_Christmas Eve; fourteen months later; the dining room of the Hunters'
house, which is now lived in jointly by the_ STERLINGS _and_ MRS. HUNTER
_and her daughters. It is a dark wainscoted room, with curtains of
crimson brocade. It is decorated with laurel roping, mistletoe, and
holly, for Christmas. It is the end of a successful dinner party,
fourteen happy and more or less congenial persons being seated at a
table, as follows:_ WARDEN, RUTH, MASON, CLARA, TROTTER, MRS. HUNTER,
BLANCHE, STERLING, MISS SILLERTON, MR. GODESBY, JESSICA, DOCTOR
STEINHART, _and_ MISS GODESBY. _The room is dark on all sides, only a
subdued light being shed on the table by two large, full candelabra with
red shaded candles. As the curtain rises the bare backs of the three
women nearest the footlights gleam out white. Candied fruit and other
sweetmeats are being passed by four men servants, including_ JORDAN
_and_ LEONARD.
RUTH. My dear Blanche, what delicious candy!
MISS SILLERTON. Isn't it!
MISS GODESBY. Half of the candy offered one nowadays seems made of
_papier-mâché_.
MRS. HUNTER. [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] Julia, do tell me how Mr. Tomlins
takes his wife's divorce?
MISS GODESBY. He takes it with a grain of salt!
MRS. HUNTER. But isn't he going to bring a counter suit?
STERLING. No.
RUTH. I hope not. I am an old-fashioned woman and don't believe in
divorce!
MISS GODESBY. Really! But then you're not married!
MISS SILLERTON. What is the reason for so much divorce nowadays?
RUTH. Marriage is the principal one.
BLANCHE. _I_ don't believe in divorce, either.
MISS SILLERTON. My dear, no woman married to as handsome a man as Mr.
Sterling would.
TROTTER. You people are all out of date! More people get divorced
nowadays than get married.
BLANCHE. Too many people do--that's the trouble. I meant what I said
when I was married--"for better, for worse, till death us do
part."--What is the opera Monday?
TROTTER. Something of Wagner's. He's a Dodo bird! Bores me to death! Not
catchy enough music for me.
MRS. HUNTER. You'd adore him if you went to Bayreuth. Which was that
opera, Clara, we heard at Bayreuth last summer? Was it _Faust_ or
_Lohengrin_! They play those two so much here I'm always getting them
mixed!
MISS SILLERTON. Wagner didn't write _Faust_!
MRS. HUNTER. Didn't he? I thought he had; he's written so many operas
the last few seasons!
CLARA. I like _Tannhäuser_, because as soon as you hear the "twinkle,
twinkle, little stars" song, you can cheer up and think of your wraps
and fur boots.
TROTTER. My favorite operas are _San Toy_ and the _Roger Brothers_,
though I saw _Florodora_ thirty-six times!
BLANCHE. Mother would have gone with you every one of those thirty-six
_Florodora_ times. She's not really fond of music.
MRS. HUNTER. Not fond of music! Didn't I have an opera box for four
years?
TROTTER. Why doesn't Conried make some arrangement with Weber and Fields
and introduce their chorus into _Faust_ and _Carmen_?
DR. STEINHART. Great idea! [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] Did you get a lot of
jolly presents?
MISS GODESBY. Not half bad, especially two fine French bulls!
[_All are laughing and talking together._
BLANCHE. What did you get, Mr. Warden?
WARDEN. Three copies of "David Harum," two umbrellas, and a cigar case
too short for my cigars.
MISS GODESBY. Give it to me for cigarettes.
WARDEN. It's too long for cigarettes. Then I had something that's either
a mouchoir or a handkerchief case, or for neckties, or shaving papers,
or something or other.
TROTTER. Yes, I know, I got one of those, too.
DR. STEINHART. So did I!
BLANCHE. I must start the women; we are coming back here to arrange a
surprise for you men.
[_She nods her head in signal to_ STERLING, _and rises. All rise._
STERLING. One moment please. One toast on Christmas night! Ned, give us
a toast.
ALL THE WOMEN. [_But not in unison._] Oh, yes! A toast! [_Ad lib._]
WARDEN. [_Holding up his glass._]
Here's to those whom we love! And to those who love us! And to those who
love those whom we love And to those who love those who love us!
