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Dolly Reforming Herself

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Writers: Henry Arthur Jones

ACT ONE

³§³¦±ð²Ô±ð:ÌýDrawing-room atÌýHarry Telfer's,ÌýThe Gables, Crookbury Green, Surrey. A well-furnished room in a modern red brick country house. At the back, a little to the right, is a door leading into the hall. All along the right side is a glass partition, showing a conservatory which is entered by glass doors, one up stage, the other down. On the left side is a large fireplace. At the back, in the centre, is a handsome writing-desk with a shut down flap lid. Above the fireplace, facing the audience is a large sofa. To the right of sofa, and below it in the left centre of the room is a small table, and near to it an easy chair. Right centre down stage is a larger table.

°Õ¾±³¾±ð:ÌýThe afternoon ofÌý1²õ³ÙÌýJanuary, 1907.

Discover at writing-table, back to audience,ÌýDolly Telfer,Ìýa bright little woman about thirty, busied with bills and papers. Bending over her, back to audience, is her father,ÌýMatt Barron,Ìýa pleasant-looking, easy-going cynic of sixty.ÌýHarry Telfer,Ìý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â'²õÌýhusband, an ordinary good-natured, weakish, impulsive Englishman about thirty-five, is standing with his back to the fire. Sitting on sofa, reading a scientific book, isÌý±Ê°ù´Ç´Ú±ð²õ²õ´Ç°ù°Ú10±ÕÌý³§³Ù³Ü°ù²µ±ð²õ²õ,Ìýa hard, dry, narrow, fattish scientific man about forty-five. At the table, right, reading a French novel, isÌýRenie Sturgess,Ìýthe Professor's wife, a tall, dark, handsome woman about thirty.

Harry. No, I can't say that I pay very much attention to sermons as a rule, but Pilcher gave us a regular downright, no-mistake-about-it, rouser at the Watch-night Service last night.

Matt. [Turning round.] I wonder what precise difference this rousing sermon will make in the conduct of any person who heard it.

Harry. Well, it's going to make a lot of difference in my conduct. At least, I won't say a lot of difference, because I don't call myself a very bad sort of fellow, do you?

Matt. N-o---No------

Harry. At any rate I'm a thundering good husband, ain't I, Dolly? °Ú¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýtakes no notice.] And I've got no flagrant vices. But I've got a heap of---well a heap of selfish little habits, such as temper, and so on, and for the coming year I'm going to knock them all off.

Matt. That will be a score for Pilcher---that is, if you do knock them off.

Harry. Oh, I'm thoroughly resolved! I promised Dolly last night, didn't I, Dolly? °Ú¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýtakes no notice.] Dolly too! Dolly was awfully impressed by the sermon, weren't you, Dolly?

Matt. [Looking round atÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â'²õÌýback.] Dolly was awfully impressed?

Harry. Yes. Before we went to bed she gave me her word, that if I'd give her a little help, she'd pay off all her bills, and live within her allowance for the future, didn't you, Dolly?

Matt. Well, that will be another score for Pilcher---that is, if Dolly does live within her allowance.[11]

Harry.ÌýOh, Dolly means it this time, don't you Dolly?

Dolly.Ìý°ÚTurns round on her stool, bills in hand.] I think it's disgraceful!

Matt.Ìý°Â³ó²¹³Ù?

Dolly.ÌýThese tradespeople! [Comes down toÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.] I'm almost sure I've paid this bill once---if not twice. Then there's a mistake of thirty shillings in the addition---you're good at figures, Dad. Do add that up for me. My head is so muddled.

[Giving the bill toÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.

Harry.ÌýAren't you glad, Doll, that you made that resolution not to have any more bills?

Dolly.ÌýIt will be heavenly! To go about all day with the blessed thought that I don't owe a farthing to anybody. It's awful!

[Crunching a bill in her hand, and throwing it on to writing-table.

Harry.ÌýCheer up, little woman! You don't owe such a very alarming amount, do you?

Dolly.ÌýOh no! OhÌýno! And if you'll only help me as you promised------

Harry.ÌýWe'll go thoroughly into it by-and-by. In fact I did mean to give you a pleasant little Christmas surprise, and pay off all your debts.

Dolly.ÌýOh, you angel! But why didn't you do it?

Harry.ÌýI've done it so often! You remember the last time?

Dolly.Ìý°ÚMaking a wry face.] Yes, I remember the last time.

Harry.ÌýAnd here we are again!

Dolly.ÌýOh, don't talk like a clown!

Harry.ÌýBut, my dear Dolly, here we are again.

Dolly.ÌýWell, I haven't got the money sense! I simply haven't got it! I was born without it![12]

Matt.Ìý°ÚHands her the bill.] The addition is quite correct.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚTaking the bill.] You're sure? Then I'm convinced I've paid it! [Looking at bill.] Yes! Thirty-four, seven, six. Professor Sturgess------

Prof.Ìý°ÚLooks up from his book] Yes?

Dolly.ÌýYou understand all about psychology and the way our brains work.

Prof.ÌýI've given my entire life to their study, but I cannot claim that I understand them.

Dolly.ÌýBut wouldn't you say------

Prof.Ìý°Â³ó²¹³Ù?

Dolly.ÌýI'm morally certain I've paid this bill.

Matt.ÌýHave you got the receipt?

Dolly.Ìý±·´Ç! I must have mislaid it.

Matt.ÌýWhen, and where did you pay it?

Dolly.ÌýI cannot recall the exact circumstances. And now------

Matt.ÌýAnd now------?

Dolly.ÌýFulks and Garner have sent me a most impertinent note requesting immediate payment.

Prof.ÌýWhat is the particular brain process that you wish me to explain?

Dolly.ÌýHow do you account for my having the most vivid impression that I've paid it---so vivid that I cannot shake it off?

Prof.Ìý°Â±ð±ô±ô---²¹------

Matt.ÌýIsn't it an instance of that obscure operation of the feminine mind whereby the merest wish becomes an accomplished fact?

Dolly.ÌýMy dear Dad, I actually remember the exact amount:Ìý, seven, six. Thirty-four, seven, six. I shall never enter Fulks and Garnet's shop again!


EnterÌý°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ð. [Announces.] Captain Wentworth![13]

EnterÌýCaptain Lucas Wentworth,Ìýa good-looking smart young army man about thirty. He is in riding-clothes. ExitÌý°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ð.ÌýAtÌýCaptain Wentworth'sÌýentranceÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýshows keen interest, throws him a secret glance as he goes to shake hands withÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â.

Dolly.ÌýAh, Lu! What, over again! Happy New Year once more!

Lucas.ÌýSame to you. [Shaking hands.] Happy New Year, everybody! Good afternoon, Harry!

[Nodding toÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²â.

Harry.ÌýDitto, Lu.

Lucas.ÌýAh, Uncle Matt! Happy New Year!

[Shaking hands.

Matt.ÌýHappy New Year, Lucas!

Lucas.ÌýGood afternoon, Mrs. Sturgess.

[Shaking hands withÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð.

Renie.ÌýGood afternoon.

Lucas.ÌýNone the worse for your outing last night, I hope?

Renie.ÌýOh no, I'm sure Mr. Pilcher's sermon ought to make us all very much better.

Dolly.ÌýMay I introduce you to Professor Sturgess---my cousin Captain Wentworth.

Lucas.ÌýHow d'ye do?

Prof.ÌýHow d'ye do?

Matt.ÌýSo you came over to the Watch-night Service, I hear?

Lucas.Ìý³Û±ð²õ! I'd nothing much better to do, and Dolly was cracking up this new parson of yours, so I thought I'd jog over and sample him.

Matt.ÌýA dozen miles over here at midnight; an hour's service in a cold church; and a dozen miles back to Aldershot, in the sleet and snow. I hope the sermon thoroughly braced you up![14]

Lucas.ÌýIt did. It made me feel just as good as I knew how to be.

Matt.ÌýHere's another score for Pilcher!

Dolly.ÌýDad, I think it's shocking bad taste of you to keep on sneering at Mr. Pilcher!

Matt.ÌýI'm not sneering. I'm only curious to follow up this wonderful sermon, and trace its results on all of you.

Dolly.ÌýWell, you can see its results. [³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýhas got near toÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð,Ìýstands with his back to her, takes out a letter from his coat-tail pocket, holds it out for her to take. She takes it, pops it in her novel, and goes on reading. He moves away from her.] Take only our own family. Harry and I both have turned over a new leaf. Renie, you said Mr. Pilcher had set you thinking deeply------

Renie.ÌýYes, dear, very deeply.

Dolly.ÌýLu, you said the sermon had done you a lot of good.

Lucas.ÌýHeaps! I won't say I'm going to set up for a saint straight off, because---well---I'm not so sure I could bring it off, even if I tried------

Matt.ÌýThat's what holds me back, my wretched nervous fear that I shouldn't bring it off. Still, in justice to Pilcher, I hope you're not going to let his sermon be wasted.

Lucas.ÌýOh, no! My first spare five minutes I'm going to brisk about, and do a bit of New Year's tidying up.

[He is standing overÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð,Ìýwho has opened his letter in her novel; he again exchanges a secret look of understanding with her, and makes a sign to her to go into the conservatory.

EnterÌý°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ð.

Criddle.Ìý°ÚAnnouncing.] Mr. Pilcher![15]

Enter theÌýReverend James Pilcher,Ìýa big, strong, bright, genial, manly, hearty English parson about forty. ExitÌý°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ð.

Dolly.ÌýHow d'ye do? [Shaking hands.

Pilcher.ÌýHow d'ye do? Happy New Year, once more! Happy New Year, Mr. Barron!

Matt.Ìý°ÚShaking hands.] A happy New Year.

Pilcher.ÌýHow do again, Telfer?

Harry.ÌýHow are you?

Pilcher.ÌýGood morning, Mrs. Sturgess.

Renie.ÌýGood morning.

[AtÌý±Ê¾±±ô³¦³ó±ð°ù'²õÌýentrance she has hidden her French novel behind her in the chair. In shaking hands withÌý±Ê¾±±ô³¦³ó±ð°ùÌýit drops on to the floor andÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õ'²õÌýletter drops out.Ìý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýgoes to pick it up,ÌýMr. PilcherÌýis before him, picks up the novel and letter and hands them toÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð.ÌýIn taking them she shows some confusion.

Pilcher.Ìý°ÚGenially.] Improving the New Year by getting a thorough knowledge of Parisian life and manners, I see.

Renie.Ìý°ÚConfused.] No!---I had begun the book a week ago and so I thought---a---I'd better finish it.

Lucas.ÌýGood morning, Mr. Pilcher.

Pilcher.Ìý°ÚShaking hands.] Good morning.

Lucas.ÌýRattling good sermon you gave us last night.

Pilcher.ÌýI'm glad you thought it worth coming so far to hear.

Lucas.ÌýNot at all. Jolly well worth coming for, eh, Mrs. Sturgess?

[With a sly little look and shake of the head atÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð.

Renie.ÌýI thoroughly enjoyed it![16]

Pilcher.Ìý°ÚA little surprised.] Enjoyed it! Now I meant to make you all very uncomfortable!

Dolly.ÌýOh, you gave us a good shaking up, and we deserved it! I don't think you've met Professor Sturgess?

Pilcher.Ìý°ÚAdvancing toÌýProfessor.] No, but I've read his book, "Man, the Automaton."

Prof.Ìý°ÚBowing.] Not with disapproval, I trust?

Pilcher.Ìý°ÚShaking hands very cordially.] With the most profound disapproval, with boundless, uncompromising dissent and antagonism!

Prof.ÌýI'm sorry!

Pilcher.ÌýWhy, you deny that man has any vestige of free will.

Prof.Ìý°ä±ð°ù³Ù²¹¾±²Ô±ô²â. The longer I live, the more I'm convinced that free will is a purely subjective illusion.

Dolly.ÌýDo you mean that when I will to do a certain thing I can't do it? Oh, that's absurd. For instance, I will to go and touch that chair! [She goes and touches it.] There! [Triumphantly.] I've done it! That shows I've got free will. [TheÌý±Ê°ù´Ç´Ú±ð²õ²õ´Ç°ùÌýshakes his head.] Well, then how did I do it?

Prof.ÌýI affirm that your willing to touch that chair or not to touch it, your actual touching it, or not touching it; your possession or non-possession of a criminal impulse------

Dolly.ÌýI haven't any criminal impulses------

Prof.Ìý°ÚShakes his head and goes on.] Your yielding to that criminal impulse or your not yielding to it---all these states of consciousness are entirely dependent upon the condition, quantity and arrangement of certain atoms in the gray matter of your brain. You think, you will, you act according as that gray matter works. You did not cause or make that condition of the atoms of your gray matter, therefore you are not responsible for thinking or acting in this[17]Ìýway or that, seeing that your thoughts, and your actions, and that direction of your impulses which you call your will, are all precisely determined and regulated by the condition and arrangement of these minute atoms of your gray matter!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚHas at first listened with great attention, but has grown bewildered as theÌý±Ê°ù´Ç´Ú±ð²õ²õ´Ç°ùÌýgoes on.] I don't care anything about my gray matter! I've quite made up my mind I won't have any more bills!

Pilcher.Ìý°ÚTurning toÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð.] Does Mrs. Sturgess agree with the Professor's doctrine?

Renie.ÌýNo, indeed! To say that we're mere machines---it's horrid.

Prof.ÌýThe question is not whether it's horrid, but whether it's true.

Pilcher.ÌýWhat do you think, Mr. Barron?

Matt.ÌýIt's a very nutty and knotty problem. I'm watching to see Dolly and Harry solve it!

Dolly.ÌýSee us solve it! How?

Matt.ÌýYou and Harry heard a most thrilling, soul-stirring sermon last night.

Pilcher.ÌýYou had good hearsay accounts of my sermon?

Matt.ÌýExcellent! I should have heard it myself, but I've reached an age when it would be dangerous to give up any of my old and cherished bad habits. So in place of going to church and selfishly reforming myself, I shall have to be content with watching Dolly and Harry reform themselves.

Dolly.ÌýDon't take any notice of him, Mr. Pilcher, he's the most cynical, hardened reprobate! I have to blush for him a hundred times a day.

°Ú¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýstrolls casually into conservatory by lower door.Ìý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýcasually follows her.

Matt.ÌýAnd in order to settle once and for all this vexed question of free will and moral responsibility,[18]ÌýI'll bet you, Harry, a simple fiver, and I'll bet you Dolly, a new Parisian hat, and half a dozen pairs of gloves that you won't live up to your good resolutions, and that on next New Year's Day you'll neither of you be one ha'penny the better for all the wise counsels Mr. Pilcher gave you last night.

Harry.ÌýA fiver! Done!

Dolly.ÌýI'll take you, too! In fact, I'll double it; two new Parisian hats, and a dozen pairs of gloves!

Matt.ÌýDone, my dear!

Pilcher.ÌýI hope I sha'n't be accused of talking shop if I venture to recall that betting was one of the bad habits I especially warned my congregation against, last night!

Harry.ÌýBy Jove, yes---I'd forgotten all about that! Of course, if you wish us to cry off------

Pilcher.ÌýWell, not exactly. I might perhaps suggest an alternative plan which was tried with great success in my late parish------

Dolly.ÌýWhat was that?

Pilcher.ÌýA very capital good fellow---an auctioneer and land surveyor, my churchwarden in fact, by name Jobling---found that in spite of constant good resolutions, certain small vices were gradually creeping upon him. There was an occasional outburst of temper to his clerks, an occasional half glass too much; and on one lamentable market day, he actually discovered himself using bad language to Mrs. Jobling------

Dolly.Ìý°ÚLooking atÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²â.] Oh! Ah!

Matt.ÌýJobling's gray matter can't have been in good working order.

Pilcher.ÌýWe corrected that! We got his gray matter under control.

Dolly.Ìý±á´Ç·É?

Pilcher.ÌýMy Christmas Blanket Club happened to be on the road to bankruptcy. By the way, our[19]ÌýBlanket Club here is in low water. Well, I gave Jobling a small box with a hole at the top sufficiently large to admit half a crown. And I suggested that whenever he was betrayed into one of these little slips, he should fine himself for the benefit of my Blanket Club------

Harry.ÌýGood business! Dolly, where's that collecting-box they sent us from the Hospital for Incurables?

Dolly.ÌýIn the cupboard in the next room.

Harry.ÌýRight-o! No time like the present! [Exit.]

Matt.ÌýAnd how did you get out of this dilemma?

Pilcher.Ìý¶Ù¾±±ô±ð³¾³¾²¹?

Matt.ÌýDid your Blanket Club remain in bankruptcy, or what must have been an even more distressing alternative to you, did Jobling continue to use bad language to his wife?

Pilcher.ÌýWe struck a happy medium. My Blanket Club balance was considerably augmented, and Jobling's behaviour considerably improved under the stress of the fines.

Re-enterÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²âÌýwith an old, dusty collecting-box on which is printed in large letters, "County Hospital for Incurables."

Harry.Ìý°ÚPlacing the box on the table.] There! My name's Jobling for the present! By Jove! that was a very neat idea of yours.

Pilcher.ÌýAh, by the way, I didn't give you Jobling's tariff------

Harry.Ìý°Õ²¹°ù¾±´Ú´Ú?

Pilcher.ÌýJobling's tariff for a mild little profanity like "By Jove," was a mere sixpence.

Harry.ÌýOh! [Feels in his pocket.

Pilcher.ÌýOf course you needn't adopt Jobling's scale.

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Harry.ÌýOh yes! I'll toe the mark! [Takes six pence out of his pocket and puts it in his box.] I'm determined I'll cure myself of all these bad little tricks------

Matt.Ìý°ÚToÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â,Ìýpointing to the money-box.] Are you going to contribute?

Dolly.Ìý°ÚSnappishly.] Perhaps, when I've paid off my bills.

Matt.Ìý°ÚToÌýPilcher.] Will you kindly let my daughter have your lowest tariff for ladies?

Dolly.ÌýOh, please don't be in such a hurry. What about your own contribution? Mr. Pilcher, I hope you don't intend to let my father escape.

Pilcher.ÌýI understood Mr. Barron was prepared to risk a five-pound note that you and Mr. Telfer will not carry your New Year resolutions into practice?

Matt.ÌýWith the almost certain chance of drawing a five-pound note from Harry and a new hat from Dolly.

Pilcher.ÌýI'm afraid I can't hold out those inducements. But I can offer you the very pleasing alternatives of chuckling over your daughter's and Mr. Telfer's lapses, or of contributing five pounds to an excellent charity!

Matt.ÌýH'm! Well I'll do my best to oblige you, Mr. Pilcher! Let me see!

[Looking round, his eye falls onÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýandÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýwho, at the beginning of the above conversation have gone into conservatory at lower door, and now come out again at upper door. She has a hot-house flower in her hand, and they are eagerly absorbed in their conversation. TheÌý±Ê°ù´Ç´Ú±ð²õ²õ´Ç°ùÌýtalking toÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²âÌýand not noticing.

Renie.Ìý°ÚBecoming aware thatÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýis watching them.] Yes, that arrangement of the stamens is quite unusual. It's what the gardener calls a "sport"---[21]---

Lucas.Ìý°ÚExamining the flower.] Jolly good sport, too!

Matt.ÌýI'm not sure that we haven't even better sport here------

Renie.Ìý°ÚComing to him.] Sport? What sport? Can we join?

Matt.ÌýThat's just what I was going to propose. There are four of you here, who heard Mr. Pilcher's excellent discourse last night. And you are all determined to turn over a new leaf this year. Isn't that so?

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ!

Harry.ÌýI know I am.

Matt.ÌýMrs. Sturgess?

Renie.ÌýYes, indeed!

Matt.ÌýLucas, you?

Lucas.ÌýYes, Uncle.

Matt.ÌýOn the first of January next, I am prepared to put a sovereign in that money-box for every one of you who can honestly declare that he has broken himself or herself of his bad habits during the year.

Lucas.ÌýI say, not all our bad habits?

Matt.ÌýH'm. I don't wish to be exacting---I've no doubt each ofÌýÌýhas his own little failing or weakness. Well, come to me and say on your honour that you've conquered this or that pet special weakness---and in goes my sovereign.

