Act One Scene One The scene is set in November, in Aubrey Tanqueray's chambers in the Albany a richly and tastefully decorated room, elegantly and luxuriously furnished: on the right a large pair of doors opening into another room, on the left, at the further end of the room, a small door leading to a bedchamber. A circular table is laid for a dinner for four persons, which has now reached the stage of dessert and coffee. Everything in the apartment suggests wealth and refinement. The fire is burning brightly. Aubrey Tanqueray, Misquith, and Jayne are seated at the dinner table. Aubrey is forty-two, handsome, winning in manner, his speech and bearing retaining some of the qualities of young manhood. Misquith is about forty seven, genial and portly. Jayne is a year or two Misquith's senior; soft-speaking and precise in appear- ance a type of the prosperous town physician. Morse, Aubrey's servant, places a little cabinet of cigars and the spirit-lamp on the table beside Aubrey, and goes out.
MISQUITH Aubrey, it is a pleasant yet dreadful fact to contemplate, but it's nearly fifteen years since I first dined with you. You lodged in Piccadilly in those days, over a hat-shop. Jayne, I met you at that dinner, and Cayley Drummle.
JAYNE Yes, yes. What a pity it is that Cayley isn't here tonight.
AUBREY Confound the old gossip! His empty chair has been staring us in the face all through dinner. I ought to have told Morse to take it away.
MISQUITH Odd, his sending no excuse.
AUBREY I'll walk round to his lodgings later on and ask after him.
MISQUITH I'll go with you.
JAYNE So will I.
AUBREY (opening the cigar-cabinet) Doctor, it's useless to tempt you, I know. Frank~Misquith and Aubrey smoke) I particularly wished Cayley Drummle to be one of us tonight. You two fellows and Cayley are my closest, my best friends.
MISQUITH My dear Aubrey!
IAYNE I rejoice to hear you say so.
AUBREY And I wanted to see the three of you round this table. You can't guess the reason.
MISQUITH You desired to give us a most excellent dinner.
J A Y N E Obviously .
AUBREY (hesitatingly) WellI Glancing at the clock) Cayley won't turn up now.
J A Y N E Hm, hardly .
AUBREY Then you two shall hear it. Doctor, Frank, this is the last time we are to meet in these rooms.
J A Y N E The last time?
MISQUITH You're going to leave the Albany?
AUBREY Yes. You've heard me speak of a house I built in the country years ago, haven't you?
MISQUITH In Surrey.
AUBREY Well, when my wife died I cleared out of that house and let it. I think of trying the place again.
MISQUITH But you'll go raving mad if ever you find yourself down there alone.
AUBREY Ah, but I shan't be alone, and that's what I wanted to tell you. I'm going to be married.
JAYNE Going to be married?
AUBREY Yes tomorrow.
J A Y N E Tomorrow ?
MISQUITH You take my breath away! My dear fellow, I, I--of course, I congratulate you.
JAYNE And--and so do I--heartily.
AUBREY Thanks thanks. There is a moment or two of embarrassment
MISQUITH Er ah this is an excellent cigar.
JAYNE Ah--um your coffee is remarkable.
AUBREY Look here; I daresay you two old friends think this treat-ment very strange, very unkind. So I want you to understand me. so You know a marriage often cools friendships. What's the usual course of things? A man's engagement is given out, he is congra-tulated, complimented upon his choice; the church is filled with troops of friends, and he goes away happily to a chorus of good wishes. He comes back, sets up house in town or country, and 5, thinks to resume the old associations, the old companionships. My dear Frank, my dear good doctor, it's very seldom that it can be done. Generally, a worm has begun to eat its way into those hearty, unreserved, pre─nuptial friendships; a damnable constraint sets in and acts like a wasting disease; and so, believe me, in nine cases out of ten a man's marriage severs for him more close ties than it forms.
MISQUITH Well, my dear Aubrey, I earnestly hope-
AUBREY I know what you're going to say, Frank. I hope so, too. In the mean time let's face dangers. I've reminded you of the usual course of things, but my marriage isn't even the conventional sort of marriage likely to satisfy society. Now, Cayley's a bachelor, but you two men have wives. By the bye, my love to Mrs Misquith and to Mrs Jayne when you get homc don't forget that. Well, your wives may not like the lady I'm going to marry.
