at my table and pouring out tea for me.

NORAH.

Is it pleasant?

TAYLOR.

Sure. Now have some yourself, my girl. You’ll soon get used to drinking
it without milk. And I guess you’ll be able to get some to-morrow from
Mrs. Sharp.

     [NORAH _pours herself out some tea_.]

TAYLOR.

I had a sort of a feeling I wanted you and me to have the first meal
together in your new home. Just take a bit of the bread and butter.

     [_He passes over to her a slice and, smiling, she cuts a little
     piece off and eats it._]

TAYLOR.

We ain’t lost much time, I guess. Why, it’s only yesterday you told me
not to call you Norah.

NORAH.

That was very silly of me. I was in a temper.

TAYLOR.

And now we’re man and wife.

NORAH.

Married in haste with a vengeance.

TAYLOR.

Ain’t you a bit scared?

NORAH.

I? What of? You?

TAYLOR.

With Ed on t’other side of Winnipeg, he might just as well be in the Old
Country for all the good he can be to you. You might be a bit scared to
find yourself alone with a man you don’t know.

NORAH.

I’m not nervous.

TAYLOR.

Good for you.

NORAH.

You did give me a fright, though. When I asked you if you’d take me, I
suppose it was only about fifteen seconds before you answered, but it
seemed like ten minutes. I thought you might refuse.

TAYLOR.

I was thinking.

NORAH.

[_Smiling._] Counting up my good points and setting them against the bad
ones?

TAYLOR.

No, I was thinking you wouldn’t have asked me like that if you
hadn’t--despised me.

     [NORAH, _a little taken aback, gives him a quick look, but she
     tries to pass it off lightly_.]

NORAH.

I don’t know what makes you think that.

TAYLOR.

Well, I don’t know how you could have put it more plainly that my name
was mud.

NORAH.

Why didn’t you refuse, then?

TAYLOR.

I guess I’m not a nervous fellow, either.

NORAH.

[_With a twinkle in her eye._] And women are scarce in Manitoba.

TAYLOR.

I always fancied an Englishwoman. They make the best wives when they’ve
been licked into shape.

NORAH.

[_Frankly amused._] Are you proposing to attempt that operation on me?

TAYLOR.

You’re clever. I guess a hint or two is about all you’ll want.

NORAH.

It embarrasses me when you pay me compliments.

TAYLOR.

I’ll take you round and show you the land to-morrow. I ain’t done all
the clearing yet, so there’ll be plenty of work for the winter. I want
to have a hundred acres to sow next year. And then if I get a good crop
I’ve a mind to take another quarter. You can’t make it pay really
without you’ve got half a section. And it’s a tough proposition when you
ain’t got capital.

NORAH.

I didn’t think I was marrying a millionaire.

TAYLOR.

Never mind, my girl, you shan’t live in a shack long, I promise you.
It’s the greatest country in the world. We only want three good crops
and you shall have a brick house same as you lived in at home.

NORAH.

I wonder what they’re doing in England now.

TAYLOR.

Well, I guess they’re asleep.

NORAH.

When I think of England I always think of it at tea-time. [_She looks at
the tea-things they have just used._] Miss Wickham had a beautiful old
silver teapot--George II.--and she was awfully proud of it. And she was
very proud of her tea-set--it was old Worcester--and she wouldn’t let
anyone wash the things but.... And two or three times a week an old
Indian judge came in to tea, and he used to talk to me about the
East--oh, why did you make me think of it all?

TAYLOR.

The past is dead and gone, my girl. We’ve got the future.

NORAH.

[_Paying no attention to his words._] One never knows when one’s well
off, does one? It’s madness to think of what’s gone for ever.

TAYLOR.

I wish we’d got a drop of liquor here so as we could drink one another’s
health. But as we ain’t you’d better give me a kiss instead.

NORAH.

[_Lightly._] I’m not very fond of kissing.

TAYLOR.

[_With a smile._] It ain’t generally an acquired taste, but I guess
you’re peculiar.

NORAH.

It looks like it.

TAYLOR.

Come, my girl, you didn’t even kiss me after we was married.

NORAH.

[_In a perfectly friendly way._] Isn’t a hint enough for you? Why do you
force me to say everything in so many words?

TAYLOR.

It seems to me it wants a few words to make it plain when a woman
refuses to give her husband a kiss.

NORAH.

Do sit down, there’s a good fellow, and I’ll tell you one or two things.

TAYLOR.

That’s terribly kind of you. [_He sinks back into the rocking-chair._]
Have you any choice of seats?

NORAH.

You’ve taken the only one that’s tolerably comfortable. I think there’s
nothing to choose between the others.

TAYLOR.

Nothing.

NORAH.

I think we’d better fix things up before we go any further.

TAYLOR.

Sure.

NORAH.

You gave me to understand very plainly that you wanted a wife in order
to get a general servant without having to pay her wages. Wages are high
in Canada.

TAYLOR.

That was the way you put it.

NORAH.

Baching isn’t very comfortable.

TAYLOR.

Not very.

NORAH.

You wanted someone to cook and bake for you, wash, sweep, and mend. I
offered to come and do all that. It never struck me for an instant that
there was any possibility of your expecting anything else of me.

TAYLOR.

Then you’re a damned fool, my girl.

NORAH.

[_Firing up._] D’you mind not saying things like that to me?

TAYLOR.

[_Good-humouredly._] I guess I shall have to say a good many things like
that before we’ve done.

NORAH.

I asked you to marry me only because I couldn’t stay in the shack
without.

TAYLOR.

I guess you asked me to marry you because you was in a hell of a temper.
You wanted to get away from Ed’s farm right then, and you didn’t care
what you did so long as you quit. But you was darned sorry for what
you’d done by the time you’d packed your box.

NORAH.

[_Frigidly._] What makes you think that?

TAYLOR.

Why, when you come back in the kitchen you was as white as a sheet. You
wanted to say you’d changed your mind, but your darned pride wouldn’t
let you.

NORAH.

I wouldn’t have stayed on in that house for anything in the world.

TAYLOR.

And this morning, when I called for you at the Y.W.C.A., you wanted to
say you wouldn’t marry me. You tried to speak the words, but they
wouldn’t come. When you shook hands with me your hand was like ice.

NORAH.

I was nervous for a moment. After all, one isn’t married every day of
one’s life, is one?

TAYLOR.

If I hadn’t shown you the licence and the ring, I guess you wouldn’t
have done it. You hadn’t the nerve to back out of it then.

NORAH.

I hadn’t slept a wink all night. I kept on turning it over in my mind. I
was frightened at what I’d done. But I didn’t know a soul in Winnipeg. I
hadn’t anywhere to go. I had four dollars in my pocket. I had to go
through with it.

TAYLOR.

You took pretty good stock of me in the train on the way here, I guess.

NORAH.

[_Recovering herself._] What makes you think so?

TAYLOR.

Well, I felt you was looking at me a good deal. It wasn’t hard to see
that you was turning me over in your mind. What conclusion did you come
to?

NORAH.

You see, I lived all those years with an old lady. I know very little
about men.

TAYLOR.

I guessed that.

NORAH.

I came to the conclusion that you were a decent fellow. I thought you
would be kind to me.

TAYLOR.

Bouquets are just flying around. Have you got anything more to say to
me?

NORAH.

No.

TAYLOR.

Then just get me my pouch, will you? I guess it’s in the pocket of my
coat.

     [_She hesitates a moment, looks at him, then gets it._]

NORAH.

Here you are.

TAYLOR.

