_Eight months later._ GEORGIANA'S _room, an octagonal room with dark
panel walnut woodwork and panels of yellow brocade, with furniture to
match. All in the simplest style of Louis XV. There is a fireplace on
the Left, and doors Right and Left. Two windows at the back. At right of
the Centre is a very large dressing table covered with massive silver
toilet articles, a big mirror, candelabra, etc., and a silver-framed,
photograph of_ DICK COLEMAN. _There is a low bench before the table,
tables and chairs about the room, and a most comfortable, roomy sofa, on
the Left, piled with embroidered pillows. It is after seven and the
lamps are lit._ STEVEN _enters from Left and sits on the sofa. He is
haggard, his clothes mussed, his linen rumpled and soiled. He is
painfully nervous and agitated; he cannot keep still; as soon as he sits
down he gets up; he goes from one place in the room to another, taking
up a picture without looking at it, sitting down and getting up again.
Twice he half whispers, half groans, "Good God!" He takes out a pistol
from his pocket, looks at it, and puts it away again as_ LIZZIE _enters
Right._
LIZZIE. Miss Carley says she'll be in as soon as she can.
STEVEN. [_Rising and going to the dressing table._] Is she dressing for
the ball now?
LIZZIE. No, sir, she's wearing a tea gown for dinner; it'll be a grand
sight, the ball, sir!
STEVEN. I suppose so.
LIZZIE. Pity _we_ couldn't 'ave got the Grand Duke here, sir, to dinner.
STEVEN. [_Moving about._] We couldn't afford to entertain a Russian
prince, Lizzie,--don't tell your mistress,--but I've been speculating
again and we're hard up.
LIZZIE. Oh, I am so sorry, sir--I know how to sympathize with you,
though we did get our money back! Perhaps you'll get yours.
STEVEN. How about you and Moles?
[_Comes to_ LIZZIE.
LIZZIE. Well, sir, last Tuesday we counted up, we're about two years
off, or fourteen hundred dollars distance, so to speak. We've calculated
then we could marry and settle down if we'd be satisfied with two rooms
and no children.
[_There is a knock on door Left._ Yes? [_Going to the door, opens it._]
Oh, come in, sir. [_Moves away._] Mr. Carley is here.
COAST. [_Entering._] Where's Miss Georgiana?
LIZZIE. She's dressing, sir. She'll be down in five or ten minutes.
[_Goes out Right._
COAST. How are you?
[_The two men nod a surly greeting._
STEVEN. I've been looking for you all afternoon!
COAST. Didn't you know I was coming here and going with your folks to
the ball?
STEVEN. I forgot!
[_After a pause, both men look at each other._
Well, Sam, I'm done! I'm done for good this time!
COAST. Sorry, but you can't blame me.
[_He sits in an arm-chair near the sofa._
STEVEN. I do. You told me you were going into this last business, but
you didn't tell me you were going to get right out again.
COAST. 'Twasn't my business to tell you that--I didn't advise _you_ to
go in!
STEVEN. No, but you put me up to it all the same!
COAST. Not a bit! The only time I advised you was some months ago, when
you'd just lost Louise's money,--then I put you on to something, so you
shouldn't lose Georgiana's. Did you win?
STEVEN. Yes, and broke my word to Georgiana.
COAST. Well, that's her and your business, but it let me out! From that
time on you were on your own hook.
STEVEN. You were always throwing out hints that you meant me to take.
COAST. Listen. [_Rises and goes to_ STEVEN.] You can't prove that!
STEVEN. You know you led me into it, you know you did. You tempted me in
the first place to break my word of honor to my sister. Whether you
meant to or not, you did it, damn you--and you're a rich man, you've got
millions, and can help me out! Will you?
COAST. [_Quietly._] No.
[_Moves a little away toward the Left._
STEVE. You're my wife's own cousin, and she's a pauper and through no
fault of her own. Will you help me for her sake?
COAST. [_Still quietly._] No.
STEVEN. You're in love with my sister, and she's not got a cent of her
own to-night _through me_. Will you help me for her sake?
COAST. [_Still quietly._] No!
STEVEN. [_Going to him._] No?
COAST. No!
[_Strong._
STEVEN. Then damn you for a dirty blackguard!
COAST. [_Laughs._] That's pretty talk; I guess you got that from _me_
too!
STEVEN. [_Doggedly._] I'll do more than talk!
[_Turns away and goes up stage._
COAST. What?
STEVEN. Wait and see.
COAST. Listen! if one thing happens, I'll help you.
STEVEN. [_Turning._] You mean Georgiana!
COAST. Yes, if she'll marry me, I'll make up to you every damn cent of
hers you've got rid of.
STEVEN. And if she won't?
COAST. I'll make up every penny of Louise's you've lost, if
Georgiana'll marry me. Listen--[SAM _puts his arm around_ STEVEN _and
brings him down to the sofa and they sit._] she loves you, you're the
kind that always has influence with women; use yours for me, Steve,
it'll be worth your while.
STEVEN. [_Half laughs._] You want me to try and persuade her to marry
you against her own desire even?
COAST. That's the figure.
STEVEN. When I know you're, in your way, just as dishonorable a man as I
am, and hard and heartless, [STEVE _rises_.] I wouldn't risk my sister's
happiness with you, if it would save me twice over. Even if she loved
you, I'd say what I could against it.
COAST. [_Quick._] She'll never know you broke your word to her if I help
you.
STEVEN. Yes, she will, because I mean to tell her to-night.
COAST. All right!
STEVEN. That's what I've come for, to make a clean breast of everything.
COAST. You're a damned fool! [_He rises and moves away._] However, each
way plays more or less into my hands.
GEORGIANA. [_Outside of door Right._] If you are telling secrets, look
out--I'm coming!
COAST. Come on!
[GEORGIANA _comes in, dressed in graceful negligée tea gown._
GEORGIANA. Good evening, Sam! Steve, you're not dressed yet?
STEVEN. I forgot about the ball.
GEORGIANA. I can tell you one person who hasn't, and that's mother!
COAST. [_Laughing._] Is she going to be corking?
