SCENE: _The same, on the same evening, after dinner. The sofa is now
brought down below the fireplace, and fronts the audience a little
diagonally, its right end being farthest up stage. The small table with
the hospital box, and the easy chair are above the sofa, a little to the
right of it._
_Enter_ RENIE, _much distressed and agitated._ DOLLY _follows
quickly, closes the door cautiously and mysteriously._
_Renie._ But I don't understand. Captain Wentworth and I have been so
little together----
_Dolly._ Well, my dear, there it is! My father is the last man to pry
into other people's affairs, but you see it has been forced upon his
notice. And from the tone he took----
_Renie._ What tone?
_Dolly._ He was very severe.
_Renie._ [_Alarmed._] But what did he say he had seen?
_Dolly._ He wouldn't go into particulars. He seemed very much upset----
_Renie._ Upset?!
_Dolly._ Perhaps I ought to say shocked.
_Renie._ Shocked?!
_Dolly._ And when my father is shocked it must be something very
glaring----
_Renie._ [_More and more alarmed._] But there hasn't been anything
glaring----
_Dolly._ Well, dear, of course, you know.
_Renie._ But I cannot imagine---- [_Suddenly._] It must have been that
day at the stile!
_Dolly._ Perhaps. What happened? No, I don't wish to hear----
_Renie._ Captain Wentworth assisted me over the stile----
_Dolly._ Well?----
_Renie._ That's all. He may have taken a little longer about it than was
quite necessary, and I may have leaned a little heavier than the
circumstances required. But it was all done in perfectly good taste.
_Dolly._ [_Shakes her head._] It can't have been the stile.
_Renie._ Then what----? [_Cudgels her brains._] The dairy!
_Dolly._ Very likely. Was that very--no, don't tell me----
_Renie._ There's nothing to tell. The woman at the farm, Mrs.----
_Dolly._ Biggs----
_Renie._ Biggs, asked me to go over her model dairy.
_Dolly._ Did she ask Lucas?
_Renie._ He came. Mrs. Biggs insisted on our tasting her mince pies----
_Dolly._ Mince pies--? Yes?
_Renie._ While she went to get one----
_Dolly._ Get one----
_Renie._ She wasn't out of the dairy ten seconds----
_Dolly._ No--and then?
_Renie._ Captain Wentworth----a----
_Dolly._ Respected you!
_Renie._ [_Firing up._] He is always most respectful! In the most
delicate, exquisitely chivalrous way, he implored me for one first and
only kiss, and just as I was refusing him, somebody passed the dairy
windows----
_Dolly._ My father often strolls that way----
_Renie._ But I was quite cold and correct---- [_Very anxiously._]
Dolly, tell me exactly what Mr. Barron said?
_Dolly._ At first he was going to speak to you himself, but I said, "No,
that's my duty! I'm her oldest friend; I'll talk to her!"
_Renie._ Ye--es?
_Dolly._ So, at last he consented, and said: "Very well. Be very firm
with her, because this sort of thing taking place under my very nose and
under my daughter's roof is what I cannot, and will not, tolerate for
one moment!"
_Renie._ He must have passed the dairy windows!
_Dolly._ Yes.
_Renie._ And jumped to a wrong conclusion.
_Dolly._ Yes. And that isn't the worst----
_Renie._ [_Freshly alarmed._] Not the worst?!
_Dolly._ Now, don't be alarmed, dear----
_Renie._ About what?
_Dolly._ Didn't you notice something strange in your husband's manner at
dinner?
_Renie._ No. What makes you think----?
_Dolly._ My dear, if my father noticed it, why not your husband? Suppose
all this time the Professor has been quietly, stealthily watching you
and Lucas.
_Renie._ [_Alarmed._] Dolly!
_Dolly._ And waiting his time----
_Renie._ Oh, Dolly!
_Dolly._ Didn't you notice how he insisted on your going to the
fish-pond?
_Renie._ Yes, he did!
_Dolly._ Didn't it strike you there was something in that?
_Renie._ No, and he hasn't said anything----
_Dolly._ Of course not. Naturally he would hide his suspicions from you
till the right moment.
_Renie._ Right moment?
_Dolly._ Now, dear, you see how serious things are. You mustn't run any
more risks. This must be broken off to-night.
_Renie._ To-night?!
_Dolly._ Now, what can I do to help you?
_Renie._ You might tell Mr. Barron there was nothing in the dairy
windows.
_Dolly._ Of course I'll tell him, but if he saw----
_Renie._ But there was nothing. Absolutely nothing----
_Dolly._ No, dear. What else can I do?