[_With his tongue in his cheek._] I thought you was going to tell me I
could darned well get it myself.

NORAH.

I don’t very much like being ordered about.

TAYLOR.

You never paid much attention to me till to-day, I reckon.

NORAH.

I was always polite to you.

TAYLOR.

Very. But I was the hired man, and you never let me forget it. You
thought yourself a darned sight better than me because you could play
the piano and speak French. But we ain’t got a piano, and there ain’t
anyone as speaks French nearer than Winnipeg.

NORAH.

What are you driving at?

TAYLOR.

Parlour tricks ain’t much good on the prairie. They’re like dollar bills
up in Hudson Bay. Tobacco’s the only thing you can trade with an
Esquimaux. You can’t cook very well, you don’t know how to milk a
cow--why, you can’t even harness a horse.

NORAH.

Are you regretting your bargain already?

TAYLOR.

No, I guess I can teach you. But if I was you I wouldn’t put on any
frills. We shall get along O.K., I guess, when we’ve shaken down.

NORAH.

You’ll find I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

TAYLOR.

[_Ignoring the remark._] When two people live together in a shack
there’s got to be a deal of give and take on both sides. As long as you
do what I tell you you’ll be all right.

NORAH.

[_With a smile._] It’s unfortunate that when anyone tells me to do a
thing I have an irresistible desire not to do it.

TAYLOR.

I guess I tumbled to that. You must get over it.

NORAH.

You’ve talked to me once or twice in a way I don’t like. I think we
shall get on better if you _ask_ me to do things.

TAYLOR.

Don’t forget that I can _make_ you do them.

NORAH.

[_Amused._] How?

TAYLOR.

Well, I’m stronger than you are.

NORAH.

A man can hardly use force in his dealings with a woman.

TAYLOR.

Oh?

NORAH.

You seem surprised.

TAYLOR.

What’s going to prevent him?

NORAH.

[_With a little laugh._] Don’t be so silly.

     [_He gives her a look and then smiles quietly to himself._]

TAYLOR.

Well, I’m going to unpack my grip. [_Pointing to the tea-things._] Wash
up them things.

NORAH.

[_With a slight shrug of the shoulders._] I’ll wash them up in the
morning.

TAYLOR.

Wash ’em up now, my girl. You’ll find the only way to keep things clean
is to wash ’em the moment you’ve done with them.

     [NORAH _looks at him with a slight smile on her face, but does not
     move_.]

TAYLOR.

Did you hear what I said?

NORAH.

I did.

TAYLOR.

Why don’t you do as I tell you?

NORAH.

[_Smiling._] Because I don’t choose.

TAYLOR.

You ain’t taken long to try it out.

NORAH.

They say there’s no time like the present.

TAYLOR.

Are you going to wash up them things?

NORAH.

No.

     [_He looks at her for a moment, then gets up, pours water into a
     pail and puts a ragged dishcloth on the table._]

TAYLOR.

Are you going to wash up them things?

NORAH.

No.

TAYLOR.

D’you want me to make you?

NORAH.

How can you do that?

TAYLOR.

I’ll show you.

NORAH.

I’ll just get out these rugs, shall I? I expect it gets very cold
towards morning.

     [_She gets up and goes over to a holdall and begins unstrapping
     it._]

TAYLOR.

Norah.

NORAH.

Yes.

TAYLOR.

Come here.

NORAH.

Why?

TAYLOR.

Because I tell you.

     [_She looks at him, but does not move. He goes over to her and is
     about to seize her wrist._]

NORAH.

You daren’t touch me.

TAYLOR.

Who told you that?

NORAH.

Have you forgotten that I’m a woman?

TAYLOR.

No, I haven’t. That’s why I’m going to make you do as I tell you. If you
was a man I mightn’t be able to. Come now.

     [_He makes a movement to take her by the arm, but she slips away
     from him and quickly boxes his ears. He stops._]

TAYLOR.

That was a darned silly thing to do.

NORAH.

What did you expect?

TAYLOR.

I expected you was cleverer than to hit me. You see, when it comes
to--to muscle, I guess I’ve got the bulge on you.

NORAH.

I’m not frightened of you.

TAYLOR.

Now come and wash up these things.

NORAH.

I won’t.

TAYLOR.

Come on.

     [_He takes her wrists and tries to drag her to the table. She
     struggles with him, but cannot release herself. She kicks him as he
     drags her to the table._]

NORAH.

Let me go.

TAYLOR.

Come on now, my girl. What’s the good of making a darned fuss about it?

NORAH.

You brute, how dare you touch me! You’ll never force me to do anything.
Let go! Let go! Let go!

     [_As they reach the table she bends down and bites him.
     Instinctively he releases her._]

TAYLOR.

Gee, what sharp teeth you’ve got.

NORAH.

You cad! You cad!

TAYLOR.

[_Looking at his hand._] I never thought you’d bite. That ain’t much
like a lady.

NORAH.

You filthy cad to hit a woman.

TAYLOR.

Gee, I didn’t hit you. You smacked my face and kicked my shins, and you
bit my hand. And then you say _I_ hit you.

NORAH.

[_With all her passion._] You beast! I hate you.

TAYLOR.

I don’t care about that so long as you wash them cups.

NORAH.

Look.

     [_With a sudden sweep of the arm she brushes them off the table,
     and they fall on the floor and break._]

TAYLOR.

That’s a pity. We’re terribly short of crockery. We shall have to drink
our tea out of tins now.

NORAH.

I said I wouldn’t wash them and I haven’t washed them.

TAYLOR.

They don’t need it now, I guess.

NORAH.

I think I’ve won.

TAYLOR.

[_With a smile._] Sure. Now take the broom and sweep up all the darned
mess you’ve made.

NORAH.

I won’t.

TAYLOR.

Look here, my girl, I guess I’ve had about enough of your nonsense. You
do as you’re told and look sharp about it.

NORAH.

You can kill me if you like.

TAYLOR.

What’s the good of that? Women are scarce in Manitoba.... Here’s the
broom.

NORAH.

If you want that mess swept up you can sweep it up yourself.

TAYLOR.

You make me tired. [_He puts the broom into her hands, but she flings it
violently away._] Look here, if you don’t clean up that mess at once,
I’ll give you the biggest hiding you’ve ever had in your life.

NORAH.

[_Scornfully._] You?

TAYLOR.

[_Nodding his head._] Yours truly. I’ve done with larking now.

     [_He turns up the sleeves of his sweater. Suddenly she bursts into
     loud cries._]

NORAH.

Help! Help! Help!

TAYLOR.

What’s the good of that? There ain’t no one within a mile of us. Listen.

     [_For a moment they are both silent as they listen to the silence
     of the prairie._]

NORAH.

If you touch me I’ll have you up for cruelty. There are laws to protect
me.

TAYLOR.

I don’t care a curse for the laws. I know I’m going to be master here.
And if I tell you to do a thing you’ve darned well got to do it because
I can make you. Now stop fooling. Pick up that crockery and get the
broom.

NORAH.

I won’t.

     [_He strides up and is just about to catch hold of her when she
     shrinks back. She sees he is in earnest. She is terrified by his
     look._]

NORAH.

No, don’t. Don’t hurt me.

TAYLOR.

[_He stops and looks at her._] I guess there’s only one law here, and
that’s the law of the strongest. I don’t know nothing about cities.
Perhaps men and women are equal there. But on the prairie a man’s master
because he’s bigger and stronger than a woman.

NORAH.

Frank.

TAYLOR.

Blast you, don’t talk!