Lucas.ÌýYou don't really mean it?

Matt.ÌýIndeed I do. I hope you won't stand out and---spoil sport, eh?

Lucas.ÌýOh, I don't mind coming in---just for the lark of the thing.

Matt.ÌýThen you all agree?

Dolly.ÌýOh yes.

Harry.Ìý°ä±ð°ù³Ù²¹¾±²Ô±ô²â.

Matt.ÌýMrs. Sturgess?[22]

Renie.ÌýWe don't know where we may be next Christmas.

Dolly.ÌýYou'll be here with us. I invite you on the spot. You accept?

Renie.ÌýYes, delighted, if my husband------

Prof.ÌýVery pleased.

Matt.ÌýWell, Mr. Pilcher, I think I've made your Blanket Club a very handsome offer.

Pilcher.ÌýVery handsome. [Taking out watch.] I hope our friends will cordially respond, for the sake of my Blanket Club.

Dolly.ÌýYou'll stay for a cup of tea?

Pilcher.ÌýI've heaps of New Year's calls to make. I'm afraid I must be going; good afternoon, Professor!

Prof.ÌýGood afternoon.

Pilcher.ÌýGood afternoon, Telfer.

Harry.ÌýGood afternoon.

Pilcher.ÌýGood-bye, Mrs. Sturgess.

Renie.Ìý³Ò´Ç´Ç»å-²ú²â±ð. So many thanks for your eloquent sermon.

[Shaking hands.

Pitcher.ÌýNow, was I eloquent? I suppose I was, since I've produced such an invigorating New Year atmosphere.

°Ú¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýmoves her French novel.

Matt.ÌýAnd brought Lucas over from Aldershot in the snow!

Lucas.Ìý¸é²¹³Ù³ó±ð°ù! I shall come again next year.

[Shaking hands.

Pilcher.ÌýDo. And then we shall be able to estimate the effect of my eloquence.

Matt.Ìý°ÚTapping the money-box.] We shall!

Pilcher.ÌýGood-bye, Mrs. Telfer.

Dolly.Ìý³Ò´Ç´Ç»å-²ú²â±ð. [Rings bell.

Pilcher.ÌýGood-bye, Mr. Barron.

Matt.Ìý³Ò´Ç´Ç»å-²ú²â±ð.°Ú23±Õ

Pilcher.ÌýYou might be inclined to risk a sovereign on yourself for the Blanket Club?

Matt.ÌýI daren't. I can't trust my gray matter---I should make a dreadful fiasco.

°Ú°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ðÌýappears at door.

Pilcher.ÌýMrs. Telfer, I leave him in your hands.

[ExitÌý±Ê¾±±ô³¦³ó±ð°ù.Ìý°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ðÌýcloses the door after him.

Matt.ÌýDolly, I don't mind having that new Parisian hat on with you.

Dolly.ÌýDone! I don't mind how much I punish you.

Prof.Ìý°ÚTaking out his watch.] Half past three, my dear.

Renie.ÌýI don't think I'll go out this afternoon.

Prof.ÌýOh, you'd better take your little constitutional. You missed it yesterday. I'm sure your restlessness is due to your not taking regular exercise.

Renie.ÌýWhich way are you going? [Yawning.

Prof.ÌýMy usual round, up to the White House and back by the fish-pond.

Renie.ÌýPerhaps I'll join you at the fish-pond.

Prof.Ìý°ÚToÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.] Nothing like living by rule and measure.

Matt.ÌýI shouldn't wonder. I've never tried it.

Prof.ÌýI ascribe my constant good health and contentment to my unvarying routine of work and diet and exercise. [Exit.

Matt.ÌýThen where do my constant good health and contentment come from?

Lucas.ÌýDolly, I left my evening kit here. Could you put me up for the night?

Dolly.ÌýDelighted! You'll make up our rubber.

Lucas.Ìý¸é¾±²µ³ó³Ù!

Matt.ÌýNot going to ride back to Aldershot again to-night?

Lucas.ÌýNot to-night, thank you.[24]

Matt.ÌýJust a shade too bracing, eh?

Lucas.ÌýJust a shade! Dolly, I haven't seen your new fish-pond. Is anybody going to meet the Professor?

[Glancing atÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð.

Matt.ÌýI am. [Linking his arm inÌýLucas's.] We'll get into an unvarying routine of exercise for the next hour. Come along!

[TakesÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýoff as he is exchanging a look withÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð.Ìý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýmakes to follow them, stops at door, turns back a little, stops, takes outÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õ'²õÌýletter from her French novel, goes to fire and reads it. Meanwhile the following scene takes place betweenÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýandÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²â.

Harry.Ìý°ÚToÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â.] Now, Dolly, we can go through your bills.

[Going to her writing-desk.

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ. Hadn't I better sort them out first?

Harry.Ìý°ÚTaking up bills.] Oh, I'll help you sort them out------

Dolly.ÌýTake care! You'll muddle all my papers. [Taking bills out of his hands, and closing down the writing-desk.] I want to have a little talk with Renie---you'd better join them at the fish-pond.

Harry.ÌýWell, so long as you do get them sorted, and squared up. What about after tea?

Dolly.ÌýAll right. After tea.

Harry.ÌýAfter tea. We'll have a nice cosy half-hour, all to ourselves, and sweep them all out of our minds.

[With a gesture.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚNods cheerfully.] Yes, a nice cosy half-hour and sweep them all out of our minds. [With his gesture. ExitÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²âÌýbriskly. She repeats his gesture.]Ìý°Ú25]Sweep them all out of our minds. [Opening desk and regarding bills with dismay.] Oh, don't I wish I could! Oh, Renie!

°Ú¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýis busy with her letter at the fire.

Renie.Ìý°ÚPuts letter into pocket.] What is it?

Dolly.Ìý°ÚHas taken up one or two bills.] These bills! These awful bills! These vampires!

Renie.ÌýYes, dear! I suppose it's rather dreadful, but it must be sweet to have a dear, kind husband who'll pay them all off.

Dolly.ÌýHarry? He made a dreadful fuss last time. And then I didn't show him all.

Renie.ÌýWell, dear, after all, it's only bills------

Dolly.ÌýOnly bills! Only? Well, I'm going to show him every one this time. And what a lesson it shall be to me! That's why I'm so grateful to Mr. Pilcher.

Renie.Ìý°Â³ó²â?

Dolly.ÌýYesterday afternoon I thought I'd screw up my courage to go through the bills just to see where I was. My dear, I was paralysed! I had the most appalling time! Well, Mr. Pilcher's sermon came just in the nick of time. I thought "what an idiot I must be to endure all this misery just for want of a little resolution."

Renie.ÌýMr. Pilcher's sermon came just in the nick of time for me too.

Dolly.ÌýDid it?

Renie.ÌýI had an awful afternoon yesterday!

Dolly.ÌýYou?! You haven't any bills?

Renie.Ìý±·´Ç! [Sighs.] I almost wish I had.

Dolly.ÌýWish you had?!

Renie.ÌýI almost envy you the delicious experience of having to confess------

Dolly.ÌýYes dear, you always were fond of scenes, but I'm not!

Renie.ÌýAnd then the heavenly feeling of being forgiven, and taken in the arms of the man you love![26]

Dolly.ÌýYes, that part of it is all right. It's what comes before------

[With a little shudder.

Renie.ÌýAfter all, your husband isn't a machine. He is a human being!

Dolly.ÌýOh, Harry's a perfect dear in most things, but he has got a temper!

Renie.ÌýMy husband never even swears at me! Oh, Dolly, you are lucky!

Dolly.Ìý±á³Ü³¾!

Renie.ÌýOh, Dolly------ [Sighs and goes away.

Dolly.ÌýIs anything the matter?

Renie.ÌýNo dear. Nothing, except---oh, life is so hard! so hard!

Dolly.ÌýRenie, if you're in trouble------

Renie.ÌýThank you, dear. I knew you'd help me.

Dolly.ÌýYes, so long as it isn't money. And even then I'd help you, only I can't.

Renie.ÌýIt isn't money.

Dolly.ÌýThen what is it?

Renie.Ìý°ÚLooking atÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýcuriously.] I wonder if you would understand.

Dolly.ÌýI'll do my best.

Renie.ÌýIt's such a strange story. [Moving away,Ìý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýmakes a little dubious grimace behind her back.Ìý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýsuddenly comes up toÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌývery effusively.] Dolly, I will trust you. You know I thoroughly admire and honour my husband.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚA little startled.] Ye-es.

Renie.ÌýYou know that nothing could ever induce me to wrong him for a moment?

Dolly.Ìý±·´Ç------

Renie.ÌýNothing could be further from my thoughts.

Dolly.ÌýNo---but is there anybody---Renie, who is it?

Renie.ÌýGive me your sacred promise you'll never breathe a word to any living soul?[27]

Dolly.ÌýNot a word---who is it?

Renie.ÌýNot even to your husband?

Dolly.ÌýNot even to my husband.

Renie.ÌýNor to him?

Dolly.ÌýHim? No, of course not. Who is it?

Renie.ÌýWell, dear, you know what my life has been. Few women have met with so little real sympathy as I. Few women have suffered------

Dolly.ÌýNo, dear. Who is it? Do I know him?

Renie.ÌýYour cousin Lucas has a deep and sincere admiration for me.

Dolly.ÌýLu!? Lu!? Of course! I might have known he'd never ride a dozen miles in the snow for a sermon! It's disgraceful of him!

Renie.ÌýNo, dear, he's not to blame. We are neither of us to blame.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚContemptuously.] Oh! Why you haven't known him a month, have you?

Renie.ÌýI met him for the first time in this room three weeks ago last Thursday afternoon.

Dolly.ÌýIt's a great pity the Professor didn't come down with you.

Renie.ÌýThat would have made no difference. It had to be!

Dolly.ÌýWhat had to be? Renie, how far has this gone? You've been meeting him alone------

Renie.ÌýOnce or twice.

Dolly.ÌýYou've slipped away every afternoon this week.

Renie.ÌýHowever often I may have met him, he has offered me nothing but the most chivalrous attention. He has always respected me------

Dolly.ÌýWell then, he mustn't respect you any more. It must be stopped.

Renie.ÌýDolly, I didn't expect you to take up this attitude.[28]

Dolly.ÌýYou don't suppose I'm going to have this sort of thing in my own house, do you?

Renie.ÌýWhat sort of thing?

Dolly.ÌýDo you remember the awful row I got into at school when your boy's love letter was discovered in the Banbury cakes you'd persuaded me to take in for you?

Renie.ÌýBut you received Banbury cakes of your own!

Dolly.ÌýNot since I've been married. Of course before your marriage your outrageous flirting didn't much matter------

Renie.ÌýOutrageous flirting?---If I seemed to flirt------

Dolly.Ìý³§±ð±ð³¾±ð»å?!

Renie.ÌýIt was only in the vain hope of meeting with one who could offer me the perfect homage that I have always felt would one day be mine.

Dolly.ÌýWell, he mustn't offer it here! I shall tell him so very plainly. He'd better not stay to dinner.

Renie.ÌýThere is no reason Captain Wentworth should not stay to dinner. He has given me the one absolutely blameless unselfish devotion of his life. I've accepted it on that distinct understanding. I've trusted you with my secret, a secret honourable alike to Captain Wentworth and myself. You've promised not to breathe a word to any living soul. You surely don't mean to break your word?

Dolly.ÌýI don't mean to stand the racket of your Banbury cakes.

Renie.ÌýI didn't expect you to be so unsympathetic. You promised to help me!

Dolly.ÌýHelp you! How did you expect me to help you?

Renie.ÌýMy husband has to go to Edinburgh next week to give a course of lectures there.[29]

Dolly.Ìý°Â±ð±ô±ô?

Renie.ÌýHe wants me to go with him. Dearest, it would be perfectly sweet of you to ask me to stay on another fortnight here.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚMakes a little movement of indignant surprise.] I see!

Renie.ÌýThere could be no possible harm in it now that you know our attachment is quite innocent and that you can look after me every moment. Dearest, you might oblige me in a tiny little matter like this.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚAfter a pause.] I'll think it over------

Renie.ÌýThank you so much.

Dolly.ÌýRenie, you said Mr. Pilcher's sermon came just in the nick of time------

Renie.ÌýSo it did.

Dolly.ÌýYou don't call this the "nick of time"?!

Renie.ÌýYes, indeed. I went to church in a perfect fever. I didn't know what to do. Well, as I listened to Mr. Pilcher everything became quite clear to me. I resolved I would accept Captain Wentworth's pure unselfish devotion and make it a lever to raise all my ideals and aspirations!

Dolly.ÌýBut there wasn't anything in Mr. Pilcher's sermon about------

Renie.ÌýOh yes, there was a lot about ideals and aspirations.

Dolly.ÌýYes, but not the sort of aspirations you have for Lucas. I suppose you know he makes love to every woman he comes across?

Renie.ÌýHe told me he had been led into one or two unworthy attachments.

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ! That's quite right. So he has! One or two!

Renie.ÌýThat was before he met me.

Dolly.ÌýYes, and this will be before he meets the next lady.[30]

Renie.Ìý°ÚLooks atÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýseverely.] My dear Dolly, with your light frivolous nature it is impossible for you to understand a pure and exalted attachment like ours. Listen! [Taking out a letter.] This will show you his fine nature, his fine feelings---"From the first moment I saw you------"

²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýenters.

Renie.Ìý°ÚPutting letter in pocket.] Well, have you had aÌýÌý·É²¹±ô°ì?

Matt.ÌýVery pleasant---and instructive. The Professor asked me to remind you that he's waiting for you at the fish-pond.

Renie.ÌýI'd better go. I shall get a little lecture all to myself if I don't. [Going off, toÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â.] Thank you, dear, so much for your kind invitation to stay on!

Dolly.ÌýDon't mention it!

Renie.ÌýI shall try to manage it. [Exit.

Dolly.ÌýYes, I'm sure you will.

Matt.ÌýMrs. Sturgess going to stay on?

Dolly.ÌýShe wants me to invite her. But I won't if I can help it. [Goes to him suddenly.] Dad!

Matt.Ìý°Â±ð±ô±ô?

Dolly.ÌýThat wretched Lucas!

Matt.ÌýWhat about him?

Dolly.ÌýNo, I've promised her not to breathe a word. So you must guess. [Pause.] Have you guessed?

Matt.Ìý°ÚAfter a pause.] Yes. Well, I---[Begins to chuckle.] So Lucas is up to his old games!

Dolly.ÌýMy own guest! Under my own roof! It's too horrid of him.

Matt.Ìý°ÚChuckling.] It is! It's too bad! The rascal.

Dolly.ÌýOh, it's more than half her fault! It's just like her!

[²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýsuddenly bursts from a chuckle into a roar.

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Dolly.ÌýWhat are you laughing at?

Matt.ÌýI've just left------ [Chuckling.] I've just left the Professor down at the fish-pond explaining to Lucas all about his gray matter, and------ [Roars.

Dolly.ÌýI don't see anything to laugh at.

Matt.ÌýTwelve miles in the snow------ I say, Doll, we're making a splendid start for the New Year! [Laughing.

Dolly.Ìý¶Ù²¹»å! Will you please leave off? [Shaking his shoulder.] Will you be serious?

Matt.ÌýYes, my dear!! [Pulling himself together and straightening his features.] Yes, I will. After all, it's a serious matter.

Dolly.ÌýIt's very serious for me, in a neighbourhood like this!

Matt.ÌýIt's serious for me, as I was Lucas's guardian. And it's serious for him. If he goes and plays the fool, it may spoil his career---the young ass!

Dolly.ÌýVery well, then, will you please treat it seriously and set to work and help me?

Matt.ÌýHow far have matters gone?

Dolly.ÌýOh, there's no real harm done at present.

Matt.ÌýHow do you know?

Dolly.ÌýOh, Lucas is writing her silly letters and she's talking about his pure and exalted devotion, and making it a lever to raise all her ideals and aspirations.

Matt.Ìý°ÚShakes his head.] That looks bad! That looks very dangerous for her.

Dolly.ÌýOh, no; she knows how to take care of herself. But it's dangerous for me!

Matt.ÌýHow, dangerous for you?!

Dolly.ÌýIf there's the least bit of scandal she'll contrive to drag me into it! I know her so well.

Matt.Ìý°ÚWalking about, cogitating.] Yes, and we mustn't let Lucas make a mess of it.

Dolly.ÌýWhat can we do?[32]

Matt.ÌýWhen I was over at Aldershot last week Sir John said something about giving Lucas an A. D. C. in India. I'll drive over to-morrow and ask Sir John to pack Lucas out of the country for a year or two!

Dolly.ÌýThat's a good idea. But it may take some time?

Matt.ÌýA week or so, perhaps more.

Dolly.ÌýBut if they find out they're going to be parted, it is just this next week when there will be all the danger.

Matt.ÌýThat's true.

Dolly.ÌýThey ought to be parted to-night.

Matt.ÌýThey ought! They ought! Not a doubt about it! Not a shadow of doubt! They ought to be parted to-night!

Dolly.Ìý¶Ù²¹»å! I believe I can frighten Renie out of it.

Matt.ÌýFrighten her?

Dolly.ÌýI'll try! And you must take Lucas in hand------

Matt.ÌýH'm! Isn't Harry the right person------?

Dolly.ÌýNo, I sha'n't tell Harry. Harry would only get into a temper and muddle it. No, you must get Lucas to take himself off.

Matt.ÌýTake himself off!

Dolly.ÌýI won't have him here. You can tell him so. Be very severe with him.

Matt.Ìý°ÚDubious.] H'm!

Dolly.ÌýTake a very high tone.

Matt.ÌýI'm not sure that taking a high tone is quite in my line.

Dolly.ÌýThen please try it. Dad, you do realize how very serious this is, don't you?

Matt.ÌýYes, of course. Very well, I'll tackle Lucas. We'll see what a high tone will do with him. Heigho! Sad! Sad!! Sad!!!---Sad! Sad!! Sad!!![33]

Dolly.Ìý±á³Ü²õ³ó!

³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýandÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²âÌýenter.Ìý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýlooks round forÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð.Ìý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýandÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýtalk in whispers as if settling a plan.Ìý±á²¹°ù°ù²âÌýgoes up to the collecting-box, takes out his knife and begins to scrape off the label.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚIn a very severe tone toÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õ,Ìýwho is peeping into conservatory.] Are you looking for anything?

Lucas.ÌýI was wondering whether there was any tea going.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚSame severe tone.] The tea is not in the conservatory.

Lucas.ÌýNo, but I thought it might be getting on to theÌý

Dolly.Ìý°ÚSame tone.] The tea will be served in due course.

Lucas.Ìý°ÚSurprised at her tone.] Is anything the matter?

°Ú¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýlooks at him severely, says nothing, turns toÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.Ìý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýlooks puzzled, goes away, and again looks furtively into conservatory forÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð.

Harry.Ìý°ÚScraping away at the collecting-box.] Don't forget, Doll---our cosy half hour after tea------

[Nodding at the writing-desk.

Dolly.ÌýI won't forget.

Matt.Ìý°ÚHas come up behindÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²â,Ìýtouches the arm he is scraping with.] Hospital for Incurables! I shouldn't scrape that off at present.

CURTAIN.


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(Four or five hours pass between Acts I and II.)

ACT TWO

³§³¦±ð²Ô±ð:ÌýThe same, on the same evening, after dinner. The sofa is now brought down below the fireplace, and fronts the audience a little diagonally, its right end being farthest up stage. The small table with the hospital box, and the easy chair are above the sofa, a little to the right of it.

EnterÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð,Ìýmuch distressed and agitated.Ìý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýfollows quickly, closes the door cautiously and mysteriously.

Renie.ÌýBut I don't understand. Captain Wentworth and I have been so little together------

Dolly.ÌýWell, my dear, there it is! My father is the last man to pry into other people's affairs, but you see it has been forced upon his notice. And from the tone he took------

Renie.ÌýWhat tone?

Dolly.ÌýHe was very severe.

Renie.Ìý°ÚAlarmed.] But what did he say he had seen?

Dolly.ÌýHe wouldn't go into particulars. He seemed very much upset------

Renie.Ìý±«±è²õ±ð³Ù?!