JAYNE Aubrey, forgive me for suggesting that the lady you are going to marry may not like our wives mine at least; I beg your pardon, Frank.
AUBREY Quite so: then I must go the way my wife goes.
MISQUITH Come, come, pray don't let us anticipate that either side will be called upon to make such a sacrifice.
AUBREY Yes, yes, let us anticipate it. And let us make up our minds to have no slow bleeding to death of our friendship. We'll end a pleasant chapter here tonight, and after tonight start afresh. When my wife and I settle down at Willowmere it's possible that we shall all come together. But if this isn't to be, for Heaven's sake let us recognise that it is simply because it can't be, and not wear hypocritical faces and suffer and be wretched. Doctor, Frank, (Holding out his hands, one to Misquith, the other to Jayne) Good luck to all of us!
MISQUITH But but do I understand we are to ask nothing? Not even the lady's name, Aubrey?
AUBREY The lady, my dear Frank, belongs to the next chapter, and in that her name is Mrs Aubrey Tanqueray.
JAYNE (raising his coffee-cup) Then, in an old asnlone way, I propose a toast. Aubrey, Frank, I give you 'The Next Chapter!'
They drink the toast, saying, 'The Next Chapter!'
AUBREY Doctor, find a comfortable chair; Frank, you too. As we're going to turn out by and by, let me scribble a couple of notes now while I think of them.
MISQUITH and JAYNE Certainly yes, yes
. AUBREY It might slip my memory when I get back.
Aubrey sits at a writing table at the other end of the room, and writes.
JAYNE (to Misquith, in a whisper) Frank, (Misquith quietly leaves his chair and sits nearer to Jayne) What is all this? Simply a morbid crank of Aubrey's with regard to ante-nuptial acquaint-ances?
MISQUITH H'm! Did you notice one expression he used?
JAYNE Let me think
MISQUITH 'My marriage is not even the conventional sort of mar-riage likely to satisfy society.'
JAYNE Bless me, yes! What does that suggest?-
MISQUITH That he has a particular rather than a general reason for anticipating estrangement from his friends, I'm afraid.
A horrible mesalliance! A dairymaid who has given him a glass of milk during a day's hunting, or a little anaemic shopgirl! Frank, I'm utterly wretched!
MISQUITH My dear Jayne, speaking in absolute confidence, I have never been more profoundly depressed in my life.
MORSE (announcing) Mr Drummle.
Cayley Drummle enters briskly. Hes a neat little man of about five-and-forty, in manner bright, airy, debonair, but with an undercurrent of seriousness. Morse retires
DRUMMLE I'm in disgrace; nobody realises that more thoroughly than I do. Where's my host?
AUBREY (who has risen) Cayley.
DRUMMLE (shaking hands with him) Don't speak to me till I have tendered my explanation. A harsh word from anybody would unman me.
Misquith and Jayne shake hands with Drummle
AUBREY Have you dined?
DRUMMLE No--unless you call a bit of fish, a cutlet, and a pancake dining.
AUBREY Cayley, this is disgraceful.
JAYNE Fish, a cutlet, and a pancake will require a great deal of explanation.
MISQUITH Forget the pancake. My dear friend, your case looks miserably weak.
DRUMMLE Hear me! hear me!
JAYNE Now then!
DRUMMLE It so happens that tonight I was exceptionally early in dressing for dinner.
MISQUITH For which dinner the fish and cutlet?
DRUMMLE For this dinner, of course--really, Frank! At a quarter to eight, in fact, I found myself trimming my nails, with ten minutes to spare. Just then enter my man with a note would I hasten, as fast as cab could carry me, to old Lady Orreyed in Bruton Street 'sad trouble'. Now, recollect, please, I had ten minutes on my hands, old Lady Orreyed was a very dear friend of my mother's, and was in some distress.
AUBREY Cayley, come to the fish and cutlet?
MISQUITH and JAYNE Yes, yes, and the pancake!
DRUMMLE Upon my word! Well, the scene in Bruton Street beggars description; the women servants looked scared, the men drunk; and there was poor old Lady Orreyed on the floor of her boudoir like Queen Bess among her pillows.
AUBREY What s the matter?
DRUMMLE (to everybody) You know George Orreyed?
JAYNE I've met him.
DRUMMLE Well, he s a thing of the past.
AUBREY Not dead!