     [NORAH _pauses, struggling between her pride and her fear. She will
     not look at her husband. She feels that he is getting impatient. At
     last, slowly, she bends down and picks up the teapot, the cups and
     saucers, and puts them on the table. Then she sinks into the chair
     and bursts into tears. He watches her with a slight smile on his
     face, but not unkindly._]

NORAH.

Oh, I’m so unhappy.

TAYLOR.

[_Without any anger in his voice._] Come on, my girl, don’t shirk the
rest of it.

     [_She looks up and sees the mess of spilt tea on the floor. She
     gets up slowly, keeping her face away from him, and picks up the
     broom. She sweeps up. When she has finished she puts the broom in
     the corner. He watches her all the time. Then she takes up her hat
     and coat and starts to put them on._]

TAYLOR.

What are you doing?

NORAH.

I’ve done what you made me do. Now I’m going.

TAYLOR.

Where?

NORAH.

What do I care so long as I get away?

TAYLOR.

You ain’t under the impression that there’s a first-class hotel round
the corner, are you? because there ain’t.

NORAH.

I’ll go to the Sharps.

TAYLOR.

I guess they’re in bed and asleep by now.

NORAH.

I can wake them.

TAYLOR.

You’d never find your way. It’s pitch dark.

NORAH.

I’ll sleep out of doors, then.

TAYLOR.

On the prairie? Why, you’d freeze to death.

NORAH.

What does it matter to you whether I live or die?

TAYLOR.

It matters a great deal. Women are scarce in Manitoba.

NORAH.

Are you going to prevent me from going?

TAYLOR.

Sure.

     [_He stands in front of the door and faces her._]

NORAH.

You can’t keep me here against my will. If I don’t go to-night, I can go
to-morrow.

TAYLOR.

To-morrow’s a long way off.

     [_She gives a start and looks at him with staring, terrified eyes,
     her throat is dry with terror._]

NORAH.

Frank. What d’you mean?

TAYLOR.

I don’t know what silly fancies you had in your head. When I married you
I intended that you should be a proper wife to me.

NORAH.

But ... but.... [_She can hardly speak._] But you understood. [_He does
not answer. At last she collects herself. She tries to talk calmly and
reasonably._] I’m sorry for the way I behaved, Frank. It was childish of
me to struggle with you. You irritated me by the way you spoke.

TAYLOR.

Oh, I don’t mind. I don’t know much about women and I guess they’re
queer. We had to fix things up sometime and I guess there was no harm in
getting it over right now.

NORAH.

You’ve beaten me all along the line and I’m in your power. Have mercy on
me.

TAYLOR.

I guess you won’t have much cause to complain.

NORAH.

I married you in a fit of temper. It was very stupid of me. I’m very
sorry that I--that I’ve been all this trouble to you. Won’t you let me
go?

TAYLOR.

No, I can’t do that.

NORAH.

I’m no good to you. You’ve told me that I’m useless. I can’t do any of
the things that you want a wife to do. You can’t be so hard-hearted as
to make me pay with all my life for one moment’s madness.

TAYLOR.

What good would it do if I let you go? Will you go to Gertie and ask her
to take you back again? You’ve got too much pride for that.

NORAH.

I don’t think I’ve got much pride left.

TAYLOR.

Don’t you think you’d better give it a try?

NORAH.

All the life was so strange to me. In England they think it’s so
different from what it really is. I thought I should have a horse to
ride. I expected dances and tennis parties. And when I came out I was so
out of it. I felt in the way. And yesterday they drove me frantic so
that I felt I couldn’t stay another moment in that house. It was only an
impulse. I made a mistake. I didn’t know what I was doing. You can’t
have the heart to take advantage of it.

TAYLOR.

I knew you was making a mistake, but that was your look out. When I sell
a man a horse he can look it over for himself, but I ain’t obliged to
tell him its faults.

NORAH.

D’you mean to say that after I’ve begged you almost on my knees to let
me go you’ll force me to stay?

TAYLOR.

Sure.

NORAH.

Oh, I’m so unhappy.

TAYLOR.

Perhaps you won’t be when you get used to it.

NORAH.

[_Desperately._] Oh, why did I ever walk into this trap?

TAYLOR.

Come, my girl, let us let bygones be bygones and give me a kiss.

     [_She looks at him for a moment._]

NORAH.

I’m not in love with you.

TAYLOR.

I guessed that.

NORAH.

And you’re not in love with me.

TAYLOR.

You’re a woman and I’m a man.

NORAH.

D’you want me to tell you in so many words that you’re physically
repellent to me? The thought of letting you kiss me horrifies and
disgusts me.

TAYLOR.

[_Good-humouredly._] Thank you.

NORAH.

Look at your hands. It gives me goose-flesh when you touch me.

TAYLOR.

Cutting down trees, diggin’, looking after horses, don’t leave them very
white and smooth.

NORAH.

Let me go. Let me go.

     [TAYLOR _changes his manner, which has been quite good-humoured,
     and speaks more sharply and with a certain stern force_.]

TAYLOR.

See here, my girl--you was educated like a lady and spent your life
doing nothing--a lady’s companion, wasn’t you--taking a little dawg out
for a walk of a morning and combing out his pretty little coat? And you
look upon yourself as a darned sight better than me. I never had no
schooling, and it’s a hell of a job for me to write a letter, but since
I was so high I’ve earned my living. I guess I’ve been all over this
country. I’ve been a trapper and I’ve worked on the railroad, and for
two years I’ve been a freighter. I guess I’ve done pretty near
everything but serve in a store. Now you just get busy and forget all
the nonsense you’ve got in your head. You’re nothing but an ignorant
woman and I’m your master. I’m going to do what I like with you, and if
you don’t submit willingly, by God I’ll take you as the trappers in the
old days used to take the squaws.

     [_He steps towards her, and she, escaping from him, seizes his gun,
     which is lying against the wall. She lifts it and aims at him._]

NORAH.

If you move I’ll kill you.

TAYLOR.

[_Stopping suddenly._] You daren’t.

NORAH.

Unless you open the door and let me go I’ll shoot you. I’ll shoot you.

TAYLOR.

[_Advancing one step._] Shoot, then.

     [_She pulls the trigger. A click is heard, but nothing more._]

TAYLOR.

Gee whiz, you meant it.

NORAH.

[_Aghast._] It wasn’t loaded.

TAYLOR.

Of course it wasn’t loaded. D’you think I’d have stood there and told
you to shoot if it had been? I guess I ain’t thinking of committing
suicide.

NORAH.

And I almost admired you.

TAYLOR.

You hadn’t got no reason to. There’s nothing to admire about a man who
stands five feet off a loaded gun that’s being aimed at him. He’s a
darned fool, that’s all.

NORAH.

[_Throwing the gun aside angrily._] You were laughing at me. Now I’ll
never forgive you.

TAYLOR.

You’d have had me dead as mutton if that gun had been loaded. You’re a
sport. I never thought you had it in you.

NORAH.

I’ll never forgive you.

TAYLOR.

You’re the girl for me, I guess.

     [_Before she is prepared he flings his arms round her and tries to
     kiss her. She struggles desperately, turning her face away from
     him._]

NORAH.

Let me alone. I’ll kill myself if you touch me.

TAYLOR.

I guess you won’t.

     [_He gives her a resounding kiss on the cheek and lets her go.
     Sinking into a chair, she puts her hands up to her flaming
     cheeks._]

NORAH.

Oh, how shameful, how shameful.

     [_She sobs in helpless, angry despair. He puts his hand gently on
     her shoulder._]

TAYLOR.