ALL THE MEN. [_Not in unison._] Good! Bravo! Bully toast! [_Ad lib._]
[_Every one drinks._
BLANCHE. One more toast, Dick. [_To the others._] Christmas Day is our
boy's birthday.
RUTH. Surely! a toast to Richard!
STERLING. Long life to Master Sterling, the best boy in the world, and
to all his good friends at this table.
THE MEN. Hear! Hear!
[_All the women speak their next speeches at the same time._
BLANCHE. [_Laughing._] Of course! I've dropped my handkerchief.}
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[NED _dives under the table for it._ }
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MISS SILLERTON. O dear, my fan! }
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MISS GODESBY. What a bore! I've dropped a glove! }
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[STEINHART _goes under the table for it._ }
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CLARA. Both my gloves gone--I'm so sorry! }
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[GODESBY _goes under the table for them._ }
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MRS. HUNTER. Dick, please, I've dropped my smelling bottle. } [ALL
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[TROTTER _and_ STERLING _go under the table for it._ }
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RUTH. My gloves, please, I'm so sorry! }
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[MASON _goes under the table for them._ }
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[_The speeches of the women are simultaneous, followed }
by the movements of the men also, all at the same time._ }
BLANCHE. Please don't bother; the servants--
LEONARD, JORDAN _and, two extra men start to hunt under the table, too._
MISS GODESBY. Women ought to have everything they own fastened to them
with rubberneck elastics.
[_The men, somewhat flustered, all rise with the various articles, and
offer them to their respective owners._
[_All the women thank the men profusely, and apologize at the same
time._ STERLING _takes_ MRS. HUNTER _out at back, followed by all the
other couples, all talking._ RUTH _and_ MASON _lag behind._
RUTH. [_To_ BLANCHE, _who with_ WARDEN _waits for_ RUTH _and_ MASON _to
pass._] I want just a minute with Mr. Mason, Blanche. [BLANCHE _and_
WARDEN _pass out before her._ RUTH _is alone with_ MASON. _She speaks as
if she were carrying on a conversation that had been interrupted. She
speaks in a lowered voice, indicating the private nature of what she has
to say._] I sent him imperative word yesterday I must have the bonds. I
told him I wanted one to give to his wife for Christmas. He pretends
to-day he didn't receive this letter, but he must have.
MASON. This makes the third time there has been some excuse for not
giving you the bonds?
RUTH. Yes, and this letter he says he didn't get was sent to his office
by hand.
MASON. I'll speak to him before I leave.
[_They go out at back._
[_As they pass out,_ JORDAN _stands by the doorway holding the curtains
back. The other three men stand stiffly at the Right. As_ MASON _and_
RUTH _go out, the_ SERVANTS _relax and exchange glances, each giving a
little laugh out loud, except_ JORDAN. _During the following dialogue
they empty the table preparatory to arranging the room for the Christmas
tree._
JORDAN. Sh! A very dull dinner, not an interesting word spoke.
FIRST FOOTMAN. The widder seemed chipper like!
LEONARD. And did you get on to the old lady's rig-out; mourning don't
hang very heavy on her shoulders.
[_One chair is moved back._
JORDAN. [_To_ FIRST FOOTMAN.] Get the coffee. [_He goes out Right. To_
LEONARD.] Get the smoking lay-out!
[LEONARD _goes out Right and brings back a silver tray laden with
cigarettes, cigar boxes, and a burning alcohol lamp._
LEONARD. If you ask me, I think she's going to put a bit more on the
matrimonial mare if she gets the chance.
JORDAN. It's none of your business. You're _Mrs. Sterling's_ servant
now.
LEONARD. Good thing, too; it was a happy day for us when _they_ moved
in.
FIRST FOOTMAN. [_Reënters with the coffee._] Say, did you see how that
young feller over there [_Motioning to the lower right-hand corner of
the table._] shovelled the food in?
LEONARD. And the way he poured down the liquid--regular hog! My arm's
tired a-filling of his glass.
[_And he drinks a glass of champagne which has been left untouched by a
guest._
JORDAN. He ain't nobody; he hasn't any money; he was just asked to fill
up. He's one of these yere singing chaps what's asked to pass the time
after dinner with a song or two _gratis_. This dinner'll last him for
food for a week!