GEORGIANA. [_Sitting in the arm-chair by the sofa._] If the Grand Duke
were a bachelor and mother had designs upon him, she couldn't possibly
take more pains! She's going to be beyond all words. She's got every
jewel she owns and can borrow draped about her, till she looks like
Tiffany's exhibit at the St. Louis Fair. And as for her hair, she's had
Bella Shindle working on it all afternoon, till it's the Titianest
Titian that ever flamed on human head!
COAST. Sounds great!
[_Sitting on the bench._ STEVEN _sits on the sofa._
GEORGIANA. Wait! She's built her tiara up with a breastpin and an
aigrette off my winter hat, and it was all I could do to keep her from
wearing the three feathers in which she was presented to the Queen in
A.D. '73.
[_They all laugh good-naturedly._
COAST. Aunt Laura's a corker!
GEORGIANA. Well, no one will miss her! She'll get the Grand Duke's eye
if no one else does! I tell her she'll go through the ballroom like a
search-light!
COAST. Is she all dressed now?
GEORGIANA. Not yet. I'm judging by her dress rehearsal! I left her in a
state of terrible indecision as to whether she should arch her eyebrows
"just a little" with a burnt match!
[_All laugh again good-naturedly._
COAST. Smart old girl!
GEORGIANA. She's all the happier for being silly, and she's a good soul
and does her best! What's _your_ news, Steve?
[_Turning to_ STEVEN.
STEVEN. Sam, would you mind?
[_Motions to_ COAST _to leave the room._
COAST. Oh, no! [_Rises._] See you later! I'll go and take a squint at
auntie.
[_He goes out Right._
GEORGIANA. Steve, you look troubled--what's gone wrong?
[_She goes to_ STEVEN _on the sofa and sits beside him._
STEVEN. _I_ have!
GEORGIANA. How do you mean? You and Louise haven't quarrelled?
STEVEN. If it was only that!
GEORGIANA. What then?
STEVEN. I've gone wrong, I tell you, all wrong.
GEORGIANA. How? In what way, Steve?
STEVEN. Your money's lost, it's all lost.
[GEORGIANA _rises. A pause._
GEORGIANA. How do you mean?
STEVEN. And that isn't the worst of it, either. I've broken my word to
you! I know I've killed your faith in me. I've lost faith in myself.
GEORGIANA. [_Still standing, very strong._] Steve!
STEVEN. I've speculated!
GEORGIANA. _No_, Steve!
STEVEN. [_Rises and goes to the mantel._] Yes, I've been speculating
since the very day I said I wouldn't. I won a lot at first, and of
course I thought I'd get all back; and then, of course, what I did get
back was my old cursed luck!
GEORGIANA. Oh, Steve! And I believed in you so thoroughly, I never had a
doubt!
STEVEN. I know it! I know it! I'm rotten all through, Georgy. [_Bursting
into tears._] I'm not worth being forgiven--[_He falls on his knees, in
a paroxysm of sobs and tears._] I'm _rotten_! Oh--I'm rotten--
[_He sobs uncontrollably._
[GEORGIANA _watches him a little while in silence. Then she goes to him
and puts her hand on his shoulder._
GEORGIANA. Steve!
STEVEN. [_Sobbing._] Yes!
GEORGIANA. I forgive you!
STEVEN. No! No!
GEORGIANA. And I'll trust you again if I have a chance.
STEVEN. [_Looking up._] Georgy, what do you mean?
[_Beginning to control his sobs._
GEORGIANA. I mean, though it's been a pretty big blow, my faith in you
isn't altogether gone yet.
STEVEN. Oh, I can't bear it! I can't bear it! But you don't mean it! No,
you can't mean it! How could you? Forgive me? Trust me again? No, no!
You couldn't--it's all over! I've thrown away my own money first, then
my wife's and her mother's--that ought to have been enough,--but I had
to go and break my word of honor to you, and lose every penny of yours!
There's no excuse for me, nor reason to forgive.
GEORGIANA. [_After a moment, very quietly, with her eyes filling._]
There's _love_, Steve!
STEVEN. Not for a man like me. I'm not worth it. [_He rises._] Not
deserving it! There's only one thing for such as me, and that is to end
it all with a bullet.
GEORGIANA. Now you're talking wildly!
STEVEN. [_In a lowered voice._] No, Georgy, I mean it! It's better for
all of you to have me out of the way; I tried to do it to-day--only, _I
was afraid_!
GEORGIANA. That would be worse than anything you have done yet. That I
would never forgive--anything but that!
[_She goes to him._
STEVEN. But the shame of my life now, the degradation, the _rot_ of it!
[_A moment's pause._
GEORGIANA. [_The idea comes to her._] Steve, I told you I'd trust you
again if I had the chance! Here is the first one, and I take it! Promise
me you'll never again even think of taking your life.
STEVEN. What's the good of my promising?
GEORGIANA. If you tell me, I'll believe you.
[_A short pause._
[STEVEN, _not looking at her, puts his hand in the pocket where the
pistol is, then takes his hand away, still not looking at her._
Look me straight in the face, Steve, and say, "I promise."
[_He hesitates only a moment, and then does so._
STEVEN. I promise.
[_He turns a little away from her, takes the pistol from his pocket, and
gives it to her._
GEORGIANA. [_Bursting into tears._] Oh, Steve!
[_She turns away and puts the pistol on the table between the windows._
STEVEN. Forgive me, Georgy, forgive me! This promise I'll keep. Only
forgive me for breaking your heart like this!
COAST. [_Entering Right._] I've been sent up to bring you down to
dinner.
[_He takes in the situation. A pause._
GEORGIANA. Do you know what Steve has just told me?
STEVEN. [_Bitterly._] Yes, he knows.
COAST. Just what?
GEORGIANA. Steve has gone on speculating, and my money's followed the
rest.
COAST. Yes, I knew that.
GEORGIANA. Couldn't you have saved him?
COAST. I offered to once, but you refused.
GEORGIANA. And now?
[_Short pause._
COAST. [_He goes to_ GEORGIANA, _who is on the sofa._] My offer is still
open to the same tune.