_Renie._ Could you find out exactly how much he has seen and heard,
and--a--pump him a little?
_Dolly._ I don't like pumping people--still--What else?
_Renie._ [_Breaking down._] Oh, Dolly, this blow could not have fallen
at a more cruel moment.
_Dolly._ No, dear.
_Renie._ It came just when I had lost all the illusions of girlhood,
when all my woman's nature began to cry out----
_Dolly._ Yes--[_Suddenly._] Hark! [_Listens._] Hush!
[_Creeps up to door, listens, opens it, looks out, closes it
again._
_Renie._ What was it?
_Dolly._ Hush! Voices! I thought it might be Lucas and the Professor
quarrelling.
_Renie._ I really don't think my husband suspects----
_Dolly._ No, I daresay it's only my imagination.
_Renie._ And if he did--Dolly, is there one man living, except my
husband, who would condemn me for being the object of a noble,
single-hearted devotion like Captain Wentworth's?
_Dolly._ No, dear, perhaps not. But, you see, as husbands they take
quite a different view of things from what they do merely as men.
_Renie._ Tell me candidly, Dolly, you see nothing wrong in it, do you?
_Dolly._ Well, dear, when you say wrong----
_Renie._ But I assure you there isn't--nothing could be further from my
thoughts.
_Dolly._ No, dear--still, people are so full of prejudice--now what can
I do?
_Renie._ [_Clasping_ DOLLY'S _hand warmly._] Oh, Dolly, you can help me
so much.
_Dolly._ [_A little alarmed._] Can I? Tell me----
_Renie._ If Lucas and I are parted---- [_Breaks down._] I can't bear it!
I can't bear it!
_Dolly._ Try, dear! Try!
_Renie._ [_Sobbing._] I will. And if at any time I long to hear how he
bears our separation, you won't mind receiving a letter, and sending it
on to me?
_Dolly._ I'm afraid I couldn't do that, dear. You see, I'm so careless,
and if I left the letter about, and Harry found it--no, dear----
_Renie._ You won't help me?
_Dolly._ Yes, dear, I'll do anything in my power! [_Suddenly._] I'll
tell you what I can do!
_Renie._ Yes?
_Dolly._ My father is telling Lucas he must leave to-night. Well, I can
spare you all the pain and misery of saying "Good-bye," and take one
last message to him.
_Renie._ [_Curtly._] No, thank you. It's most unkind of you to send him
away like this. I must see him alone before he goes.
_Dolly._ [_Shakes her head._] My father insists, and suppose Lucas feels
that he owes it to your reputation to go quietly----
_Renie._ Without seeing me?!
_Dolly._ And suppose the Professor is really watching you----
[RENIE shows great perplexity. DOLLY _is watching her._
_Dolly._ If you don't see Lucas, what message shall I take him?
_Renie._ Tell him how proud I am of his noble, unselfish devotion; tell
him I shall always look upon it as the one supreme happiness of my life
to have known him----
_The_ PROFESSOR _and_ MATTHEW _enter. The_ PROFESSOR _has diagrams
and illustrations in his hand. Following the_ PROFESSOR _and_ MATT
_are_ HARRY _and_ LUCAS. LUCAS, _after a little time, comes up to_
DOLLY _and_ RENIE, _who are seated on sofa. The_ PROFESSOR _is
speaking to_ MATT _as he enters, and is showing him an
illustration._
_Prof._ [_In his hard, metallic voice._] Observe that woman's facial
angle--[_pointing_] the peculiar curve of the lip, and the irregular
formation of the nose.
[_Describing a little upward curve on the paper with his thumb._
_Matt._ I have seen sweeter things in ladies' lips and noses.
[_Describing the same little upward curve with his thumb on the
paper._
_Prof._ Can you be surprised at her history?
_Matt._ Who was she?
_Prof._ Jane Sweetman, the notorious trigamist. Looking at that woman's
cranium I maintain it was impossible for her to avoid----
_Matt._ Committing trigamy?
_Prof._ Well, some species of grave moral delinquency.
[DOLLY _clutches_ RENIE'S _wrist significantly. The_ PROFESSOR
_hands the illustration to_ HARRY, _who examines it._ MATT _moves
away a step and unobtrusively feels his own nose and forehead._
_Harry._ [_Has examined the illustration._] By Jove, yes--anybody can
see she was bound to come a moral cropper, eh?