_Their manners suddenly change as the men reënter and take seats about
the two ends of the table._ STERLING, MASON, _and_ DOCTOR _down Left
form one group. The other men are in a group between the window and the
other end. On entering_ STERLING _speaks._
STERLING. Jordan, for heaven's sake, give us something to see by! You
can't tell which end of your cigar to light in this confounded woman's
candle-light. If I had my way, I'd have candelabras made of Welsbachs!
TROTTER. Bright idea, Sterling.
[STERLING, _laughing, joins his group, who laugh gently with him._
JORDAN _turns on the electric light. The servants pass the coffee,
liqueurs, and the cigars and cigarettes. Meanwhile the following
dialogue takes place, the men beginning to talk at once on their
entrance._
STERLING. Mr. Mason, I'd like to ask your honest opinion on something if
you'll give it me.
MASON. Certainly.
STERLING. This Hudson Electric Company.
DR. STEINHART. Oh! Dropped fearfully to-day.
STERLING. But that can happen easily with the best thing. To-morrow--
MASON. [_Interrupting._] To-morrow it will drop to its _very bottom_!
STERLING. I don't believe it.
DR. STEINHART. Surely, Mr. Mason, the men who floated that are too
clever to ruin _themselves_?
MASON. They're out of it.
STERLING. Out of it!
MASON. They got out last week quietly.
STERLING. But--
MASON. Mark my words, the day after to-morrow there'll be several
foolish people ruined, and _not one of the promoters of that company
will lose a penny_!
STERLING. I don't believe it!
[_The crowd at the other end of the table, who have been listening to a
tale from_ TROTTER, _laugh heartily._
TROTTER. [_Delighted with his success._] I'm no Dodo bird!
[WARDEN _leaves this group casually and joins the other._
MASON. [_To_ STERLING.] Don't tell me _you're_ in it?
STERLING. [_Ugly._] Yes, I am in it!
MASON. Not _much?_
STERLING. Yes, _much!_
WARDEN. Much what?
STERLING. Oh, nothing; we were just discussing stocks.
WARDEN. And up there they're discussing Jeffreys and Fitzsimmons.
MASON. Listen, Dick, after a lifelong experience in Wall Street, I defy
any broker to produce one customer who can show a profit after three
consecutive years of speculation.
STERLING. Oh, you're too conservative; nothing venture, nothing have.
Excuse me, I think Jeffreys and Fitzsimmons more amusing topics. Come
along.
[STERLING _and_ DR. STEINHART _join the other group Right._
MASON. [_To_ WARDEN.] You're Sterling's broker.
WARDEN. No, not for over a year.
MASON. Then you can't tell me how deep he is in this Hudson Electric
swindle?
WARDEN. Is he in it at all?
MASON. Yes, he says, deep.
WARDEN. I suspected it yesterday.
MASON. But what with--his wife's money?
WARDEN. That went fourteen months ago. I put him on his feet then, gave
him some tips that enabled him to take this house with her mother, so
that with his regular law business he ought to have done very well, but
his living could not leave one cent over to speculate with.
MASON. [_To himself._] Good God!
WARDEN. I know what you're afraid of.
MASON. No!
WARDEN. Yes. The reason I'm no longer his broker is he was ashamed to
let me know about his dealings.
MASON. But you don't mean you think he'd actually _steal_!
WARDEN. His _aunt's_ money? Why not? _He did his wife's!_
MASON. Does he handle any one else's affairs?
WARDEN. I know he takes care of that Godesby woman's property.
MASON. And she wouldn't hold her tongue if a crash came!
WARDEN. Not for a minute! Is Miss Hunter suspicious?
MASON. Yes. Does Sterling realize that to-morrow he will most probably
be a ruined cheat?
WARDEN. Very likely.
MASON. If he made up his mind to-night it was all up with him, he might
do--what?
WARDEN. Run away with whatever money he has left, or kill himself. I
don't know if he's enough of a coward for that or not. There's _one_
hold on him--he loves his wife.
MASON. Which will make him all the more ashamed of discovery. Do you
believe she suspects?
WARDEN. Not a bit. She loves him too dearly.
MASON. Can _we_ do anything?
