Complete Plays of John Galsworthy Part 90

KEITH. Carries his ears in your mouth a bit, that's all. [Putting his hand on her shoulder] Cheer up, Mem-Sahib!

CHRISTINE. Mother, must anything be said to father? Ronny thinks it all depends on her. Can't you use your influence? [LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE shakes her head.]

CHRISTINE. But, mother, it's desperate.

DOT. Shut up, Chris! Of course mother can't. We simply couldn't beg her to let us off!

CHRISTINE. There must be some way. What do you think in your heart, mother?

DOT. Leave mother alone!

CHRISTINE. It must be faced, now or never.

DOT. [In a low voice] Haven't you any self-respect?

CHRISTINE. We shall be the laughing-stock of the whole county. Oh!

mother do speak to her! You know it'll be misery for both of them.

[LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE bows her head] Well, then? [LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE shakes her head.]

CHRISTINE. Not even for Bill's sake?

DOT. Chris!

CHRISTINE. Well, for heaven's sake, speak to Bill again, mother! We ought all to go on our knees to him.

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. He's with your father now.

HAROLD. Poor old Bill!

CHRISTINE. [Pa.s.sionately] He didn't think of us! That wretched girl!

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

CHRISTINE. There are limits!

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. Not to self-control.

CHRISTINE. No, mother! I can't I never shall--Something must be done! You know what Bill is. He rushes at things so, when he gets his head down. Oh! do try! It's only fair to her, and all of us!

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [Painfully] There are things one can't do.

CHRISTINE. But it's Bill! I know you can make her give him up, if you'll only say all you can. And, after all, what's coming won't affect her as if she'd been a lady. Only you can do it, mother: Do back me up, all of you! It's the only way!

Hypnotised by their private longing for what CHRISTINE has been urging they have all fixed their eyes on LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE, who looks from, face to face, and moves her hands as if in physical pain.

CHRISTINE. [Softly] Mother!

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE suddenly rises, looking towards the billiard-room door, listening. They all follow her eyes. She sits down again, pa.s.sing her hand over her lips, as SIR WILLIAM enters.

His hunting clothes are splashed; his face very grim and set.

He walks to the fore without a glance at any one, and stands looking down into it. Very quietly, every one but LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE steals away.

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. What have you done?

SIR WILLIAM. You there!

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. Don't keep me in suspense!

SIR WILLIAM. The fool! My G.o.d! Dorothy! I didn't think I had a blackguard for a son, who was a fool into the bargain.

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [Rising] If he were a blackguard he would not be what you call a fool.

SIR WILLIAM. [After staring angrily, makes her a slight bow] Very well!

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [In a low voice] Bill, don't be harsh. It's all too terrible.

SIR WILLIAM. Sit down, my dear.

[She resumes her seat, and he turns back to the fire.]

SIR WILLIAM. In all my life I've never been face to face with a thing like this. [Gripping the mantelpiece so hard that his hands and arms are seen shaking] You ask me to be calm. I am trying to be.

Be good enough in turn not to take his part against me.

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

SIR WILLIAM. I am trying to think. I understand that you've known this--piece of news since this morning. I've known it ten minutes.

Give me a little time, please. [Then, after a silence] Where's the girl?

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. In the workroom.

SIR WILLIAM. [Raising his clenched fist] What in G.o.d's name is he about?

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. What have you said to him?

SIR WILLIAM. Nothing-by a miracle. [He breaks away from the fire and walks up and down] My family goes back to the thirteenth century. Nowadays they laugh at that! I don't! Nowadays they laugh at everything--they even laugh at the word lady. I married you, and I don't .... Married his mother's maid! By George! Dorothy! I don't know what we've done to deserve this; it's a death blow! I'm not prepared to sit down and wait for it. By Gad! I am not. [With sudden fierceness] There are plenty in these days who'll be glad enough for this to happen; plenty of these d---d Socialists and Radicals, who'll laugh their souls out over what they haven't the bowels to sees a--tragedy. I say it would be a tragedy; for you, and me, and all of us. You and I were brought up, and we've brought the children up, with certain beliefs, and wants, and habits. A man's past--his traditions--he can't get rid of them. They're--they're himself! [Suddenly] It shan't go on.

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. What's to prevent it?

SIR WILLIAM. I utterly forbid this piece of madness. I'll stop it.

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. But the thing we can't stop.

SIR WILLIAM. Provision must be made.

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. The unwritten law!

SIR WILLIAM. What! [Suddenly perceiving what she is alluding to]

You're thinking of young--young----[Shortly] I don't see the connection.

LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. What's so awful, is that the boy's trying to do what's loyal--and we--his father and mother----!