ACT II

SCENE: Same as Act I.

[At rise: DR. MASTERSON in easy-chair near the window; opens newspaper,

sighs, wipes glasses, prepares to read.]

MRS. MASTERSON. [Enters with LETITIA.] Well!

DR. MASTERSON. Home, are you?

MRS. MASTERSON. Yes! And such a day!

LETITIA. Shopping with Oceana!

DR. MASTERSON. Humph!

MRS. MASTERSON. Imagine buying clothes for a woman who won't squeeze her

waist, and won't let her skirts touch the ground!

DR. MASTERSON. Why didn't you take her to the men's department?

LETITIA. Don't make a joke of it, father.

DR. MASTERSON. How did you make out?

MRS. MASTERSON. Well, we've got her so the police won't molest her.

LETITIA. We told Madame Clarice her trunks had been misplaced in the

steamer hold.

DR. MASTERSON. Ingenious!

MRS. MASTERSON. Yes! Only she spoiled it all by telling the truth!

DR. MASTERSON. Where is she now?

MRS. MASTERSON. She's walking... she says she must have exercise.

LETITIA. The air in the limousine is close, it seems.

DR. MASTERSON. You got something she could wear to-night?

MRS. MASTERSON. Oh, yes, that part's all right. If I could only have

selected the things she's going to SAY to-night!

[A pause.]

DR. MASTERSON. Well, and what are the signs?

MRS. MASTERSON. I don't know. I can't read her at all.

DR. MASTERSON. You haven't broached the subject yet?

MRS. MASTERSON. Not definitely. I've hinted at it. I said we were

worried about the future of Freddy and Ethel.

DR. MASTERSON. And what did she say to that?

MRS. MASTERSON. She said that she'd take care of them, if I'd let her.

DR. MASTERSON. Why... that's promising.

MRS. MASTERSON. So I thought... till I found she meant taking them off

to the South Seas!

DR. MASTERSON. Oh!

MRS. MASTERSON. I thought I'd wait till to-night... after the dancing.

You see, she'll have met some company, and I thought she might be

feeling more... more genial.

DR. MASTERSON. I understand. A good idea.

LETITIA. Miss Pilkington ought to put her in a good mood.

MRS. MASTERSON. She's passionately fond of fancy dancing, it seems. And

Ethel's been writing her about to-night, so she's quite excited about

it.

DR. MASTERSON. I see.

LETITIA. People are wildly jealous of us because we got Miss Pilkington

to come here. Everybody's talking about it.

MRS. MASTERSON. You haven't heard any criticisms, I hope?

LETITIA. Nothing that amounts to anything.

MRS. MASTERSON. I wish I could feel comfortable about it. It seems so

very daring. It's been only seven months since the funeral. To be sure

... father and I hadn't spoken for ten years.

DR. MASTERSON. And everybody knows the entertainment is for charity.

LETITIA. And we've only asked the very best people.

DR. MASTERSON. And the date was arranged over a year ago.

LETITIA. And it isn't as if we were going to dance ourselves, mother.

And then they are "Biblical Dances," too.

MRS. MASTERSON. I know--I know. But then, the world is so quick to

gossip. They might say we were doing it because he left his fortune to a

girl in the Cannibal Islands!

DR. MASTERSON. Perhaps it's just as well the girl's to be here.

MRS. MASTERSON. Yes, if we can keep her within bounds. I shall be on

pins and needles till it's over.

LETITIA. Such a white elephant in one's home!

MRS. MASTERSON. And then the way Freddy and Ethel are behaving!

LETITIA. Freddy wanted to stay from college and Ethel from her music

lesson--both of them to go and sit around in the stores while Oceana

bought clothes!

DR. MASTERSON. Well, of all things!

MRS. MASTERSON. I hardly know Ethel any more!

LETITIA. And Freddy sits around and stares at her like a man out of his

wits!

MRS. MASTERSON. That'll be the next thing, I suppose... she'll run off

and marry him!

DR. MASTERSON. Well, mightn't that be a good way to solve the problem?

To keep the money in the family?

MRS. MASTERSON. Ouincy!

LETITIA. Besides--she mightn't marry him.

MRS. MASTERSON. Letitia!

LETITIA. Why not, mother?