[_He hands the illustration to_ DOLLY, _who passes it to_ RENIE,
_with a very significant glance, pointing out something on the
paper._ LUCAS _leans over the back of the sofa between_ RENIE _and_
DOLLY _to look at the illustration. As he leans on the back of the
sofa_, DOLLY _draws herself up very indignantly, gives him a severe
look; moves a little away from him, sits and looks very severely in
front of her. He cannot understand her attitude, draws back a
little and looks puzzled._
_Prof._ [_Bringing out another illustration, offering it to_ MATT.] Now
look at this.
_Matt._ [_Taking illustration._] Somebody's brains!
_Prof._ Tell me if you notice anything peculiar.
[HARRY _leans over_ MATT'S _shoulder, and looks at the
illustration._ LUCAS _again leans over the sofa, between_ DOLLY
_and_ RENIE. DOLLY _again moves a little further away from him with
another indignant look._ LUCAS _is again puzzled, but bends and
looks over the illustration in_ RENIE'S _hands._
_Lucas._ So that's Jane Sweetman! Well, if Jane was bound to come a
moral cropper, I'm very glad I wasn't bound to come a moral cropper with
Jane, eh, Dolly? [_Very pleasantly._
_Dolly._ [_Very severely._] I should scarcely have thought you troubled
whom you came a moral cropper with!
[_Looks at him severely, goes up to writing-desk, seats herself and
writes letter. He feels himself snubbed, and moves a step or two
back, stands and looks puzzled._ PROFESSOR _has been critically
regarding_ MATT _and_ HARRY, _who have been looking at the
illustration._
_Prof._ Well, does anything strike you?
_Matt._ No. [_Holding it out._] Looks rather
pulpy--rather--a--squashy----
_Prof._ Exactly! Observe the soft, almost watery condition of that gray
matter. What is the inevitable consequence?
_Matt._ I couldn't quite say--whom did that gray matter belong to?
_Prof._ Harriet Poy.
_Matt._ I don't remember Harriet----
_Prof._ The Pyromaniac. At the age of four set fire to her mother's bed.
At twelve was found saturating blankets with petroleum; at sixteen fired
three hayricks, for which she was sentenced to six months' imprisonment.
_Matt._ Poor Harriet! But of course if her gray matter went and got
watery----
_Prof._ Just so! I maintain that with her gray matter in that condition
it was a stupid crime to send her to prison.
_Dolly._ [_Looking round from desk._] But what are we to do with people
whose gray matter goes wrong?
_Prof._ I propose to deal with that question at Edinburgh. [_To_ MATT.]
You might, perhaps, care to run down to Edinburgh for my lectures----
_Matt._ I should love it above all things; but the fact is, I'm so
thoroughly of your opinion----
_Prof._ Are you?! I'm delighted I've convinced you.
_Matt._ Completely. All my life I've been doing things I should never
have dreamed of doing if my gray matter had done its duty and not got
watery.
_Harry._ [_Begins._] Yes, when you come to think of all the rotten
things you find yourself doing, you feel, by Jove----
[_Suddenly recalls that he has said "by Jove," and being near the
collection-box, he quietly pulls sixpence out of his pocket and
drops it in._
_Matt._ Bravo, Harry! [_Patting him._
_Harry._ Oh, I mean it!--Professor, isn't it time for our hundred up?
_Prof._ [_Taking out watch._] In two minutes.
_Harry._ I'll go and get the balls out and chalk the cues. [_Going up to
door._] Doll, [_taps the writing-desk_] you put it off after
tea--by-and-by, you know!
_Dolly._ [_She has finished letter, has risen, and closed
writing-desk._] By-and-by.
_Harry._ Before we go to bed--don't forget.
_Dolly._ Oh, I sha'n't forget.
[_Makes a wry face. Exit_ HARRY.
_Prof._ Renie, you were complaining of headache. It would be wise to
take a short stroll in the cool air.
_Renie._ Oh, very well.
_Prof._ Wrap up thoroughly. Ten minutes, not longer.
[_Exit._ DOLLY, _unseen by_ RENIE _and_ LUCAS, _slips the note she
has been writing into_ MATT'S _hands. He takes it down stage,
right, and reads it._ RENIE _and_ LUCAS _have been talking, apart;
they move towards the door to get out, but_ DOLLY _is standing in
the way of their exit._
_Dolly._ Oh, Renie! I'll put on my things, and come with you.
_Renie._ But Captain Wentworth has offered----
_Dolly._ I've a splitting headache--I must get a little air. And Dad
wants to have a talk with Lucas, don't you?
_Matt._ If he can spare five minutes.
_Lucas._ Won't by-and-by be just as convenient?
_Dolly._ [_Facing_ LUCAS, _speaking firmly._] No, by-and-by will not be
just as convenient. Now, Renie, we'll leave them together.