Dolly.ÌýPerhaps I ought to say shocked.

Renie.Ìý³§³ó´Ç³¦°ì±ð»å?!

Dolly.ÌýAnd when my father is shocked it must be something very glaring------

Renie.Ìý°ÚMore and more alarmed.] But there hasn't been anything glaring------

Dolly.ÌýWell, dear, of course, you know.

Renie.ÌýBut I cannot imagine------ [Suddenly.] It must have been that day at the stile![35]

Dolly.ÌýPerhaps. What happened? No, I don't wish to hear------

Renie.ÌýCaptain Wentworth assisted me over the stile------

Dolly.Ìý°Â±ð±ô±ô?------

Renie.ÌýThat's all. He may have taken a little longer about it than was quite necessary, and I may have leaned a little heavier than the circumstances required. But it was all done in perfectly good taste.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚShakes her head.] It can't have been the stile.

Renie.ÌýThen what------? [Cudgels her brains.] The dairy!

Dolly.ÌýVery likely. Was that very---no, don't tell me------

Renie.ÌýThere's nothing to tell. The woman at the farm, Mrs.------

Dolly.Ìýµþ¾±²µ²µ²õ------

Renie.ÌýBiggs, asked me to go over her model dairy.

Dolly.ÌýDid she ask Lucas?

Renie.ÌýHe came. Mrs. Biggs insisted on our tasting her mince pies------

Dolly.ÌýMince pies---? Yes?

Renie.ÌýWhile she went to get one------

Dolly.ÌýGet one------

Renie.ÌýShe wasn't out of the dairy ten seconds------

Dolly.ÌýNo---and then?

Renie.ÌýCaptain Wentworth------ a------

Dolly.ÌýRespected you!

Renie.Ìý°ÚFiring up.] He is always most respectful! In the most delicate, exquisitely chivalrous way, he implored me for one first and only kiss, and just as I was refusing him, somebody passed the dairy windows------

Dolly.ÌýMy father often strolls that way------

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Renie.ÌýBut I was quite cold and correct------ [Very anxiously.] Dolly, tell me exactly what Mr. Barron said?

Dolly.ÌýAt first he was going to speak to you himself, but I said, "No, that's my duty! I'm her oldest friend; I'll talk to her!"

Renie.Ìý³Û±ð---±ð²õ?

Dolly.ÌýSo, at last he consented, and said: "Very well. Be very firm with her, because this sort of thing taking place under my very nose and under my daughter's roof is what I cannot, and will not, tolerate for one moment!"

Renie.ÌýHe must have passed the dairy windows!

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ.

Renie.ÌýAnd jumped to a wrong conclusion.

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ. And that isn't the worst------

Renie.Ìý°ÚFreshly alarmed.] Not the worst?!

Dolly.ÌýNow, don't be alarmed, dear------

Renie.ÌýAbout what?

Dolly.ÌýDidn't you notice something strange in your husband's manner at dinner?

Renie.Ìý±·´Ç. What makes you think------?

Dolly.ÌýMy dear, if my father noticed it, why not your husband? Suppose all this time the Professor has been quietly, stealthily watching you and Lucas.

Renie.Ìý°ÚAlarmed.] Dolly!

Dolly.ÌýAnd waiting his time------

Renie.ÌýOh, Dolly!

Dolly.ÌýDidn't you notice how he insisted on your going to the fish-pond?

Renie.ÌýYes, he did!

Dolly.ÌýDidn't it strike you there was something in that?

Renie.ÌýNo, and he hasn't said anything------

Dolly.ÌýOf course not. Naturally he would hide his suspicions from you till the right moment.

Renie.ÌýRight moment?[37]

Dolly.ÌýNow, dear, you see how serious things are. You mustn't run any more risks. This must be broken off to-night.

Renie.Ìý°Õ´Ç-²Ô¾±²µ³ó³Ù?!

Dolly.ÌýNow, what can I do to help you?

Renie.ÌýYou might tell Mr. Barron there was nothing in the dairy windows.

Dolly.ÌýOf course I'll tell him, but if he saw------

Renie.ÌýBut there was nothing. Absolutely nothing------

Dolly.ÌýNo, dear. What else can I do?

Renie.ÌýCould you find out exactly how much he has seen and heard, and---a---pump him a little?

Dolly.ÌýI don't like pumping people---still---What else?

Renie.Ìý°ÚBreaking down.] Oh, Dolly, this blow could not have fallen at a more cruel moment.

Dolly.ÌýNo, dear.

Renie.ÌýIt came just when I had lost all the illusions of girlhood, when all my woman's nature began to cry out------

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ---°ÚSuddenly.] Hark! [Listens.] Hush!

[Creeps up to door, listens, opens it, looks out, closes it again.

Renie.ÌýWhat was it?

Dolly.Ìý±á³Ü²õ³ó! Voices! I thought it might be Lucas and the Professor quarrelling.

Renie.ÌýI really don't think my husband suspects------

Dolly.ÌýNo, I daresay it's only my imagination.

Renie.ÌýAnd if he did---Dolly, is there one man living, except my husband, who would condemn me for being the object of a noble, single-hearted devotion like Captain Wentworth's?

Dolly.ÌýNo, dear, perhaps not. But, you see, as[38]Ìýhusbands they take quite a different view of things from what they do merely as men.

Renie.ÌýTell me candidly, Dolly, you see nothing wrong in it, do you?

Dolly.ÌýWell, dear, when you say wrong------

Renie.ÌýBut I assure you there isn't---nothing could be further from my thoughts.

Dolly.ÌýNo, dear---still, people are so full of prejudice---now what can I do?

Renie.Ìý°ÚClaspingÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â'²õÌýhand warmly.] Oh, Dolly, you can help me so much.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚA little alarmed.] Can I? Tell me------

Renie.ÌýIf Lucas and I are parted------ [Breaks down.] I can't bear it! I can't bear it!

Dolly.ÌýTry, dear! Try!

Renie.Ìý°ÚSobbing.] I will. And if at any time I long to hear how he bears our separation, you won't mind receiving a letter, and sending it on to me?

Dolly.ÌýI'm afraid I couldn't do that, dear. You see, I'm so careless, and if I left the letter about, and Harry found it---no, dear------

Renie.ÌýYou won't help me?

Dolly.ÌýYes, dear, I'll do anything in my power! [Suddenly.] I'll tell you what I can do!

Renie.Ìý³Û±ð²õ?

Dolly.ÌýMy father is telling Lucas he must leave to-night. Well, I can spare you all the pain and misery of saying "Good-bye," and take one last message to him.

Renie.Ìý°ÚCurtly.] No, thank you. It's most unkind of you to send him away like this. I must see him alone before he goes.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚShakes her head.] My father insists, and suppose Lucas feels that he owes it to your reputation to go quietly------

Renie.ÌýWithout seeing me?![39]

Dolly.ÌýAnd suppose the Professor is really watching you------

°Ú¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýshows great perplexity.Ìý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýis watching her.

Dolly.ÌýIf you don't see Lucas, what message shall I take him?

Renie.ÌýTell him how proud I am of his noble, unselfish devotion; tell him I shall always look upon it as the one supreme happiness of my life to have known him------

TheÌý±Ê°ù´Ç´Ú±ð²õ²õ´Ç°ùÌýandÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù³ó±ð·ÉÌýenter. TheÌý±Ê°ù´Ç´Ú±ð²õ²õ´Ç°ùÌýhas diagrams and illustrations in his hand. Following theÌý±Ê°ù´Ç´Ú±ð²õ²õ´Ç°ùÌýandÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýareÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²âÌýandÌýLucas. Lucas,Ìýafter a little time, comes up toÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýandÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð,Ìýwho are seated on sofa. TheÌý±Ê°ù´Ç´Ú±ð²õ²õ´Ç°ùÌýis speaking toÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýas he enters, and is showing him an illustration.

Prof.Ìý°ÚIn his hard, metallic voice.] Observe that woman's facial angle---[pointing] the peculiar curve of the lip, and the irregular formation of the nose.

[Describing a little upward curve on the paper with his thumb.

Matt.ÌýI have seen sweeter things in ladies' lips and noses.

[Describing the same little upward curve with his thumb on the paper.

Prof.ÌýCan you be surprised at her history?

Matt.ÌýWho was she?

Prof.ÌýJane Sweetman, the notorious trigamist. Looking at that woman's cranium I maintain it was impossible for her to avoid------

Matt.ÌýCommitting trigamy?

Prof.ÌýWell, some species of grave moral delinquency.[40]

°Ú¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýclutchesÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð'²õÌýwrist significantly. TheÌý±Ê°ù´Ç´Ú±ð²õ²õ´Ç°ùÌýhands the illustration toÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²â,Ìýwho examines it.Ìý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýmoves away a step and unobtrusively feels his own nose and forehead.

Harry.Ìý°ÚHas examined the illustration.] By Jove, yes---anybody can see she was bound to come a moral cropper, eh?

[He hands the illustration toÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â,Ìýwho passes it toÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð,Ìýwith a very significant glance, pointing out something on the paper.Ìý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýleans over the back of the sofa betweenÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýandÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýto look at the illustration. As he leans on the back of the sofa,Ìý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýdraws herself up very indignantly, gives him a severe look; moves a little away from him, sits and looks very severely in front of her. He cannot understand her attitude, draws back a little and looks puzzled.

Prof.Ìý°ÚBringing out another illustration, offering it toÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.] Now look at this.

Matt.Ìý°ÚTaking illustration.] Somebody's brains!

Prof.ÌýTell me if you notice anything peculiar.

°Ú±á²¹°ù°ù²âÌýleans overÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù'²õÌýshoulder, and looks at the illustration.Ìý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýagain leans over the sofa, betweenÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýandÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð. ¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýagain moves a little further away from him with another indignant look.Ìý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýis again puzzled, but bends and looks over the illustration inÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð'²õÌýhands.

Lucas.ÌýSo that's Jane Sweetman! Well, if Jane[41]Ìýwas bound to come a moral cropper, I'm very glad I wasn't bound to come a moral cropper with Jane, eh, Dolly? [Very pleasantly.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚVery severely.] I should scarcely have thought you troubled whom you came a moral cropper with!

[Looks at him severely, goes up to writing-desk, seats herself and writes letter. He feels himself snubbed, and moves a step or two back, stands and looks puzzled.Ìý±Ê°ù´Ç´Ú±ð²õ²õ´Ç°ùÌýhas been critically regardingÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýandÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²â,Ìýwho have been looking at the illustration.

Prof.ÌýWell, does anything strike you?

Matt.Ìý±·´Ç. [Holding it out.] Looks rather pulpy---rather---a---squashy------

Prof.ÌýExactly! Observe the soft, almost watery condition of that gray matter. What is the inevitable consequence?

Matt.ÌýI couldn't quite say---whom did that gray matter belong to?

Prof.ÌýHarriet Poy.

Matt.ÌýI don't remember Harriet------

Prof.ÌýThe Pyromaniac. At the age of four set fire to her mother's bed. At twelve was found saturating blankets with petroleum; at sixteen fired three hayricks, for which she was sentenced to six months' imprisonment.

Matt.ÌýPoor Harriet! But of course if her gray matter went and got watery------

Prof.ÌýJust so! I maintain that with her gray matter in that condition it was a stupid crime to send her to prison.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚLooking round from desk.] But what are we to do with people whose gray matter goes wrong?[42]

Prof.ÌýI propose to deal with that question at Edinburgh. [ToÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.] You might, perhaps, care to run down to Edinburgh for my lectures------

Matt.ÌýI should love it above all things; but the fact is, I'm so thoroughly of your opinion------

Prof.ÌýAre you?! I'm delighted I've convinced you.

Matt.ÌýCompletely. All my life I've been doing things I should never have dreamed of doing if my gray matter had done its duty and not got watery.

Harry.Ìý°ÚBegins.] Yes, when you come to think of all the rotten things you find yourself doing, you feel, by Jove------

[Suddenly recalls that he has said "by Jove," and being near the collection-box, he quietly pulls sixpence out of his pocket and drops it in.

Matt.ÌýBravo, Harry! [Patting him.

Harry.ÌýOh, I mean it!---Professor, isn't it time for our hundred up?

Prof.Ìý°ÚTaking out watch.] In two minutes.

Harry.ÌýI'll go and get the balls out and chalk the cues. [Going up to door.] Doll, [taps the writing-desk] you put it off after tea---by-and-by, you know!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚShe has finished letter, has risen, and closed writing-desk.] By-and-by.

Harry.ÌýBefore we go to bed---don't forget.

Dolly.ÌýOh, I sha'n't forget.

[Makes a wry face. ExitÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²â.

Prof.ÌýRenie, you were complaining of headache. It would be wise to take a short stroll in the cool air.

Renie.ÌýOh, very well.

Prof.ÌýWrap up thoroughly. Ten minutes, not longer.

[43]

[Exit.Ìý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â,Ìýunseen byÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýandÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õ,Ìýslips the note she has been writing intoÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù'²õÌýhands. He takes it down stage, right, and reads it.Ìý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýandÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýhave been talking, apart; they move towards the door to get out, butÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýis standing in the way of their exit.

Dolly.ÌýOh, Renie! I'll put on my things, and come with you.

Renie.ÌýBut Captain Wentworth has offered------

Dolly.ÌýI've a splitting headache---I must get a little air. And Dad wants to have a talk with Lucas, don't you?

Matt.ÌýIf he can spare five minutes.

Lucas.ÌýWon't by-and-by be just as convenient?

Dolly.Ìý°ÚFacingÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õ,Ìýspeaking firmly.] No, by-and-by will not be just as convenient. Now, Renie, we'll leave them together.

[GetsÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýoff, turns, looks daggers atÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õ,Ìýgoes off afterÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð,Ìýcloses door in his face. He opens it, and goes after her.

Lucas.ÌýI say, Doll, what's up? [Follows her off.] What's the matter?

Matt.Ìý°ÚReadingÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â'²õÌýnote.] "Be very severe with him. Make a great point of the dairy windows. He'll understand." Dairy windows?

[Puts the note in his pocket, asÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýre-enters, puzzled and disappointed.

Lucas.ÌýI can't think what's the matter with Dolly. She has done nothing but snub me all the evening.

Matt.Ìý°ÚLooking at him sternly.] So I should imagine!

Lucas.Ìý°ÚStartled by his manner.] I say, have I done anything?

Matt.ÌýDone anything! I'm a man of the world! nobody can accuse me of being strait-laced, and[44]Ìýtherefore I suppose you think you can come here and set at defiance all the------it's disgraceful!

Lucas.ÌýWould you mind telling me what you're hinting at?

Matt.ÌýI'm not hinting! I'm going to speak out very plainly, and I tell you that I look upon your conduct as something atrocious!

Lucas.ÌýI say, Uncle, what's all this about?

Matt.ÌýWhat's it about? What's it about? It's about the dairy windows!

Lucas.ÌýThen it was you---phew!---so it was you?

Matt.ÌýWell, after the dairy windows, can you stand there and tell me you aren't thoroughly, completely, heartily ashamed of yourself?

Lucas.ÌýWell, I suppose I am. But, after all, it wasn't so very bad------

Matt.ÌýNot bad?!

Lucas.ÌýWell, not so d---ee---d awful.

Matt.Ìý°ÚRegards him for a few moments.] Well, I'm astonished! If you don't consider your behaviour d---ee---d awful, will you please find me some word that will describe it?

Lucas.ÌýYou know you're putting a much worse construction on this than the necessities of the case demand.

Matt.Ìý°Â³ó²¹³Ù?!

Lucas.ÌýI've nothing to reproach myself with. Mrs. Biggs wasn't out of the dairy three minutes, and you were hanging about the windows all the time.

Matt.ÌýI was hanging about the windows?

Lucas.ÌýYes, and I must say that when you saw two people engaged in an interesting conversation the least you could do was to pass on and take no notice.

Matt.Ìý"Interesting conversation"?!

Lucas.ÌýWell, what did you call it? If it comes to that, what do you accuse me of?[45]

Matt.ÌýWell, here you are, on the first day of the year, after listening to a most eloquent sermon, after making a solemn resolution to give up all your bad habits------

Lucas.ÌýExcuse me, I expressly stated that I didn't mean to give upÌýallÌýmy bad habits. And I don't call this a bad habit.

Matt.ÌýYou don't call making love to a married woman a bad habit?!

Lucas.ÌýOf course in one sense it is a bad habit. But it isn't a bad habit in the sense that other bad habits are bad habits. Look at all the decent chaps who've been led into it!

Matt.ÌýThat doesn't excuse you. And if you think that I'm going to countenance your conduct, you are very much mistaken in your estimate of my character.

Lucas.Ìý°ÚVery quietly.] May I ask you one simple question?

Matt.Ìý°Â±ð±ô±ô?

Lucas.ÌýWhen you were my age, if you found yourself alone in a dairy with a good-looking woman, and she was good for a dozen kisses or so, wouldn't you have taken advantage of it?

Matt.Ìý±·´Ç!

Lucas.ÌýNot at my age?

Matt.Ìý±·´Ç---²Ô´Ç------

Lucas.ÌýWell, what would you have done?

Matt.ÌýI should have summoned all my resolution------

Lucas.ÌýOh, that be hanged! Come, Uncle, no humbug! Man to man!

Matt.ÌýWell, I don't say that at your age I might not have been tempted---and of course we must all go through a certain amount of experience, or how should we be able to advise you youngsters?

Lucas.ÌýI say, no confounded nonsense---your uncle Archie---[46]---

Matt.ÌýDear old chap!

Lucas.ÌýWhat use did you make of his advice?

Matt.ÌýWell, I remember his talking to me very seriously---I suppose I was about your age---did I ever tell you, Lucas, [takingÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õ'²õÌýarm affectionately] about a very remarkable auburn-haired girl, Madge Seaforth?

Lucas.Ìý±·´Ç.

Matt.ÌýAnd my racing her across Salisbury Plain at night?

Lucas.Ìý±·´Ç.

Matt.ÌýForty-eight miles one glorious May night! I let her beat me! God bless her! I let her beat me! And just as the sun rose we caught sight of Salisbury spire.

Lucas.ÌýSounds rather jolly!

Matt.ÌýJolly? And the bacon and eggs we got through for breakfast! Jolly? It was romance! It was poetry! Ah! Lu, my boy, you may say what you like, there's nothing like it on this side heaven. I told you about Mrs. Satterwaite dressing up as a widow and selling her husband?

Lucas.Ìý±·´Ç?

Matt.ÌýWell, I bet the little hussy a fiver. Oh, Satterwaite richly deserved all he got---I can see Satterwaite's face now, and hers, as she stepped out of the cupboard, with the wickedest twinkle in the wickedest black eye! Ho! Ho! Heigho! Sad! Sad!! Sad!!!---Sad! Sad!! Sad!!! Come, come, Lucas! This won't do! This will never do! Now to get back to this business of yours------

Lucas.Ìý°Â±ð±ô±ô------

Matt.ÌýWhen I was your guardian I let you have a pretty good fling?

Lucas.ÌýYou did!

Matt.ÌýThe pace was rather scorching?[47]

Lucas.Ìý¸é²¹³Ù³ó±ð°ù!

Matt.ÌýI never pulled you up?

Lucas.ÌýNo, and I'm grateful.

[Shaking hands very cordially.

Matt.ÌýThat's all right. Now, old chap, you've got to pull up!

Lucas.ÌýPull up?

Matt.ÌýShort. This Mrs. Sturgess---Dolly says there's a lot of nonsense going on, gushing letters and so on,---damned silly thing writing letters, Lu------

Lucas.ÌýYes, I know.

Matt.ÌýWell, what do you do it for?

Lucas.ÌýI don't know.

Matt.ÌýYou're seeing her every day. If you must carry on this tomfoolery, why not do it by word of mouth? Why write it down, to show what an ass you've been?

Lucas.ÌýI'm sure I don't know.

Matt.ÌýDo you know why you're carrying on with her at all?

Lucas.ÌýWell, naturally a chap---naturally------

Matt.ÌýYou're either in love with her, or you aren't?

Lucas.ÌýI can't say I'm exactly in love with her------

Matt.ÌýThen why are you making love to her?