MRS. MASTERSON. I'm sure, my child, you have no reason for saying

anything like THAT.

LETITIA. I don't trust the minx!

[A pause.]

DR. MASTERSON. Has Henry got home?

LETITIA. He's probably there now.

MRS. MASTERSON. Is he coming here to dinner?

LETITIA. I'm not sure.

MRS. MASTERSON. You'd better take my advice and not let him.

LETITIA. Why not?

MRS. MASTERSON. Because, the first thing you know, we'll have Henry in

love with her, too.

LETITIA. [Horrified.] MOTHER!

MRS. MASTERSON. I mean it, my dear--quite seriously. What's the meaning

of all this discontent of Henry's? I know him well enough.. . he's just

the man to be taken in by the tricks of such a woman! SHE'D give him

plenty of outdoor exercise! SHE'D go live in the country with him!

LETITIA. [Springing up.] Mother! How horrible!

MRS. MASTERSON. Forewarned is forearmed, Letitia. You listen to me, and

let Henry see just as little of Anna Talbot as you can. And when he's

with her, you be there, too.

LETITIA. [In great agitation.] I'll go home right now and see to him!

[Exit.]

DR. MASTERSON. [Sighs.] Oh, dear! And I was waiting for Henry to play

billiards with!

MRS. MASTERSON. You might get Anna to play billiards with you. No doubt

she's an expert.

[Exit right.]

[DR. MASTERSON sighs, shakes his head, and resumes reading.]

OCEANA. [Enters, radiant, clad in an ermine cloak.] Well, Uncle Quincy!

DR. MASTERSON. Oceana! Bless me! How gorgeous!

OCEANA. [Takes it off and throws it on the chair.] It's really too warm

for walking.

DR. MASTERSON. I should have thought, coming from a tropical climate. ..

OCEANA. Ah, but my blood circulates, you see. [Sits opposite him.] Uncle

Quincy, I want to have a talk with you.

DR. MASTERSON. Yes, my dear?

OCEANA. Uncle Quincy, why do you let Aunt Sophronia and Letitia frighten

you the way they do?

DR. MASTERSON. My dear girl!

OCEANA. Take yesterday afternoon, for instance--what I said about

syphilis. You know I was right, and yet you didn't dare say so.

DR. MASTERSON. Really, Oceana...

OCEANA. You are an educated man--a man of science. You know what modern

ideas are. And yet you consent to be walked all over!

DR. MASTERSON. My dear...

OCEANA. Here are these women... they have leisure and opportunity. ..

they ought to be doing some good in the world. And yet they haven't an

idea except to act as other people think they ought to act!

DR. MASTERSON. Dear me! Dear me!

[Rises and begins to pace the room.]

OCEANA. Don't run away from me.

DR. MASTERSON. I'm not running away. But you are so disconcerting,

Oceana...

OCEANA. I know; but that's only because you know that what I say is

true, and you don't like to feel that anybody else knows it.

FREDDY. [Off.] Oceana!

OCEANA. Freddy!

FREDDY. [Enters.] Oh! Father's here!

OCEANA. Yes; we were having a chat.

FREDDY. [Hesitates.] Father, will you excuse me, please... I have

something very important to say to Oceana. I've been waiting for her.

DR. MASTERSON. Why... what...

FREDDY. Don't ask me, please. I must have a talk with her right away.

Please come, Oceana.

OCEANA. All right.

DR. MASTERSON. I was going to the billiard-room, anyway. Pray excuse me.

[Exit centre.]

OCEANA. [Smiles.] See him run! Well, Freddy, what is it?

FREDDY. [Intensely.] Oceana!

OCEANA. What's the matter?

FREDDY. You mustn't stay here!

OCEANA. Why not?

FREDDY. They'll ruin you, Oceana! They'll crush you, they'll spoil you

forever! You must go away!

OCEANA. Why, my dear boy, how can they hurt me?

FREDDY. They will, they will! I've been thinking about it all day! I

didn't go to college... I spent the whole day pacing the streets.

OCEANA. Why, Freddy!

FREDDY. And I want you to come away! Come away with me! I want you.. .

[Wildly.]... I want you to marry me!

OCEANA. [Aghast.] Why, Freddy!