Hadn’t you better cave in, my girl? You’ve tried your strength against
mine and it didn’t amount to much. You tried to shoot me and I only made
you look a darned fool. I guess you’re beat, my girl. There’s only one
law here, and that’s the law of the strongest. You’ve got to do what I
want because I can make you.

NORAH.

Haven’t you any generosity?

TAYLOR.

Not the kind you want, I guess.

NORAH.

Oh, I’m so unhappy.

TAYLOR.

Listen. [_He puts up his finger and seems to listen intently. She looks
at him, but does not speak._] Listen to the silence. Can’t you hear it,
the silence of the prairie? Why, we might be the only two people in the
world, you and me, here in this shack right out in the prairie. Listen.
There ain’t a sound. It might be the garden of Eden. What’s that about
male and female created He them? I guess you’re my wife, my girl, and I
want you. [_She gives him a sidelong look of terror, but still does not
speak. He takes the lamp and goes to the bedroom door. He opens it and,
holding the lamp up high, looks at her. Just to do something she takes
the dishcloth and rubs the table with it. She wants to gain time._] I
guess it’s getting late. You’ll be able to have a good clean out
to-morrow.

NORAH.

To-morrow.

     [_A look of shame, fear, anguish, passes over her face, and then,
     violently, a convulsive shudder runs through her whole body. She
     puts her hands to her eyes and walks slowly to the door._]

                         END OF THE THIRD ACT




                                ACT IV


     SCENE: _The same as in the previous act_, FRANK TAYLOR’S _shack at
     Prentice, but there are signs about it of a woman’s presence. There
     is a cloth on the table, and a cushion on the rocking-chair, there
     are muslin curtains on the window tied back with ribband, and there
     are geraniums growing in maple-syrup tins. There is a rough
     bookshelf against the wall, on which is_ NORAH’S _small stock of
     books. Coloured supplements from the Christmas numbers of
     illustrated papers are pinned neatly on the walls. The
     packing-cases which had been used as stools have been replaced by
     rough chairs which_ TAYLOR _has made with his own hands during the
     winter. When the door of the shack is opened the blue sky is seen
     and the prairie._ NORAH _is arranging mustard flowers in a pudding
     basin on the table. She wears a serge skirt and a neat shirt-waist:
     she has a healthier look than before, her face is tanned and she
     has a higher colour. She hears a sound and looks up._ TAYLOR
     _enters_.

NORAH.

I didn’t know you were about.

TAYLOR.

I ain’t got much to do to-day. I’ve been out with Sid Sharp and a man
come over from Prentice.

NORAH.

Oh!

TAYLOR.

[_Noticing the flowers._] Say, what have you got there?

NORAH.

Aren’t they pretty? I picked them just now. They’re so cheerful.

TAYLOR.

[_Drily._] Very.

NORAH.

A few flowers make the shack look so much more bright and cosy.

TAYLOR.

[_Looking round him._] You’ve made it a real home, Norah. Mrs. Sharp
never stops wondering how you done it. Sid was saying only the other day
it was because you was a lady. It does make a difference, I guess.

NORAH.

[_With a little smile._] I’m glad you haven’t found me quite a hopeless
failure.

TAYLOR.

I guess I’ve never been so comfortable in all my life. It’s what I
always said--when English girls do take to the life they make a better
job of it than anybody.

NORAH.

What’s the man come out from Prentice for?

TAYLOR.

[_After a moment’s pause._] I guess you ain’t been terribly happy here,
my girl.

NORAH.

What on earth makes you say that?

TAYLOR.

You’ve got a good memory, I guess, and you ain’t ever forgiven me for
that first night.

NORAH.

[_Looking down._] I made up my mind very soon that I must accept the
consequences of what I’d done. I tried to fall in with your ways.

TAYLOR.

You was clever enough to see that I meant to be master in my own house,
and I had the strength to do it.

NORAH.

[_With a faint smile._] I’ve cooked for you and mended your clothes, and
I’ve kept the shack clean. I’ve been obedient and obliging.

TAYLOR.

[_With a little chuckle._] I guess you hated me sometimes.

NORAH.

No one likes being humiliated as you humiliated me.

TAYLOR.

Ed’s coming out here presently, my girl.

NORAH.

Ed who?

TAYLOR.

Your brother.

NORAH.

[_Astounded._] Eddie? When?

TAYLOR.

Why, right now, I guess. He was in Prentice this morning.

NORAH.

How d’you know?

TAYLOR.

He phoned over to Sharp’s to say he was riding out.

NORAH.

Oh, how ripping! Why didn’t you tell me before?

TAYLOR.

I didn’t know.

NORAH.

Is that why you asked me if I was happy? I couldn’t make out what was
the matter with you.

TAYLOR.

Well, I guess I thought if you still wanted to quit, Ed’s coming would
be kind of useful.

NORAH.

Why d’you think I want to?

TAYLOR.

You ain’t been very talkative these months, but I guess it wasn’t hard
to see you’d have given pretty near anything in the world to quit.

NORAH.

I’m not going back to Eddie’s farm, if that’s what you mean.

TAYLOR.

If he comes before I get back, tell him I won’t be long. I guess you
won’t be sorry to do a bit of yarning with him by yourself.

NORAH.

You’re not under the impression I’m going to say beastly things about
you to him?

TAYLOR.

No, I guess not. That ain’t your sort. P’raps we don’t know the best of
one another yet, but I reckon we know the worst by now.

NORAH.

[_Looking at him sharply._] Frank, is anything the matter?

TAYLOR.

Why, no. Why?

NORAH.

You’ve seemed different the last few days.

TAYLOR.

I guess that’s only your fancy. I’d better be getting along. Sid and the
other fellow are waiting for me.

     [_He goes out._ NORAH _looks at him with a puzzled air, then she
     gives a touch to the flowers, and gets her work. She sits down at
     the table and begins to mend a thick woollen sock. Suddenly there
     is a loud knock at the door. She starts up and runs to open it._
     EDWARD MARSH _is seen standing outside. She gives a cry of delight
     and flings her arms round his neck. He comes in._]

NORAH.

Eddie! Oh, my dear, I’m so glad to see you.

MARSH.

Hulloa there!

NORAH.

But how did you come? I never heard a rig.

MARSH.

Look.

     [_She goes to the door and looks out._]

NORAH.

Why, it’s Reggie Hornby. [_Calling._] Reggie.

HORNBY.

[_Outside._] Hulloa!

NORAH.

He can put the horse in the lean-to.

MARSH.

Yes. [_Calling._] Reg, give the old lady a feed and put her in the
lean-to.

HORNBY.

Right-o.

NORAH.

Didn’t you see Frank? He’s only just this moment gone out.

MARSH.

No.

NORAH.

He’ll be in presently. Now, come in. Oh, my dear, it is splendid to see
you.

MARSH.

You’re looking fine, Norah.

NORAH.

Have you had dinner?

MARSH.

Sure. We got something to eat before we left Prentice.

NORAH.

Well, I’ll make you a cup of tea.

MARSH.

No, I won’t have anything, thanks.

NORAH.

You’re not a real Canadian yet if you refuse a cup of tea when it’s
offered you. Well, sit down and make yourself comfortable.

MARSH.

How are you getting on, Norah?

NORAH.

Oh, never mind about me. Tell me about yourself. How’s Gertie? And what
brought you to this part of the world? And what’s Reggie Hornby doing?
And is thingamygig still with you? You know, the hired man. What was his
name? Trotter, wasn’t it? Oh, my dear, don’t sit there like a stuffed
pig, but speak to me, or I shall shake you.

MARSH.