STEVEN. No, Georgy, no!
GEORGIANA. For Steve's own sake, won't you do something for him? Get him
some position so that he can take care of Louise. I'll look after
myself.
COAST. I'll do all and more, _if you'll_ marry me.
GEORGIANA. You know I can't marry you.
COAST. What does Steve say?
STEVEN. What Georgy says, I say.
COAST. How are you going to get out of this without me?
STEVEN. I don't know.
COAST. And there's something else. [_Steps towards_ STEVEN.] Perhaps you
don't know that unless some one does get you out of this, it won't be
only a money smash-up for Georgiana, but disgrace too!
GEORGIANA. That can't be true! I shall say my brother had control of my
money to do what he liked with it.
COAST. But any lawyer would take up the case of criminal mismanagement
for my aunt and cousin's affairs.
GEORGIANA. But _they_ wouldn't allow it.
COAST. Well, what do you think?
STEVEN. Louise--never!
COAST. Leave it to me!
STEVEN. Ah! your true colors! You heard him, Georgy?
COAST. Well, let that pass. But you know that you've overdrawn at your
bank, that you've overdrawn at your brokers, and that you can no more
get out of the muddle you've got yourself into without one of the
biggest public scandals there's been in the street for years!
GEORGIANA. But _you_ can spare us that?
STEVEN. [_Very low._] Good God!
[_He moves away._
COAST. [_To_ GEORGIANA.] That's what I can.
GEORGIANA. And you love me?
COAST. I certainly do!
GEORGIANA. Then you _will_ spare us!
COAST. If you'll marry me.
STEVEN. No! [_Comes down to her._] Georgy, you mustn't! [COAST _walks
away._] Don't you see what a selfish brute Sam is? Of course it was
_my_ fault that I gambled, but he tempted me, he led me into it when he
_knew_ I _couldn't resist_. The very day and hour I gave you my promise,
he gave me a tip and guaranteed I shouldn't lose!
GEORGIANA. Sam! Oh!
[_She turns to the bench before her dressing table and sinks upon it._
COAST. [_Speaks to her across the table._] It's true! And I led him to
speculate more, I tricked him first with winning and then let him go! I
knew he'd soon do for himself alone, and he did! Yes--I ruined him
purposely and you through him, so as to get you to be my wife. I did it
purposely and I'd do it again! Of course I meant all along to make it up
in the end when I'd got you.
GEORGIANA. And did you really think you _could_ get me that way?
COAST. Why, you've got to marry me. You needn't be afraid of what I
won't do for you. I love you, you know that. Everything--I've told you
that before. You shall have _everything_ on God's earth you want, and
Louise and her mother shall live in style as they always have, and Steve
have his own money back, with a brother-in-law to help him take care of
it! And what's the other side of the picture? Nothing for you or Louise
or anybody--and disgrace for Steve into the bargain. Why, you've _got_
to _marry_ me! [GEORGIANA _rises,_ COAST _follows her._] Don't you see?
Anyway [_Smiling._] it was only a trick to make you, because, Georgy, I
love you so! [_A pause; she stands looking at him._] Well?
GEORGIANA. I'm trying to realize--to understand it all.
[MOLES _enters Left._
MOLES. Please, miss, Mrs. Carley says your soup is all cold and they're
on with the fish.
GEORGIANA. Tell Mrs. Carley not to wait for Mr. Carley and me, we're not
coming down; but Mr. Coast will join them in a moment.
[COAST _looks up surprised._
MOLES. Yes, miss.
[_He goes out. A moment's pause._
COAST. What do you mean by that?
[_Another pause._
GEORGIANA. [_Slowly._] Not to save myself, not even to save my brother,
and from even worse than we have to face, would I marry you.
COAST. Don't say that, Georgy!
GEORGY. Why, every word you've said, and everything you've done to make
me love you, makes me instead--yes--and for what you've done with Steve
[_Looks at_ STEVE.], _I do hate_ you.
[_Goes to the sofa,_ COAST _follows._
COAST. I only said it because I love you, Georgiana.
GEORGIANA. Oh, Sam Coast, you don't know what love is! Love doesn't make
beasts of men, it makes men of beasts. It doesn't take all for
itself--it sacrifices all for another. Love isn't an enemy that lays
traps and makes ambushes,--love is a friend whose heart is a divine
magnet! Real love makes an angel of a woman and a hero of a man, but
love such as you have--oh, the happiness in this world that's been lost
through it!
COAST. You don't know me!
GEORGIANA. I didn't, but I do! You've dragged down my brother,
sacrificed him and my belief in him, almost, for your own selfish end,
tried to trap me into marrying you when you know I didn't love you.
COAST. But you would--
GEORGIANA. Once perhaps, though I can't imagine it! But not now! No! I'd
starve and suffer and die now before I could ever love you.
[_A pause;_ COAST _goes to the table and stands half shamefaced a
moment, then he pulls himself up and turns._
COAST. Well, face the music for a while, and then see!
GEORGIANA. They're waiting for you at dinner; please join them and tell
them what you like.
COAST. I'll tell them nothing. I'll let you and Steve think things over
a little.
STEVEN. [_Rises, and goes to meet_ COAST.] You will have something to
settle with me outside of money matters!
COAST. [_With a jeer._] Please yourself.
[_He goes out._
GEORGIANA. [_To_ STEVEN.] I believe I can influence Louise to do nothing
for the sake of the children, and she loves you in her way.
STEVEN. But the bank?
[_He sits on sofa beside her._
GEORGIANA. Oh, we can take care of the bank; after all, we've friends,
we've jewels, we've this house.
STEVEN. That's true, and the brokers?
GEORGIANA. Who are they?
STEVEN. Caldwell and Hovery.
GEORGIANA. Mr. Caldwell will be at the ball to-night?
STEVEN. Probably.
GEORGIANA. I'll see him. We've always been good friends,--and so were
his father and your father. He won't let his firm make a scandal if he
can help it, especially as they can gain nothing and we should lose so
much! Steve, we'll get out of this yet, with your name all right!
