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CHARACTERS
HARRIET, a cultured woman HETTY, her primitive self MARGARET, a cultured woman MAGGIE, her primitive self
TIME: The present.
SCENE: HARRIET'S fas.h.i.+onable living-room. The door at the back leads to the hall. In the centre a tea table with a chair either side. At the back a cabinet.
HARRIET'S gown is a light, "jealous" green. Her counterpart, HETTY, wears a gown of the same design but in a darker shade. MARGARET wears a gown of lavender chiffon while her counterpart, MAGGIE, wears a gown of the same design in purple, a purple scarf veiling her face. Chiffon is used to give a sheer effect, suggesting a possibility of primitive and cultured selves merging into one woman. The primitive and cultured selves never come into actual physical contact but try to sustain the impression of mental conflict. HARRIET never sees HETTY, never talks to her but rather thinks aloud looking into s.p.a.ce. HETTY, however, looks at HARRIET, talks intently and shadows her continually. The same is true of MARGARET and MAGGIE. The voices of the cultured women are affected and lingering, the voices of the primitive impulsive and more or less staccato. When the curtain rises HARRIET is seated right of tea table, busying herself with the tea things.
HETTY. Harriet. [There is no answer.] Harriet, my other self. [There is no answer.] My trained self.
HARRIET [listens intently]. Yes? [From behind HARRIET'S chair HETTY rises slowly.]
HETTY. I want to talk to you.
HARRIET. Well?
HETTY [looking at HARRIET admiringly]. Oh, Harriet, you are beautiful to-day.
HARRIET. Am I presentable, Hetty?
HETTY. Suits me.
HARRIET. I've tried to make the best of the good points.
HETTY. My pa.s.sions are deeper than yours. I can't keep on the mask as you do. I'm crude and real, you are my appearance in the world.
HARRIET. I am what you wish the world to believe you are.
HETTY. You are the part of me that has been trained.
HARRIET. I am your educated self.
HETTY. I am the rus.h.i.+ng river; you are the ice over the current.
HARRIET. I am your subtle overtones.
HETTY. But together we are one woman, the wife of Charles Goodrich.
HARRIET. There I disagree with you, Hetty, I alone am his wife.
HETTY [indignantly]. Harriet, how can you say such a thing!
HARRIET. Certainly. I am the one who flatters him. I have to be the one who talks to him. If I gave you a chance you would tell him at once that you dislike him.
HETTY [moving away], I don't love him, that's certain.
HARRIET. You leave all the fibbing to me. He doesn't suspect that my calm, suave manner hides your hatred. Considering the amount of scheming it causes me it can safely be said that he is my husband.
HETTY. Oh, if you love him----
HARRIET. I? I haven't any feelings. It isn't my business to love anybody.
HETTY. Then why need you object to calling him my husband?
HARRIET. I resent your appropriation of a man who is managed only through the cleverness of my artifice.
HETTY. You may be clever enough to deceive him, Harriet, but I am still the one who suffers. I can't forget he is my husband. I can't forget that I might have married John Caldwell.
HARRIET. How foolish of you to remember John, just because we met his wife by chance.
HETTY. That's what I want to talk to you about. She may be here at any moment. I want to advise you about what to say to her this afternoon.
HARRIET. By all means tell me now and don't interrupt while she is here.
You have a most annoying habit of talking to me when people are present.
Sometimes it is all I can do to keep my poise and appear not to be listening to you.
HETTY. Impress her.
HARRIET. Hetty, dear, is it not my custom to impress people?
HETTY. I hate her.
HARRIET. I can't let her see that.
HETTY. I hate her because she married John.
HARRIET. Only after you had refused him.
HETTY [turning on HARRIET]. Was it my fault that I refused him?
HARRIET. That's right, blame me.
HETTY. It was your fault. You told me he was too poor and never would be able to do anything in painting. Look at him now, known in Europe, just returned from eight years in Paris, famous.
HARRIET. It was too poor a gamble at the time. It was much safer to accept Charles's money and position.
HETTY. And then John married Margaret within the year.
HARRIET. Out of spite.
HETTY. Freckled, gawky-looking thing she was, too.
HARRIET [a little sadly]. Europe improved her. She was stunning the other morning.
HETTY. Make her jealous to-day.
HARRIET. Shall I be haughty or cordial or caustic or----