Lucas.ÌýWell, she's a jolly good-looking woman, and naturally a chap---naturally---I don't know that I ain't a bit in love with her.

Matt.ÌýWell, it doesn't much matter. If you aren't in love with her you're a fool to risk a scandal. If you are in love you'll most likely do some silly jackass thing that will knock your career on the head, eh?

Lucas.ÌýWell, when you look at it that way------

Matt.ÌýLook at it that way! Anyhow, she's a married woman, and you're here as a guest---it isn't the right thing to do, is it?

Lucas.ÌýNo, it isn't.[48]

Matt.ÌýVery well, then, don't do it. Don't do it! Cut it! You will?

Lucas.ÌýI've got to, I suppose.

Matt.ÌýYes, you've got to. You can tell Doll I gave it to you hot and strong, and you're going to clear out, and not see Mrs. Sturgess again------

Lucas.ÌýNot see her again?

Matt.ÌýIsn't that what you mean to do?

Lucas.ÌýYes, I suppose. I say, what did you see at the dairy windows?

Matt.ÌýI didn't see anything at all!

Lucas.ÌýNothing at all?

Matt.ÌýI wasn't there!

Lucas.ÌýThen how------?

Matt.ÌýDolly put me up to it. [Laughs at him.

Lucas.Ìý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â?

¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýenters with a cloak which she throws on sofa.

Matt.ÌýAh, Doll------

Dolly.Ìý°ÚLooking severely atÌýLucas.] Have you spoken to him?

Matt.ÌýYes, very seriously, extra seriously, and he's going to do the right thing and clear out, aren't you, Lucas?

Lucas.Ìý°ÚA little unwillingly.] Yes.

Matt.Ìý°ÚClapping him on the shoulder.] Good chap! Good chap!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚStill a little severe.] I'm pleased to hear it. [ToÌýLucas.] You've behaved in a most scandalous------

Matt.ÌýHe has. I've told him all that. [Winks atÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýto keep her quiet.] And he sees it quite plainly, don't you?

[Winks atÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýto prompt him.

Dolly.ÌýThen it's quite broken off?

Matt.ÌýQuite! Isn't it, Lu?

Lucas.ÌýYes, I suppose. I should like to say------

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ?[49]

Lucas.ÌýThat nothing has taken place which, if rightly looked at, could reflect discredit either upon the lady, or, I hope, upon myself. And secondly, whatever fault there may have been, is entirely mine.

Matt.ÌýThat's satisfactory! It always ought to be the man's fault. Heaven forbid it should ever be theirs. Good chap! Good chap! [Patting him.] Dolly, he's behaving splendidly. Now, Lu, good-night.

°Ú¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýrings bell.

Lucas.Ìý°ÚSurprised.] Good-night?!

Dolly.ÌýGood-night, and good-bye! [Holding out her hand.

Lucas.ÌýYou aren't going to turn me out to-night!

Dolly.ÌýYou said it was quite broken off.

Lucas.ÌýYes, but------ [turns toÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýwith appealing gesture.ÌýUncle, you didn't mean to pack me off like this------

Matt.ÌýYes, my boy! Remember the occasion. First day of the New Year. Take time by the forelock. Off you go!

[Taking him by the shoulder and trying to get him off.

Lucas.Ìý°ÚResisting.] Oh no! I don't see it in that light at all.

[Sinks comfortably into arm-chair.

°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ðÌýappears at door.

Dolly.ÌýCriddle, please have Captain Wentworth's portmanteau taken to the billiard-room.

Criddle.ÌýYes, ma'am.

Dolly.ÌýHe wishes to change there, and please send to the Red Lion and ask them to have Captain Wentworth's horse saddled.

Criddle.ÌýYes, ma'am. [Going.

Lucas.ÌýCriddle, what's the weather like?

Criddle.ÌýIt's a bit colder, sir. Looks as if we were going to have another heavy fall of snow.[50]

Lucas.ÌýI don't think I'll go to-night, Criddle. If I want the gee saddled, I'll go and tell them myself.

Criddle.ÌýYes, sir. [Exit.

Lucas.Ìý°ÚIn arm-chair.] I say, Dolly, you don't really expect me to go careering over that heath at this ungodly hour?

Dolly.ÌýYou can't stay here. Renie is very much upset; she has had hysterics. So I've put her in the spare room.

Lucas.ÌýWell, you can give me a shake-down somewhere---in the billiard-room.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚShakes her head.] I can't ask the servants to make up impossible beds in impossible places at this ungodly hour.

Lucas.ÌýI call this beastly unfair of you, Doll.

Ìý±«²Ô´Ú²¹¾±°ù?

Lucas.ÌýJust as I'd summoned up all my resolution to do the right thing, and avoid ructions for your sake, you pounce down on me, and order me off the premises, and------

Dolly.Ìý°ÚGetting angry.] If you don't behave yourself and go off quietly, I shall have to order you off the premises.

[Makes an appeal by gesture toÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýto get him off.

Matt.ÌýNow, my hero! [Lifting him out of the arm-chair.] Buckle on your armor! Sally forth! Once more unto the breach!

[With some difficulty he raisesÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýout of the chair.

Lucas.ÌýWell, I'll go and have a look at the weather. [Goes sulkily up to door.] Mind you, if you turn me out I won't be responsible if there's a flare up------

Dolly.ÌýVery well, so long as we don't have a flare-up here. Oh!

[Rings the bell again.

[51]

Lucas.Ìý°ÚGoes off, sulky, muttering.] Of all the---turning me out---beastly infernal nuisance!

[Exit grumbling, leaving door open.

Dolly.ÌýIt would serve them both right if there was to be a flare-up---only I'm sure she'd drag me into it somehow. °Ú°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ðÌýappears at door.] Please send and ask them at the Red Lion to saddle Captain Wentworth's horse and send it here at once.

Criddle.ÌýYes, ma'am. [Exit.

Dolly.ÌýLucas is going to behave as badly over this as he did over the governess. Dad------!

Matt.Ìý°Â±ð±ô±ô?

Dolly.ÌýOf course, Lucas is in the army, but surely he---he isn't a fair sample?

Matt.ÌýOh no, oh no! Lucas is very exceptional---quite exceptional.

Dolly.ÌýI thought so! They can't all be------

Matt.ÌýOh no! I'm glad to say------

Dolly.ÌýI'm determined he shall go to-night.

³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýre-enters.

Lucas.ÌýI say, Dolly, I wish you'd come and look at the weather.

Dolly.ÌýWhat for?

Lucas.ÌýThere's a great black cloud---it's going to come down!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚEnraged.] I don't care if the heavens come down! You're going back to Aldershot to-night.

Lucas.ÌýBut I tell you------ [Appeals toÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.] It's simply impossible for me to ride across that heath------

Matt.ÌýBut you rode across it last night in a howling snowstorm------

Lucas.ÌýYes, I did! Last night! And never again, thank you! No! I don't mind shaking down anywhere to oblige------

[52]

[He is about to drop again into the arm-chair, butÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýgently pushes him aside and drops into the chair himself.

Lucas.Ìý°ÚGoing to sofa.] Anywhere to oblige!

[Drops comfortably on to sofa.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚComes up to him finally.] Lucas, this is abominable! I suppose you think because we treated you so leniently over that wretched governess------

Lucas.ÌýWell, I thought you were pretty deuced hard down on us------

Dolly.Ìý°Â³ó²¹³Ù?! Oh! [Appeals toÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.

Lucas.ÌýI didn't mind your slanging me, but you might have had a little consideration for her feelings, because, after all, she was one of your own sex!

Dolly.ÌýMy own sex! The minx!

Lucas.ÌýAnd an orphan!

Dolly.ÌýOrphan! [ToÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.] Go and speak to him! Go and speak to him!

[²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýrises and goes toÌýLucas.Ìý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýsits down in despair.

Matt.ÌýCome, Lu. You're not playing the game! You promised to take yourself off.

Lucas.Ìý°ÚComfortably seated.] Well, I will take myself off, only let me take myself off in my own way.

Dolly.ÌýIt's useless your staying! Renie won't see you again.

Lucas.ÌýWon't she?

Dolly.Ìý±·´Ç. She gave me a last message for you------

Lucas.ÌýDid she? Why didn't you give it to me?

Dolly.ÌýIf I tell you, will you take yourself off?

Lucas.ÌýYes, of course. What was her last message?

Dolly.ÌýShe said "She should always value your noble devotion, and be proud that she had known you; but you must see how hopeless it was, and that she trusted you would go away at once and leave her to respect you, as you had always respected her!"[53]

Matt.ÌýA very pretty, touching little adieu! Does her great credit. Now, Lu! Cut it! Come, my boy!

[Lifts him up off sofa.Ìý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýgets up very reluctantly.

Lucas.ÌýWell, if I must go---good-night!

Matt.Ìý³Ò´Ç´Ç»å-²Ô¾±²µ³ó³Ù. [Shaking hands.] I may see you to-morrow afternoon.

Lucas.Ìý°Â³ó±ð°ù±ð?

Matt.ÌýI'm driving over to Aldershot to see Sir John. I shall look you up------

Lucas.ÌýI may not be there in the afternoon------

Dolly.ÌýLucas, you're coming over here------

Lucas.ÌýNo---no; I'm not. You shouldn't suspect me.

Dolly.ÌýIt won't be the least use your coming------

Lucas.ÌýI know that. Well, good-bye, Doll------

Dolly.Ìý³Ò´Ç´Ç»å-²ú²â±ð. [Shaking hands.

Lucas.Ìý°ÚIs going up to door slowly and reluctantly, turns.] I suppose if I were to give you my solemn promise I wouldn't see her, I couldn't shake down on that sofa.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚSternly and decisively.] No!

Lucas.Ìý°ÚGoes a few more steps towards door, turns.] I suppose I couldn't see Mrs. Sturgess? °Ú¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýlooks indignant.] Only to say good-bye.

Dolly.Ìý±·´Ç! She was nearly undressed when I left her. She's asleep by now!

EnterÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýfully dressed, looking very interesting and tearful. Throughout the scene she preserves the air of a martyr.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚIndignantly.] Renie, you promised me you wouldn't come downstairs again!

Renie.ÌýYes, dear, but I felt I couldn't rest under your father's unjust suspicion. [Goes up toÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù,Ìýseizes his hand sympathetically.] Dolly tells me you[54]Ìýhave been watching the friendship that all unconsciously has sprung up between Captain Wentworth and myself------

Matt.Ìý°ÚUncomfortable.] Not exactly watching------

Renie.ÌýI feel you may have seen, or guessed something, that has given you a wrong impression.

Matt.ÌýNo, no! I assure you------

Renie.ÌýIf you have, I beg you to speak out and give us a chance of defending ourselves. Tell us exactly what you have seen, and what you suspect------

Matt.ÌýMy dear Mrs. Sturgess, I haven't seen anything, and I don't suspect anything.

Renie.ÌýYou really mean that?

Matt.Ìý³Û±ð²õ---²â±ð²õ------

Renie.Ìý°ÚClasping his hand eagerly.] Thank you so much. Friendship between a man and a woman isÌýsoÌý³¾¾±²õ³Ü²Ô»å±ð°ù²õ³Ù´Ç´Ç»å.

Matt.ÌýIt is.

Dolly.ÌýYes, Lucas had a friendship with a governess here which we all misunderstood---till afterwards.

Lucas.ÌýI say, Dolly, don't you------

Renie.ÌýNow that there is no chance of your misjudging our friendship, I don't mind saying------ [Shows signs of breaking down.] You won't misunderstand me? [Clinging to his hand.

Matt.ÌýNo, no!

Renie.ÌýMy life has not been altogether a happy one.

Matt.ÌýI'm sure it hasn't!

Renie.ÌýUnder other circumstances---let that pass! [WringsÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù'²õÌýhands.] Thank you, thank you! [Goes toÌýLucas.] Captain Wentworth, I shall always be proud to have known you.

Dolly.ÌýI've told him all that!

[²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýhushesÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýwith a gesture.

Renie.ÌýI shall always cherish the memory of our[55]Ìýfriendship, but it might be misunderstood, and so [breaking down, but bearing up with an effort], you will behave like the gallant gentleman I know you to be, and say good-bye to me for ever!

Matt.ÌýNobly spoken! Very nobly spoken indeed!

Lucas.ÌýWell, if you insist------

Renie.ÌýI do! Good-bye for ever!

Lucas.Ìý³Ò´Ç´Ç»å-²ú²â±ð. [They have a long hand-shake.

Renie.Ìý³Ò´Ç´Ç»å-²ú²â±ð.

[Tears herself away from him and tragically throws herself on sofa.Ìý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýfollows her up.

Lucas.ÌýI say, Mrs. Sturgess------

Renie.Ìý°ÚFace buried in hands, moans out.] Go, go! In pity's name don't make it harder for me!

Matt.ÌýIn pity's name don't make it harder for her.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚLooking off at door.] They'll be coming out of the billiard-room directly.

Matt.ÌýNow, Lucas------

°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ðÌýappears at door.

Criddle.ÌýYour horse is waiting for you, sir.

Lucas.ÌýMy horse?!

Criddle.ÌýYes, sir, just outside.

Lucas.ÌýWhat on earth do they mean? A valuable horse like that---just clipped---standing about on a night like this---who told them?

Dolly.ÌýI did. The horse is waiting to take you back to Aldershot.

Lucas.ÌýI can't go back to Aldershot in this kit. [Pointing to his dress-clothes.] Tell them to take it back to the Red Lion!

Dolly.ÌýAnd Criddle, give the man Captain Wentworth's portmanteau to take to the Red Lion at the same time.

Criddle.ÌýYes, ma'am. [Exit.[56]

Lucas.Ìý°ÚGrumbling.] Well, of all------Good-bye, Mrs. Sturgess.

Dolly.ÌýYou've said good-bye------

Renie.Ìý°ÚStill tragic on sofa.] Farewell---for ever!

Lucas.ÌýGood-night, Dolly!

Dolly.ÌýFarewell---for a good long time. [Shaking hands.

Lucas.ÌýGood-night, Uncle.

Matt.ÌýGood-night, Lucas. [Shaking hands.

Lucas.Ìý°ÚTurns at door.] Happen to have your cigar-case handy?

[²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýtakes out cigar-case, offers it.

Lucas.ÌýCould you spare two?

Matt.Ìý°ä±ð°ù³Ù²¹¾±²Ô±ô²â!

Lucas.ÌýI've got a jolly long ride, I'll take three if you don't mind.

Matt.Ìý¶Ù´Ç!

Lucas.ÌýThank'ee. Well, good-night, everybody.

[²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýgetsÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýoff, closes door after him.

Renie.Ìý°ÚRouses herself from sofa.] Has he gone? Is it all over?

Dolly.ÌýI hope so. [Goes and rings bell twice.

Renie.Ìý°ÚGoes toÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýimpulsively---and seizes his hand.] At least this bitter experience has gained me one true friend.

Matt.Ìý°ÚEmbarrassed.] Yes------

Renie.Ìý°ÚWrings his hand in gratitude.] Thank you so much------

[He gets away from her and shows relief; takes out cigar and prepares to light it.

Renie.Ìý°ÚStanding in the middle of the room, pitying herself.] That's where we get the worst of it, we women who have hearts! We must feel, we must show our feelings, and then we get trampled down in the fight. Oh, Dolly, how I envy you your nature![57]

Dolly.Ìý°ÚVery chilly.] Are you going into the spare room, dear?

Renie.ÌýAnywhere! Anywhere! Yes, the spare room!

Peters,Ìý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â'²õÌýmaid, appears at door.

Dolly.ÌýPeters, will you bank up the fire in the spare room and make everything comfortable for Mrs. Sturgess?

Peters.ÌýYes, ma'am. [Exit.

Renie.Ìý°ÚStill in the middle of the room, pitying herself.] So my poor little tragedy is ended! [ToÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.

Matt.Ìý³Û±ð²õ. Well, let's be thankful no bones are broken!

Renie.ÌýNo bones, but how about hearts? Well, I must bear it. [With a weary smile.] Mustn't I?

Matt.ÌýI'm afraid you must.

Renie.ÌýGood-night! [Wrings his hand with gratitude.] Good-night!

Matt.Ìý³Ò´Ç´Ç»å-²Ô¾±²µ³ó³Ù.

[Gets away from her, and busies himself with his cigar, lights it.

Renie.ÌýGood-night, Dolly!

Dolly.ÌýI'll come up with you, and stay till you're quite comfortable.

Renie.ÌýShall I ever be comfortable again? Will things ever be the same? I wonder!

[Goes off mournfully and tragically at back with a prolonged sigh.Ìý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýhas seated himself on sofa and taken up paper.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚCalls his attention toÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð'²õÌýexit and makes a furious gesture after her.] I know she'll be here next Christmas!

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Marches down enraged toÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýand repeats in an angry, aggrieved way, emphasizing each word.] I know that woman will be here next Christmas!

Matt.Ìý°ÚSeated comfortably with his cigar and paper] I daresay she will------

°Ú¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýmarches indignantly and decisively to door and exit.

CURTAIN.


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(Half an hour passes between Acts II and III.)

ACT THREE

³§³¦±ð²Ô±ð:ÌýThe same. DiscoverÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýin the same seat and attitude, with paper and cigar.Ìý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýenters.

Matt.Ìý°Â±ð±ô±ô??

Dolly.ÌýI've had an awful time with her------

Matt.Ìý±á´Ç·É?

Dolly.Ìý°ÚSeated.] First she had another fit of hysterics---then she longed to go out into the night air to cool her fevered brow---then she moaned out something about her noble Lucas------

Matt.ÌýAnd now?

Dolly.ÌýI've persuaded her to let Peters undress her. I've got her off my hands at last.

Matt.ÌýThat's a comfort.

Dolly.Ìý¶Ù²¹»å!

Matt.Ìý³Û±ð²õ.

Dolly.ÌýI won't have her here next Christmas.

Matt.ÌýNo, I wouldn't.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚRepeats in a slow, aggrieved, enraged way, emphasizing each syllable.] Whatever happens, I will not have that woman in my house next Christmas. You hear that?

Matt.Ìý³Û±ð²õ. You won't have her here next Christmas!

Dolly.ÌýI mean it, this time. And I won't have Lucas here again for a very long time.

Matt.ÌýI wouldn't.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚSeated beside him.] Dad, please put away that paper. You're going over to Aldershot to-morrow to try to get Lucas exchanged?

Matt.ÌýI'll try.

Dolly.ÌýWhere can you get him sent?[60]

Matt.Ìý---India---South Africa---according as an appointment happens to be vacant.

Dolly.ÌýThe further the better, and the longer.

PetersÌýappears at door.

Dolly.ÌýWell, Peters, have you made Mrs. Sturgess comfortable?

Peters.ÌýI'm trying to, ma'am.

Dolly.ÌýIs she in bed yet?

Peters.ÌýNo, ma'am.

Dolly.ÌýNot in bed!

Peters.ÌýNo, ma'am, but she seems rather quieter.

Dolly.ÌýShe let you undress her, I suppose?

Peters.ÌýI'm just going to, ma'am. She says her brain is still throbbing.

Dolly.ÌýThrobbing!

Peters.ÌýAnd could you lend her your hop-pillow?

Dolly.ÌýYou'll find it in my wardrobe.

Peters.ÌýYes, ma'am.

Dolly.ÌýPeters, pat up the hop-pillow for her, and insist on undressing her------

Peters.ÌýYes, ma'am. [Going.

Dolly.ÌýDon't leave her till you've seen her comfortably in bed.

Peters.ÌýNo, ma'am.

[Exit. A gust of wind and a little rattle of hail on the conservatory window.

Matt.ÌýWhew! The New Year means business!

Dolly.ÌýAnd so do I, as Lucas will find out.

Matt.ÌýHe is finding it out, on that heath!

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ! [With a little laugh.] Ha! ha! [A louder gust and rattle of hail.] Listen! Listen! Ha! And he might have been here playing a comfortable rubber by the fire---if he'd simply behaved himself![61]

Matt.ÌýIf he'd "simply behaved" himself! What we all miss through not "simply behaving" ourselves.

[Another gust.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚLaughs.] Ah! He's catching it! I shall insist on Renie driving out with me to-morrow afternoon.