BELLA. [_Entering Right._] May I come in?
GEORGIANA. Yes, Bella.
BELLA. Oh, good evening, Mr. Carley, it's a pleasant evening!
STEVEN. Good evening, Miss Shindle.
BELLA. What I come to ask is if I shall do you now, and Mrs. Wishings
around the corner afterwards?
GEORGIANA. I think I'd rather you went to Mrs. Wishings first if you
don't mind.
BELLA. Oh, it's all the same to me! Mrs. Wishings ain't really in the
smart set and they say her husband ain't so rich, and she's horrid to
her servants--don't give them cake. I don't care if I lost her head to
do! I'm like that, as you know, particular when I'm particular,
but--well--just supercilious and negligée when it don't count! Good
gracious! [_Laughing._] Oh, here's a letter for you I brought up for
Lizzie. It's from the Phillypeenys and has a special delivery on.
[GEORGIANA _takes letter and opens it and reads it._] That's how it come
at this hour. Some folks do have luck, as the saying is! I've got to
wait till to-morrow morning for mine if I get one, and if there's a
Phillypeeny post and I don't get one, well, I pity the ladies' hair I
dress to-morrow, that's all! [_To_ STEVEN.] Mr. Carley, you've got
lovely soft hair, haven't you? I know you have a lovely disposition, I
can tell it from your hair. Yes, indeed, they always go together, it's a
certain sign! Now Mrs. Wishings' hair is just like a horse's tail! what
there is of it. I often feel like asking her which she'd rather I done
it, on or off! [_Laughs heartily._] I must have my little joke, but
nobody minds me--good-by.
STEVEN. Good-by.
[BELLA _goes out Left._
GEORGIANA. [_Looking up, bursting with happiness and reading as she
speaks._] Oh, Steve! Steve! Such _good_ news! I can hardly wait to tell
you, but just let me finish it.
STEVEN. Finish anything that means good news, Georgy, and then for
heaven's sake tell me what it is.
GEORGIANA. [_Closing the letter._] It's finished!
[_She looks up radiant and forgetful of him for a moment._
STEVEN. Well!
[_Rises and goes to_ GEORGIANA.
GEORGIANA. [_Softly._] _Dick_ loves me!
STEVEN. Dick Coleman?
GEORGIANA. He loves me, he's always loved me!
STEVEN. But why--? I don't understand--
GEORGIANA. No, I didn't know it. I thought--there were reasons why I
thought he didn't love me. But I understand now. Listen; I'll read you a
part of his letter--_a part of it!_ Oh, this makes up for everything,
Steve. [_She reads._] "My dear--[_She stops and improvises the next
three words._] my dear Georgy: [_She looks up slyly to see if Steven
noticed the change; he didn't._] Each steamer brings me letters from
home, but never a word of your engagement to Coast, never a word of your
marriage. Is that broken off--" How do you suppose he got the impression
I was going to marry Sam?
STEVEN. Why everybody has seen, who cared to look, that Sam was dead in
love with you.
GEORGIANA. Yes, but--well--never mind, listen--"Well, however it is,
we're starting off to-morrow out of reach of letters and everything
else, except an ugly band of natives that we came here to do for. The
chances are pretty big against many of us getting back, and anyway I'm
going to take this chance to tell you that I love you better than
anything and everything and everybody in the world. And in case I never
come back, somehow or other, I don't know why, I want you to know it. I
was a little late in finding it out,--all of a sudden I knew you were
the only woman for me, and that the only thing I seemed to want in the
world was you for _a wife_. And there was Coast ahead of me! I don't
know if it would have made any difference if you loved Coast and not me,
perhaps you never would have cared for me, but I'd have done my best,
for, Georgy--I love you"--[_She reads ahead to herself, murmuring so he
cannot understand._] "I don't know why I must tell you all this, but I
must"--[_She reads ahead again in silence, skipping the passages which
are too loving and too precious to read aloud._] I think that's
all--[_She looks up and smiles, and adds softly._] that I care to read
aloud! Oh, Steve!
[_She puts her arms around his neck and hugs him._
STEVEN. I'm so glad, old girl, so glad!
[_Tightening his arm about her._
GEORGIANA. Steve, I'm so happy! I don't want to seem selfish, and really
I'm not forgetting you, but I can't help it. I'm _so_ happy.
[STEVEN _kisses her. A short pause._
GEORGIANA. [_Softly, thoughtfully._] Can one cable to the Philippines?
STEVEN. Yes!
[_Smiling and again giving her a little squeeze._
GEORGIANA. [_Going to the sofa._] So far as I'm concerned, my money now
doesn't count a rap. Dick has plenty and doesn't want mine. So now it's
only Louise and mother you must think of, and you can take care of them
well, you know you can, if they'll only accept the different conditions.
And Dick and I'll help--
STEVEN. [_Interrupting._] I hate to say it, Georgiana, but suppose--
[_Very serious._
GEORGIANA. What?
STEVEN. Well, you know why Dick wrote that letter,--because he was going
into dangerous fighting.
GEORGIANA. Oh, he will come back, he _must_ come back! So few of our men
have been lost in the Philippines, Dick can't be one of the few. After
all, life nowadays isn't so tragic as that.
STEVEN. Yes, of course Dick'll come back, Georgy [_Short pause._], but
won't he despise me?
GEORGIANA. No, you're _my_ brother. And oh, Steven, forgive me, but I'm
so _happy_. [_Hugging the pillows on the sofa and burying her face in
them._] Don't let me be silly--don't let me forget I'm an old maid,--and
there's no fool like an old fool! I mustn't forget there's probably an
orange or two among the blossoms for my hair!
[MRS. CARLEY _and_ LOUISE _come into the room from the Right without
speaking. They look from_ GEORGIANA _to_ STEVEN. _They are under the
strain of violent emotion almost too much for words. Their appearance is
tragic._] _There is a pause._
STEVEN. Sam has told you?
LOUISE. It isn't _true_ what he says?
MRS. CARLEY. [_Bursting out, as the strain breaks._] That everything's
gone? _Everything!_
[MRS. CARLEY _comes to_ STEVEN.