DRU.MMLE Certainly, in the worst sense. He's married Mabel Hervey.
DRUMMLE It's true--this morning. The poor mother showed me his letter--a dozen curt words, and some of those ill-spelt.
MISQUITH (walking up to the Jireplace) I'm very sorry.
JAYNE Pardon my ignorance--who was Mabel Hervey?
DRUMMLE You don't--? Oh, of course not. Miss Hervey Lady Orreyed, as she now is was a lady who would have been, perhaps has been, described in the reports of the police or the Divorce Court as an actress. Had she belonged to a lower stratum of our advanced civilisation, she would, in the event of judicial inquiry, have defined her calling with equal justification as that of a dressmaker. To do her justice, she is a type of a class which is immortal. Physically, by the strange caprice of creation, curiously beautiful; mentally, she lacks even the strength of deliberate viciousness. Paint her portrait, it would symbolise a creature perfectly patrician; lance a vein of her superbly modelled arm, you would get the poorest vin ordinaire! Her affections, emotions, impulses, her very existence a burlesque! Flaxen, five-and-twenty, and feebly frolicsome; anybody's, in less gentle society I should say everybody's, property! That, doctor, was Miss Hervey who is the new Lady Orreyed. Dost thou like the picture?
MISQUITH Very good, Cayley! Bravo!
AUBREY (laying his hand on Drummle's shoulder) You'd scarcely believe it, Jayne, but none of us really know anything about this lady, our gay young friend here, I suspect, least of all.
DRUMMLE Aubrey, I applaud your chivalry.
AUBREY And perhaps you'll let me finish a couple of letters which Frank and Jayne have given me leave to write. (Returning to the writing table) Ring for what you want, like a good fellow!
Aubrey resumes his writing
MISQUITH (to Drummle) Still, the fish and cutlet remain unex- plained.
DRUMMLE Oh, the poor old woman was so weak that I insisted upon her taking some food, and felt there was nothing for it but to sit down opposite her. The fool! The blackguard!
MISQUITH Poor Orreyed! Well, he's gone under for a time.
DRUMMLE For a time! My dear Frank, I tell you he has absolutely ceased to be.
Aubrey, who has been writing busily, turns his head towards the speakers and listens. His lips are set, and there is a frown upon his face.
For all practical purposes you may regard him as the late George Orreved. Tomorrow the very characteristics of his speech, as we ; remember them, will have become obsolete.
JAYNE But surely, in the course of years, he and his wife will outlive
DRUMMLE No, no, doctor, don't try to upset one of my settled beliefs. You may dive into many waters, but there is one social Dead Sea.
JAYNE Perhaps you're right.
DRUMMLE Right! Good God! I wish you could prove me otherwise! why, for years I've been sitting, and watching and waiting.
MISQUITH You're in form tonight, Cayley. May we ask where you've been in the habit of squandering your useful leisure?
DRUMMLE Where? On the shore of that same sea.
MISQUITH And, pray, what have you been waiting for?
DRUMMLE For some of my best friends to come up. (Aubrey utters a half stimied exclamation of impatience; then he hurriedly gathers up his papers from the writing table. The three men turn to him) Eh?
AUBREY Oh, I I'll finish my letters in the other room if you'll excuse me for five minutes. Tell Cayley the news.
He goes out
DRUMMLE (hurrying to the door) My dear fellow, my jabbering has disturbed you! I'll never talk again as long as I live!
MISQUITH Close the door, Cayley.
Drummle shuts the door
DRUMMLE (advancing to the dinner table) A smoke, a smoke, or I perish!
Selects a cigar from the little cabinet
JAYNE Cayley, marriages are in the air.
DRUMMLE Are they? Discover the bacillus, doctor, and destroy it.
JAYNE I mean, among our friends.
DRUMMLE Oh, Nugent Warrinder's engagement to Lady Alice Tring. I've heard of that. They're not to be married till the spring.
JAYNE Another marriage that concerns us a little takes place tomor-row.
DRUMMLE Whose marriage?
J AYNE Aubrey's.
DRUMMLE Aub! (Looking towards Misquith) Is it a joke?
DRUMMLE (looking from Misquith to Jayne) To whom?
MISQUITH He doesn t tell us.
