Plays By John Galsworthy Volume Ii Part 10

BILL. [Savagely] What makes you bait me this morning of all mornings?

MABEL. The beautiful morning! [Suddenly] It must be dull for poor Freda working in there with all this fun going on?

BILL. [Glancing at the door] Fun you call it?

MABEL, To go back to you,--now--Mr. Ches.h.i.+re.

BILL. No.

MABEL, You always make me feel so Irish. Is it because you're so English, d'you think? Ah! I can see him moving his ears. Now he's pawing the ground--He's started!

BILL. Miss Lanfarne!

MABEL. [Still backing away from him, and drawing him on with her eyes and smile] You can't help coming after me! [Then with a sudden change to a sort of sierra gravity] Can you? You'll feel that when I've gone.

They stand quite still, looking into each other's eyes and FREDA, who has opened the door of the workroom stares at them.

MABEL. [Seeing her] Here's the stile. Adieu, Monsieur le taureau!

She puts her hand behind her, opens the door, and slips through, leaving BILL to turn, following the direction of her eyes, and see FREDA with the cloak still in her hand.

BILL. [Slowly walking towards her] I haven't slept all night.

FREDA. No?

BILL. Have you been thinking it over?

[FREDA gives a bitter little laugh.]

BILL. Don't! We must make a plan. I'll get you away. I won't let you suffer. I swear I won't.

FREDA. That will be clever.

BILL. I wish to Heaven my affairs weren't in such a mess.

FREDA. I shall be--all--right, thank you.

BILL. You must think me a blackguard. [She shakes her head] Abuse me--say something! Don't look like that!

FREDA. Were you ever really fond of me?

BILL. Of course I was, I am now. Give me your hands.

She looks at him, then drags her hands from his, and covers her face.

BILL. [Clenching his fists] Look here! I'll prove it. [Then as she suddenly flings her arms round his neck and clings to him]

There, there!

There is a click of a door handle. They start away from each other, and see LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE regarding them.

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [Without irony] I beg your pardon.

She makes as if to withdraw from an unwarranted intrusion, but suddenly turning, stands, with lips pressed together, waiting.

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. Yes?

FREDA has m.u.f.fled her face. But BILL turns and confronts his mother.

BILL. Don't say anything against her!

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [Tries to speak to him and fails--then to FREDA]

Please-go!

BILL. [Taking FREDA's arm] No.

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE, after a moment's hesitation, herself moves towards the door.

BILL. Stop, mother!

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. I think perhaps not.

BILL. [Looking at FREDA, who is cowering as though from a blow] It's a d---d shame!

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. It is.

BILL. [With sudden resolution] It's not as you think. I'm engaged to be married to her.

[FREDA gives him a wild stare, and turns away.]

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [Looking from one to the other] I don't think I--quite--understand.

BILL. [With the brutality of his mortification] What I said was plain enough.

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. Bill!

BILL. I tell you I am going to marry her.

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [To FREDA] Is that true?

[FREDA gulps and remains silent.]

BILL. If you want to say anything, say it to me, mother.

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [Gripping the edge of a little table] Give me a chair, please. [BILL gives her a chair.]

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [To FREDA] Please sit down too.

FREDA sits on the piano stool, still turning her face away.