STEVEN. Yes, it's _true_!--
[_He moves up._
MRS. CARLEY. _We haven't a cent?_--not a _penny_! for car fare! for
theatre tickets! nothing for our wash bills, or to go away with in the
summer!
LOUISE. Georgiana's money gone too--now, Steve?
MRS. CARLEY. As well as _Louise's_ and _mine_?
GEORGIANA. Yes, mine's gone too now, but I'm going to take it just as
sensibly as Louise did before me.
MRS. CARLEY. She had yours to fall back on.
GEORGIANA. And I'm going to take myself off your hands, and Steve is
perfectly capable of getting some dignified position and taking care of
you and Louise.
MRS. CARLEY. Yes, I can imagine what that means! A flat with rooms like
a string of buttons, mantelpiece beds and divans! and all your friends
trying to get into the bathroom when they are looking for the hall door
to get out!
[COAST _comes in from the Right. They all look at_ SAM.
GEORGIANA. Do you think Sam has a place here in what we may say now?
LOUISE. Why not? He's my cousin.
MRS. CARLEY. Yes. And the only one of us now anyway who has a cent.
LOUISE. I don't think we can expect much help from Sam as to money.
COAST. That shows you don't know me.
LOUISE. [_Going to_ COAST.] You'll help us?
COAST. I've offered to make up every cent Steve's lost; ask Georgiana.
GEORGIANA. Yes, Sam offered to make a "trade" with me--
MRS. CARLEY. How?
[_Looks at_ GEORGIANA.
GEORGIANA. To make up Steve's losses if I'd marry him.
MRS. CARLEY. [_Quietly to_ COAST.] Sam! It's too good to be true.
COAST. So Georgiana thinks.
LOUISE. [_Angrily._] You won't do it?
GEORGIANA. No, I don't love your cousin.
MRS. CARLEY. Don't love him! What do you owe us? Louise loved Steve and
what good did it do her? You've got the chance to make up for your
brother!
STEVEN. That's not Georgiana's _duty_,--to make up for me.
MRS. CARLEY. You can't do it yourself, and you don't want your wife to
starve, do you.
GEORGIANA. Louise _won't_ starve.
LOUISE. [_To_ GEORGIANA.] You could save us and you won't!
GEORGIANA. I don't love Sam.
MRS. CARLEY. Don't "love"? Did Molly Packer from Toledo love the Duke of
Birmingham? and isn't she happy now?
GEORGIANA. I don't know, I have my doubts.
MRS. CARLEY. Doubts! Oh, _doubts_!
GEORGIANA. That's not the point, mother. I'm not going to marry Sam.
MRS. CARLEY. Oh, very well, then, have your way.
GEORGIANA. I will, mother.
MRS. CARLEY. [_Going to the sofa._] Don't consider my way at all.
GEORGIANA. I won't, mother, since you ask me not to.
MRS. CARLEY. But I'll tell you this, Georgiana, you're just as bad as
Steve! We must shake off both of you. Louise must get a divorce and
marry again. Look what other widows have done before her.
[_Louise goes to her mother and takes her hand._
GEORGIANA. Mother! Louise!
LOUISE. Well, why not?
MRS. CARLEY. Certainly!
GEORGIANA. [_Goes to them._] _No!_ Listen! You must stand by Steve, both
of you. You ought to do it out of affection, for, after all, whatever
you've got of friends and position and the things you value he gave you!
But never mind that! You ought to stand by him out of loyalty,--but
never mind that! You've _got_ to stand by him because if you ruin him
you'll ruin yourselves. You and mother could never hold up your heads
again in our world--in the world you love--if you left Steve. After all,
though our world may be careless sometimes of what it does itself, it is
very particular about what those people do who are _its guests_! Of
course, Louise, it does come hardest on you, for yourself and for the
children--but still you've got to stand by Steve.
MRS. CARLEY. Sam!
[_Going to_ SAM _for help._
LOUISE. Oh, I suppose I'll forgive him, I always do, but I don't know
about forgiving you.
GEORGIANA. _Me?_
LOUISE. If you don't marry Sam! You can make everything all right, and
Sam loves you--you can make mother happy and me happy and Steve
happy....
STEVEN. [_Interrupting._] No, leave me out!
[_He goes up behind the sofa._
LOUISE. Our life would go on just the same,--Steve will make no more
mistakes. I think you're heartless to refuse!
GEORGIANA. But, Louise, you ask me to give up entirely my own happiness.
LOUISE. Not at all! There's no one else in love with you but Sam, and
this isn't your first year out, you know.
MRS. CARLEY. And anyway it would be _five_ happy against _one_ unhappy,
there's no arguing about that.
COAST. [_To_ LOUISE.] You and your mother both think she ought to accept
me, don't you?
LOUISE. Certainly.
COAST. [_To_ GEORGIANA.] I told you.
GEORGIANA. Yes, Sam, you win!--but Louise! I love some one else.
LOUISE. Dick Coleman?
GEORGIANA. Yes, and I'm going to marry him.
COAST. [_Turning quickly._] Has he asked you?
GEORGIANA. Yes! To-day!
[_Showing her letter._ MRS. CARLEY _sits on the sofa._
COAST. [_Angry, to_ LOUISE.] Then you bring suit against Steve and I'll
back you up,--I'll bet you I'll get your case!
LOUISE. But Steve hasn't any money.
COAST. No, but you can show him up! You can blackguard his name for him!
You can disgrace him in the papers!
LOUISE. But I don't want to do that! It would only make things worse.
GEORGIANA. Good, Louise!
COAST. I'll bet the bank and Steve's brokers won't be so soft-hearted.
GEORGIANA. There's this house for the bank.
MRS. CARLEY. [_Crying._] _This house!_ I shall die!
[GEORGIANA _goes to her._
GEORGIANA. Oh, no, you won't; you'll live very happily in a nice little
flat, with two servants and a polite elevator boy in buttons.
MRS. CARLEY. [_Pitifully._] Louise!