FREDDY. Oh, I know it's a fool way... to blurt it out at you like that.

I thought up a hundred ways to say it to you. I had a fine speech all

by heart, but I can't remember a word of it. When I see you I can't even

think straight. I'm simply beside myself... I can't rest, I can't

sleep, I can't do anything. I used to laugh at such ideas, but now I'm

frightened at myself. Can't you understand me, Oceana? Oceana... I love

you!

OCEANA. [Whispers.] My poor boy!

FREDDY. I don't ask you to say yes... I just ask you to give me a

chance... a hope. If I thought I might win you, I'd do anything.. .

anything! I'd wait for you... I'd work for you... I'd worship you!

Oceana! [He stops.] May I... May I take your hand? [She does not give

it.] Ah, no! I have no right! Oceana, listen to me! I have thought that

I was in love before... but it was just childish, it was nothing like

this. This has been a revelation to me... it makes all the world seem

different to me. And just see how suddenly it's come... why, yesterday

I was a boy! Yesterday I thought some things were interesting... and

to-day I wonder how I could have cared about them. Nothing seems the

same to me. And it all happened at once, it was like an explosion... the

first instant I laid eyes on you I knew that you were the one woman I

could ever love. And I said to myself, she will laugh at you.

[He hesitates.]

OCEANA. No, I won't laugh at you.

FREDDY. I tried to keep it to myself, but I couldn't... not if I were

to be hanged for it. I'm just... just torn out of myself. I'm trembling

with delight, and then I'm plunged into despair, and then I stop to

think and I'm terrified. For I don't know what I can do. Everything in

my life is gone--I won't know how to live if you send me away.

OCEANA. [Gravely.] Freddy, come sit down here. Be rational now.

FREDDY. Yes.

[He sits watching her, in a kind of daze.]

OCEANA. In the first place, Freddy... you must understand, it isn't the

first time this has happened to me.

FREDDY. No, I suppose not.

OCEANA. The officers of the ships always used to fall in love with me.

There were three on this last steamer.

FREDDY. Yes.

OCEANA. You say to marry you. But it's difficult for me to imagine

myself marrying any man, no matter how much I loved him. One has to make

so many promises, you know.

FREDDY. How do you mean?

OCEANA. You have to "love, honor and obey."

FREDDY. But, Oceana! That's a mere form.

OCEANA. No, no. It's written in the laws. All kinds of things... people

don't realize it.

FREDDY. But surely... if you love a man... a decent man...

OCEANA. No decent man ought to ask a woman to sign away her

self-respect.

FREDDY. [Bewildered.] But then... then... what would you do?

OCEANA. [Watches him, then laughs to herself.] Boston is such a funny

place!

FREDDY. Hey?

OCEANA. Let us leave marriage out now... let us talk of love. Realize

how much more serious it is to a woman than it is to a man. A man meets

a woman and he finds her beautiful, and his blood begins to boil, and he

says: "I adore you." And so she gives herself to him; and then, the next

morning, he goes off and forgets all about it.

FREDDY. No, no!

OCEANA. I don't say you, Freddy. But it's happened that way. The woman,

though... she doesn't forget. She carries a reminder. And it's not only

that she has the burden of the child... the anguish of the birth... the

task of suckling and rearing it. It's that she has a miniature of the

man with her all the rest of her days. She has his soul there... blended

with the thing she loves most of all in the world. And so, don't you

see how careful she has to be, how desperately important the thing is to

her? [She sits lost in thought.] I have never been in love, Freddy, not

the least little bit. I have never felt that call in my blood. But some

day I shall feel it; and when I do, I shall take that man as if before a

court of judgment. I shall take him away with me. I shall ask myself not

merely, "Is he beautiful and strong of body?" but, "Is he beautiful

and strong in soul?" I would not ask that he be learned... he might not

chance to be a cultured man. But he would be a man of power, he would be

a man who could rule himself, he would be a soul without base alloy. And

when I had satisfied myself as to that, I would have found my mate. I

would say to him, "I wish you to be the father of my child." [She sits

again, brooding.] I would not exact pledges of him. I would say to him,

"I do not ask you to take care of me; I do not ask you to take care of

my child. You may go away when you wish... that rests with you; but _I_

wish the child." [She pauses.] Do you see?