WARDEN. Nothing but watch him closely till the people go. Then force him
to make a clean breast of it, so we can all know where we stand; how we
can best protect his aunt from ruin and his wife and boy from public
disgrace.
MASON. He is watching us.
WARDEN. He knows I know him; we must be careful. He's coming toward us.
[_He then speaks in a different tone, but no louder._] You're certain of
the trustworthiness of your information?
MASON. Absolutely. Every man left in that concern will be ruined before
the 'Change closes after to-morrow. [STERLING _has joined them in time
to hear the end of_ MASON'S _speech._ MASON _continues._] I am telling
Warden what I told you about the Hudson Electric Company.
STERLING. Can't you talk of something pleasanter?
[BLANCHE _reënters at back. On her entrance all the men rise. The
servants finish preparing the room for the tree._
BLANCHE. I'm very sorry--I really can't let you men stay here any
longer.
ALL THE MEN. Why not? How's that? [_Ad lib._]
BLANCHE. You know we want to get this room ready for Santa Claus! Dick!
[_She goes to her husband. All the men go out at back in a group led by_
WARDEN _and_ MASON. _They are all talking and laughing._ BLANCHE _is
left alone with her husband._] What is this Aunt Ruth has been telling
me about not being able to get some bonds from you?
STERLING. Oh, nothing. I forgot to send them up to her, that's all.
BLANCHE. But she says she sent three times.
STERLING. One time too late to get into the vault; and the other, her
letter was mislaid--I mean not given to me.
BLANCHE. You haven't broken your word to me?
STERLING. What if I had?
BLANCHE. I would let the law take its course.
STERLING. You must love me very little.
BLANCHE. I _live_ with you. First you robbed me of my respect for you;
then you dried up my heart with neglect.
STERLING. And our boy?
BLANCHE. Your blood runs in his veins; your shame and disgrace would be
a fearful warning to him. It might kill _me_; but never mind, if it
_saved him_.
STERLING. Oh, well, I haven't broken my word! So you needn't worry. I've
been honest enough.
BLANCHE. [_With a long sigh of relief._] Oh! I hope so!
MRS. HUNTER. [_Appearing in doorway at back._] The men are in the
drawing-room--shall we come _here_?
BLANCHE. Yes, we'll bring the others, mother. Come, Dick.
[_She goes out with_ MRS. HUNTER _at back._
STERLING. [_Goes to door Right, opens it, and calls._] Leonard!
[LEONARD _enters Right_
LEONARD. Yes, sir?
STERLING. Go up to my library at the top of the house, get a railroad
guide you will find there, and bring it down and put it on the table in
the hall just outside the drawing-room door.
LEONARD. Yes, sir.
STERLING. Then go to my room and pack my bag and dressing case. Do you
understand?
LEONARD. Yes, sir.
[_The women are heard singing "Follow the Man from Cook's," and
gradually coming nearer._
STERLING. Be quick, and say nothing to any one.
LEONARD. Yes, sir.
[_He goes out quickly Right._ STERLING _goes up stage and stands beside
the door at back as the women dance in, singing "Follow the Man from
Cook's." They are led by_ CLARA, _with_ MRS. HUNTER _on the end._
BLANCHE _and_ RUTH _follow alone, not dancing. The others dance around
the chairs and_ CLARA _jumps on and off one of them; this stops the
rest, who balk at it._ STERLING _goes out at back. The_ SERVANTS _enter
Right._
CLARA. I don't care for this dinner party at all. The women are all the
time being chased away from the men! I prefer being with Mr. Trotter.
Don't you, mama?
MISS SILLERTON. He doesn't seem able to give a dinner party any more
without you to chaperone, Mrs. Hunter.
BLANCHE. Mother, how can you?
MRS. HUNTER. Oh, I don't know as it's _chaperoning_! I like Mr. Trotter
very much.
MISS SILLERTON. But he's such a little cad. I tried to give him a lift,
but he was too heavy for me.
CLARA. Oh, well, you ought just to pretend it's the money in his pocket
makes him so heavy; then you'd find him dead easy.
[_Meanwhile the_ SERVANTS _have arranged the table, taken out the extra
leaves and made it square, and left the room. They now reënter, bringing
in a gorgeously decorated and lighted Christmas tree. There is at once a
loud chorus of delighted approval from the women. The_ SERVANTS _place
the tree in the centre of the table. The women who are sitting rise and
come near to examine the tree._
RUTH. What a beautiful tree, Blanche!