GEORGIANA. And Mr. Caldwell I am going to see at the ball to-night. I
believe he will help us if he can.
LOUISE. You're going to the ball? In spite of everything?
GEORGIANA. Yes, we must. Let's have as little talk about the whole
thing as possible. Steve's had bad luck! The people mustn't think
there's anything we're ashamed of. There isn't anything.
COAST. Oh, isn't there?
GEORGIANA. No.
[LOUISE _gets the smelling salts from the table for_ MRS. CARLEY.
MRS. CARLEY. It's true; so long as we've lost everything else, I don't
see why she should lose the ball too!
[_Using the smelling salts._
LOUISE. And I suppose we really ought to be seen there, or lots of
people will _never_ believe we were asked.
COAST. Well, I guess this is where I get out. I'll strike one of those
musical comedies! I think ragtime will be good enough for me to-night,
instead of a neck and arm circus. You won't want me for escort after all
this?
LOUISE. You can please yourself, Sam.
COAST. Not exactly; I guess this is the day I try sour grapes. [_Goes to
door Left,--he turns._] When's Coleman coming back, Georgiana?
GEORGIANA. I don't know.
COAST. Oh! [_Goes to_ STEVEN _at mantel._] Steve--listen--how long are
they holding that rotten stock of yours for you?
STEVEN. [_Laughs._] Ha! till to-morrow noon.
COAST. Well, cheer up, I'll send her up ten points for you by eleven.
[_Slaps him on the back._] See you all later, maybe, if my show's dull.
[_And with a side glance at_ GEORGIANA _he goes out Left._
MRS. CARLEY. [_Rises._] I only wish to heaven Sam Coast wanted to marry
_me_!
LOUISE. Mother! Come, let's finish dressing.
MRS. CARLEY. I don't know whether to go to the ball or stay home and
have a good cry.
GEORGIANA. Do whichever gives you the most pleasure, mother.
[LIZZIE _enters Right and stands behind the dressing table._
MRS. CARLEY. What? [_Looking at herself in the glass._] It's all very
well for them to give us women a new front, I wish they'd give us new
backs too.
[_She goes out Right._
LIZZIE. You must start dressing, miss--Miss Shindle will be back.
GEORGIANA. [_Absent-mindedly._] Yes, yes, Lizzie.
[LIZZIE _goes out._]
Louise, I'm so glad you will stand by Steve; and try and be glad a
little for me.
[_Placing her arm about_ LOUISE.
LOUISE. Yes, I don't blame you, Georgy, so long as Dick's proposed. I'd
do just as you've done, and I will be glad for you by to-morrow,--I am
_glad now_.
[_Kisses her impulsively._
GEORGIANA. Thank you, Louise, dear.
[_She goes out Right._
STEVEN. Louise!
LOUISE. [_Comes to_ STEVE.] Steve. [LOUISE _touches_ STEVE _on the
arm._] I don't want to be horrid, but do you think you will be able to
get anything decent to do?
STEVEN. I'm sure I will.
LOUISE. But will we have enough money to hold our own?
STEVEN. I'll do my best. Louise, I appreciate your not making more of a
row!
[_With his arm around her._
LOUISE. Oh, Steve, I know it's just as hard for you--and I do love you
and I want to be nice about it, but--[_She cries._ STEVEN _kisses her
again, in his arms._] I mustn't give way like this. I'll be a sight at
the ball. Don't let me cry, dear.
STEVEN. All right. Come on upstairs now, and make yourself beautiful.
[_They go toward the door Right._
BELLA. [_Reëntering Left._] Good evening again, is Miss Georgiana ready
for me?
LOUISE. She must be,--is my hair all right?
BELLA. Oh, yes, that's one thing about my hair dressing, though I do say
it as shouldn't, it _has_ a lasting quality.
[LOUISE _goes out Right._
GEORGIANA. [_Calls from inside._] Is that you, Bella?
BELLA. Yes, ma'am.
GEORGIANA. I'll be there in a minute--be quick, Lizzie.
BELLA. [_Lower voice._] Mr. Carley, have you seen the evening papers?
STEVEN. No!
BELLA. I just bought one and it's got an article about the 91st
regiment.
STEVEN. What about it?
[_Looks to see if door is closed._
BELLA. [_Same voice._] They say it may 'a' been wiped out of existence:
it's three weeks now since news of it was due, and the paper's afraid
they've met with an ambyscade or something like that.
STEVEN. Oh, when the newspapers are hard up for news they get up
something about the Philippines! It's the modern sea-serpent. When
there's absolutely nothing else to print--no girl suicide in Brooklyn,
or cyclone in Kansas, or joke on Chicago, then they give the Philippines
a paragraph or an insurrection. Don't you worry, Miss Shindle.
[_He sits in the arm-chair near the sofa._
BELLA. But it says the island they went against was the heathenest of
the lot, and that there's no good reason why if they'd hadn't no fight
with the natives, we shouldn't 'a' had news from them.
STEVEN. The whole question of news in a case like this is too uncertain
to make so much alarm about. The men's idea is not to send picture
postal cards of daily movements home to America, but to lick the natives
into shape!
BELLA. I'm sure you do comfort me. Don't know as Miss Georgiana told
you, but my young man's out there, with Mr.--Lieutenant Coleman.
STEVEN. Well, don't worry. You just make up your mind the papers are
short of news to-night.
BELLA. Goodness, they won't be to-morrow with all they're going to print
about this ball! Say, I've a friend whose sister's a literary lady and
writes for the Sunday papers in Buffalo. She's got an article in my
line, called the "Heads of the Smart Set which was Set at the Grand
Duke." Ain't that a cute name for an article? And it don't mean their
heads either; it means their coffyures, as she says--she speaks French.
She was born and raised in Niagara Falls, near to Canada, where the
language comes natural,--over the water, as it were!
STEVEN. [_Going to her._] I wouldn't mention this newspaper report to
Miss Carley--it would only needlessly alarm her, perhaps, and spoil her
evening.
BELLA. Oh, I wouldn't for worlds.