[_Gets_ RENIE _off, turns, looks daggers at_ LUCAS, _goes off
after_ RENIE, _closes door in his face. He opens it, and goes after
her._
_Lucas._ I say, Doll, what's up? [_Follows her off._] What's the matter?
_Matt._ [_Reading_ DOLLY'S _note._] "Be very severe with him. Make a
great point of the dairy windows. He'll understand." Dairy windows?
[_Puts the note in his pocket, as_ LUCAS _re-enters, puzzled and
disappointed._
_Lucas._ I can't think what's the matter with Dolly. She has done
nothing but snub me all the evening.
_Matt._ [_Looking at him sternly._] So I should imagine!
_Lucas._ [_Startled by his manner._] I say, have I done anything?
_Matt._ Done anything! I'm a man of the world! nobody can accuse me of
being strait-laced, and therefore I suppose you think you can come here
and set at defiance all the----it's disgraceful!
_Lucas._ Would you mind telling me what you're hinting at?
_Matt._ I'm not hinting! I'm going to speak out very plainly, and I tell
you that I look upon your conduct as something atrocious!
_Lucas._ I say, Uncle, what's all this about?
_Matt._ What's it about? What's it about? It's about the dairy windows!
_Lucas._ Then it was you--phew!--so it was you?
_Matt._ Well, after the dairy windows, can you stand there and tell me
you aren't thoroughly, completely, heartily ashamed of yourself?
_Lucas._ Well, I suppose I am. But, after all, it wasn't so very bad----
_Matt._ Not bad?!
_Lucas._ Well, not so d--ee--d awful.
_Matt._ [_Regards him for a few moments._] Well, I'm astonished! If you
don't consider your behaviour d--ee--d awful, will you please find me
some word that will describe it?
_Lucas._ You know you're putting a much worse construction on this than
the necessities of the case demand.
_Matt._ What?!
_Lucas._ I've nothing to reproach myself with. Mrs. Biggs wasn't out of
the dairy three minutes, and you were hanging about the windows all the
time.
_Matt._ I was hanging about the windows?
_Lucas._ Yes, and I must say that when you saw two people engaged in an
interesting conversation the least you could do was to pass on and take
no notice.
_Matt._ "Interesting conversation"?!
_Lucas._ Well, what did you call it? If it comes to that, what do you
accuse me of?
_Matt._ Well, here you are, on the first day of the year, after
listening to a most eloquent sermon, after making a solemn resolution to
give up all your bad habits----
_Lucas._ Excuse me, I expressly stated that I didn't mean to give up
_all_ my bad habits. And I don't call this a bad habit.
_Matt._ You don't call making love to a married woman a bad habit?!
_Lucas._ Of course in one sense it is a bad habit. But it isn't a bad
habit in the sense that other bad habits are bad habits. Look at all the
decent chaps who've been led into it!
_Matt._ That doesn't excuse you. And if you think that I'm going to
countenance your conduct, you are very much mistaken in your estimate of
my character.
_Lucas._ [_Very quietly._] May I ask you one simple question?
_Matt._ Well?
_Lucas._ When you were my age, if you found yourself alone in a dairy
with a good-looking woman, and she was good for a dozen kisses or so,
wouldn't you have taken advantage of it?
_Matt._ No!
_Lucas._ Not at my age?
_Matt._ No--no----
_Lucas._ Well, what would you have done?
_Matt._ I should have summoned all my resolution----
_Lucas._ Oh, that be hanged! Come, Uncle, no humbug! Man to man!
_Matt._ Well, I don't say that at your age I might not have been
tempted--and of course we must all go through a certain amount of
experience, or how should we be able to advise you youngsters?
_Lucas._ I say, no confounded nonsense--your uncle Archie----
_Matt._ Dear old chap!
_Lucas._ What use did you make of his advice?
_Matt._ Well, I remember his talking to me very seriously--I suppose I
was about your age--did I ever tell you, Lucas, [_taking_ LUCAS'S _arm
affectionately_] about a very remarkable auburn-haired girl, Madge
Seaforth?
_Lucas._ No.
_Matt._ And my racing her across Salisbury Plain at night?
_Lucas._ No.
_Matt._ Forty-eight miles one glorious May night! I let her beat me! God
bless her! I let her beat me! And just as the sun rose we caught sight
of Salisbury spire.
_Lucas._ Sounds rather jolly!
_Matt._ Jolly? And the bacon and eggs we got through for breakfast!