Matt.Ìý³Û±ð²õ.

Dolly.ÌýThen she can't meet Lucas. That will be another sell for him---[Another furious gust and rattle.] Listen! Ha! ha! I wonder how far Lucas has got!

[A noise of something being knocked over in the conservatory, which is lighted.

Matt.Ìý°ÚGoes to the conservatory door, looks in; is startled.] Hillo! hillo! What?!

³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýenters from the upper conservatory door in riding-clothes of first Act.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚEnraged.] Lucas! [More enraged.] Lucas! How dare you?!

Lucas.ÌýIt's all right---don't make a fuss!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚFurious.] Why aren't you on the way to Aldershot?

Lucas.ÌýI didn't like the look of the weather! I didn't like the look of it at all! So I got them to give me a shake-down at the Red Lion------

Dolly.Ìý°ÚIndignantly.] Shake-down at the Red Lion!

Lucas.ÌýYes, on their sofa! You needn't look so black! I asked you first, to let me have a shake-down here---on that sofa------

Dolly.ÌýBut why have you come back here?

Lucas.ÌýWell, I must have dropped those cigars uncle Matt gave me. I put them carefully in my side pocket, and when I got down to the Red Lion, lo and behold, they weren't there!

Dolly.ÌýYou could have got a cigar at the Red Lion---[62]---

Lucas.Ìý°ÚTurns toÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýfor sympathy.] I could have got a cigar at the Red Lion! [ToÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â.] No, thank you! So I thought I'd just stroll up here in the hope------

Dolly.ÌýIn the hope of seeing Mrs. Sturgess! But she's safely in bed this time, and there's no possible chance of your seeing her.

Lucas.ÌýIn the hope of getting Harry to give me a decent smoke. Well, I came into the Hall and not wishing to rile you by my hated presence---I slipped into the conservatory------

EnterÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²â.

Harry.Ìý°ÚSurprised at the riding-clothes.] Hillo, Lu, going back to Aldershot to-night?

Lucas.ÌýNo, not unless the weather takes a turn. No, Dolly said that as the spare room was occupied, would I mind getting a shake-down at the Red Lion. So I did, and as I've got nothing to smoke, may I cadge a cigar?

Harry.ÌýYes, old fellow. [Taking out cigar-case.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚIntercepting.] You said I should take charge of your cigars, in case you should be tempted to smoke more than two a day------

Harry.ÌýBy Jove, I forgot all about two per diem---I've been smoking all day. Here, Lu! [About to throw cigar-case toÌýLucas.] You'd better take the lot and keep me out of temptation!

Dolly.Ìý±·´Ç! I'll take charge of that, please.

[Takes the cigar-case, looks angrily atÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õ,Ìýgoes to writing-desk, puts it in.

PetersÌýappears at door.

Peters.ÌýI beg pardon, ma'am, Mrs. Sturgess------

Dolly.ÌýWhat about her?

Peters.ÌýWhen I got back with the hop-pillow she wasn't there. I've looked all over the house, and I[63]Ìýcan't find her anywhere. [Glancing off into the conservatory.] Oh, there she is!

RenieÌýenters, fully dressed from conservatory, very languidly, with handkerchief and smelling-salts.ÌýPetersÌýgoes off.

Dolly.ÌýRenie!

[Looks atÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù,Ìýwho is inclined to laugh, checks it, shrugs his shoulders and goes over to fire.

Renie.ÌýMy head was racking, I had to rush out---I've been pacing up and down under the veranda, up and down, up and down, up and down---°Ú¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýmakes a little grimace of angry incredulity] it's a little easier now, so I'll take advantage of the lull, and try to get some sleep.

Dolly.ÌýYes, I would.

Renie.ÌýGood-night, dear.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚSeverely.] Good-night once more.

Renie.ÌýGood-night, Mr. Telfer. [Offering hand.

Harry.ÌýGood-night, I'm awfully sorry------

Renie.Ìý°ÚWith her weary smile.] Oh, it's only a headache. I can bear it. Thank you for your sympathy. [Wringing his hand in fervent gratitude.] Good-night, Mr. Barron.

Matt.Ìý³Ò´Ç´Ç»å-²Ô¾±²µ³ó³Ù. I hope we sha'n't have any more little tragedies, eh?

Renie.Ìý°ÚVery fervently.] I hope not, oh, I hope not! [ToÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌývery casually and distantly.] Good-night, Captain Wentworth.

Lucas.Ìý°ÚSame tone.] Good-night, Mrs. Sturgess.

[ExitÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ð.ÌýPetersÌýis seen to join her in the hall. A little pause.

Lucas.ÌýWell, I'll be toddling back to the Red Lion. Good-night, Dolly. °Ú¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýlooks at him, furious, turns away.Ìý±á²¹°ù°ù²âÌýlooks a little surprised.] Good-night, Harry.[64]

Harry. Good-night, Lu. Seems a pity for you to turn out on a night like this. Dolly, can't we give him a shake-down------?

Dolly.Ìý±·´Ç!

°Ú±á²¹°ù°ù²âÌýshows surprise at her tone. A little pause of embarrassment.

Lucas.ÌýGood-night, Uncle Matt.

Matt.Ìý°ÚComes up to him, in a low voice.] Cut it, my dear lad. Cut it! That's understood?

Lucas.ÌýYes, of course. Well, good-night, Dolly, once more. [She doesn't reply.] Oh well, if you're going on the rampage---[Goes off muttering.] Infernal nuisance---night like this------ [Exit.

Harry.ÌýIs anything the matter?

Dolly.ÌýLucas has offended me very much. I don't wish to speak of it.

TheÌý±Ê°ù´Ç´Ú±ð²õ²õ´Ç°ùÌýenters at back.

Matt.ÌýWell, who was the victor?

Harry.ÌýThe Professor won all four games.

Prof.ÌýI ascribe the increased accuracy of my stroke at billiards to my increased nerve force, now I have made Pableine my staple article of diet in place of meat.

Matt.ÌýFlies to the gray matter, eh?

Prof.ÌýInstantaneously.

Matt.ÌýGood stuff!

Prof.ÌýI hope you'll try it. Shall I send a tin to your room?

Matt.ÌýWill you? That will be kind!

°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ðÌýappears at door.

Criddle.ÌýI've put the spirits in the hall, sir.

Harry.ÌýYou can take them away, Criddle. In the[65]Ìýfuture we shall not require spirits at night, only soda water and tea.

Criddle.ÌýYes, sir. [Exit.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚWho has been sitting wearily on sofa, rises.] Well, I'm going to bed.

Harry.ÌýYou forget, dear.

Dolly.Ìý°Â³ó²¹³Ù? °Ú±á²¹°ù°ù²âÌýtaps the writing-desk.] Oh, my dear Harry, we won't go into them to-night.

Harry.ÌýYes, my dear, if you please. [Very firmly.Ìý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýmakes an impatient gesture and pouts.] Please don't look like that. If I'm to help you in paying off these bills, it must be to-night, or not at all.

Dolly.ÌýOh, very well, but------ [Sits down wearily.

Prof.Ìý°ÚTaking out watch.] Five minutes past my usual hour.

Dolly.ÌýRenie has one of her bad headaches, so I've put her in the spare room.

Prof.ÌýThank you. I'm afraid she's a little wilful. I can never get her to see that life can yield us no real satisfaction unless we regulate all our actions to the most minute point. Good-night.

Dolly.Ìý³Ò´Ç´Ç»å-²Ô¾±²µ³ó³Ù. [Shaking hands.

Prof.ÌýGood-night, Telfer.

Harry.Ìý³Ò´Ç´Ç»å-²Ô¾±²µ³ó³Ù. [Shaking hands.

Matt.ÌýGood-night, Harry.

Harry.ÌýGood-night, Dad. [Shaking hands.

Matt.Ìý°ÚToÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â.] Night-night, dear.

Dolly.ÌýNight-night, Dad. [Kissing him.

Prof.Ìý°ÚHas been waiting at door.] I might perhaps show you the precise way of mixing the Pableine.

Matt.ÌýThat would be kind! What's the dose?

Prof.ÌýTwo teaspoonfuls. On certain occasions I have taken as much as four tablespoonfuls.

Matt.ÌýWasn't that rather---going it?

Prof.Ìý±·´Ç. It's quite tasteless, except for a very slight beany flavor.[66]

Matt.ÌýSounds just the thing for a New Year's drink, to brace up good resolutions. Come along! I'll have a regular night-cap of it.

[ExeuntÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýandÌýProfessor.

Harry.ÌýNow we can have our cosy half hour.

Dolly.ÌýYe-es. I've had an awful evening with Lucas. Don't you think------?

Harry.ÌýNo, my darling. You put it off after tea------

Dolly.ÌýBut our heads will be so much clearer in the morning------

Harry.Ìý°ÚVery solemnly and severely.] My darling, remember what Pilcher said about procrastination. And remember our resolutions last night. If we break them on the first night of the year, where shall we be on the thirty-first of December?

Dolly.ÌýI'm horribly fagged.

Harry.ÌýConquer it! Think how delightful it will be to put your head on the pillow to-night, without a single anxiety, without a single thought------

Dolly.ÌýExcept my gratitude to you!

Harry.ÌýCome, dear, no time like the present!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚJumps up very briskly.] No time like the present! [Looking at him with great admiration.] Oh, Harry, what a dear, kind, good husband you've always been to me!

Harry.ÌýHave I, my darling? [Modestly.] I've done my best------

Dolly.ÌýHow I must have tried you!

Harry.ÌýNo, dear---at least a little sometimes.

Dolly.ÌýWhen I think what patience you've had with me, and never reproached me------

Harry.ÌýWell, not often. We've had our little tiffs---That day at Goodwood---eh?

Dolly.ÌýDon't speak of it! I was to blame------

Harry.ÌýNo, dear, I can't let you accuse yourself. I was quite in the wrong.

Dolly.ÌýNo, dear, it was my fault entirely![67]

Harry.ÌýWell, we won't quarrel about that. Now these bills------

Dolly.ÌýAnd what good pals we've been!

Harry.ÌýAnd always shall be. [Kissing her.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚHugging him.] Oh, you dear!

Harry.ÌýNow, business, business!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚGoing up to writing-desk.] What a lucky woman I am!

Harry.Ìý°ÚSeated at table.] Bring them all.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚHas opened desk and taken up some bills---she looks round dubiously atÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²â.] What a splendid thing it must be to be a husband and have it in your power to make your wifeÌýadoreÌýyou, by simply paying a few bills.

Harry.ÌýYes---bring them all. [She comes down with a bundle of about fifteen, hands them to him.] Is this all?

Dolly.ÌýAll, of any importance.

Harry.ÌýI want to see them all.

Dolly.ÌýSo you shall, but we'll go through these first, because [lamely] if you want to ask any questions we can settle them on the spot, can't we?

Harry.Ìý°ÚReading from the bill.] Maison Récamier, Court and artistic millinery. By Jove! [Looks up.

Dolly.ÌýWhat!

Harry.ÌýOne, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine---nine hats!

Dolly.ÌýDifferent kinds of hats.

Harry.ÌýYedda straw hat, four guineas, ostrich feather ruffle, twelve pounds ten------

Dolly.ÌýThat was the one---you remember---when I came into the room you said, "Stay there! Just as you are! I must kiss you!"

Harry.ÌýYes, but twelve pounds ten---Moss green chip hat, four, fourteen, six. Heliotrope velvet toque---[68]---

Dolly.ÌýThat's the dear little toque you admire so much!

Harry.ÌýDo I? Six guineas! Dear little toque! Hat in white Tegal with plumes of Nattier Bleu---fifteen guineas---Fifteen guineas?!

Dolly.ÌýWith plumes! Of Nattier Bleu!

Harry.ÌýBut fifteen guineas!

Dolly.ÌýOh, the woman's a fearful swindler! But what are you to do with such people?

Harry.Ìý°ÚWith bill.] Total, sixty-four, seven, six. And I get my one silk topper a year, at a guinea, and three and six for doing it up. Total for me, one, four, six. Total for you------

Dolly.ÌýMy dear Harry, don't make absurd comparisons!

Harry.Ìý°ÚTakes another bill.] John Spearman, artistic gown maker, ball gowns, reception gowns, race gowns---Good heavens!

Dolly.ÌýWhat's the matter?

Harry.ÌýTotal, five hundred and fifty-six pounds---that can't be right!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚFrightened.] No, it can't be! Add it up!

Harry.Ìý°ÚReading.] Tea gown of chiffon taffeta---

Dolly.ÌýThe one I took to Folkestone, you remember?

[With a little attempt at a kiss.

Harry.Ìý°ÚGently repulsing her.] No, I don't. [She puts her arms round his neck; he gently pushes her aside.] Business first, please. [Reads.] Gown of white cloth with Postillion coat of Rose du Barri silk, motifs of silver, forty-five guineas------

Dolly.ÌýYou won't grumble at that, for when I first put it on, you stood and looked at me and said, "I want to know how it is, Doll, that the moment a dress gets on to your shoulders, it seems to brisk up, and be as cocky and proud of itself------"

[Again attempting to embrace him.

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Harry.Ìý°ÚAgain repulsing her.] Yes, well now I do know! Jolly proud and cocky your dresses ought to feel at this price! [Reads.] "Evening cloak of strawberry satin charmeuse, trimmed silk passementerie, motifs and fringed stoles of dull gold embroidery, thirty-five guineas." What's a motif?

Dolly.ÌýIt's a trimming---a lot of little touches---a sort of---a---a---a---[making a little descriptive gesture] a suggestion---a motif------

Harry.ÌýAnd Mr. John Spearman's motif is that I should pay him five hundred and fifty-six pounds. Well, I don't like Mr. John Spearman's motifs, and I'm not going to fall in with them. [Puts the bill on the table rather angrily, takes up another, reads.] "Artistic lingerie!" I wonder why all these people call themselves artists! "Underwear of daintiness and distinction."

Dolly.ÌýWell, you've always praised------

Harry.Ìý³Û±ð²õ. In future, I'm going to be very careful what articles of your dress I praise. "Three pairs of blue silk garters, forty-five shillings." [She has settled herself in the armchair, looking a little sulky and obstinate, leaning back and pettishly swinging one leg over the other.] What have you got to say to that?

Dolly.ÌýGarters are necessary.

Harry.ÌýYes, but why three? And why blue silk? Why don't you speak?

Dolly.ÌýThe garters can speak forÌý!

Harry.ÌýVery well. Garters that can speak for themselves can pay for themselves! [Dashes the bill on the table, takes up another. Reading.] Three bottles cÅ“ur de Janette---three bottles Souffle de Marguerite---fifteen pounds for scent---and I have to smoke sixpenny cigars! And sometimes only fourpenny!

Dolly.ÌýWell, if you will smoke those horrid strong[70]Ìýthings you can't wonder I have to disinfect the house for you.

Harry.ÌýDisinfect the houseÌýforÌýme! You'll very soon disinfect the houseÌýofÌýme! [Glances through the remaining bills, groans, puts them on the table, and walks about in despair.Ìý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýrises and is going off.] Where are you going?

Dolly.ÌýTo bed.

Harry.Ìý°ÚStopping her.] No! Now we've begun, we'll go through to the bitter end, if you please. I want you to explain------

Dolly.ÌýMy dear Harry, it will be quite useless for me to try to explain in your present state------

Harry.Ìý°ÚGetting furious.] In my present state------

Dolly.ÌýDancing about the room and shouting!------

Harry.ÌýI'm not shouting!

Dolly.ÌýYou're not shouting?!

Harry.ÌýNo, and if I am, isn't it enough to make a man shout when his wife------

²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýappears at the door in his dressing-gown and slippers.

Matt.ÌýExcuse my interrupting. But you know my room is just above this, and if you could manage to pitch your voices in rather a softer key------

Harry.ÌýBy Jove, I'd forgotten! We were getting a little noisy. I'm awfully sorry.

Matt.ÌýDon't mention it! The Professor gave me rather a stiff go of his Pableine, and I fancy it hasn't agreed with me [tapping his chest] for I can't get a wink of sleep. Is there a spoonful of whiskey about?

Harry.ÌýOn the sideboard in the dining-room.

Matt.ÌýThankee. [Tapping his chest.] Harry, when you get over fifty, don't change your nightcap, or any of your other bad habits.

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Harry.ÌýI won't. Now, Dolly------

Matt.Ìý°ÚAnxiously.] You won't perhaps be very long now?

Dolly.ÌýNo, we'd nearly finished------

Matt.ÌýNothing serious, I hope?

Dolly.ÌýHarry doesn't approve of my using scent.

Harry.ÌýNot in pailfuls. Certainly not.

Dolly.ÌýI had three small bottles------

Matt.ÌýMontaigne says that the sweetest perfume a woman can have, is to have none at all. [Exit.

Harry.ÌýNow, my darling, we shall best arrive at an understanding if we avoid all temper, and discuss it in a calm, business-like way.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚA little frightened.] Ye-es------

Harry.ÌýVery well then, bring up your chair, and let us go into it, figure by figure, item by item, and see how we stand.

Dolly.ÌýYe-es. [Bringing a chair a little way.] Harry, you aren't going to be as business-like as all that?

Harry.ÌýAs all what?

Dolly.ÌýI can't discuss it while you keep me at a distance! [Suddenly rushes at him, seats herself on his knee, puts his arm round her waist, kisses him.] There! now I feel I can discuss it thoroughly.

Harry.ÌýVery well [kisses her], so long as we do discuss it thoroughly.

Dolly.ÌýI began to get quite frightened of you, Mr. Jobling.

Harry.ÌýJobling?

Dolly.ÌýThe man Mr. Pilcher had to get a money-box for, because he swore at his wife!

Harry.ÌýOh, yes.

Dolly.ÌýYou got so angry---and shouted------

Harry.ÌýWell, there was no reason for that, especially as getting out of temper isÌýtheÌýone thing I'm quite resolved to conquer this New Year---[72]---

Dolly.Ìý°ÚKissing him.] Don't forget that!

Harry.Ìý°ÚKisses her.] Now, business, business! [Takes up a bill.] What have we here? Carchet, gantier et bonnetier, artiste---Hillo, here's another artist! In stockings this time. [Suddenly.] I say!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚFrightened.] Eh?

Harry.Ìý°ÚPoints to an item in bill.] Come now, Dolly---this is really too bad---this really is too bad!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚFrightened.] What?!

[Getting off his knee.

Harry.ÌýOne dozen pairs best silk hose, with clocks------

Dolly.ÌýYes---how much does that come to?

Harry.ÌýEleven pounds two------

Dolly.ÌýIt does seem rather a high price, but------

[Drawing up her dress and showing an inch or two of silk stocking.

Harry.ÌýYou're wearing them about the house?

Dolly.ÌýI can't go about the house without stockings. And I put them on for your especial benefit. [He utters a contemptuous exclamation.] They're a lovely quality------

[Drawing up her dress an inch or two higher.

Harry.ÌýI daresay. [Turning away.] I'm not going to admire your stockings, or your ostrich ruffles, or your blue silk garters, or your motifs, or anything that is yours! It's too expensive!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚDress an inch higher, looking down at her stockings.] It's the clocks you have to pay for------

Harry.ÌýI beg your pardon, it's the clocks I haven't got to pay for! And don't mean to---if I can help it. Idiotic thing to go and put clocks on stockings---[muttering] damned silly idiotic------

Dolly.ÌýAh! [Goes to table, brings the hospital box and puts it in front of him.] Double fine this time.[73]

Harry.ÌýWhat for?

Dolly.ÌýNaughty swear word, and getting out of temper.

Harry.ÌýOh well---[fumbling in his pocket] I did say d------, but I didn't get out of temper!

Dolly.ÌýYou didn't get out of temper?!?

Harry.ÌýNot at all. I'm quite calm. [Sulkily puts a shilling in the box.] There! [Seats himself at table.] Now we'll go quietly and methodically through the remainder------ [Taking up a bill, looks at it, exclaims.] Good heavens!

Dolly.ÌýGood heavens what?

Harry.Ìý°ÚIn a low exhausted tone with groans.] Good heavens! Good heavens! It's absolutely useless---Good heavens!

Dolly.ÌýBut what is it? [Coming up, looking over.