My dear, I can’t answer fifteen questions all at once.

NORAH.

Oh, Eddie, I’m so glad to see you. You are a duck to come and see me.

MARSH.

Let me get a word in edgeways.

NORAH.

I won’t say another syllable. But for goodness’ sake, hurry up. I want
to know all sorts of things.

MARSH.

Well, the first thing is that I’m expecting to be a happy father in
three or four months.

NORAH.

Oh, Eddie, I’m so glad. How happy Gertie must be!

MARSH.

She doesn’t know what to make of it. But I guess she’s pleased right
enough. She sends you her love and says she hopes you’ll follow her
example soon.

NORAH.

I? But you’ve not told me what you’re doing in this part of the world,
anyway.

MARSH.

[_Smiling._] Anyway?

NORAH.

[_With a laugh._] I’ve practically spoken to no one but Frank for
months. I get into his ways of speaking.

MARSH.

Well, when I got Frank’s letter about the clearing machine....

NORAH.

[_Interrupting him._] Has Frank written to you?

MARSH.

Why, yes. Didn’t you know? He said there was a clearing machine going
cheap at Prentice. I’ve always thought I could make money down our way
if I had one. They say you can clear from three to four acres a day
with it. Frank said it was worth my while coming to have a look at it,
and he guessed you’d be glad to see me.

NORAH.

How funny of him not to say anything to me about it.

MARSH.

I expect he wanted to surprise you. Now, how d’you like being a married
woman?

NORAH.

Oh, all right. Why has Reggie Hornby come with you?

MARSH.

D’you know, I’ve not seen you since you were married.

NORAH.

You haven’t, have you?

MARSH.

I’ve been a bit anxious about you. That’s why, when Frank wrote about
the clearing machine, I didn’t stop to think about it, but just came.

NORAH.

It was very nice of you. But why has Reggie Hornby come?

MARSH.

Oh, he’s going back to England.

NORAH.

Is he?

MARSH.

Yes, he got them to send him his passage at last. His ship doesn’t sail
till next week, and he said he might just as well stop off here and say
good-bye to you.

NORAH.

How has he been getting on?

MARSH.

What do you expect? He looks upon work as something that only damned
fools do. Where’s Frank?

NORAH.

Oh, he’s out with Sid Sharp. That’s our neighbour. He has the farm you
passed on your way here.

MARSH.

Getting on all right with him, Norah?

NORAH.

Of course. What’s that boy doing all this time? He _is_ slow, isn’t he?

MARSH.

It’s a great change for you, this, after the sort of life you’ve been
used to.

NORAH.

[_To change the topic._] I was rather hoping you’d have some letters for
me. I haven’t had any for a long time.

MARSH.

There now, I’ve got a head like a sieve. Two came by the last mail and I
didn’t send them on because I was coming myself.

NORAH.

You haven’t forgotten them?

MARSH.

No, here they are.

NORAH.

[_Reading the addresses._] They don’t look very exciting. One’s from
Agnes Pringle. She was a lady’s companion that I used to know in
Tunbridge Wells. And the other’s from Mr. Wynne.

MARSH.

Who’s he?

NORAH.

Oh, he was Miss Wickham’s solicitor. He wrote to me once before to say
he hoped I was getting on all right. [_Putting the letters on the
table._] I don’t think I want to hear from people in England any more.

MARSH.

My dear, why d’you say that?

NORAH.

It’s no good thinking of the past, is it?

MARSH.

Aren’t you going to read your letters?

NORAH.

Not now. I’ll read them when I’m alone.

MARSH.

Don’t mind me.

NORAH.

It’s so silly of me, but letters from England always make me cry.

MARSH.

[_Looking at her sharply._] Norah, aren’t you happy here?

NORAH.

Yes, why shouldn’t I be?

MARSH.

Why haven’t you written to me once since you were married?

NORAH.

I hadn’t got much to say. [_With a smile._] And after all, I’d been
practically turned out of your house.

MARSH.

[_Puzzled._] I don’t know what to make of you.

NORAH.

[_Nervous and almost exasperated._] Oh, don’t cross-examine me, there’s
a dear.

MARSH.

Frank Taylor’s kind to you and all that sort of thing, isn’t he?

NORAH.

Quite.

MARSH.

When I asked you to come and stay on the farm I thought it wouldn’t be
long before you married, but I didn’t expect you’d marry one of the
hired men.

NORAH.

Oh, my dear, don’t worry about me.

MARSH.

It’s all very fine to say that. You’ve got no one in the world belonging
to you but me, and when--when our mother died, she said: “You’ll take
care of Norah, won’t you, Eddie?”

NORAH.

[_With a sob in her voice._] Oh, don’t, don’t.

MARSH.

Norah.

NORAH.

[_With an effort at self-possession._] We’ve never quarrelled since the
first day I came here. Here’s Reggie.

     [_She turns to him with relief._ HORNBY _is dressed in a blue serge
     suit and again looks like a well-groomed English gentleman_.]

NORAH.

[_Gaily._] I was wondering what on earth you were doing with yourself.

HORNBY.

[_Shaking hands with her._] I say, this is a very swell shack you’ve
got.

NORAH.

I’ve tried to make it look pretty and homelike.

     [MARSH _catches sight of the bowl of mustard flowers_.]

MARSH.

Hulloa, what’s this?

NORAH.

Aren’t they pretty? I’ve only just picked them. Mustard flowers.

MARSH.

We call it weed. Have you got much of it?

NORAH.

Oh yes, lots. Why?

MARSH.

Oh, nothing.

NORAH.

[_To_ HORNBY.] I hear you’re going home.

HORNBY.

Yes, I’m fed up with God’s own country. Nature never intended me to be
an agricultural labourer.

NORAH.

What are you going to do now?

HORNBY.

[_With immense conviction._] Loaf!

NORAH.

[_Amused._] Won’t you get bored?

HORNBY.

I’m never bored. It amuses me to look at other people do things. I
should hate my fellow creatures to be idle.

NORAH.

[_With a faint smile._] I should have thought one could do more with
life than lounge about clubs and play cards with people who don’t play
as well as oneself.

HORNBY.

I quite agree with you. I’ve been thinking things over very seriously
this winter. And I’m going to look out for a middle-aged widow with
money who’ll adopt me.

NORAH.

I remember that you have decided views about the White Man’s Burden.

HORNBY.

All I want is to get through life comfortably. I don’t mean to do a
stroke more work than I’m obliged to, and I’m going to have the very
best time I can get.

NORAH.

[_Smiling._] I’m sure you will.

HORNBY.

The moment I get back to London I’m going to stand myself a slap-up
dinner at the Ritz, then I shall go and see a musical comedy at the
Gaiety, and after that I’ll have a slap-up supper at Romano’s. England,
with all thy faults, I love thee well.

NORAH.

I suppose it’s being alone with the prairie all these months, things
which used to seem rather funny and clever--well, I see them quite
differently now.

HORNBY.

[_Coolly._] I’m afraid you don’t altogether approve of me.

NORAH.

[_Not disagreeably._] You haven’t got pluck.

HORNBY.

I don’t know about that. I expect I have as much as anyone else, only I
don’t make a fuss about it.

NORAH.

Oh, pluck to stand up and let yourself be shot at--I daresay. But pluck
to do the same monotonous thing day after day, plain, honest, hard
work--you haven’t got that. You’re a failure, and the worst of it is,
you’re not ashamed of it. It fills you with self-satisfaction.

HORNBY.

Rule Britannia, and what price the Union Jack?

NORAH.

[_With a laugh._] You’re incorrigible.