BLANCHE. The boy is to have it to-morrow morning--it's really _his_
tree! [TOMPSON _brings in a large basket containing seven small
stockings and six small boys' socks--very small stockings and very small
socks. They are made of bright and different colors and are stuffed into
absurd, bulgy shapes._] There's a name on each one. Come along now!
[_Taking out a little sock. The women crowd around the basket and each
hangs a sock on the tree,_ MISS GODESBY _and_ CLARA _standing on
chairs._
CLARA. [_Reading the name on her sock._] Oh! mine's for Mr. Mason.
What's in it, Blanche?
BLANCHE. I really can't tell you. I asked the clerk where I bought it
what it was for, and he said he didn't know; it was a "Christmas
present."
MISS GODESBY. [_Laughing._] Oh, I know the kind! Mine's for Howard
Godesby. What's his present?
BLANCHE. A silver golf marker.
MISS GODESBY. But he doesn't play golf!
BLANCHE. Well, he ought to; it'll keep him young.
CLARA. It will be all right, anyway, Julia! _You_ can give it away to
some one next Christmas.
MISS SILLERTON. What's in Mr. Trotter's?
BLANCHE. Oh, that present has almost been my death! Men are so hard to
find things for! I had put in a gold pencil for his key chain, but
to-night while we were eating our oysters, I saw him show a beauty that
his mother had given him this morning! So I whispered to Jordan between
the soup and fish to change Mr. Ryder's name to Mr. Trotter's stocking,
and put Mr. Trotter's name on the one that had a cigarette case in it. I
sneaked a message down to Dick on my dinner card--was it all right?--and
he sent back word during the game that Trotter only smoked cigars; so
before the ices were passed I shuffled Mr. Trotter's and Mr. Mason's
names,--I'd given Mason the cigar case,--and just as Jordan signalled to
me the transfer had been successfully effected, I heard Trotter casually
observe he'd been obliged to give up smoking entirely--_doctor's
orders_!
[_They laugh punctiliously, rather bored by_ BLANCHE'S _long account._
MRS. HUNTER. Isn't the tree stunning?
CLARA. [_Getting down from her chair._] It makes the table look like one
of Mr. Trotter's "informal little dinners."
MISS GODESBY. They say he has one of those men who arrange shop windows
decorate his dinner table for him!
BLANCHE. The only time I ever dined with him I was really ashamed to go
home with my dinner favor--it was so gorgeous! And there were such big
bunches of violets in the finger bowls there wasn't room for your little
finger.
MISS GODESBY. You never saw such a lot of decoration! The game have
ribbon garters on their legs, and even the raw oysters wear corsage
bouquets! [_To_ MRS. HUNTER.] I hope you don't mind what we're saying,
Mrs. Hunter?
MRS. HUNTER. [_Offended._] I must say I do mind very much.--[_A
pause._]--because--[_A second pause._]--well, I am going to marry Mr.
Trotter--[_All, not believing her, laugh merrily._] You are all very
rude!
MISS GODESBY. Not on the level! Not _Trotter_!
MISS SILLERTON. Not _really_!
BLANCHE. No, no, of course not!
[_She rings bell._
MRS. HUNTER. But I _am_! And I thought here at my daughter's table,
among my own friends (I was allowed to name the guests to-night), I
could count on good wishes and congratulations.
[_There is a dead silence._
[_The musicians, a band of Neapolitan players, enter and take their
places in a recess at Left._
BLANCHE. [_To the musicians._] You may play. [_To_ JORDAN, _who has
brought in the Neapolitans._] We are ready, Jordan.
[JORDAN _goes out at back._
[RUTH _goes to_ BLANCHE.
[_The guitars and mandolins begin a popular song._
MISS GODESBY. [_To_ MRS. HUNTER.] Oh, well, Mrs. Hunter, we were only
codding! There's lots of good in Trotter, and I'm sure you'll bring it
out. Good luck!
[_Shaking her hand._
RUTH. [_To_ BLANCHE, _aside._] You won't allow this!