[_She moves to the dressing table as_ GEORGIANA _comes in._
GEORGIANA. Here I am'. Oh, my dear Steve! You'll be late. You're not
dressed yet.
STEVEN. All right. I'm going now--I was entertaining Miss Shindle till
you were ready.
[_With, a bow to_ MISS SHINDLE, STEVEN _goes out Right._
BELLA. [_Taking her bottles, etc., from a little bag which she
carries._] He _is_ a _perfect_ gentleman!
GEORGIANA. [_Sitting before the dressing table._] Now come along, Bella!
I only want you to brush my hair; I've had a trying evening here, and
I've a splitting headache. See if you can take it away and make me look
as if I'd never had one.
BELLA. [_Tying apron about_ GEORGIANA'S _neck._] I'll do my best; but I
can tell you most of the ladies I know'd be willing to have a headache
every blessed minute of their lives if they could look as you do now!
GEORGIANA. Oh, what blarney, Bella! I don't know, somehow I want to be
beautiful to-night.
BELLA. For the Dook?
[_Beginning to brush her hair._
GEORGIANA. No!
BELLA. For him?
[_Pointing at_ COLEMAN'S _photograph with her hair-brush._
GEORGIANA. Yes. [_Drawing the picture toward her._] It was a dear letter
I had from him to-night, Bella! I hope you'll have as nice a one from
Mr. Gootch to-morrow morning.
BELLA. Well, if I don't--
[_Shutting her teeth, she unconsciously pulls_ GEORGIANA'S _hair._
GEORGIANA. Oh, oh!
BELLA. Oh, I beg your pardon!
GEORGIANA. Don't take it out on me, wait till Mr. Gootch gets back!
BELLA. [_Combing._] I don't know as you're the jealous kind. Judging
from your hair you ain't. It usually goes with blonde or red, or else
crimpy, and what I dislike about red hair is the freckles--you can
almost count on 'em! You've got sort of trusting hair. But besides, Mr.
Coleman wasn't a floor walker in a shop with over a hundred lady
clerks--I think that's apt to make a gentleman flightier; and he being
_bald_, has me to a disadvantage, so to speak. I can't judge by my
customary signs.
GEORGIANA. [_Looking at_ COLEMAN'S _photograph._] Bella, I should say
Lieutenant Coleman has splendid, straight, honest hair, shouldn't you?
BELLA. I can't say as I've ever really had any experience of his hair,
ma'am.
GEORGIANA. But do you think him an awfully handsome man, Bella, or am I
prejudiced?
BELLA. No, indeed, I never seen a handsomer gentleman, not even in the
pictures of gentlemen's clothes in tailor store windows. [_Puts comb
down, and takes brush and brushes again._] But what continues to make me
nervous about Mr. Gootch is that he's right there among all those black
creatures, whose manners is very free, I'm told, and whose style of
dressing is peculiar, the least you say! Mr. Gootch always did favor
dark-complexioned people, and if that letter don't come to-morrow--
[_Getting excited, she again pulls_ GEORGIANA'S _hair._
GEORGIANA. Ouch! [_Laughing, holds up her hand, and catches her hair to
ward off another pull._] Be careful!
BELLA. Excuse me! in my art, there's no use talking, you oughtn't let
your mind wander from the subject in hand--does your head feel better?
GEORGIANA. I don't know, Bella, if it does or not! Your treatment is
very heroic.
BELLA. [_Spraying her hair._] You don't feel worried about something
happening to them way out there, do you, Miss Georgiana?
GEORGIANA. I daren't think of it. Oh, Bella, I've had lots of trouble
to-day, and I've a serious time ahead of me--but all the same I am such
a happy woman. [_Turning to look at_ BELLA, _she disarranges her hair,
much to_ BELLA'S _disapproval._] Do you love Mr. Gootch tremendously,
Bella?
BELLA. Why, love isn't the word! my feeling for Mr. Gootch is a positive
worship. When I get to thinking of him in the underground I always go
by my station, sometimes two.
GEORGIANA. Be grateful for your love, Bella; it's a wonderful thing.
BELLA. [_Finishing the dressing of the hair._] You know I've just done
Mrs. Wishings, she puts too much on!
GEORGIANA. Does she rouge?
BELLA. No, hair. I don't mind a switch or two for foundation, and a
couple of puffs for ornament, with a tight curl or two for
style,--especially if you've got one of those new undilated fronts, but
I think that's all you can expect to have any hair dresser make look as
if it growed there. There! How's that?
[_Puts hairpin in_ GEORGIANA'S _hair._
GEORGIANA. [_Holding up_ DICK'S _photograph._] How's that, Dick--is it
all right?
BELLA. [_Delighted._] Ain't that a cute idea?
GEORGIANA. We both trust you, Bella, to make me all right.
BELLA. What ornaments?
[_Taking off the apron, she walks around to Right of the table._
GEORGIANA. Would you wear any?
BELLA. Oh, yes, for such an occasion! Of course, for maidens only
feathers is correct; for wives and widows, tiaras and feathers.
[_Putting away her things._ MRS. CARLEY _enters in a flurry of
excitement, superbly dressed, and too youthfully._
MRS. CARLEY. Here I am; I've hurried so I don't feel half dressed.
GEORGIANA. [_Smiling._] That's almost the way you _look_, mother.
MRS. CARLEY. Well, I always did have shoulders, and I don't intend to
hide them under a bushel; but what do you think of the dress, is it a
success?
GEORGIANA. From your point of view--perfect!
MRS. CARLEY. Yes, but what's the difference about your point of view
about it and mine?
GEORGIANA. Well, I should think about thirty years, darling!
MRS. CARLEY. Oh, Georgiana, you really are unkind. When I don't know how
on earth it's ever going to be paid for now, I think you might be
serious, and let me feel anyway it's a success.
GEORGIANA. Mother dear, it's a triumph. Really, I never saw you look
better!
MRS. CARLEY. Really! and how is my hair?
GEORGIANA. Redder!
BELLA. Oh, Miss Georgiana, it isn't too red a bit.
GEORGIANA. It's very fine, Bella, but I think I'd take off a little. You
don't want Mrs. Carley to rival Mrs. Wishings and look as if she'd
cornered the hair market.