Jolly? It was romance! It was poetry! Ah! Lu, my boy, you may say what
you like, there's nothing like it on this side heaven. I told you about
Mrs. Satterwaite dressing up as a widow and selling her husband?
_Lucas._ No?
_Matt._ Well, I bet the little hussy a fiver. Oh, Satterwaite richly
deserved all he got--I can see Satterwaite's face now, and hers, as she
stepped out of the cupboard, with the wickedest twinkle in the wickedest
black eye! Ho! Ho! Heigho! Sad! Sad!! Sad!!!--Sad! Sad!! Sad!!! Come,
come, Lucas! This won't do! This will never do! Now to get back to this
business of yours----
_Lucas._ Well----
_Matt._ When I was your guardian I let you have a pretty good fling?
_Lucas._ You did!
_Matt._ The pace was rather scorching?
_Lucas._ Rather!
_Matt._ I never pulled you up?
_Lucas._ No, and I'm grateful.
[_Shaking hands very cordially._
_Matt._ That's all right. Now, old chap, you've got to pull up!
_Lucas._ Pull up?
_Matt._ Short. This Mrs. Sturgess--Dolly says there's a lot of nonsense
going on, gushing letters and so on,--damned silly thing writing
letters, Lu----
_Lucas._ Yes, I know.
_Matt._ Well, what do you do it for?
_Lucas._ I don't know.
_Matt._ You're seeing her every day. If you must carry on this
tomfoolery, why not do it by word of mouth? Why write it down, to show
what an ass you've been?
_Lucas._ I'm sure I don't know.
_Matt._ Do you know why you're carrying on with her at all?
_Lucas._ Well, naturally a chap--naturally----
_Matt._ You're either in love with her, or you aren't?
_Lucas._ I can't say I'm exactly in love with her----
_Matt._ Then why are you making love to her?
_Lucas._ Well, she's a jolly good-looking woman, and naturally a
chap--naturally--I don't know that I ain't a bit in love with her.
_Matt._ Well, it doesn't much matter. If you aren't in love with her
you're a fool to risk a scandal. If you are in love you'll most likely
do some silly jackass thing that will knock your career on the head, eh?
_Lucas._ Well, when you look at it that way----
_Matt._ Look at it that way! Anyhow, she's a married woman, and you're
here as a guest--it isn't the right thing to do, is it?
_Lucas._ No, it isn't.
_Matt._ Very well, then, don't do it. Don't do it! Cut it! You will?
_Lucas._ I've got to, I suppose.
_Matt._ Yes, you've got to. You can tell Doll I gave it to you hot and
strong, and you're going to clear out, and not see Mrs. Sturgess
again----
_Lucas._ Not see her again?
_Matt._ Isn't that what you mean to do?
_Lucas._ Yes, I suppose. I say, what did you see at the dairy windows?
_Matt._ I didn't see anything at all!
_Lucas._ Nothing at all?
_Matt._ I wasn't there!
_Lucas._ Then how----?
_Matt._ Dolly put me up to it. [_Laughs at him._
_Lucas._ Dolly?
DOLLY _enters with a cloak which she throws on sofa._
_Matt._ Ah, Doll----
_Dolly._ [_Looking severely at_ LUCAS.] Have you spoken to him?
_Matt._ Yes, very seriously, extra seriously, and he's going to do the
right thing and clear out, aren't you, Lucas?
_Lucas._ [_A little unwillingly._] Yes.
_Matt._ [_Clapping him on the shoulder._] Good chap! Good chap!
_Dolly._ [_Still a little severe._] I'm pleased to hear it. [_To_
LUCAS.] You've behaved in a most scandalous----
_Matt._ He has. I've told him all that. [_Winks at_ DOLLY _to keep her
quiet._] And he sees it quite plainly, don't you?
[_Winks at_ LUCAS _to prompt him._
_Dolly._ Then it's quite broken off?
_Matt._ Quite! Isn't it, Lu?
_Lucas._ Yes, I suppose. I should like to say----
_Dolly._ Yes?
_Lucas._ That nothing has taken place which, if rightly looked at, could
reflect discredit either upon the lady, or, I hope, upon myself. And
secondly, whatever fault there may have been, is entirely mine.
_Matt._ That's satisfactory! It always ought to be the man's fault.
Heaven forbid it should ever be theirs. Good chap! Good chap! [_Patting
him._] Dolly, he's behaving splendidly. Now, Lu, good-night.
[DOLLY _rings bell._
_Lucas._ [_Surprised._] Good-night?!
_Dolly._ Good-night, and good-bye! [_Holding out her hand._
_Lucas._ You aren't going to turn me out to-night!