BLANCHE. Certainly not. [BLANCHE _crosses to her mother and they go to
one side together;_ BLANCHE _speaks in a lowered voice._] You've amazed
and shocked me! I will not tolerate such a thing; we'll talk it over
to-night.
[_She leaves her and returns to her guests_, MRS. HUNTER _standing where
she is left, biting her lips and almost crying with rage and
mortification._
MISS GODESBY. [_Before the musicians, to_ BLANCHE _as she joins her._]
I'm crazy about these men, Mrs. Sterling; they play so awfully
well--especially that one with the lovely legs!
[JORDAN _pulls aside the curtains at back and all the men reënter
except_ WARDEN. _They all join hands and dance around the tree, singing
with the musicians; they break, and go up to a side table, where
everything to drink is displayed._ WARDEN _enters at this moment and
motions to_ MASON _and leads him down stage._
WARDEN. There was a railway guide in the hall--that's what he went there
for; he's _going to run away to-night_.
MASON. How'll we prevent it?
WARDEN. First, we must break up this party!
MASON. How?
WARDEN. I haven't quite thought yet. Go back to the others; send Jordan
to me; don't lose sight of Dick. Jordan! [_He takes him aside._] I want
you to go out of this room for a minute, pretend to go upstairs, then
come back and tell Mrs. Sterling, loud enough for the others to hear
you, that Master Richard is very ill, and say the maid is frightened.
JORDAN. [_Hesitating._] But--
WARDEN. [_Quickly and firmly._] Do as I tell you. I am responsible for
whatever happens.
[JORDAN _goes out at back. The men and women are laughing and talking
about the sideboard._
BLANCHE. Come now, everybody! Let's have the presents. Dick, you know
you are to be Santa Claus.
[STERLING _looks nervously at his watch._
STERLING. Just a minute, dear! Ned! [_Takes_ WARDEN _to one side. The
women move about the tree, hunting for their own names on the stockings
on the table at the foot of the tree._] Ned, I've been suddenly called
out of town on business--must catch the eleven-twenty train. I don't
want to break up the party, so you empty the tree, and when the time
comes for me to go, I'll slip out.
WARDEN. And when your guests go?
STERLING. Oh, then you can explain for me.
[JORDAN _enters at back._
JORDAN. [_To_ BLANCHE.] Beg pardon, madam, but Master Richard is very
ill.
BLANCHE. [_Alarmed._] Richard!
JORDAN. Yes, ma'am, and Droves is very frightened, ma'am.
RUTH. Richard ill?
[_All give exclamations of surprise and regret and sympathy._
BLANCHE. My little boy ill? Excuse me, I must go to him.
[_She hurries out at back._ RUTH _speaks to the musicians, who stop
playing._
STERLING. [_Moved._] My boy ill--why, I can't--I can't--
WARDEN. "Can't" what?
STERLING. How can I go away?
WARDEN. Surely you won't let business take you away from your boy who
may be dying.
STERLING. No! I won't go! I'll face it out! I can't leave my boy like
this--
RUTH. [_Coming to_ STERLING.] I'm going to take these women away; tell
Blanche not to give them a thought. Their evening up to now has been
charming.
[_During_ RUTH'S _speech_, WARDEN _has spoken aside with_ MASON.
WARDEN. [_Aside to_ MASON.] Don't let Miss Hunter go.
RUTH. [_To the other guests._] Come to the drawing-room.
MRS. HUNTER. I was crazy to see what was in my stocking.
[_All pass out talking, expressing conventional sympathy on account of_
RICHARD, _but evidently resenting the breaking up of the party._
STERLING _and_ WARDEN _are left alone in the room._ STERLING _moves to
go up to back;_ WARDEN _interrupts him._
WARDEN. [_To_ STERLING.] Where are you going?
STERLING. To my boy and my wife.
WARDEN. Wait a minute; I want to speak to you.
STERLING. Speak to me later; I can't wait now.
BLANCHE. [_Off stage, at back, excitedly._] Jordan! [_She enters,
excited, half hysterical._] Jordan! Where is Jordan? It was a lie! What
did he mean? Richard is sleeping sweetly. The maid knows nothing of
being alarmed! Where is Jordan?
[_She starts to go toward the door Right._
WARDEN. [_Stops her._] Mrs. Sterling, he had nothing to do with it! _I_
told Jordan to say what he said.