HORNBY.

I am.... I suppose there’s nothing you want me to take home. I shall be
going down to Tunbridge Wells to see mother. Got any messages?

NORAH.

I don’t know that I have. Eddie has just brought me a couple of letters.
I’ll have a look at them. [_She opens Miss Pringle’s letter, reads two
or three lines, and gives a cry._] Oh!

MARSH.

What’s the matter?

NORAH.

What does she mean? [_Reading._] “I’ve just heard from Mr. Wynne about
your good luck, and I have another piece of good news for you.” [_She
puts the letter down and quickly opens the solicitor’s. She takes out
of the envelope a letter and a cheque. She glances at it._] A
cheque--for five hundred pounds.... Oh, Eddie, listen. [_Reading._]
“Dear Miss Marsh,--I have had several interviews with Mr. Wickham in
relation to the late Miss Wickham’s estate, and I ventured to represent
to him that you had been very badly treated. Now that everything is
settled he wishes to send you the enclosed cheque as some recognition of
your devoted service to his late aunt....” Five hundred pounds!

MARSH.

That’s a very respectable sum.

HORNBY.

I could do with that myself.

NORAH.

I’ve never had so much money in all my life.

MARSH.

But what’s the other piece of good news that Miss Stick-in-the-mud talks
about?

NORAH.

Oh, I forgot. [_She takes Miss Pringle’s letter up again and begins to
read it._] “...Piece of good news for you. I write at once so that you
may make your plans accordingly. I told you in my last letter of my
sister-in-law’s sudden death, and now my brother is very anxious that I
should live with him. So I am leaving Mrs. Hubbard, and she wishes me to
say that if you care to have my place as her companion she will be very
pleased to have you. I have been with her for thirteen years, and she
has always treated me like an equal. She is very considerate, and there
is practically nothing to do but to exercise the dogs. The salary is
thirty-five pounds a year.”

MARSH.

Both letters are addressed to Miss Marsh. Don’t they know you’re
married?

NORAH.

No. I never told them.

HORNBY.

What a lark! You could go back to Tunbridge Wells, and none of the old
frumps would ever know you’d been married.

     [NORAH _gives a sudden start when he says this and stares at him
     with wide-open eyes. There is a moment’s pause._]

MARSH.

Just clear out for a minute, Reg. I want to speak to Norah.

HORNBY.

Right-o.

     [_He goes out._]

MARSH.

Norah, d’you want to clear out?

NORAH.

What on earth makes you think that?

MARSH.

You gave him such a look when he mentioned it.

NORAH.

I’m bewildered. Did Frank know anything about this?

MARSH.

My dear, how could he?

NORAH.

It’s so extraordinary. He was talking about my going away just now.

MARSH.

[_Quickly._] Why?

NORAH.

Oh!

     [_She realises that she has betrayed the secret inadvertently._]

MARSH.

Norah, for goodness’ sake tell me if there’s anything the matter. After
all, it’s now or never. You’re keeping back something from me. Aren’t
you getting on well together?

NORAH.

[_In a low voice._] Not very.

MARSH.

Why didn’t you let me know?

NORAH.

I was ashamed.

MARSH.

But you say he’s kind to you.

NORAH.

I’ve got nothing to reproach him with.

MARSH.

I felt that something was wrong. I knew you couldn’t be happy with him.
A girl like you and a hired man. The whole thing was horrible. Thank God
I’m here and you’ve got this chance.

NORAH.

What d’you mean?

MARSH.

You’re not fit for this life. You’ve got a chance to go back to England.
For God’s sake take it. In six months all you’ve gone through here will
seem nothing but a hideous dream. [_He is suddenly struck by the
expression of her face._] Norah, what’s the matter?

NORAH.

[_Tragically._] I don’t know.

     [HORNBY _comes in again_.]

HORNBY.

I say, here’s someone coming to see you.

NORAH.

Me? [_She goes to the door and looks out._] Oh, it’s Mrs. Sharp.
Whatever brings her here on foot? She never walks a step if she can help
it. She’s the wife of my neighbour.... Good-afternoon, Mrs. Sharp.

     [MRS. SHARP _enters. She is a middle-aged woman, red in the face,
     stout and rather short of breath. She wears an old sun-bonnet, a
     faded shirt-waist, none too clean, and a rather battered skirt._]

NORAH.

Come right in.

MRS. SHARP.

Good-afternoon to you, Mrs. Taylor. I’m all in a perspiration. I’ve not
walked so far in months.

NORAH.

This is my brother.

MRS. SHARP.

Your brother? Is that who it is?

NORAH.

[_Smiling._] It seems to surprise you.

MRS. SHARP.

I was so anxious, I couldn’t stay indoors. I went out to see if I could
catch sight of Sid, and I walked on and then I saw the rig what’s
outside, and it give me such a turn, I thought it was the inspector. I
just had to come. I was that nervous.

NORAH.

Is anything the matter?

MRS. SHARP.

You’re not going to tell me you don’t know about it? Why, Sid and Frank
haven’t been talking about anything else since Frank found it.

NORAH.

Found what?

MRS. SHARP.

The weed.

MARSH.

[_With a slight gesture towards the pudding bowl of flowers._] You have
got it, then?

MRS. SHARP.

It’s worse at Taylor’s. But we’ve got it too.

NORAH.

What does it mean?

MRS. SHARP.

We can’t make out who reported us. It isn’t as if we had any enemies.

MARSH.

Oh, there’s always someone to report you. No one’s going to take the
risk of letting it get on his own land.

MRS. SHARP.

[_Looking at the mustard blossom._] And she has them in the house as if
they were flowers.

NORAH.

Tell me what she means, Eddie.

MARSH.

My dear, these pretty little flowers which you’ve picked to make your
shack look bright and homelike--they may mean ruin.

NORAH.

Eddie!

MARSH.

You must have heard us talk about the weed. We farmers have three
enemies to fight--frost, hail, and weed.

MRS. SHARP.

We was hailed out last year. Lost our crop. We never got a dollar for
it. And if we lose it this year too--why, we may just as well quit.

MARSH.

When it gets into your crop you’ve got to report it, and if you don’t
one of the neighbours will. And then they send an inspector along, and
if he condemns it, why you just have to destroy the crop, and all your
year’s work is lost. You’re lucky if you’ve got a bit of money in the
bank and can go on till the next crop comes along.

MRS. SHARP.

We’ve only got a quarter section and five children. It’s not much money
you can save then.

MARSH.

Are they out with the inspector now?

MRS. SHARP.

Yes. He came out from Prentice this morning.

MARSH.

This is a bad job for Frank.

MRS. SHARP.

Oh, he hasn’t got the mouths to feed that we have. He can hire out
again. But what’s to become of us?

NORAH.

I wonder why he never told me.

MRS. SHARP.

I guess he’s in the habit of keeping his troubles to himself and you’ve
not taught him different yet.

     [NORAH _gives her a quick look, but seeing the woman is all on edge
     with nervousness does not answer_.]

MARSH.

You must hope for the best, Mrs. Sharp.

MRS. SHARP.

Sid says we’ve only got it in one place, but perhaps he’s only saying it
so I shouldn’t worry. You know what them inspectors are. They don’t lose
nothing by it. It don’t matter to them if you starve all the winter.

     [_She gives a sob and heavy tears roll down her cheeks._]

NORAH.

Oh don’t--don’t cry, Mrs. Sharp. After all, it may be all right.

MARSH.

They won’t condemn the crop unless it’s very bad. Too many people have
got their eyes on it. The machine agent, the loan company.