FREDDY. Yes, I see. [He gazes at her, frightened.] And you... you do not

feel that way about me?

OCEANA. Not the least little bit, Freddy.

FREDDY. And if I waited ever so long?

OCEANA. I do not believe that I should ever feel it, [She puts her hand

upon his arm.] My dear, dear boy! Learn to look at it as I do. Face it

like a man. It is one of those things that we cannot help.. . that we

do not even understand. It is the chemistry of sex; it is Nature's voice

speaking to us. It means no disgrace to you that I do not love you... it

means no inferiority, no defeat. It is the signal that Nature gives

us, that we wait for, and dare not disregard. You dare not ask me to

disregard it! [He is gazing into her eyes like one entranced.] You must

let me teach you... you must let me help you. You must not let this mean

misery and despair. Take hold of yourself. Perhaps you and Ethel can go

back with me to my island... for I think that I am going. [He continues

to gaze at her, speechless with admiration. She presses his arm.] Now

promise me.

FREDDY. What?

OCEANA. That you will be a man.

[They gaze into each other's eyes.]

ETHEL. [Off.] Oceana!

OCEANA. Here is your sister. Let us not trouble her. [Aloud.] Ethel!

ETHEL. [Enters in street costume.] Oh, here you are! And your new

clothes!

OCEANA. Do you like me?

ETHEL. No, they don't belong to you!

OCEANA. [Laughs.] Well, I shan't wear them long.

ETHEL. What are you going to do?

OCEANA. I'm going to design some for myself.

ETHEL. What kind?

OCEANA. I don't know yet. But it'll be something that will leave my legs

outside.

ETHEL. And did you get something beautiful for tonight?

OCEANA. I got something that will do.

ETHEL. Oceana, when am I to see the dance?

OCEANA. I told you, when I have my costume.

ETHEL. But when will that be?

OCEANA. When my trunks have come.

FREDDY. They came this afternoon.

OCEANA. Oh! Then we'll have it to-morrow morning! And I'll show you my

beautiful bridal-robe.

FREDDY. Bridal-robe?

OCEANA. Yes. Didn't I tell you? It was made for me by one of our King's

sons. His name was Paukopi... that means, in our language, "Child of the

Sea Foam." And he was in love with me.

ETHEL. Oh!

OCEANA. He was very sad and went away by himself. But he was a man.. .

he did not go to pieces. [She looks at FREDDY.] He went into the forest

and spent his time hunting wild birds; and he gathered their feathers

and made them into this gorgeous robe... purple and gold and green and

scarlet. He brought it and laid it at my feet, and said that it was my

bridal-robe, that I must wear it at my feast.

ETHEL. Oh, how lovely!

FREDDY. [Rises and turns away in despair.] Oh!

ETHEL. Tell me a little about the Sunrise Dance.

OCEANA. It represents the worship of Nature. It portrays an awakening

from slumber... you know the soft part of the music at the beginning...

ETHEL. Yes.

OCEANA. Then gradually I rise to my feet and gaze towards the light.

There is the sun shining upon the waves of the sea, and upon the palm

branches. All life is awakening and singing for joy... and so the music

rises to an ecstasy.

ETHEL. And do you dance other things?

OCEANA. Oh, yes--lots of things.

ETHEL. Oh, Oceana! I'm just wild to see you!

OCEANA. And I'm wild to dance. I must have some vent pretty soon. You

see, at home I was out of doors all the time. I hunted and fished, I

swam and dived, I danced on the beach. And here... why, I walk down the

street, and I daren't even so much as sing out loud. I have to remember

that I'm a young lady, and have an ermine cloak on! Truly, I don't see

how you ever stand it!

ETHEL. We were brought up that way.

OCEANA. Yes; and that's why you're undeveloped and frail. But tell

me, don't you ever have an impulse to play? That beautiful snow out

there--don't you want to tumble round in it and pelt each other with

snowballs?

FREDDY. We did that when we were children.

OCEANA. Yes, that's the way. But I, you see... I'm a child still; and I

expect to be always.

ETHEL. And are you always happy, Oceana?

OCEANA. Always.

ETHEL. You never... you never even start to feel sad?