JAYNE We three were asked here tonight to receive the an-nouncement. Aubrey has some theory that marriage is likely to alienate a man from his friends, and it seems to me he has taken the precaution to wish us goodbye.
MISQUITH No, no.
J AYNE Practically, surely.
DRUMMLE (thoughtfully) Marriage in general, does he mean, or this marriage?
JAYNE That's the point. Frank says
MISQUITH No, no, no; I feared it suggested...
JAYNE Well, well. (To Drummle) What do you think of it?
DRUMMLE (after a slight pause) Is there a light there? (Lighting his cigar) He wraps the lady in mystery you say?
MISQUITH Most modestly.
DRUMMLE Aubrey's not a very young man.
J A Y N E Forty-three.
DRUM~LE Ah! L age critique!
MISQUITH A dangerous age yes, yes.
DRUMMLE When you two fellows go home, do you mind leaving me behind here?
MISQUITH Not at all.
JAYNE By all means.
DRUMMLE All right. (Anxiously) Deuce take it, the man's second marriage mustn't be another mistake!
With his head bent he walks up to the fireplace
JAYNE You knew him in his short married life, Cayley. Terribly unsatisfactory, wasn't it?
DRUMMLE Well Looking at the door) I quite closed that door?
Settles himself on the sofa; Jayne is seated in an armchair
DRUMMLE (smoking, with his back to the fire) He married a Miss Herriott; that was in the year eighteen--confound dates twenty years ago. She was a lovely creature--by Jove, she was; by religion a Roman Catholic. She was one of your cold sort, you know all marble arms and black velvet. I remember her with painful distinctness as the only woman who ever made me nervous.
M I S Q U I T H [softly] Ha, ha!
DRUMMLE He loved her to distraction, as they say. Jupiter, how fervently that poor devil courted her! But I don't believe she allowed him even to squeeze her fingers. She was an iceberg! As for kissing, the mere contact would have given him chapped lips. However, he married her and took her away, the latter greatly to my relief.
JAYNE Abroad, you mean?
DRUMMLE Eh? Yes. I imagine he gratified her by renting a villa in Lapland, but I don't know. After a while they returned, and then; I saw how woefully Aubrey had miscalculated results.
J A Y N E Miscalculated-
DRUMMLE He had reckoned, poor wretch, that in the early days of marriage she would thaw. But she didn't. I used to picture him closing his doors and making up the fire in the hope of seeing her features relax. Bless her, the thaw never set in! I believe she kept a thermometer in her stays° and always registered ten degrees below zero. However, in time a child came a daughter.
JAYNE Didn't that-
DRUMMLE Not a bit of it; it made matters worse. Frightened at her failure to stir up in him some sympathetic religious belief, she determined upon strong measures with regard to the child. He opposed her for a miserable year or so, but she wore him down, and the insensible little brat was placed in a convent, first in France, then in Ireland. Not long afterwards the mother died, strangely enough, of fever, the only warmth, I believe, that ever came to that woman's body.
MISQUITH Don t, Cayley!
JAYNE The child is living, we know.
DRlJMMLE Yes, if you choose to call it living. Miss Tanqueray--a young woman of nineteen now--is in the Loretto convent at Armagh. She professes to have found her true vocation in a religious life, and within a month or two will take final vows.
MISQUITH He ought to have removed his daughter from the convent when the mother died.
DRUMMLE Yes, yes, but absolutely at the end there was reconcilia-tion between husband and wife, and she won his promise that the child should complete her conventual education. He reaped his reward. When he attempted to gain his girl's confidence and affection he was too late; he found he was dealing with the spirit of the mother. You remember his visit to Ireland last month?
DRUMMLE That was to wish his girl goodbye.
MISQUITH Poor fellow!
DRUMMLE He sent for me when he came back. I think he must have had a lingering hope that the girl would relent--would come to life, as it were at the last moment, for, for an hour or so, in this room, he was terribly shaken. I'm sure he'd clung to that hope from the persistent way in which he kept breaking off in his talk to repeat one dismal word, as if he couldn't realise his position without dinning this damned word into his head.
JAYNE What word was that?
D R U M L E Alone--alone.
AUBREY [advancing to the fire] A thousand apologies!
DRUM~LE (gaily) We are talking about you, my dear Aubrey.
During the telling of the story, Misquith has risen and gone to the fire, and Drummle has thrown himself full-length on the sofa. Aubrey novw joins Misquith and Jayne
AUBREY Well, Cayley, are you surprised?