MRS. SHARP.

What with the hail that comes and hails you out and the frost that kills
your crop just when you’re beginning to count on it, and the weed--I
can’t bear it any more. If we lose this crop I won’t go on. I’ll make
Sid sell out and we’ll go home. We’ll take a little shop somewhere.
That’s what I wanted to do from the beginning, but Sid--he had his heart
set on farming.

NORAH.

You couldn’t go back now. You’d never be happy in a little shop. And if
you’d stayed in England you’d have been always at the beck and call of
somebody else. And you own the land. You couldn’t do that in England.
When you come out of your door and look at the growing wheat, aren’t you
proud to think it’s yours?

MRS. SHARP.

You don’t know what I’ve had to put up with. When the children came,
only once I had a doctor. The other times Sid was the only help I had. I
might have been an animal. I wish I’d never come to this country.

NORAH.

How can you say that! Your children are strong and healthy. Why, they’ll
be able to help you in the work soon. You’ve given them a chance that
they’d never have got at home.

MRS. SHARP.

Oh, it’s all very well for them. They’ll have it easy. I know that. But
we’ve had to pay for it, Sid and me.

NORAH.

You see, you were the first. It’s bitter work opening up a new country
and perhaps it’s others who reap the harvest. But I wonder if those who
start don’t get a reward that the later comers never dream of.

MARSH.

She’s right there, Mrs. Sharp. I shall never forget what I felt when I
saw my first crop spring up and thought that never since the world began
had wheat grown on that little bit of ground.... I wouldn’t go back to
England now for anything in the world. I couldn’t breathe.

MRS. SHARP.

You’re a man. You have the best of it and all the credit.

NORAH.

People don’t know. You mustn’t blame them. It’s only those who’ve lived
out on the prairie who know that the hardships of opening up a new
country fall on the women. But the men who are their husbands, they
know.

MARSH.

I guess they do, Mrs. Sharp.

     [NORAH, _on her knees beside her, strokes_ MRS. SHARP’S _hands_.
     MRS. SHARP _gives her a grateful smile_.]

MRS. SHARP.

Thank you for speaking kindly to me, my dear. I’m that nervous, I hardly
know what I’m saying.

NORAH.

Sid and Frank will be here in a minute, surely.

MRS. SHARP.

And you’re right, my dear, I couldn’t go back any more. If we lose our
crop, well, we must wait till next year. We shan’t starve. One’s got to
take the rough with the smooth, and take it all in all, it’s a good
country.

     [FRANK TAYLOR _comes in_.]

NORAH.

Frank.

MRS. SHARP.

[_Starting to her feet._] Where’s Sid?

TAYLOR.

Why he’s up at your place. Hulloa, Ed. I saw you coming along in the
rig. Morning, Reg. I wasn’t expecting to see you.

HORNBY.

Pleasant surprise for you.

MRS. SHARP.

What’s happened? Tell me what’s happened.

NORAH.

Mrs. Sharp came here because she was so anxious.

TAYLOR.

[_Cheerfully._] Oh, you’re all right.

MRS. SHARP.

[_With a gasp._] We are?

TAYLOR.

Sure. Only a few acres has got to go. That won’t hurt you.

MRS. SHARP.

Thank God for that. And it’s going to be the best crop we ever had. It’s
the finest country in the world.

TAYLOR.

You’d better be getting back. Sid’s taken the inspector up to give him
some dinner.

MRS. SHARP.

He hasn’t? That’s just like Sid. It’s a mercy there’s plenty. I’ll be
getting along right now.

NORAH.

Don’t walk. There’s Eddie’s rig. Reggie will drive you over.

MRS. SHARP.

Oh, thank you kindly. I’m not used to walking so much and I’m tired out.
Good-afternoon, Mrs. Taylor.

NORAH.

Good-bye. Reggie, you don’t mind driving Mrs. Sharp back? It’s only just
over a mile.

HORNBY.

Not a bit.

MARSH.

I’ll come and help you put the mare in.

     [MRS. SHARP _and_ HORNBY _go out_.]

MARSH.

I guess it’s a relief to you now you know, Frank.

TAYLOR.

Terrible.... I’d like to have a talk with you presently, Ed.

MARSH.

Right you are. [_He goes._]

NORAH.

I’m so thankful it’s all right. Poor thing, she was in such a state.

TAYLOR.

They’ve got five children to feed. I guess it makes a powerful lot of
difference to them.

NORAH.

I wish you’d told me before. I felt that something was worrying you and
I didn’t know what.

TAYLOR.

If I saved the crop there didn’t seem any use fussing, and if I didn’t
you’d know quite soon enough.

NORAH.

How could you bear to let me put the flowers here?

TAYLOR.

I guess I didn’t mind if it made you happy. You didn’t know they was
only a weed. You thought them darned pretty.

NORAH.

[_With a little smile._] It was very kind of you, Frank.

TAYLOR.

I guess it’s queer that a darned little flower like that should be able
to do so much damage.

NORAH.

Why didn’t you tell me you’d written to Eddie?

TAYLOR.

I guess I forgot.

NORAH.

Frank, Eddie brought me some letters from home to-day. I’ve had the
offer of a job in England.

     [FRANK _is just going to make an exclamation, but immediately
     controls himself and answers quite quietly_.]

TAYLOR.

Gee! I guess you’ll take that.

NORAH.

It’s funny that you should have been talking just now of my going away.

TAYLOR.

Very.

NORAH.

[_A little surprised at his manner._] Have you any objection?

TAYLOR.

I guess it wouldn’t make a powerful lot of difference to you if I had.

NORAH.

What makes you think that?

TAYLOR.

I guess you only stayed here because you had to.

     [_She goes over to the little window and looks out at the
     prairie._]

NORAH.

Is life always like that? The things you’ve wanted so dreadfully seem
only to bring you pain when they come. [_He gives her a quick look, but
does not answer, and she notices nothing._] Month after month I used to
sit looking at the prairie and sometimes I wanted to scream at the top
of my voice just to break the silence. I thought I should never escape.
The shack was like a prison. I was hemmed in by the snow and the cold
and the stillness.

TAYLOR.

Are you going to quit right now with Ed?

NORAH.

[_With a smile._] You seem in a great hurry to be rid of me.

TAYLOR.

I guess we ain’t made a great success of married life, my girl.... It’s
rum when you come to figure it out. I thought I could make you do
everything I wanted. It looked as if I held a straight flush. And you
beat me.

NORAH.

I?

TAYLOR.

Why, yes. Didn’t you know that?

NORAH.

I don’t know what you mean.

TAYLOR.

I guess I didn’t know how strong a woman could be. You was always givin’
way, you done everything I told you--and all the time you was keepin’
something from me that I couldn’t get at. Whenever I thought to put my
hand on you, I guess I found I’d only caught hold of a shadow.

NORAH.

I don’t know what more you wanted.

TAYLOR.

I guess I wanted love.

NORAH.

You?

     [_She looks at him with consternation. His words give her a queer
     little twist of the heart-strings._]

TAYLOR.

I know you now less than when you’d only been a week up at Ed’s. I’ve
lost the trail and I’m just floundering around in the bush.

NORAH.

[_In a low voice._] I never knew you wanted love.

TAYLOR.

I guess I didn’t either.

NORAH.

I suppose parting’s always rather painful.

TAYLOR.

If you go back to the Old Country, I guess--I guess you’ll never come
back.

NORAH.

[_Rather shyly._] Perhaps you’ll come over to England one of these days.
If you have a couple of good years you could easily shut the place up
and run over for the winter.