OCEANA. Why yes, now and then. But I don't permit such moods. You see,

I have the conviction that there is nothing beautiful or right about

sorrow--never, under any circumstances.

ETHEL. You mean you would not mourn, even if some one you loved were to

die?

OCEANA. I mean that I did not. [She pauses.] Yes, exactly... my father.

He had been my life's companion, and they brought him home drowned; and

yet I did not mourn.

ETHEL. Oceana!

OCEANA. I had trained myself... for just that. We had made ourselves

what you might call soul-exercises; little ceremonies to remind

ourselves of things we wished to hold by. The Sunrise Dance was one of

those. And then, on the last day of each month, at sunset, we would

sit and watch the shadows fade, and contemplate death. [She pauses,

gravely.] We would say to ourselves that we, too, were shadows ...

rainbows in the sea-mist; that we held our life as a gift... we carried

it in our hands, ready to give it up when we heard the call. [A pause.]

HENRY. [Opens door centre and enters. Sees OCEANA and halts.] Oh!

OCEANA. [Turns and sees him.] Why! Here's a man! [They gaze at each

other, transfixed.] Ethel! Who is he?

ETHEL. Why, this is Henry. Letitia's husband.

OCEANA. Oh! Letitia's husband! [With a sudden, frank gesture, putting

out her hand.] Henry!

HENRY. Oceana!

[As their hands meet, they stand looking into each other's faces.]

OCEANA. [Gripping his hand tightly.] You are strong! [Looks at his

hand.] And you do not smoke, either! Let me see your eyes.

HENRY. [Perplexed.] My eyes?

OCEANA. Your eyes. [Turns him toward the light; studies his eyes.] They

dosed you with quinine! Malaria, I suppose?

HENRY. Why... yes. But how can you tell?

OCEANA. I can tell many things. Let me see your tongue.

HENRY. [Bewildered.] My tongue?

OCEANA. Your tongue.

HENRY. But what for?

OCEANA. I can tell more about a man by looking at his tongue for a

minute than by listening to it for a week.

HENRY. But, Oceana--

OCEANA. I am in earnest.

HENRY. [Laughs.] Why... really...

OCEANA. Are you afraid?

HENRY. Good heavens, no!

OCEANA. Put it out. [He pats his tongue out and she examines it.] So! A

man with a red tongue! And in a civilized city!

HENRY. Oughtn't it to be red?

OCEANA. And he doesn't know what it ought to be! How delicious! [She

steps back from him.] And so you are Letitia's husband. Tell me, are you

happy with her?

HENRY. [Startled; stares at her intently.] No, no... you ought not to

ask me that.

OCEANA. Why not?

HENRY. [In a low voice.] Because you know.

OCEANA. Yes, that's true. [A pause; she changes the subject.] I have

heard my father speak of you often.

HENRY. He remembered me, did he? I was only twenty when he went away.

OCEANA. He said that he taught you to play single-stick.

HENRY. Ah yes, to be sure!

OCEANA. He taught me also.

HENRY. You?

OCEANA. It was our favorite game.

HENRY. It's a rather rough game for a woman.

OCEANA. I love it. We'll have a bout.

HENRY. I'm afraid... I don't think I could.

OCEANA. Why not?

HENRY. [Laughs.] I should find it a psychical impossibility to hit a

woman.

OCEANA. You might find it a physical impossibility in this case. [With

sudden excitement.] Why, my trunks have come! We could have a go before

dinner. Couldn't we, Freddy?

FREDDY. I suppose so.

OCEANA. Oh, it's just what I'm pining for! To get my blood stirring

again! And you, too... surely you must be chafing, out of patience! [She

stops abruptly.] Oh!

MRS. MASTERSON. [Enters left.] Henry!

HENRY. Yes?

MRS. MASTERSON. When did you get here?

HENRY. Just a minute ago.

MRS. MASTERSON. You've met Anna, I see.

OCEANA. Yes, Aunt Sophronia... we're getting along famously.

MRS. MASTERSON. Letitia's looking for you, Henry.

HENRY. Where is she?

MRS. MASTERSON. She went home to find you.

HENRY. Humph! I came here for her.

MRS. MASTERSON. She wants you at once.

HENRY. All right. Good-bye, Oceana.

OCEANA. Until later.