Harry.Ìý°ÚPoints to bill.] Four more hats! Nine on the other bill---four more here. Thirteen hats.

Dolly.ÌýNo, one was a toque.

Harry.ÌýBut can you explain?

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ. You said yourself that Madame Récamier was horribly expensive, so I left her and went to Jacquelin's---just to save your pocket------

Harry.ÌýNever save my pocket again, please.

Dolly.ÌýVery well, I won't.

Harry.ÌýNo, I daresay you won't, but I shall! I shall draw the strings very tightly in future. Save my pocket! [He is walking about distractedly.] Save my pocket. [Groans.

Dolly.ÌýNow, Harry, it's useless to take it in this way---you knew when you married me I hadn't got the money sense------

Harry.Ìý°ÚGroans.] I hadn't got any sense at all!

Dolly.ÌýVery likely not. But try and have a little now. What have I done? Run a little into debt, solely to please you.[74]

Harry.ÌýYes; well, now run out of it, and I shall be better pleased still.

Dolly.ÌýAfter all, running into debt is a positive virtue beside the things that some wives do!

Harry.ÌýOh, it's a positive virtue, is it?

Dolly.ÌýA husband is very lucky when his wife spends most of her time running up a few bills. It keeps her out of mischief. I'm sure you ought to feel very glad that I'm a little extravagant!

Harry.ÌýOh, I am! I am! I'm delighted!

[He sits at table, takes out a pencil, hurriedly puts down the amounts of the various bills---she creeps up behind him.

Dolly.ÌýWhat are you doing?

Harry.ÌýI'm totting up to see how lucky I am! Forty-one, one, six------ [Groans.] Ninety-four------ [Groans.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚHas crept up behind him, puts her arms round his neck.] Now, Harry, will you take my advice------?

Harry.Ìý±·´Ç.

Dolly.ÌýIt's past eleven.

[Trying to take the pencil out of his hand.

Harry.Ìý°ÚDisengaging her arms, speaking very sternly.] Will you have the goodness to let me have all your bills, so that I may know what help I shall need from my banker?

Dolly.ÌýHarry, you don't mean that? Oh, that's absurd with our income!

Harry.ÌýWill you have the goodness to do as I say, and at once, please? [He is dotting down figures. She stands still in the middle of the room.] Did you hear me?

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[She bursts into tears. He turns round and shows symptoms of relenting towards her, but steels himself and turns to the bills. She bursts into renewed tears. He goes on figuring.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚPiteously.] Harry! Harry! [Goes up to him and plucks his sleeve.] Harry!

Harry.Ìý°Â±ð±ô±ô?

[He turns and looks at her, is about to yield, but resists, turns away from her, settles resolutely to his figures.

Dolly.ÌýAnd on the first night of the New Year, too! Just as we were going to be so happy! Harry! [Holds out her arms appealingly.] Harry! °Ú±á²¹°ù°ù²âÌýsuddenly turns round and clasps her.] How could you be so unkind to me?

Harry.ÌýWas I? I didn't mean to be. Now! Dry your tears, and help me reckon this up------

Dolly.ÌýYe-es.

Harry.ÌýBut first of all let me have the remainder of the bills------

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ.

Harry.ÌýAt once, my darling---it's getting late.

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ. [Goes up to desk.] You won't reproach me?

Harry.ÌýOf course I won't.

Dolly.ÌýI can bear anything except your reproaches. Promise you won't reproach me.

Harry.ÌýI won't, unless------

Dolly.ÌýUnless what?

Harry.ÌýIt's something too awful.

Dolly.ÌýOh, it isn't. Not at all. Not at all. [Goes up to the desk, brings down about ten more bills with great affected cheerfulness.] There! You see, it's nothing.

Harry.Ìý°ÚHastily looking at the totals.] Nothing? You call these nothing!!?[76]

Dolly.ÌýNothing to speak about---nothing awful!

Harry.ÌýGood heavens! How any woman with the least care for her husband, or her home------ [looking at one total after another] how any woman with the leastÌý------ °Ú¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýgoes to him, puts her arms round him, tries to embrace---he repulses her.] No, please. I've had enough of that old dodge.

Dolly.ÌýDodge!

Harry.ÌýI remember that last two hundred pounds and how you sweedled me out of it!

Dolly.ÌýSweedled?

Harry.Ìý³Û±ð²õ! Sweedled!

Dolly.ÌýThere's no such word!

Harry.ÌýNo, but there's the thing! As most husbands know. [Referring to one bill after another, picking out items.] Lace coat, hand-made! En-tout-cas, studded cabochons of lapis lazuli---studded cabochons---studded cabochons!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚHas quietly seated herself, and is looking at the ceiling.] Couldn't you manage to pitch your voice in rather a softer key?

Harry.Ìý°ÚComes angrily down to her, bills in hand, speaks in a whisper, very rapidly and fiercely.] Yes! And I say that a woman who goes and runs up bills like these, [dashing the back of one hand against the bills in the other] while her husband is smoking threepenny cigars, will very soon bring herself and him to one of those new palatial workhouses where, thank heaven, the cuisine and appointments are nowÌýÌýwith a view of providing persons of your tastes with every luxury at the ratepayers' expense. [Returns angrily to the bills, turns them over.] Irish lace bolero! [Turns to another.] Fur motor coat, fifty-five guineas------

Dolly.Ìý°ÚCalmly gazing at the ceiling.] You told me to look as smart as Mrs. Colefield.[77]

Harry.ÌýNot at that price! If I'd known what that motor tour would cost by Jove! I'd------

Dolly.ÌýYou're getting noisy again. You'll wake my father.

Harry.ÌýHe ought to be waked! He ought to know what his daughter is saddling me with.

Dolly.ÌýVery well, if you don't care how shabby I look------

Harry.ÌýShabby! [Referring to bills.] Lace demi-toilette! Point de Venise lace Directoire coat! Shabby?

Dolly.ÌýMy dear Harry, do you suppose we shall ever agree as to what constitutes shabbiness?

Harry.ÌýNo, I'm hanged if we ever shall!

Dolly.ÌýThen suppose we drop the subject. For the future I shall endeavor to please you entirely.

Harry.ÌýOh, you will?

Dolly.ÌýBy dressing so that you'll be ashamed to be seen in the same street with me. I shall make myself a perfect fright---a perfect dowdy---a perfect draggletail!

Harry.ÌýThen I shall not be seen in the same street with you.

Dolly.ÌýYou won't?

Harry.ÌýNo, my dear. Make no mistake about that!

Dolly.ÌýYou'll be seen with somebody else, perhaps?

Harry.ÌýVery likely.

Dolly.ÌýHave you met Miss Smithson again?

Harry.ÌýNot since the last time.

Dolly.ÌýHave you seen her since we were at Folkestone?

Harry.ÌýWhat's that to do with your bills?

Dolly.ÌýA great deal. That night at dinner she told you her dress allowance was a hundred and twenty a year, and you said you wished she'd give me a few lessons in economy.[78]

Harry.ÌýI did not.

Dolly.ÌýPardon me, you did!

Harry.ÌýPardon me, I did not. I said she might giveÌýsomeÌýwomen a lesson in economy.

Dolly.ÌýYou did not! I heard every word of your conversation, and you distinctly asked her to give me, your wife, a few lessons in economy.

Harry.ÌýI'll swear I didn't!

Dolly.ÌýAsk my father! He was there.

Harry.ÌýVery well! I'll ask him the first thing in the morning.

Dolly.ÌýNo, to-night! You've accused me of deliberately saying what isn't true, and I------

Harry.ÌýI have not!

Dolly.ÌýYes, you have. And I insist on having it cleared up to-night! I don't suppose he's asleep! Fetch him down!

Harry.ÌýVery well! I will fetch him down! [Exit.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚPaces furiously up and down.] Me! Lessons in economy! Lessons in economy! Me! Lessons in economy!

Re-enterÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²â.

Harry.ÌýHe'll be down in aÌý! Meantime, [very angry] I want to know what any woman in this world wants with two dozen cache corsets?

[Banging his free hand on the bills.

Dolly.ÌýWe'll clear up Miss Smithson first------

Harry.ÌýNo, we will not clear up Miss Smithson------

Dolly.ÌýBecause you can't clear up Miss Smithson------

Harry.ÌýI can clear up Miss Smithson------

Dolly.ÌýYou cannot clear up Miss Smithson------

²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýappears at door in dressing-gown, rubbing his eyes and looking very sleepy.

Dad, you remember Miss Smithson---[79]---

Matt.Ìý°ÚComing in, very sleepy.] Smithson?

Dolly.ÌýThe girl at the hotel at Folkestone, that Harry paid so much attention to.

Harry.ÌýI paid no more attention to Miss Smithson than was absolutely necessary. Did I, Mr. Barron?

Dolly.ÌýOh! Oh! Dad, you remember------

Matt.ÌýNot for the moment------

Dolly.ÌýNot the disgraceful way Harry---there's no other word---carried on!

Harry.ÌýI did not carry on---Mr. Barron, I appeal to you.

Dolly.Ìý¶Ù²¹»å!

Matt.ÌýMy dear, I certainly did not notice------

Dolly.ÌýNo, he was far too careful to let anyone notice it, except his own wife!

Harry.ÌýYou lay your life when I do carry on my wife will be the last person I shall allow to notice it!

Dolly.ÌýI daresay! Dad, did you hear that?

Matt.Ìý³Û±ð²õ. [Rousing himself a little.] Now, Harry, what about this Miss Smithson?

Harry.ÌýThat's what I want to know!

Matt.ÌýWho is Miss Smithson?

Dolly.ÌýSurely you remember that lanky girl------

Harry.ÌýMiss Smithson is not lanky------

Dolly.ÌýNot lanky? Not lanky?! You can't have any eyes------!

Harry.ÌýThat's what I've often thought------

Dolly.Ìý°ÚExplodes.] Oh! Oh! Dad!

Matt.ÌýCome, Harry, let's clear this up. [Suddenly.] Smithson? Oh yes! The girl who sat on your left at your dinner party------

Dolly.ÌýThat's the one!

Matt.ÌýI should call her a trifle lanky, Harry.

Dolly.ÌýA trifle? Well, never mind! You remember that dinner party------

Matt.Ìý°ÚCautiously.] Ye-es.[80]

Dolly.ÌýYou remember how she waited for a lull in the talk, and then she said with that silly, simpering, appealing look------

Harry.ÌýMiss Smithson's look is not silly or simpering.

Dolly.ÌýWell, it's appealing, isn't it?

Harry.Ìý°ÚWith a little chuckle.] Oh, yes, it's appealing.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚEnraged.] Oh! Dad!

Matt.Ìý°ÚQuiets her.] Shush!---What did she say?

Dolly.ÌýShe said with a very marked glance at me, "My dress allowance is a hundred and twenty a year, and I don't understand how any reasonable woman can wish for more!" What do you think of that?

Matt.ÌýWell, if she did say that, and if she glanced at you, it------

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ?

Matt.ÌýIt wasn't very nice of her.

Dolly.ÌýNice? It was an insult! A direct, intentional, abominable insult, wasn't it?

Matt.ÌýYes, yes, decidedly, under the circumstances------

Dolly.ÌýAnd Harry ought to have resented it?

Matt.ÌýAt his own dinner table he couldn't, could he?

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ! At least, if he couldn't resent it, he ought to haveÌýshownÌýthat he resented it. Instead of that, he actually asked her to give me a few lessons in economy!

Harry.ÌýI did not!

Dolly.ÌýPardon me, you did! Me! his wife! Lessons in economy!

Harry.ÌýAnd a thundering good thing if she had given you a few before you ran up these bills!

[Dashes his hand on to the bills.

Dolly.ÌýThere! You hear?![81]

Matt.ÌýCome, Harry, you oughtn't to have asked another woman to give your wife lessons in economy.

Harry.ÌýI didn't!

Dolly.Ìý¶Ù²¹»å! You were there------

Matt.ÌýYes, but I don't quite remember------

Dolly.ÌýYou don't remember?! Surely you can remember a simple thing like that when your own daughter tells you it was so!

Matt.ÌýNow, Harry, what did you really say to Miss Smithson?

Harry.ÌýI said she might giveÌýsomeÌýwomen a lesson in economy.

Matt.ÌýNot meaning Dolly?

[Giving him a wink to say "No."

Harry.ÌýNo-o.

Dolly.ÌýThen whom did he mean? Lessons in economy? WhomÌýcouldÌýhe mean if he didn't mean me?

Harry.ÌýJust so!

Dolly.ÌýAh! There! You see, he owns it!

Matt.ÌýNo, no, I'm sure he doesn't mean it! Did you, Harry?

[Winking atÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²â.

Dolly.ÌýThen will he please say what he really does mean?

Matt.ÌýNow, Harry, what do you really mean?

Harry.ÌýWell, you remember that night of the dinner party at Folkestone.

Matt.Ìý°ÚCautiously.] Ye-es.

Harry.ÌýAfter they'd all gone you and I went into the smoking-room, didn't we?

Matt.Ìý°ÚCautiously.] Ye-es.

Harry.ÌýAnd you said, "Doll's in one of her high gales again!"

Dolly.ÌýHigh gales?! [Indignant.] Father! You didn't say that?

Matt.ÌýNo, no, my dear---[82]---

Harry.ÌýExcuse me, those were your exact words. High gales!

Matt.ÌýI don't remember.

Dolly.ÌýNo, you don't remember anything.

Harry.ÌýYou said, "What on earth was up between her and Miss Smithson at dinner?"

Dolly.ÌýYou see! That proves exactly what I said!

Harry.ÌýNo, by Jove, it proves that your father noticed what a confounded, cussed------

Dolly.ÌýGo on! Go on! Say it!

Matt.ÌýShush! Shush! Well, Harry, what did you say?

Harry.ÌýWell, not wishing to give Dolly away------

Dolly.ÌýHa! ha! Not wishing to give me away!

Harry.ÌýNot then! But, by Jove, if any decent chap were to come along now------

Dolly.Ìý°ÚExploding.] There! There! [ToÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.] And you sit there and hear my own husband insult me in my own house!

Matt.Ìý±·´Ç! No!

Dolly.ÌýBut there you sit! There you sit!

Matt.Ìý°ÚJumps up fiercely.] Now, Harry!

Harry.Ìý°ÚFiercely.] Well, now, Mr. Barron------

Dolly.ÌýWhy don't you defend me? Why don't you demand an apology?

Matt.ÌýWhat for?

Dolly.ÌýFor everything! For to-night! For that night at Folkestone!

Harry.ÌýThat night at Folkestone! Why, your father was quite on my side------

Matt.Ìý°Â³ó²¹³Ù?

Dolly.ÌýHe wasn't; were you, Dad?

Matt.ÌýNo---no.

Harry.Ìý°Â³ó²¹³Ù? [Fiercely.] Do you remember exactly what passed between us in the smoking-room, Mr. Barron?[83]

Matt.Ìý±·´Ç.

Harry.ÌýThen I'll tell you------

Matt.Ìý°ÚRetreating towards door.] No---no---I don't want to know------

Harry.Ìý°ÚFollowing him up, shouting a little.] You said, "I know what she's like in her high gales! I remember what the little devil was like at home."

Dolly.Ìý°ÚPursuing him up to door.] Father! You didn't say that!

Matt.ÌýNo---no, my darling---quite a mistake---quite a mistake---altogether a mistake.

[Gets thankfully off at back.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚCalls after him.] Then why don't you stay and tell him so!

Harry.Ìý°ÚShouts afterÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.] It's not a mistake!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚCalls afterÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.] It's cowardly of you to leave me here to be insulted.

Harry.Ìý°ÚGoes up to door, shouts.] It's not a mistake! You patted me on the back and said, "Poor chap! Poor chap!" You know you did! [Closes the door, comes fiercely down toÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â.] It's not a mistake! He could see you had insulted Miss Smithson.

Dolly.ÌýI had not insulted her! I was far too civil to her, considering that the next evening you took her out on the Leas, when you ought to have been at billiards------

Harry.ÌýI took her out on the Leas!

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ! You weren't in the billiard-room! So where were you? Where were you?

Harry.ÌýI jolly well don't know, and I---I------

Dolly.ÌýSay it! Say it!

Harry.ÌýI damned well don't care!

Dolly.ÌýAh!

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[She seizes the box, brings it up to him, puts it irritatingly in front of him; he seizes it, they struggle for it, trying to take it out of each other's hands; she screams, he tries to get it; there is a scuffle round the room; he tries to rub her knuckles; she makes a little feint to bite him; in the struggle the box drops on the floor a little below the table, right.

Dolly.ÌýJobling! Jobling! Jobling!

Harry.ÌýNow, madam, for the last time, have I all your bills?

Dolly.ÌýJobling! Jobling! Jobling!

Harry.ÌýHave I all your bills?

Dolly.ÌýJobling! Jobling! Jobling!

Harry.ÌýOnce more, madam, have I all your bills?

Dolly.ÌýNo, you haven't!

Harry.ÌýThen please hand them over to me this instant, so that I may take proceedings.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚLaughing.] Proceedings! Ha! Take your proceedings!

Harry.ÌýBy Jove! I will take proceedings.

Dolly.ÌýTake them! Take them!

Harry.Ìý°ÚWalking about furiously with the bills.] So this is the way the money goes! [Banging the bills.] While I have to smoke twopenny cigars! And can't get a decent dinner!

Dolly.ÌýYou can't get a decent dinner?

Harry.Ìý±·´Ç! Look at those messes last night. They weren't fit for a cook-shop.

Dolly.ÌýOh! Oh! Oh! Get a housekeeper! Get a housekeeper!

Harry.ÌýBy Jove! that's what I mean to do!

Dolly.ÌýHave Miss Smithson! Send for her to-morrow morning! I'll hand her over the keys!

Harry.Ìý°ÚShouting.] And please hand me over the rest of your bills! The rest of your bills, madam!

°Ú¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýmarches up to the desk.

[85]

²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýappears at door in dressing-gown.

Matt.ÌýI can't get a wink of sleep------

°Ú¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýtakes out about twenty more bills.

Harry.ÌýI insist on seeing the whole lot! So there!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚFlourishing the bills, strewing them on the floor.] Well there! And there! And there! And there! Now you've got the whole lot! And I hope you're satisfied. I'm going into Renie's room! [Exit.

Harry.ÌýI insist on your going through these bills------

[Following her off. Their voices are heard retreating upstairs,Ìý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýsaying, "go through the bills! Send for Miss Smithson! Have her here to-morrow morning! Take your proceedings,"Ìý±á²¹°ù°ù²âÌýsaying, "I insist on going through the bills to-night! Do you hear, madam, I insist! Will you come down and go through these bills," etc.

Matt.Ìý°ÚListens, as their voices die away. When the voices have ceased, he surveys the scene.] We're making a splendid start for the New Year!

[Sees the box on the floor, picks it up, carefully places it on table and goes off.

CURTAIN.


[86]

(A year passes between Acts III and IV.)

ACT FOUR

³§³¦±ð²Ô±ð:ÌýThe same.

°Õ¾±³¾±ð:ÌýAfternoon of January 1st, 1908.

EnterÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õ,Ìýfollowed byÌý°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ð.Ìý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýhas his left collar-bone broken, and his arm is strapped across his breast; his coat is buttoned loosely over the arm, the left sleeve hanging down.

Lucas.ÌýThey've gone to meet me?

Criddle.ÌýYes, sir.

Lucas.ÌýBy the road?

Criddle.ÌýYes, sir.

Lucas.ÌýThat's how I've missed them. My car broke down the other side of the clump, and so I walked over the fields.

Criddle.ÌýYes, sir. I beg pardon, I hope the arm isn't serious.

Lucas.ÌýNo, Criddle. Just serious enough to get me a couple of months' leave, so that I could spend the New Year in England.

Criddle.ÌýYou had it very hot in India, I suppose, sir?

Lucas.ÌýBlazing!

Criddle.ÌýWe've got the same old weather here, you see, sir.

Lucas.ÌýSame old weather! Had any visitors for Christmas, Criddle?

Criddle.ÌýMr. Barron, of course, and Professor and Mrs. Sturgess.

Lucas.ÌýSame old visitors---same visitors, I should say. Mr. Pilcher still Vicar here, I suppose?