[BLANCHE _turns and looks at_ WARDEN _in astonishment._
STERLING. [_Stunned and at once suspicious._] What?
BLANCHE. But--
WARDEN. Forgive me for so cruelly alarming you; it was the only way I
could think of for getting rid at once of your guests!
STERLING. [_Angry._] You'll interfere once too often in the affairs of
this house.
BLANCHE. [_Indignant._] But what excuse can you make, Mr. Warden?
WARDEN. Will you be so good as to ask Miss Hunter and Mr. Mason to come
here? They will explain what I have done, partly, and your husband will
tell you the rest when you come back.
[STERLING _sneers aloud._
BLANCHE. I don't understand, I don't understand.
[_She goes out at back._
STERLING. Well, I _do_ understand, at least enough.
WARDEN. Good! That spares me a very disagreeable speech.
STERLING. No, it doesn't! Come out with it! What is it you want? What is
it you've found out?
WARDEN. From betraying a trust, you've come, in less than two years, to
an outright embezzlement.
STERLING. Speak out--give us facts!
WARDEN. You've stolen your aunt's fortune.
STERLING. _Prove that!_
WARDEN. It's _her money_ that's lost in the Hudson Electric Company!
STERLING. PROVE IT!
WARDEN. Easy enough, to-morrow.
STERLING. You've got to excuse your action _to-night_ or _be kicked_ out
of my house!
WARDEN. [_Strong._] Isn't what I say the truth?
STERLING. [_Equally strong._] No! And now get out!
WARDEN. [_Looks at his watch._] I'll not leave this house till it's too
late for you to take that eleven-twenty.
STERLING. [_More ugly._] Yes, you will and mighty--
WARDEN. _No, I'll not!_
[_He is interrupted by the entrance of_ BLANCHE, RUTH, _and_ MASON.
WARDEN. [_To_ BLANCHE.] I _hope_ you forgive me now--
BLANCHE. [_Pathetically._] You did right; I thank you.
STERLING. [_Heartbroken._] Blanche--without hearing a word from me!
BLANCHE. No, I've come now to hear what _you_ have to say.
[_A deep-toned clock strikes eleven._ STERLING, _at the second stroke,
takes out his watch with a hurried movement._
WARDEN. [_Quickly._] Eleven o'clock.
STERLING. I wish Warden to leave the room.
BLANCHE. [_Firmly._] And I wish him to stay.
[_A short pause._
STERLING. Well, of what am I accused?
WARDEN. Nobody wants to accuse you. We want you to make a clean breast
of it.
STERLING. Don't you talk to me; let my wife do the talking if you want
me to answer.
BLANCHE. Sit down, Aunt Ruth. [RUTH _sits by the table_, WARDEN _stands
at back._ STERLING _stands at Right and_ BLANCHE _and_ MASON _sit near
the centre._] Aunt Ruth asks you to give her a true account of her trust
in you. Mr. Mason is here as her friend and my father's.
STERLING. I haven't said I betrayed her trust. I told her she should
_have_ the bonds she wants to-morrow.
BLANCHE. But _will_ she? That's what I want to know. I ask you if you
haven't her bonds, to tell us here now,--tell _us_, who have been and
must be still the best friends, perhaps the only friends, you can have.
Tell us where we all stand--are we the only ones to suffer or are there
others who will perhaps be less generous in their treatment of you? Tell
us now while there is time perhaps to save us from public scandal, from
the disgrace which would stamp your wife as the wife of a thief, and
send your boy out into the world the son of a convict cheat. [_She
breaks down, but in a moment controls herself. There is no answer._
STERLING _sinks into a chair, his arms on the table, his head on his
arms. A moment's silence._] You _love_ me--I know that. I appeal to your
love; let your love of me persuade you to do what I ask. I ask it for
your sake and for _mine_! Tell us here the truth now--it will spare me
much to-morrow, perhaps--me whom you love--for love of me--
STERLING. [_In an agony._] I'm afraid I'll lose you--
BLANCHE. No, I'll promise to stand by you if you'll only tell _us all_
the truth.
STERLING. [_In a low, shamed voice._] I'll tell _you_, but not
_now_--not before all these others.