HENRY [exit centre with MRS. MASTERSON.]

OCEANA. So that is Henry! Tell me, Ethel, have they any children?

ETHEL. Yes... two.

OCEANA. How long have they been married?

ETHEL. Six years.

OCEANA. Six years! And is he really happy?

ETHEL. Why... you know Letitia.

OCEANA. Yes, but I don't know Henry.

ETHEL. [Laughs.] I guess he's so-so. Like most of us.

OCEANA. [Half to herself.] I'll find out for myself. ['Phone rings;

FREDDY rises.] What's that? It's the 'phone. [Rises.] I hadn't noticed

it before! How interesting!

ETHEL. That's so! You never saw one?

FREDDY. [At 'phone.] Hello! Yes, this is Mrs. Masterson's. This is her

son. Can't I take the message? Oh, from Miss Pilkington. Oh! Why, that's

too bad! Why no, of course not. Tell Miss Pilkington we're as sorry as

can be! No, I'll attend to it. Good-bye. [Turns.] Miss Pilkington can't

come!

ETHEL. What?

FREDDY. She's slipped in the snow and hurt her ankle.

ETHEL. Oh, Freddy!

OCEANA. What a shame!

[They stare at one another.]

ETHEL. Was that she at the 'phone?

FREDDY. No, her maid. She's laid up.

ETHEL. What in the world will we do?

FREDDY. It's too late to notify people.

ETHEL. How perfectly beastly!

FREDDY. I'll go tell mother.

OCEANA. No, wait!

FREDDY. What is it?

OCEANA. I've an idea.

FREDDY. What?

OCEANA. Why not let ME take her place?

ETHEL. How do you mean?

OCEANA. Let me dance!

ETHEL. Oh!

OCEANA. Why not? I'd love to do it.

ETHEL. Oceana! You'd do the Sunrise Dance?

OCEANA. Yes; and then if they liked it, I could do some others.

ETHEL. Oh, Oceana! How perfectly lovely! But... but I wonder if it would

be all right. I mean... it wouldn't shock them?

OCEANA. Why should it, my dear?

ETHEL. Is it what they'd call proper?

OCEANA. Why, of course, Ethel. How ridiculous! It isn't a sex-dance.

It's religious.

FREDDY. And the costume?

OCEANA. Oh, the costume is beautiful.

ETHEL. Then I'll ask mother.

[Starts to go.]

OCEANA. Wait. Will Henry be there?

ETHEL. Of course.

OCEANA. Are you sure?

ETHEL. Of course.

OCEANA. [Eagerly.] Why ask your mother at all? Why not just go ahead and

do it?

ETHEL. Oceana!

OCEANA. Why not? She'd only worry meantime. So let's just wait, and I'll

go ahead.

ETHEL. Oh, would you dare?

OCEANA. Why, of course! She needn't know until almost time. Is this Miss

Pilkington known here?

ETHEL. No, she's never been in Boston before.

FREDDY. Mother met her in London. She promised she'd do her famous

Biblical Dances for mother's pet foundling asylum.

OCEANA. Well, don't you see? Most of the people wouldn't know till it

was all over! And oh, Ethel, it would be such a lark! [ETHEL and

FREDDY gaze at each other dubiously.] Who was going to play for Miss

Pilkington?

ETHEL. I was.

OCEANA. Well, then, you can play for me! You see, Ethel, I'm afraid to

tell your mother... she mightn't be willing. She wants to suppress me,

and oh, I just can't be suppressed! I must have something to do or I'll

jump out of my skin, Ethel. Truly, my dear, if this goes on much longer,

I'll go out and climb the telegraph pole in front of the house! And if I

can only make an impression with my dancing, then I may choose that

for my career. I've been thinking of it seriously... it's one way, that

people might let me preach joy and health to them. If I can't do that,

I'll go off and turn into a suffragette, or join the Anarchists, or

something worse!

ETHEL. Freddy, what do you say?

FREDDY. I'll stand my share of the racket.

OCEANA. Oh, come on! I'm just wild for some kind of mischief! I could

dance like the grandmother of all the witches! Come, let's practice

some. Play for me, Ethel! Play! [Pushes her toward the piano; raises her

hands in triumph; whispers.] Henry!

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