Criddle.ÌýYes, sir. He gave us a wonderful sermon at the old year's service last night.[87]

Lucas.ÌýSame old sermon!

Criddle.ÌýNo, sir. Not exactly the same sermon, though it had similar points to last year. Ah! You came over for the old year's service last year?

Lucas.ÌýYes, and a rattling good sermon it was!

Criddle.ÌýVery powerful and persuading, wasn't it, sir? It even touched me up a bit.

Lucas.ÌýIn what way, Criddle?

Criddle.ÌýI used to have my ten bob on any horse as I fancied, but I never put a farthing on anything---not even on Sulky Susan for the Oaks.

Lucas.ÌýYou didn't?

Criddle.ÌýNo, and thank God, in a manner of speaking, that I didn't, for she never pulled it off. I owe that to Mr. Pilcher. No, I never touched a thing till the Leger. That reminds me------

Lucas.ÌýWhat, Criddle?

Criddle.ÌýWhy, last year, after Mr. Pilcher's sermon, the master had a collecting box, and when he found himself going a bit off the straight he used to put in a shilling or half-a-crown for Mr. Pilcher's blanket fund------

Lucas.ÌýYes, of course! And Uncle Matt promised him a sovereign for each of us if we had carried out our good resolutions. Is that coming off, Criddle?

Criddle.ÌýI expect it is, sir. Mr. Pilcher is coming here this afternoon, and the master told me to be sure and find the box before he gets here.

Lucas.ÌýFind the box?

Criddle.ÌýNobody has seen anything of it for some months. Excuse me, sir, I must look for it.

[88]

[ExitÌý°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ð.

³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýtakes out letter from an unsealed envelope, glances through it, sits at table, takes out pencil, adds a short note, puts letter in envelope, seals it up, puts it in his tail pocket, goes to conservatory, looks in.Ìý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýenters at door behind him. She starts, as he turns round.

Renie.Ìý°ÚIn a whisper.] You're here already?

Lucas.ÌýYes------

Renie.ÌýYour wound?

Lucas.ÌýMuch better. Nearly well.

Renie.ÌýI'm so glad------

Lucas.ÌýI'm not. I shall have to cut it back to India directly. Why didn't you answer my last letter?

Renie.ÌýI did---and tore it up.

Lucas.ÌýTore it up?

Renie.ÌýWhat's the use? I told you last year we could never be anything to each other!

Lucas.ÌýBut you didn't mean it?

[He seizes her hand and kisses it several times.

Renie.Ìý°ÚFeebly attempting to withdraw it.] Yes---yes, I did. Hush!

Lucas.ÌýI want you to read this. [Shows her the letter.

Matt.Ìý°ÚHeard through the door which is open a few inches.] Have you found the box, Criddle?

Criddle.ÌýNo, sir. I've hunted everywhere.

Matt.ÌýHave another look. We must have it ready for Mr. Pilcher.

²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýenters. MeantimeÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýhas crept to upper conservatory door and gone off signing toÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýto keep silence. He has taken the letter out of his pocket and held it up for her to see, putting it back beforeÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýenters.

Matt.ÌýAh, Lucas. So you've got here. Happy New Year!

Lucas.ÌýHappy New Year, Uncle Matt. [Cordially shaking hands.

Matt.ÌýGlad to see you back in England.

Lucas.ÌýGlad to be back!

Matt.ÌýHow's the arm?[89]

Lucas.ÌýSplendid---nearly well. Dolly and Harry all right?

Matt.ÌýFirst rate. They'll be here directly.

Lucas.ÌýThe Sturgesses are here again, Criddle tells me.

Matt.ÌýYe-es.

Lucas.ÌýGray matter still going strong?

Matt.ÌýBooming.

Lucas.ÌýHow's Mrs. Sturgess?

Matt.ÌýAs usual, a little inclined to flop about and play act------

Lucas.Ìý³Û±ð²õ. Jolly good-looking woman though, eh?

Matt.ÌýVery. Lucas------

Lucas.Ìý°Â±ð±ô±ô?

Matt.ÌýYou're quite cured, eh?

Lucas.ÌýCured?

Matt.ÌýOf your infatuation for her.

Lucas.ÌýInfatuation? Well, I admired her, and perhaps it was lucky I was ordered out to India------

Matt.ÌýI managed that for you, my boy.

Lucas.ÌýYou did!?

Matt.ÌýSir John wanted a smart A.D.C., so I drove over to Aldershot, urged your claims, and got you the appointment.

Lucas.ÌýSo that was why I was packed off. It was you who------

Matt.ÌýAren't you thankful I did?

Lucas.ÌýYes, much obliged to you, much obliged!

Matt.ÌýSo you ought to be. And so's the lady.

Lucas.ÌýIs she?

Matt.Ìý³Û±ð²õ. When we got your wire yesterday saying you'd motor down to-day, Dolly had a long talk with her, and the result was she thanked Dolly and me for getting you out of the way and saving her from you.[90]

Lucas.ÌýDid she?

Matt.ÌýYes, for twenty minutes. She kissed Dolly, and I think she would have kissed me, only I didn't feel myself quite worthy.

Lucas.ÌýOh, so that's all settled!

Matt.ÌýThat's all settled. At least, let's hope so.

Lucas.ÌýWhat do you mean?

Matt.ÌýWell, you won't come------

Lucas.Ìý°Â³ó²¹³Ù?

Matt.ÌýThe same old game.

Lucas.ÌýWhat same old game?

Matt.ÌýWhy,ÌýtheÌýsame old game!

Lucas.ÌýYou must be judging me by yourself, when you were young.

Matt.ÌýMy dear boy, that's just what I am doing. Lucas, there's not going to be any repetition------

Lucas.ÌýNo---no.

Matt.ÌýBecause it isn't the right thing to do, is it?

Lucas.Ìý±·´Ç.

Matt.ÌýVery well then, don't do it!

Lucas.ÌýI won't! [Listening.] Ah! °Ú¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýandÌýHarry'sÌývoices heard in hall] Dolly and Harry!

¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýandÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²âÌýenter very lovingly.

Lucas.ÌýHillo, Doll, old girl! Happy New Year!

Dolly.ÌýHappy New Year, Lu!

Lucas.ÌýHarry, old brick, how goes it?

Harry.ÌýSplendid!

Lucas.ÌýHappy New Year!

Harry.ÌýHappy New Year! [Looking lovingly atÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â.] By Jove, Doll, you can foot it. [ToÌýLucas.] Doll and I have just raced up from the farm. She licked me! bless her!

Dolly.ÌýYes, because you encouraged me!

Harry.Ìý°ÚLooking at her lovingly and admiringly, kisses her heartily.] There aren't many things this little woman can't do.[91]

Dolly.ÌýWhen you encourage me!

Harry.ÌýOh, I'll encourage you!

[He again kisses her heartily.

Harry.ÌýWell, Lu, old boy, glad to see you home again. Arm pretty bad?

Lucas.ÌýNo, nearly well, unfortunately.

Dolly.ÌýDown for the day?

Lucas.ÌýWell, now my car has broken down, I was wondering if you'd put me up------

Dolly.Ìý°ÚFirmly.] No. We shall be pleased for you to stay to dinner.

Harry.ÌýThere's the spare room, Doll.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚFirmly.] No. That may be wanted for Renie or myself.

Harry.Ìý°ÚHalf aside to her.] I say, not for you, old girl!

Lucas.ÌýOh, well, I shall have to get a shake-down at the Red Lion.

EnterÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýat back, still in outdoor clothes.

Renie.Ìý°ÚFeigning a little surprise.] Captain Wentworth! A happy New Year!

Lucas.ÌýHappy New Year, Mrs. Sturgess.

[Shaking hands.

Renie.ÌýSo sorry to hear of your wound!

Lucas.ÌýOh, it's healed, thank you.

Renie.ÌýI'm so glad. Shall you be making a long stay in England?

Lucas.ÌýI fear only a few days longer.

Renie.ÌýI'm sorry your visit will be so short.

°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ðÌýenters triumphantly with the hospital box which is very mouldy and dusty---he has also duster in his hand.

Criddle.ÌýI've found him, sir---

Matt.ÌýRather mouldy, eh?[92]

Criddle.ÌýOh, we'll soon put that to rights, sir.

[Begins to dust the box carefully.

Matt.ÌýLooks well for your household discipline here, Harry.

Harry.Ìý±á´Ç·É?

Matt.ÌýYou've had no occasion to use him lately.

Criddle.Ìý°ÚDisplaying the box, having carefully dusted it.] There he is, sir, Hospital for Incurables! Nearly as good as new.

Matt.ÌýWhere did you find him?

Criddle.ÌýIn the wine-cellar, of all places! I was getting out a bottle of the sixty-eight port for New Year's night, and happening to put my hand behind, there he was!

Harry.Ìý°ÚHas a sudden gesture of remembrance.] Yes, I remember!

Matt.ÌýWhat should incurables be doing in the wine-cellar? [Holds out his hand toÌý°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ðÌýfor the box.ÌýCriddle,Ìýwho has been holding it carefully, gives it toÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.ÌýExitÌý°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ð.Ìý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýgives the box a shake. It rattles as if half full of coins. He shakes it again, more violently; it rattles again.] Internal organs sound healthy. How did he get into the wine-cellar, Harry?

Harry.ÌýWell, Dolly and I had been having a little tiff one morning---nothing serious------

Matt.Ìý±·´Ç. When was that?

Harry.ÌýMarch, wasn't it?

Dolly.ÌýMay, I think------

Harry.ÌýNo, it wasn't that one---Well, never mind, I got so riled at Dolly always poking this box in front of me whenever I happened to---so I thought the wine-cellar would be the safest place for it.

Matt.Ìý°ÚGives it another rattle.] Well, here he is, turned up just at the right moment! And here you all are, Dolly, Harry, Lucas, Mrs. Sturgess---all[93]Ìýclamouring for me to redeem my promise and put in a sovereign for each of you.

°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ðÌýappears at door announcingÌýMr. Pilcher.Ìý±Ê¾±±ô³¦³ó±ð°ùÌýenters with four oblong brown paper parcels of equal size. ExitÌý°ä°ù¾±»å»å±ô±ð.

Pilcher.ÌýHappy New Year to you all! Excuse me. [Depositing his parcels.] My New Year's gifts to a few of my parishioners!

Dolly.ÌýNew Year's gifts!

Pilcher.ÌýTo those who need them. [Shaking hands with her.] Happy New Year, Mr. Barron!

[Shaking hands.

Matt.ÌýHappy New Year!

Pilcher.ÌýHow do this morning, Telfer! °Ú±á²¹°ù°ù²âÌýnods.] My dear Mrs. Sturgess! [Shaking hands.

Renie.ÌýHappy New Year! What a lovely sermon you gave us again last night!

Pilcher.ÌýLovely! Well, say healthy, bracing.

Harry.ÌýA jolly good rouser again. Made me feel---well------

[Gives himself a shake.

Pilcher.ÌýAh, Captain Wentworth, happy New Year!

Lucas.Ìý°ÚShaking hands.] Happy New Year!

Pilcher.ÌýI heard you were wounded------

Lucas.ÌýOh, that's done with.

Matt.ÌýWe were just talking about our New Year's inquest------

Pilcher.ÌýInquest?!

Matt.ÌýInto the characters of Dolly and Harry and------

[Glancing atÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýandÌýLucas.

Dolly.ÌýOh, please don't talk about inquests. Nobody's character is dead here.

Matt.ÌýI hope not! We shall see------

Lucas.ÌýUncle, you don't really mean------

Matt.ÌýIt was a bona fide bargain on my side, but if you wish to avoid any awkward little exposures, or[94]Ìýif Mr. Pilcher will kindly waive his claims to my contributions------

Pilcher.ÌýI'm afraid I can't. I have come here for the express purpose of bearing away my trophy---Ah! [Seeing box on table, takes it, gives it a shake; his features assume a pleasant smile.] It seems to have proved a very wholesome household regulator.

Harry.ÌýYes, by Jove! It hadn't been in the house twenty-four hours before I put in a sovereign.

Pilcher.ÌýA sovereign?

Harry.ÌýThe first night of last year Dolly and I had a little tiff---nothing serious---and so the next morning I made it up and---didn't I, Dolly?------

Dolly.ÌýYou did! And paid my bills like a lamb, you dear!

Pilcher.ÌýAnd put in a sovereign? [Rattles the box again.] I won't say "Don't have any more household tiffs," but I will say "Don't omit to liquidate them." [Gives the box another rattle.] The box must have been in pretty constant use since------

Harry.ÌýYe-es.

Professor SturgessÌýenters at back, with the proofs of his book in his hand.

Prof.ÌýHow do you do?

Pilcher.Ìý°ÚHas put down box.] How do you do? [Shaking hands.] Happy New Year!

Prof.ÌýHappy New Year to you! [ToÌýLucas.] How d'ye do?

Lucas.ÌýFirst rate. Happy New Year!

[Shaking hands.

Prof.ÌýThank you. An accident?

Lucas.ÌýBit of one. Getting over it.

Prof.ÌýIf I might recommend the constant use of Pableine.

Lucas.ÌýOh, thanks, it's quite well---[95]---

Prof.ÌýTry Pableine. It's a wonderful restorative. I'm intruding------

[Looking round.

Pilcher.ÌýNot at all. We were just about to settle the question Mr. Barron raised last New Year's day------

Prof.ÌýOh, yes; I remember! Curiously enough I have only this morning received the proofs of my new volume, "Free Will, the Illusion."

[Showing the proofs toÌýPilcher.

Pilcher.ÌýVery interesting. I should like to discuss the matter with you, but [taking out watch] I have so many New Year's calls to make. [Looking atÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.] Perhaps we ought to get on with the---a------

Matt.ÌýInquest.

Pilcher.ÌýVindication.

Matt.Ìý°ÚAccepting the correction.] Vindication.

Prof.ÌýI may perhaps be allowed to point out that Mr. Barron's novel and humorous experiment can in no sense be said to settle, or even to touch, the question of Free Will, which as I have proved here depends upon------ [Again offering the proof.

Pilcher.ÌýI should like to look through those sheets, but------

[Glancing atÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù.

Prof.ÌýYou shall! I have put the whole argument into the concrete case of Sarah Mumford------

Pilcher.ÌýSarah Mumford?

Prof.ÌýThe baby farmer------

Matt.ÌýSarah's gray matter gone watery?

Prof.ÌýNot watery, but she had a yellow effusion------

Matt.ÌýI suppose that's just as bad?

Prof.ÌýQuite.

Matt.ÌýWhat did they do with her?

Prof.ÌýThey hanged her. They then discovered extensiveÌýÌýand this yellow effusion------

Matt.ÌýPity they didn't discover that before they hanged her.[96]

Prof.ÌýMy exact point! Where is the justice of punishing a woman whose gray matter functions perversely? It is nothing short of a crime.

Dolly.ÌýBut she had suffocated five dear little babies?

Matt.ÌýHow could she avoid suffocating babies if she had a yellow effusion in her brain?

Prof.ÌýPrecisely my argument------

[Puts his proofs intoÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù'²õÌýhands. Points out a passage.Ìý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù,Ìýa little embarrassed, takes them, looks through them.]

Prof.ÌýThe point I wish to establish is this. While we all allow that extensive or recognizable diseases of, or injuries to, the brain, free a man from responsibility and punishment, how can we logically mete out blame or praise, punishment or reward to our ordinary acts, thoughts, and impulses, seeing that all our acts, thoughts, and impulses, good or bad, virtuous or criminal, are equally the mere expressions of certain inevitable physical changes in the brain, the mere register on the dial plate of consciousness of necessary predetermined complications in the working of certain atoms of the gray matter of our cortex?

Matt.ÌýQuite so! Quite so! °Ú¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýis about to speak, butÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýhushes her down with a warning look and sign.] The Professor wants to say with Socrates that no man would be such a fool as to do wrong, if he could possibly help it.

Prof.ÌýWell, if you like to put it that way------

Pilcher.ÌýAnd now perhaps we might proceed. Can you remember the exact terms, Mr. Barron?

Matt.ÌýI am to pay a sovereign for everyone of your hearers who has so far benefited by the wise admonitions of your last year's sermon as to have broken off his bad habits, or some especial bad habit------

Lucas.ÌýWe aren't bound to say what the habit is that we've broken off?[97]

Matt.ÌýI don't wish to be inquisitive, but if you don't mention the particular bad habit, you will have to give me your word of honor that you've conquered it. [Putting down proofs on table, taking up the money-box, giving it a shake.] Now, who will be first to step into the confessional? [Looking round.

Dolly.ÌýI will. As I've nothing to confess.

Matt.ÌýNothing?

Dolly.Ìý±·´Ç. I had what some husbands might think a bad habit, but------

Harry.ÌýNo bills this Christmas, eh, Doll?

Dolly.Ìý±·´Ç.

Harry.ÌýYou're sure now, my darling?

Dolly.ÌýNone of any importance.

Harry.ÌýWhat do you mean of any importance?

Dolly.ÌýWell, you must have some bills---they grow up before you know---such as Doctors' bills---you can't settle them all on the spur of the moment, but I've nothing---nothing of importance. So please put in your sovereign for me, Dad, and look pleasant about it.

Matt.ÌýYou declare upon your word of honor that you have broken off your bad habit of running up bills?

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ.

Matt.ÌýEntirely?

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ. You said you wouldn't be inquisitive.

Matt.ÌýYes, but------

Pilcher.ÌýMrs. Telfer has given her word. I think I may claim one victory for free will, [nodding victoriously at theÌý±Ê°ù´Ç´Ú±ð²õ²õ´Ç°ùÌýwho shakes his head], and one sovereign for the Blanket Club.

Matt.Ìý±á³Ü³¾! [Draws a sovereign out of his pocket and very reluctantly drops it into the box, shakes his head atÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýwho looks a little uncomfortable.] Who volunteers next?

Renie.ÌýI do. No---I'll wait a little---I want to make[98]Ìýsure that I am perfectly honest with myself and with everybody.

Matt.ÌýThat perhaps may need a little consideration, Lucas?

Lucas.ÌýOh, let Harry have his doing first!

Matt.ÌýNow, Harry!

Harry.ÌýOh, well, here goes! I'm going to make a clean breast. The fact is I've made a thundering mess of it.

Matt.ÌýAh!

Harry.ÌýI did begin all right except for a little tiff with Dolly---and then I kept on pretty well for some time, and then---well I don't know---I seemed to go all to pieces and---[²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýrattles the money-box.] However, better luck this year.

Pilcher.ÌýShall we say a little more resolution?

Harry.ÌýOh, I mean to pull myself together this year.

Matt.ÌýPerhaps you tried too much reforming, Harry---too many irons in the fire, eh?

Harry.ÌýWell, it's jolly hard to keep it up. And I'd got pretty slack till you woke us up last night---I say, that was a rouser again.

Pilcher.ÌýIt wasn't a very bad sermon, was it? Well now for the next year shall we make one especial effort in one especial direction---Say------

Dolly.ÌýTemper, eh, Harry?

Harry.ÌýRight, old girl! Oh, I mean it.

Matt.ÌýNo victory for free will, and the Blanket Club, this time. Game and game, eh? Now which of you two------

[Looking atÌý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýandÌýLucas.

Renie.ÌýI'll be your first victim. [Coming into the middle of the room, and posing.] It's so strange that what you started as a jest------

Matt.ÌýOh no, in deadly earnest I assure you.

Renie.ÌýIn this life who knows what is jest and what[99]Ìýis earnest? The least little innocent thing may turn to a tragedy in a moment------

Matt.ÌýSurely you haven't had any little tragedies?

Renie.ÌýNo, last year a mere little circumstance might have turned to a tragedy---honestly I wasn't to blame, but perhaps I was a little careless, and two dear friends came to me with their counsel, and what might have been a tragedy was turned to a comedy, thanks to those two dear friends!

Prof.ÌýMy dear, may I ask "what circumstance" you are alluding to?

Matt.ÌýWe said we wouldn't be inquisitive------

Prof.ÌýNo, but I cannot recall anything in my wife's life during the last twelve months that even approached a tragedy------

Renie.ÌýI said the affair was quite unimportant------

Prof.ÌýThen I wish, my dear, you wouldn't magnify everything, and I wish you would read solid scientific works in place of rubbishy French novels---and above all, take a little more regular exercise!