BELLA. She's just teasing you.
[GEORGIANA _has risen._
MRS. CARLEY. You are lovely, Georgiana.
GEORGIANA. That's because my thoughts are lovely.
MRS. CARLEY. I'm awfully proud of you, dear, and wish you were my own
daughter.
GEORGIANA. Thank you, mother.
MRS. CARLEY. The Grand Duke will surely notice you. Aren't you going to
put something in your hair?
BELLA. [_Handing it to_ GEORGIANA.] A rose with glass dewdrops.
[_Newsboy's voice heard in the street--calling,
"Extra--Extra--Terrible"--the rest is indistinct._
GEORGIANA. What's that?
MRS. CARLEY. A newsboy with an extra.
[_Man's voice outside, "Extra--Extra--Terrible"--the rest is still
indistinct._ LOUISE _enters, beautifully dressed._
BELLA. Oh!
GEORGIANA. Lovely, Louise!
LOUISE. I've got a splitting headache. [_Man's voice outside,
"Extra--Extra."_] What can the extra be? [_Enter_ STEVEN.] Steve, do you
know what the extra is?
STEVEN. Oh, they're never anything you know.
[_In distance are heard several voices at once at different distances,
all calling, "Extra--Extra--Terrible"--etc._
MRS. CARLEY. Yes, they're always so disappointing, generally a railway
accident out west! or a bomb thrown in Europe. Are you ready, Georgiana?
[_The "Extras" are louder._
STEVEN. Yes, if we're going we ought to go.
[_"Extra--Extra," called underneath the window._
GEORGIANA. Listen, what did he say?
[_Voice shouts outside, "Terrible fight in the Philippines; an entire
regiment wiped out!"_
BELLA. [_Frightened._] I heard "Philippines."
[_Goes to the window._
GEORGIANA. And a terrible fight! Some one must get the paper!
STEVEN. We haven't time now, Georgy.
MRS. CARLEY. Yes, we must be there before the Grand Duke arrives.
[_Outside, "Extra--Extra!"_
GEORGIANA. I must see that paper, Steve.
MRS. CARLEY. Georgiana, I think you are too thoughtless.
[_Outside, "Entire regiment wiped out!"_
GEORGIANA. Steve, do you hear that! Will you get the paper or shall I
call to the man?
STEVEN. I'll get it. [_Goes to a window and opens it, pulling aside the
curtain. He calls down to the boy in the street._] Here! Hi! Extra!
[_Voice outside, "Here you are, boss!"_
STEVEN. Ring the bell.
[_He comes back into the room. One "Extra" is heard louder than before,
and then the cries gradually die away._
MRS. CARLEY. The carriage has already been here nearly an hour.
GEORGIANA. It if should be Dick's fight, if it should be Dick's
regiment!
LOUISE. Make up your mind, mother, to be a little late. We can't go till
we see the paper.
GEORGIANA. [_At the door Right._] Lizzie! Where is she? Didn't he go to
the door with the paper, Steve?
BELLA. I'll see, miss.
[_She goes out Right._
STEVEN. Yes. I saw him. But, Georgy, it won't be Dick's regiment.
MRS. CARLEY. [_By the sofa._] Louise, I'll tell you what we'll do, let's
go down and be getting on our wraps.
LOUISE. No, mother, wait.
GEORGIANA. No, Louise, go down, please, with mother. I'd rather.
MRS. CARLEY. [_Going out Left._] Yes, come along.
[LOUISE _looks at_ GEORGIANA, _who nods her head "Yes" to go._
LOUISE. I'll come back.
[_She follows_ MRS. CARLEY _out._ LIZZIE _enters Right with the paper._
GEORGIANA _takes the paper from_ LIZZIE, _who immediately goes out
Right._
STEVEN. Shall I look?
GEORGIANA. [_Standing by the sofa._] No, I will. Here it is--"Battle
with Ladrones. The 91st Regiment of New York, which went out under
Captain H.S. Miller to subdue the bandits in the Island of Orla, met an
ambuscade of the Ladrones and were annihilated almost to a man." [_She
looks up dazed, not able at once to realize what it means. Rereads,
skipping some lines._] "Captain H.S. Miller who went out under--to
subdue the bandits in the--met an ambuscade of the Ladrones and was
annihilated almost to a man." Steve! his regiment,--do you think it's
true? Do you think it can be true?
STEVEN. [_Beside her._] No, let me read it.
GEORGIANA. [_She sinks down on the end of the sofa._] No, I will! [_She
reads on._] "News was brought by private--private--[_Her eyes hurrying
on._] the sole survivors. Privates--" [_Her eyes run along the printed
lines again._] Steve, I can't see his name. Isn't it there? Can't _you_
see it?
STEVEN. [_Looking._] No.
GEORGIANA. [_Almost whispers._] It means--?
STEVEN. [_Striving to hide his own emotion and to encourage her._] The
news is too meagre to be true.
MRS. CARLEY. [_In hall Left._] Georgiana! We must go.
GEORGIANA. [_Starts. To_ STEVEN.] _Don't_ let mother come in, please.
LOUISE. [_Just outside the door._] Georgiana, we must go.
GEORGIANA. [_To_ STEVEN.] Say I'm coming.
STEVEN. I can't leave you alone. [_Going to the door._] Georgy's coming.
LOUISE. [_Outside._] Good! Hurry!
STEVEN. [_Coming back to her._] But I can't leave you.
GEORGIANA. You must. And anyway I want you to. I want to be alone.
[STEVEN _hesitates. He comes and takes her hand and is about to kiss
her, but something keeps him back; he presses her hand and she gives a
grateful look. She crosses to the dressing table and sits before it,
dazed. Slowly she takes the flowers from her hair, the pearls from her
neck. The front door slams, she lifts her head, and leaning her arm
toward_ DICK'S _picture, draws it toward her, gazing at it. Then,
crying, "Dick, Dick," she bursts into tears and drops her head upon her
arms outstretched on the table as_
THE CURTAIN FALLS