_Dolly._ You said it was quite broken off.
_Lucas._ Yes, but---- [_turns to_ MATT _with appealing gesture._] Uncle,
you didn't mean to pack me off like this----
_Matt._ Yes, my boy! Remember the occasion. First day of the New Year.
Take time by the forelock. Off you go!
[_Taking him by the shoulder and trying to get him off._
_Lucas._ [_Resisting._] Oh no! I don't see it in that light at all.
[_Sinks comfortably into arm-chair._
CRIDDLE _appears at door._
_Dolly._ Criddle, please have Captain Wentworth's portmanteau taken to
the billiard-room.
_Criddle._ Yes, ma'am.
_Dolly._ He wishes to change there, and please send to the Red Lion and
ask them to have Captain Wentworth's horse saddled.
_Criddle._ Yes, ma'am. [_Going._
_Lucas._ Criddle, what's the weather like?
_Criddle._ It's a bit colder, sir. Looks as if we were going to have
another heavy fall of snow.
_Lucas._ I don't think I'll go to-night, Criddle. If I want the gee
saddled, I'll go and tell them myself.
_Criddle._ Yes, sir. [_Exit._
_Lucas._ [_In arm-chair._] I say, Dolly, you don't really expect me to
go careering over that heath at this ungodly hour?
_Dolly._ You can't stay here. Renie is very much upset; she has had
hysterics. So I've put her in the spare room.
_Lucas._ Well, you can give me a shake-down somewhere--in the
billiard-room.
_Dolly._ [_Shakes her head._] I can't ask the servants to make up
impossible beds in impossible places at this ungodly hour.
_Lucas._ I call this beastly unfair of you, Doll.
_Dolly._ Unfair?
_Lucas._ Just as I'd summoned up all my resolution to do the right
thing, and avoid ructions for your sake, you pounce down on me, and
order me off the premises, and----
_Dolly._ [_Getting angry._] If you don't behave yourself and go off
quietly, I shall have to order you off the premises.
[_Makes an appeal by gesture to_ MATT _to get him off._
_Matt._ Now, my hero! [_Lifting him out of the arm-chair._] Buckle on
your armor! Sally forth! Once more unto the breach!
[_With some difficulty he raises_ LUCAS _out of the chair._
_Lucas._ Well, I'll go and have a look at the weather. [_Goes sulkily up
to door._] Mind you, if you turn me out I won't be responsible if
there's a flare up----
_Dolly._ Very well, so long as we don't have a flare-up here. Oh!
[_Rings the bell again._
_Lucas._ [_Goes off, sulky, muttering._] Of all the--turning me
out--beastly infernal nuisance!
[_Exit grumbling, leaving door open._
_Dolly._ It would serve them both right if there was to be a
flare-up--only I'm sure she'd drag me into it somehow. [CRIDDLE _appears
at door._] Please send and ask them at the Red Lion to saddle Captain
Wentworth's horse and send it here at once.
_Criddle._ Yes, ma'am. [_Exit._
_Dolly._ Lucas is going to behave as badly over this as he did over the
governess. Dad----!
_Matt._ Well?
_Dolly._ Of course, Lucas is in the army, but surely he--he isn't a fair
sample?
_Matt._ Oh no, oh no! Lucas is very exceptional--quite exceptional.
_Dolly._ I thought so! They can't all be----
_Matt._ Oh no! I'm glad to say----
_Dolly._ I'm determined he shall go to-night.
LUCAS _re-enters._
_Lucas._ I say, Dolly, I wish you'd come and look at the weather.
_Dolly._ What for?
_Lucas._ There's a great black cloud--it's going to come down!
_Dolly._ [_Enraged._] I don't care if the heavens come down! You're
going back to Aldershot to-night.
_Lucas._ But I tell you---- [_Appeals to_ MATT.] It's simply impossible
for me to ride across that heath----
_Matt._ But you rode across it last night in a howling snowstorm----
_Lucas._ Yes, I did! Last night! And never again, thank you! No! I don't
mind shaking down anywhere to oblige----
[_He is about to drop again into the arm-chair, but_ MATT _gently
pushes him aside and drops into the chair himself._
_Lucas._ [_Going to sofa._] Anywhere to oblige!
[_Drops comfortably on to sofa._
_Dolly._ [_Comes up to him finally._] Lucas, this is abominable! I
suppose you think because we treated you so leniently over that wretched
governess----
_Lucas._ Well, I thought you were pretty deuced hard down on us----
_Dolly._ What?! Oh! [_Appeals to_ MATT.