TAYLOR.

I guess that would be a dangerous experiment. You’ll be a lady in
England, and I guess I’d be just the hired man.

NORAH.

You’d be my husband.

TAYLOR.

I guess I wouldn’t risk it.

NORAH.

You’ll write to me now and then and tell me how you’re getting on, won’t
you?

TAYLOR.

Will you want to know?

NORAH.

[_Smiling._] Why, yes.

TAYLOR.

I’ll write and tell you if I’m making good. If I ain’t, I guess I shan’t
feel much like writing.

NORAH.

But you’ll make good, Frank. I know you well enough for that.

TAYLOR.

Do you?

NORAH.

I have learnt to respect you during these months we’ve lived together.
All sorts of qualities which I used to value seem very unimportant to me
now. You’ve taught me a great deal.

TAYLOR.

You’ll think of me sometimes, my girl, won’t you?

NORAH.

[_Smiling._] I don’t suppose I shall be able to prevent it.

TAYLOR.

I was an ignorant, uneducated man. I didn’t know how to treat you
properly. I wanted to make you happy and I didn’t seem to know just how
to do it.

NORAH.

You’ve never been unkind to me, Frank. You’ve been very patient with me.

TAYLOR.

I guess you’ll be happier away from me. I’ll be able to think that
you’re warm and comfortable at home and you’ve got plenty to eat.

NORAH.

D’you think that’s all I want?

     [_He gives her a rapid glance, and then setting his teeth looks
     away._]

TAYLOR.

I couldn’t expect you to stay on here, not when you got a chance of
going back to the Old Country. This life is all new to you. And you know
that one.

NORAH.

Oh, yes, I know it--I should think I did. [_As she pictures to herself
the daily round which awaits her, she is filled with a sort of mirthless
scorn, and this presently, as she speaks, is mixed with hatred and
dismay._] At eight o’clock every morning a maid will bring me tea and
hot water. And I shall get up, and I shall have breakfast, and I shall
interview the cook. I shall order luncheon and dinner. And I shall brush
the coats of Mrs. Hubbard’s poms and take them for a walk on the
common. All the paths on the common are asphalted so that elderly
gentlemen and lady’s companions shouldn’t get their feet wet.

TAYLOR.

Gee!

NORAH.

And then I shall come in and lunch, and after luncheon I shall go for a
drive, one day in this direction and one day in that. And then I shall
have tea, and then I shall go out again on the nice neat asphalt paths
to give the dogs another walk. And then I shall change my dress and come
down to dinner. And after dinner I shall play bezique with my employer,
and I must take care not to beat her because she doesn’t like being
beaten. And at ten o’clock I shall go to bed.... [_She pauses a
moment._] At eight o’clock next morning a maid will bring in my tea and
hot water, and the day will begin again. Every day will be just like
every other. And there are hundreds of women in England, strong and
capable, with blood in their veins, who would be eager to get the place
that’s offered to me. Almost a lady and thirty-five pounds a year.

     [TAYLOR _has been gazing at her steadily. What she means begins to
     dawn on him, but he restrains himself. He will not look at her
     now._]

TAYLOR.

I guess it’s a bit different from the life you’ve had here.

NORAH.

[_Turning to him._] And you will be clearing the scrub, cutting down
trees, ploughing the land, sowing and reaping. You will be fighting
every day, frost, hail, and weed; you will be fighting, but I know
you’ll be conquering in the end. Where was wilderness will be cultivated
land. And who knows what starving child may eat the bread that has been
made from the wheat that you grew. My life will be ineffectual and
useless, but you will have done something worth while.

TAYLOR.

Why, what’s the matter with you, Norah, Norah?

     [_He does not say the words to her, but rather to himself as though
     they were forced from him in agony of spirit._]

NORAH.

When I was talking to Mrs. Sharp just now I don’t know what I said, I
was just trying to comfort her because she was crying, and it seemed to
be someone else who was speaking, and I listened to myself. I thought I
hated the prairie through the long winter months, and yet somehow it has
caught hold of me. It was dreary and monotonous, and yet I can’t get it
out of my heart. There’s a beauty and a romance in it which fill my soul
with longing.

TAYLOR.

[_Quietly._] I guess we all hate the prairie sometimes, but when you’ve
once lived in it, it ain’t easy to live anywhere else.

NORAH.

I know the life now. It’s not adventurous and exciting. For men and
women it’s the same hard work from morning till night, and I know it’s
the women who bear the greater burden. The men go into the towns, they
have shooting now and then, and the different seasons bring them
different work. But for the women it’s always the same, cooking,
mending, washing, sweeping. And yet it’s all got a meaning. We, too,
have our part in opening up the country. We are its mothers and the
future is in us. We are building up the greatness of the nation. It
needs our courage and strength and hope, and because it needs them, they
come to us. Oh, Frank, I can’t go back to that petty, narrow life. What
have you done to me?

TAYLOR.

[_Hoarsely._] I guess if I asked you to stay now, you’d stay.

NORAH.

[_In a low voice._] You said you wanted my love. Don’t you know?... Love
has been growing in me slowly, month by month, and I wouldn’t see it. I
told myself I hated you. I was ashamed. It’s only to-day, when I had the
means of leaving you for ever, that I knew I couldn’t live without you.
I’m not ashamed any more. I love you.

TAYLOR.

I guess I loved you from the beginning, Norah.

NORAH.

Why d’you say it as if...? What’s the matter, Frank?

TAYLOR.

I guess you’ll have to take that job in England. I can’t ask you to stay
on.

NORAH.

Why?

TAYLOR.

The inspector’s condemned the crop. I’m bust.

NORAH.

Oh, why didn’t you tell me?

TAYLOR.

I guess I couldn’t. I made up my mind when I married you that I’d make
good. I couldn’t expect you to see that it was just bad luck. Anyone can
get the weed in his crop. But I guess a man oughtn’t to have bad luck.
The odds are that it’s his own fault if he has.

NORAH.

Now I understand about Eddie.

TAYLOR.

I wrote to him when I knew I’d been reported.

NORAH.

What are you going to do?

TAYLOR.

It’s all right for me. I can hire out. It’s you I was thinking of. I
felt pretty sure you wouldn’t go back to Ed’s. I didn’t fancy you taking
a position as lady help. I didn’t know what was to become of you, my
girl. And when you told me of the job in England, I thought I’d let you
go.

NORAH.

Without telling me you were in trouble?

TAYLOR.

Why, if I wasn’t smashed up, d’you think I’d let you go? By God, I
wouldn’t. I’d have kep’ you--by God, I’d have kep’ you.

NORAH.

Are you going to give the land up?

TAYLOR.

No, I guess I can’t do that. I’ve put too much work in it. And I’ve got
my back up now. I shall hire out for the summer and next winter I can
get work lumbering. The land’s my own now, and I’ll come back in time
for the ploughing next year.

NORAH.

Look.

TAYLOR.

What’s that?

     [_She hands him the cheque which she has received from Mr. Wynne._]

NORAH.

The nephew of the lady I was with has made me a present of it.
Twenty-five hundred dollars. You can lake the quarter section next to
this one and get all the machinery you want and some cows. It’s yours to
do what you like with. Now will you keep me?

TAYLOR.

Oh, my girl, how shall I ever be able to thank you!

NORAH.

Good heavens, I don’t want thanks. There’s nothing in the world so
wonderful as to be able to give to someone you love.... Give me a kiss
and try.

TAYLOR.

I guess it’s the first time you’ve asked me to do that.

NORAH.

Oh, I’m so happy.

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