[BLANCHE _looks up questioningly to_ MASON. MASON _shakes his head._
BLANCHE. It _must_ be _now_, Dick.
STERLING. No! no! I can't look you in the face and tell it! Let me tell
it to you _alone_, later, in the dark.
[BLANCHE _looks up questioningly to_ MASON. _He shakes his head._
BLANCHE. It must be now.
STERLING. No, no, I'm too ashamed, I can't face you; in the dark I'll
make a clean breast of it--let me tell you in the dark.
[WARDEN _moves and puts his hand on the electric-light button beside the
doorway at back._
WARDEN. In the DARK, then, _tell it_!
[_He presses the button and all the lights go out. The stage is in
complete darkness; only the voices are heard from the different places
in which the actors are last seen._
BLANCHE. [_Quickly._] Remember, to help you to help ourselves, we must
know everything. Go on.
STERLING. It began fourteen months ago, after Ned Warden put me on my
feet; I got a little ahead--why not get way ahead? There were plenty of
men around me making their fortunes! I wanted to equal them--climb as
high as they; it seemed easy enough for them, and luck had begun to come
my way. We're all climbers of some sort in this world. I was a climber
after wealth and everything it brings--
[_He stops a moment._
BLANCHE. [_Her voice comes throbbing with pathetic emotion through the
darkness._] And _I_ after _happiness_ and all it brings.
STERLING. [_Deeply moved, his voice trembles for a moment, but only for
a moment._] Don't, Blanche, or I can't finish. Well, I borrowed on some
of Aunt Ruth's bonds and speculated--I made a hundred thousand in a
week! I put back the bonds. But it had been so easy! I could see those
bonds grinning at me through the iron side of the vault box. They seemed
to smile and beckon, to _beg_ me to take them out into the air again!
They grew to be like living things to me, servants of mine to get me
gold--and finally I determined to make one bigger coup than ever! I took
Aunt Ruth's bonds out and all the money available in my trust, and put
it _all_ into this new company! It seemed so safe. I stood to be a
prince among the richest! And, for a day or so, I've known nothing short
of a miracle could save me from being wanted by the police! To-night I
gave up even the miracle. That's all. It's no use saying I'm sorry.
[_A moment's pause._
MASON. Have others suffered besides Miss Hunter?
STERLING. There is some money of Aunt Ruth's left--stock I couldn't
transfer. But I used the money of others--Miss Godesby and Ryder's.
MASON. Miss Ruth, a large part of your fortune is gone, used unlawfully
by this man. Will you resort to the law?
RUTH. [_Very quietly._] No!
BLANCHE. [_In a voice broken with emotion and gratitude._] Aunt Ruth!
MASON. We can't hope Miss Godesby and Ryder will be as lenient! You must
go to them in the morning--tell them everything, put yourself at their
mercy, ask for time and their silence.
STERLING. _Never!_ I couldn't do it.
MASON. It is the only honorable way out of your dishonorable action--the
least you can do!
STERLING. Confess to their faces, and probably to no good? Eat the dust
at their feet, and most likely be clapped into prison for it? _No, thank
you!_
BLANCHE. Suppose _I_ went to them?
STERLING. You?
RUTH. No! Why should _you_!
STERLING. Yes! Why not? They might keep silent for _her_!
BLANCHE. I would do it for my boy's sake. Yes, _I'll_ go.
STERLING. _Yes!_ _You_ go, Blanche.
RUTH. No, you _shan't_ go--you shan't humiliate yourself in his place!
MASON. Certainly not; and if your husband is willing, we are not
willing! _He_ must go.
BLANCHE. But if he _won't_?
MASON. He _must_!
RUTH. You must demand his going, Blanche, and I demand it, too, as
something due to me.
BLANCHE. Very well. I demand it. Will you go?
[_A moment's silence._
WARDEN. Why don't you speak? [_He presses the electric button and all
the lights come on._ STERLING _is at the doorway at back, about to steal
out. There is an exclamation aloud from all of surprise and disgust. The
clock strikes the quarter;_ WARDEN _catches hold of_ STERLING'S _arm._]
What's your hurry, Dick? There goes the quarter hour; you could never
catch the eleven-twenty.
STERLING. Damn you!
[_Facing_ WARDEN _squarely, as_
THE CURTAIN FALLS QUICKLY