_Lucas._ I didn't mind your slanging me, but you might have had a little
consideration for her feelings, because, after all, she was one of your
own sex!
_Dolly._ My own sex! The minx!
_Lucas._ And an orphan!
_Dolly._ Orphan! [_To_ MATT.] Go and speak to him! Go and speak to him!
[MATT _rises and goes to_ LUCAS. DOLLY _sits down in despair._
_Matt._ Come, Lu. You're not playing the game! You promised to take
yourself off.
_Lucas._ [_Comfortably seated._] Well, I will take myself off, only let
me take myself off in my own way.
_Dolly._ It's useless your staying! Renie won't see you again.
_Lucas._ Won't she?
_Dolly._ No. She gave me a last message for you----
_Lucas._ Did she? Why didn't you give it to me?
_Dolly._ If I tell you, will you take yourself off?
_Lucas._ Yes, of course. What was her last message?
_Dolly._ She said "She should always value your noble devotion, and be
proud that she had known you; but you must see how hopeless it was, and
that she trusted you would go away at once and leave her to respect you,
as you had always respected her!"
_Matt._ A very pretty, touching little adieu! Does her great credit.
Now, Lu! Cut it! Come, my boy!
[_Lifts him up off sofa._ LUCAS _gets up very reluctantly._
_Lucas._ Well, if I must go--good-night!
_Matt._ Good-night. [_Shaking hands._] I may see you to-morrow
afternoon.
_Lucas._ Where?
_Matt._ I'm driving over to Aldershot to see Sir John. I shall look you
up----
_Lucas._ I may not be there in the afternoon----
_Dolly._ Lucas, you're coming over here----
_Lucas._ No--no; I'm not. You shouldn't suspect me.
_Dolly._ It won't be the least use your coming----
_Lucas._ I know that. Well, good-bye, Doll----
_Dolly._ Good-bye. [_Shaking hands._
_Lucas._ [_Is going up to door slowly and reluctantly, turns._] I
suppose if I were to give you my solemn promise I wouldn't see her, I
couldn't shake down on that sofa.
_Dolly._ [_Sternly and decisively._] No!
_Lucas._ [_Goes a few more steps towards door, turns._] I suppose I
couldn't see Mrs. Sturgess? [DOLLY _looks indignant._] Only to say
good-bye.
_Dolly._ No! She was nearly undressed when I left her. She's asleep by
now!
_Enter_ RENIE _fully dressed, looking very interesting and tearful.
Throughout the scene she preserves the air of a martyr._
_Dolly._ [_Indignantly._] Renie, you promised me you wouldn't come
downstairs again!
_Renie._ Yes, dear, but I felt I couldn't rest under your
father's unjust suspicion. [_Goes up to_ MATT, _seizes his hand
sympathetically._] Dolly tells me you have been watching the friendship
that all unconsciously has sprung up between Captain Wentworth and
myself----
_Matt._ [_Uncomfortable._] Not exactly watching----
_Renie._ I feel you may have seen, or guessed something, that has given
you a wrong impression.
_Matt._ No, no! I assure you----
_Renie._ If you have, I beg you to speak out and give us a chance of
defending ourselves. Tell us exactly what you have seen, and what you
suspect----
_Matt._ My dear Mrs. Sturgess, I haven't seen anything, and I don't
suspect anything.
_Renie._ You really mean that?
_Matt._ Yes--yes----
_Renie._ [_Clasping his hand eagerly._] Thank you so much. Friendship
between a man and a woman is _so_ misunderstood.
_Matt._ It is.
_Dolly._ Yes, Lucas had a friendship with a governess here which we all
misunderstood--till afterwards.
_Lucas._ I say, Dolly, don't you----
_Renie._ Now that there is no chance of your misjudging our friendship,
I don't mind saying---- [_Shows signs of breaking down._] You won't
misunderstand me? [_Clinging to his hand._
_Matt._ No, no!
_Renie._ My life has not been altogether a happy one.
_Matt._ I'm sure it hasn't!
_Renie._ Under other circumstances--let that pass! [_Wrings_ MATT'S
_hands._] Thank you, thank you! [_Goes to_ LUCAS.] Captain Wentworth, I
shall always be proud to have known you.
_Dolly._ I've told him all that!
[MATT _hushes_ DOLLY _with a gesture._
_Renie._ I shall always cherish the memory of our friendship, but it
might be misunderstood, and so [_breaking down, but bearing up with an
effort_], you will behave like the gallant gentleman I know you to be,
and say good-bye to me for ever!
_Matt._ Nobly spoken! Very nobly spoken indeed!