Matt.ÌýPerhaps Mrs. Sturgess may consider that little point during the coming year. Meantime, [ToÌýRenie] may we be confident your little tragedy is ended------

Renie.ÌýOh yes, quite.

Matt.ÌýWe needn't ask its nature, but you give us your word of honor?

[Looks at her very searchingly and speaking seriously.]

Renie.ÌýYes, my word of honor.

Matt.ÌýThank you.

Pilcher.ÌýAnother victory.

Matt.Ìý°ÚLooks searchingly at her, drops a sovereign in the box.] Lucas?

Lucas.Ìý°ÚComing cheerfully forward.] My turn for the thumbscrew!

Matt.ÌýYou seem very cheerful about it.[100]

Lucas.ÌýYes, I'm going to make a jolly good show.

Matt.ÌýWhat particular bad habit have you conquered during the past year?

Lucas.ÌýI don't know that I've conquered any one in particular, but I've had a regular good go in all round, so altogether I can pat myself on the back.

Matt.ÌýBut I want to know one particular habit conquered---for instance, you weren't very careful what ladies you made love to, or how many of them at the same time------

Lucas.ÌýI say, Uncle Matt, drop this------

Matt.ÌýAnd a year or two ago you went just a little bit off the straight------

Lucas.ÌýOh no I didn't.

Matt.ÌýI want to know------

Lucas.ÌýThank you, no more thumbscrew. I'm out of this before it goes any further.

Matt.ÌýIt isn't going any further. [Putting his hand onÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õ'²õÌýshoulder.] Give me your word of honor------

Lucas.ÌýThat's all very well, it wasn't a very bad case, and I don't think you should have brought it up. But as you have---well, I did meet a lady, and I was very much attracted to her, but I summoned all my resolution, and there the matter ended.

Pilcher.ÌýI think I may claim a victory here.

Lucas.ÌýSo please put in your sovereign.

Matt.Ìý°ÚVery seriously.] If you will give me your word of honor that you have absolutely broken off------

Lucas.ÌýYes, yes, of course I have.

[²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýputs in a sovereign, hands the box toÌýPilcher.

Pilcher.ÌýThree victories and one draw out of four. Most satisfactory. [Taking out watch.] I must hurry off to the White House and see what they're doing there. [Rattling the box.] Excellent results! So[101]Ìýexcellent that I think I'm justified in making you a little New Year's gift.

[Going to his heap of brown-paper parcels.

Dolly.ÌýA New Year's gift! How kind of you! To me?

Pilcher.Ìý°ÚOpening his parcel.] To you and your husband. To your husband in particular, because, although he may have fallen a little short of perfection during the last year---like some of the rest of us---yet I feel sure that during this coming year---[They have all been watching him curiously; he has now opened the parcel and displays a very bright brand new collecting box, with Crookbury Blanket Club painted on it, in large letters. It is much larger than the hospital box.] My household regulator! [Giving it toÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚWho has shown considerable disappointment on the opening of the parcel.] Crookbury Blanket Club! Thank you so much, for Harry's sake. Harry! For you, dear.

[She gives the box toÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²â,Ìýwho places it on the same table.]

Dolly.ÌýYou call it the household regulator?

Pilcher.ÌýYes---I have suggested it to several of my brethren. Oh, its use will become very general throughout the diocese.

Dolly.ÌýYou think it will work well?

Pilcher.ÌýIt cannot fail. A box of this character---larger or smaller, according to the size of the family and their behaviour is left at each house on the first of the year. All little failings, peccadilloes, and asperities are strictly fined. The inevitable result is that either the family behaviour improves, or the parish charities benefit. I'm starting its operation in my parish to-day. Forgive any inexcusable rudeness in leaving the first box with you. I must hurry off! [Shaking hands.] Good-bye, Professor.[102]

Prof.ÌýI should like to make that point clear with regard to free will------

Pilcher.ÌýWhen you have an hour, or shall I say a year, to spare, we might argue it out------

Prof.ÌýYou're going to the White House? If I might accompany you------

Pilcher.ÌýDelighted!

[Shakes hands in dumb show withÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýandÌý±á²¹°ù°ù²â.

Prof.ÌýRenie, you've had your restless fits again. You'd better come with us------

Renie.ÌýBut I've already been walking------

Prof.ÌýMy dear, this bracing country air is just what you need. Keep out in it all the day long------

Renie.ÌýOh, very well---the White House, and the fish-pond as usual, I suppose?

Prof.ÌýAs usual. Come along.

[Exit.Ìý¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýslightly shrugs her shoulders, very slightly glances atÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýand exit afterÌýProfessor.

Lucas.ÌýThe dear old fish-pond! We might all take a stroll there!

Matt.ÌýGood idea! The dear old fish-pond! We might all take a stroll there!

[Linking his arm withÌýLucas.

Lucas.Ìý°ÚSuspicious, holding back.] I don't know that I care---we went there last year------

Matt.ÌýWe did! Same old game, eh? Come along.

[DragsÌý³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýoff.

Pilcher.Ìý°ÚHas been gathering up his parcels.] Well, good-bye! Good-bye! [Rattles the hospital box vigorously.] Three splendid victories for free will and moral resolution!

[Exit, rattling the box.

[103]

Harry.ÌýDoll, you really haven't got any bills this year?

Dolly.Ìý±·´Ç! no! Only the few little oddments that no woman can prevent.

Harry.ÌýYou might let me see the little oddments------

Dolly.ÌýI will. [Suddenly.] Oh Harry, I quite forgot! Do forgive me!

Harry.Ìý°Â³ó²¹³Ù?

Dolly.ÌýI never wrote the geyser bath people!

Harry.ÌýNever mind the geyser bath.

Dolly.ÌýAnd only this morning you rowed me because I hadn't got it ready for the New Year! Where did you put their address?

Harry.ÌýI don't know! Somewhere upstairs among my papers.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚGently pushing him off.] I can just catch to-night's post! Make haste and get it! Quick! There's a dear! And then we can get the bath fixed up for you next week.

Harry.ÌýYe---es. I say, Doll, I mean to get those oddments fixed up to-night.

[Taps the writing-case significantly and exit.Ìý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýlooks frightened, sees him off, goes up to writing-desk, takes out bills, looks at them, throws up her arms in despair, groans, slams down the writing-desk, looks at the chair she has touched in first act, shows great resolution, marches up and touches it.

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ! Yes! I have got free will.

[Goes back from it, again looks at it, again marches up to it, touches it.

Dolly.ÌýThen why do I keep on having bills?

RenieÌýenters in great agitation and distress.[104]

Renie.ÌýOh, Dolly!

Dolly.ÌýWhat's the matter?

Renie.ÌýOh, Dolly!

Dolly.ÌýWhat is it?

Renie.Ìý°ÚThrows her arms roundÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýaffectionately.] You've always been such a true friend to me------

Dolly.ÌýYes, dear.

Renie.ÌýMore like a sister. And I know I may trust you now.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚA little suspicious.] Yes. Has anything happened?

Renie.Ìý³Û±ð²õ. Oh, Dolly------

Dolly.ÌýTell me!

Renie.ÌýAs we were going out at the garden gate, Captain Wentworth held out a letter behind his back for me to take------

Dolly.Ìý°Â³ó²¹³Ù?!

Renie.ÌýBut now his arm is wounded he couldn't manage it properly, and he dropped it. I hurried to pick it up, and then my husband noticed and insisted on reading it------

Dolly.ÌýWhat was in the letter?

Renie.ÌýIt wasn't so very bad, but my husband has chosen to jump to a wrong conclusion, and---oh, Dolly, you can help me!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚColdly, relaxing her embrace.] How?

Renie.ÌýIf you'd only let me tell my husband that I was receiving it for you------

Dolly.Ìý°Â³ó²¹³Ù?!

Renie.ÌýThere was no address, and fortunately it was so worded that it showed that you weren't really guilty.

Dolly.ÌýOh! I wasn't really guilty?

Renie.ÌýIn fact, it proves your complete innocence.

Dolly.ÌýI'm glad of that.[105]

Renie.ÌýThen you'll let me say it was you?

Dolly.Ìý±·´Ç! You can't suppose I should let my own cousin make love to me in my own house?!

Renie.ÌýYou won't help me?

Dolly.ÌýYes, any way but that! How could you be so foolish?

Renie.ÌýI don't know. When I heard yesterday he was coming, I quite made up my mind I'd have nothing to say to him! Dolly, free will must be an illusion, or else why am I always doing the things I don't mean to do. Oh, what shall I do?

Dolly.ÌýAs you are completely innocent, you'd better ask your husband to forgive you.

Renie.ÌýYe---es. No! As it is a perfectly pure and exalted attachment I shall take that ground---at any rate at first, and see what he says. You'll help me all you can?

Dolly.ÌýYes, but promise me you'll have nothing to do with Lucas in future!

Renie.ÌýNo, indeed! if I once get out of this.

Dolly.ÌýVery well! I'll see what I can do.---Hush!

TheÌý±Ê°ù´Ç´Ú±ð²õ²õ´Ç°ùÌýenters with a letter in his hand,Ìý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýsoothing him.

Prof.Ìý°ÚVery angry.] Not a word more, if you please. Mrs. Telfer, you have doubtless heard------

Dolly.ÌýYes------?

Prof.ÌýI leave for London to-night-to consult my lawyer. Mrs. Sturgess will, I trust, return to her friends until------

Matt.ÌýPerhaps Mrs. Sturgess may be able to explain------

Prof.ÌýWhat explanation can be offered of language like this. [Reading from letter.] "From the first moment I saw you, I felt that you were entirely different from any woman I have ever met------" A[106]Ìýmonstrously inexact statement to start with. And a woman who is capable of practising such deceit------

°Ú¸é±ð²Ô¾±±ðÌýbursts into tears.

Matt.ÌýI think you ought to hear what Mrs. Sturgess has to say------

Renie.Ìý°ÚThrough her tears.] What would be the use? With such a nature as his he could never begin to understand the loyal and exalted devotion which Captain Wentworth feels for me! No, all my life I have been misunderstood, misjudged, condemned! Let it be so till the end! Dolly, come and help me pack!

[Exit.Ìý²Ñ²¹³Ù³ÙÌýgoes up to table and takes up proofs ofÌýProfessor'sÌýbook and looks through them.

Dolly.ÌýYou're really too severe with poor Renie------

Prof.ÌýI am not severe. I simply register the inevitable sentence of the husband upon the wife who misconducts herself!

Dolly.ÌýMisconducts herself! She has merely had a little harmless flirtation------

Prof.ÌýIn my wife a flirtation of this character [pointing to letter in his hand] constitutes grave misconduct.

Dolly.ÌýBut that's perfectly ridiculous! Why it might happen to any woman! Dad, explain to him------

Matt.ÌýProfessor, you're taking altogether a wrong view of this. Now this case you were pointing out to me in your own book [pointing to proofs]---Number forty-nine, Mrs. Copway. Remarkably handsome woman too!---[reading] "The injustice and cruelty of condemning this poor lady must be apparent to all." My dear Professor, before publishing this book you'll have to modify your theory.

Prof.ÌýI cannot modify my theory. I have spent ten years in collecting facts which prove it.[107]

Matt.ÌýThen, pardon me, you must really look over Mrs. Sturgess's little indiscretion.

Prof.ÌýThat is equally impossible------

Matt.ÌýBut you say that her action in receiving my nephew's letter was entirely due to the activity of certain atoms in the gray matter of her brain.

Prof.ÌýUndoubtedly that is so.

Dolly.ÌýVery well then, if her gray matter keeps on working wrong, what's the use of blaming her? You say yourself there's no such thing as free will------

Prof.ÌýPrecisely, but I have always allowed that in the present low moral and intellectual condition of the herd of mankind, free will is a plausible working hypothesis.

Dolly.ÌýBut it doesn't work! Free will won't work at all! Look at my own case! Do you suppose I should go on all my life having bills if I could help myself? [CatchingÌý²Ñ²¹³Ù³Ù'²õÌýeye, who looks at her gravely and holds up his finger.] Never mind my bills! Do make him see how wrong and absurd it is to punish poor Renie when there's no such thing as free will!

Matt.ÌýDolly's right! She's only saying what you have so admirably laid down here. My dear Professor, you cannot possibly publish this book!

Prof.ÌýBut it has been announced! I must publish it.

Matt.ÌýYou cannot. Read that. [Giving theÌý±Ê°ù´Ç´Ú±ð²õ²õ´Ç°ùÌýthe book and pointing out passage.] Surely after that you cannot condemn Mrs. Sturgess.

Prof.Ìý°ÚTaking book, glancing at the passage.] Really, it's most annoying when one's own wife upsets------

Matt.ÌýOh! they're always making hay of our theories one way or the other.

Prof.ÌýOf course, if one presses the matter home to first principles------

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ! Yes! Well, why not act on your own[108]Ìýfirst principles! You ought to be very sorry for poor Renie, considering all she has suffered.

Prof.ÌýSuffered?

Dolly.ÌýYes, poor dear! You don't know what an awful struggle she has gone through between this unfortunate flirtation and her admiration for you.

Prof.ÌýHer admiration for me!

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ! She always speaks of you as her great protagonist of science.

Prof.Ìý°ÚMollified.] Does she? Does she?

Dolly.Ìý³Û±ð²õ. If I were you I should go upstairs, and be very sweet to her, and above all don't reproach her. We women can endure anything except reproaches------

Prof.Ìý°ÚLooking at his proofs.] I must publish my book. And after all, as you say, it is useless to blame them for acting according to the------

Matt.ÌýThe dictates of their gray matter when, bless them, they can't help themselves. My dear Professor, instead of condemning your wife you ought to be condoling with her, and doing all you can to get her gray matter into a healthy condition.

Prof.ÌýI will hear what she has to say.

Dolly.Ìý±·´Ç. Go straight to her and forgive her, and then I'm sure her gray matter will soon be all right. And what a triumph that will be for you!

Prof.ÌýIt does offer a way out of the difficulty. In any case I must publish my book. [Exit.

Dolly.ÌýDad, I won't have her here next Christmas.

Matt.ÌýNo, my dear, I wouldn't.

Dolly.ÌýThat wretched Lucas!

Matt.ÌýWhat is to be done with him?

Dolly.ÌýPack him off! Pack him off at once!

[³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýcautiously looks in from upper conservatory door.

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Lucas.ÌýI say, how's the old bird seem to take it?

Dolly.ÌýOld bird!

Lucas.ÌýHe isn't going to make a shindy over a trifle like this?

Dolly.ÌýTrifle! He's threatening to divorce her and expose you!

Lucas.ÌýYou don't say so. I'm awfully sorry!

Dolly.ÌýSorry!

Lucas.ÌýI am, indeed! And any reparation I can make------

Dolly.ÌýReparation?!

Lucas.ÌýSuch as an apology------

°Ú¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýutters a contemptuous exclamation.

Matt.ÌýWill you give me your word of honor never to see Mrs. Sturgess again?

Lucas.Ìý³Û±ð²õ.

Matt.ÌýOr write to her?

Lucas.Ìý³Û±ð²õ.

Matt.ÌýThe word of honour of an English gentleman used to mean something, Lu.

Lucas.ÌýIt does now, Uncle Matt!

Matt.Ìý°ÚShakes hands with him heartily.] Then I'll take it. Now be off as quickly as you can and let us make the best of it for you and her.

Lucas.ÌýThanks. Good-bye!

Matt.ÌýGood-bye!

[³¢³Ü³¦²¹²õÌýcrosses toÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â,Ìýoffers his hand.

Dolly.ÌýNo, Lu. If Renie gets out of this safely and if you behave yourself, I'll shake hands with you when you come back from India.

Lucas.ÌýYou're taking this too seriously---you're taking it far too seriously! [Exit.

Matt.ÌýWe're making a splendid start again for the New Year!

Dolly.ÌýI hope this will be a lesson for Renie!

Matt.ÌýI hope so. How about yourself?[110]

Dolly.ÌýWhat do you mean?

Matt.ÌýI put the sovereign in, but---you've got a few more bills, eh?

Dolly.ÌýJust a few oddments.

Matt.ÌýHow much?

Dolly.ÌýI don't know. Dad------

Matt.Ìý°Â±ð±ô±ô?

Dolly.ÌýNow that South Africans have gone up at last, and you won that splendid coup on them last week------

Matt.Ìý°Â±ð±ô±ô?

Dolly.ÌýYou couldn't lend me---a few hundreds---till my allowance comes due? Just a few hundreds------

Matt.Ìý°ÚIn a low reproachful tone, shaking his head.] What? What? What? Sad! Sad! Sad!!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚListens.] There's Harry! You will help me, Dad---you will?

Matt.ÌýI'll see what I can do.

HarryÌýenters cheerfully.

Harry.ÌýThat's all right, Doll! There's the address.

[Giving a slip of paper.

Dolly.ÌýThanks, dear.

Harry.ÌýAnd now about these mere oddments?

Dolly.ÌýNot now, dear.

Harry.ÌýYes, dear, now. [Very sternly.] This instant!

Dolly.ÌýHarry, you're going to lose your temper------

Harry.Ìý±·´Ç. I'm going to keep a firm guard on it, but [very sternly] let me see those bills.

Dolly.Ìý°ÚCreeps frightened up to the desk.] I'm sure you're going to lose your temper.

[Opens the desk.

Harry.Ìý°ÚFirmly.] No. I'm quite calm. Whose bill is that? [She hands him one timorously.] Fulks and Garner! Artist Furriers! More artists! [looks at total][111]---one hundred and twenty-four pounds. Well, I'm------

Dolly.ÌýAh, Jobling!

Harry.ÌýI should think I am Jobling. And you said you'd never enter their shop again!

Dolly.ÌýI never meant it, but this time it was absolutely necessary------

Harry.ÌýNecessary?

Dolly.ÌýYes---you see the chief item------

Harry.Ìý°ÚReads.] Chinchilla toque, coat, muff and boa---eighty guineas---eighty guineas------

Dolly.ÌýI got them as a surprise for you when we go South next week.

Harry.ÌýSurprise! Great heavens! What in the name of all------

Matt.ÌýShush, Harry! Her motive was a good one. She got it to please you!

Dolly.ÌýYou haven't seen it yet, it's just outside---I've a great mind to give you a great New Year's treat and let you see it on!

Harry.ÌýI'm not going to be sweedled------

Matt.Ìý±á³Ü²õ³ó! Harry! Let her put it on! Let's have a look at it, and see whether it's worth the money. Put it on, Doll. [ExitÌý¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²â.

Harry.Ìý°ÚCalls after her.] I tell you I'm not going to be sweedled!------

Matt.ÌýWhat is sweedled?

Harry.ÌýSweedling is sweedling! It's part swindling and part wheedling! It's what every d---ee---d good-natured husband like me has to go through, when he's fool enough to put up with it!

Matt.ÌýWell, old boy, you'll have to pay, you know; it will come to that in the end.

Harry.ÌýI'm not going to be sweedled------

Matt.ÌýAnd if Dolly has been a little extravagant, I must help her out with it to-morrow morning![112]

Harry.ÌýNo, we'll go into it thoroughly to-night.

Matt.ÌýNo, Harry, we won't. My room is just above here. Besides, the cook is going to give us a special New Year dinner, and I want to enjoy it. This New Year we'll start with a comfortable evening, please!

¶Ù´Ç±ô±ô²âÌýenters at back in a very handsome Chinchilla coat.Ìý±á²¹°ù°ù²âÌýlooks a little sulky. She stands in the middle of the room and displays it.

Dolly.Ìý°Â±ð±ô±ô? [He looks at it rather sulkily, walks away; she follows him.] Well? [Walking after him.] Well? Well?

[Displaying the furs.]

[He turns, looks at her, she stands and holds out her arms.

Harry.ÌýOh, hang it all! [Takes her in his arms and kisses her.] There!

Dolly.Ìý°ÚKissing him heartily.] And there! [Another kiss.] And there! [Another kiss.] And there! [Catches sight of the collecting box, goes to it, furiously sweeps it off its table on to the floor.]ÌýAnd there!

CURTAIN.