_Lucas._ Well, if you insist----
_Renie._ I do! Good-bye for ever!
_Lucas._ Good-bye. [_They have a long hand-shake._
_Renie._ Good-bye.
[_Tears herself away from him and tragically throws herself on
sofa._ LUCAS _follows her up._
_Lucas._ I say, Mrs. Sturgess----
_Renie._ [_Face buried in hands, moans out._] Go, go! In pity's name
don't make it harder for me!
_Matt._ In pity's name don't make it harder for her.
_Dolly._ [_Looking off at door._] They'll be coming out of the
billiard-room directly.
_Matt._ Now, Lucas----
CRIDDLE _appears at door._
_Criddle._ Your horse is waiting for you, sir.
_Lucas._ My horse?!
_Criddle._ Yes, sir, just outside.
_Lucas._ What on earth do they mean? A valuable horse like that--just
clipped--standing about on a night like this--who told them?
_Dolly._ I did. The horse is waiting to take you back to Aldershot.
_Lucas._ I can't go back to Aldershot in this kit. [_Pointing to his
dress-clothes._] Tell them to take it back to the Red Lion!
_Dolly._ And Criddle, give the man Captain Wentworth's portmanteau to
take to the Red Lion at the same time.
_Criddle._ Yes, ma'am. [_Exit._
_Lucas._ [_Grumbling._] Well, of all----Good-bye, Mrs. Sturgess.
_Dolly._ You've said good-bye----
_Renie._ [_Still tragic on sofa._] Farewell--for ever!
_Lucas._ Good-night, Dolly!
_Dolly._ Farewell--for a good long time. [_Shaking hands._
_Lucas._ Good-night, Uncle.
_Matt._ Good-night, Lucas. [_Shaking hands._
_Lucas._ [_Turns at door._] Happen to have your cigar-case handy?
[MATT _takes out cigar-case, offers it._
_Lucas._ Could you spare two?
_Matt._ Certainly!
_Lucas._ I've got a jolly long ride, I'll take three if you don't mind.
_Matt._ Do!
_Lucas._ Thank'ee. Well, good-night, everybody.
[MATT _gets_ LUCAS _off, closes door after him._
_Renie._ [_Rouses herself from sofa._] Has he gone? Is it all over?
_Dolly._ I hope so. [_Goes and rings bell twice._
_Renie._ [_Goes to_ MATT _impulsively--and seizes his hand._] At least
this bitter experience has gained me one true friend.
_Matt._ [_Embarrassed._] Yes----
_Renie._ [_Wrings his hand in gratitude._] Thank you so much----
[_He gets away from her and shows relief; takes out cigar and
prepares to light it._
_Renie._ [_Standing in the middle of the room, pitying herself._] That's
where we get the worst of it, we women who have hearts! We must feel, we
must show our feelings, and then we get trampled down in the fight. Oh,
Dolly, how I envy you your nature!
_Dolly._ [_Very chilly._] Are you going into the spare room, dear?
_Renie._ Anywhere! Anywhere! Yes, the spare room!
PETERS, DOLLY'S _maid, appears at door._
_Dolly._ Peters, will you bank up the fire in the spare room and make
everything comfortable for Mrs. Sturgess?
_Peters._ Yes, ma'am. [_Exit._
_Renie._ [_Still in the middle of the room, pitying herself._] So my
poor little tragedy is ended! [_To_ MATT.
_Matt._ Yes. Well, let's be thankful no bones are broken!
_Renie._ No bones, but how about hearts? Well, I must bear it. [_With a
weary smile._] Mustn't I?
_Matt._ I'm afraid you must.
_Renie._ Good-night! [_Wrings his hand with gratitude._] Good-night!
_Matt._ Good-night.
[_Gets away from her, and busies himself with his cigar, lights
it._
_Renie._ Good-night, Dolly!
_Dolly._ I'll come up with you, and stay till you're quite comfortable.
_Renie._ Shall I ever be comfortable again? Will things ever be the
same? I wonder!
[_Goes off mournfully and tragically at back with a prolonged
sigh._ MATT _has seated himself on sofa and taken up paper._
_Dolly._ [_Calls his attention to_ RENIE'S _exit and makes a furious
gesture after her._] I know she'll be here next Christmas! [_Marches
down enraged to_ MATT _and repeats in an angry, aggrieved way,
emphasizing each word._] I know that woman will be here next
Christmas!
_Matt._ [_Seated comfortably with his cigar and paper_] I daresay she
will----
[DOLLY _marches indignantly and decisively to door and exit._
CURTAIN.
(_Half an hour passes between Acts II and III._)