DRUMMLE Surp ! I haven't been surprised for twenty years.
AUBREY And you're not angry with me?
DRUMMLE Angry! (Rising) Because you considerately withhold the name of a lady with whom it is now the object of my life to become acquainted? My dear fellow, you pique my curiosity, you give zest to my existence! And as for a wedding, who on earth wants to attend that familiar and probably draughty function? Ugh! My cigar's out.
AUBREY Let's talk about something else.
MISQUITH (looking at his watch) Not tonight, Aubrey.
AUBREY My dear Frank!
MISQUITH I go up to Scotland tomorrow, and there are some little matters--
JAYNE I am off too.
AUBREY No, no.
JAYNE I must: I have to give a look to a case in Clifford Street on my way home.
AUBREY (going to the door) Well! Misquith and Jayne exchange looks with Drummle (Opening the door and calling) Morse, hats and coats! I shall write to you all next week from Genoa or Florence. Now, doctor, Frank, remember, my love to Mrs Misquith and to Mrs Jayne!
Morse enters with hats and coats
lMISQUITH and JAYNE Yes, yes yes, yes.
AUBREY And your young people! As Misquith and Jayne put on their coats, there is the clatter of careless talk
JAYNE Cayley, I meet you at dinner on Sunday.
DRUMMLE At the Stratfields'. That's very pleasant.
MISQUITH (putting on his coat with Aubrey's aid) Ah--h!
AUBREY What s wrong?
MISQUITH A twinge. Why didn't I go to Aix in August?
JAYNE (shaking hands with Drummle) Good-night, Cayley.
D R U MM L E Good-night, my dear doctor!
MISQUITH (shaking hands with Drummle) Cayley, are you in town for long?
DRUMMLE Dear friend, I'm nowhere for long. Good-night.
Aubrey, Jayne, and Misquith go out, followed by Morse; the hum of talk is continued outside
A U B R E Y A cigar, Frank?
MISQUITH No, thank you.
AUBREY Going to walk, doctor?
JAYNE If Frank will.
MISQUITH By all means.
AUBR E Y It s a cold night.
The door is closed. Drummle remains standing with his coat on his arm and his hat in his hand
DRUMMLE (to himself; thoughtfully) Now then! What the devil...
AUBREY (eyeing Drummle a little awkwardly) Well, Cayley?
DRUMMLE Well, Aubrey?
Aubrey walks up to the fire and stands looking into it
AUBREY You re not going, old chap?
[Drummle deliberately puts his hat and coat on the sofa and sits]
AUBREY (after a slight pause, with a forced laugh) Hah! Cayley, I never thought I should feel shy with you.
DRUMMLE Why do you?
AUBREY Never mind.
DRUMMLE Now, I can quite understand a man wishing to be married in the dark, as it were.
AUBREY You can?
DRUMMLE In your place I should very likely adopt the same course.
AUBREY You think so?
DRUMMLE And if I intended marrying a lady not prominently in Society, as I presume you do--as I presume you do--
DRUMMLE As I presume you do, I'm not sure that I should tender to her for preliminary dissection at afternoon tea tables.
DRUMMLE In fact, there is probably only one person--were I in your position tonight with whom I should care to chat the matter over.
AUBREY Who s that?
DRUMMLE Yourself, of course. (Going to Aubrey and standing beside him) Of course, yourself, old friend.
AUBREY (after a pause) I must seem a brute to you, Cayley. But there are some acts which are hard to explain, hard to defend.
DRUMMLE To defend--?
AUBREY Some acts which one must trust to time to put right.
Drummle watches him for a moment, then takes up his hat and coat
DRUMMLE Well, Il1 be moving.
AUBREY Cayley! Confound you and your old friendship! Do you think I forget it? Put your coat down! Why did you stay behind here? Cayley, the lady I am going to marry is the lady who is known as--Mrs Jarman.
There is a pause
DRUMMLE (in a low voice) Mrs Jarman! Are you serious?
He walks up to the fireplace, where he leans upon the mantel-piece uttering something like a groan
AUBREY As you've got this out of me I give you leave to say all you care to say. Come, we'll be plain with each other. You know Mrs Jarman?
DRUMMLE I first met her at what does it matter?
AUBREY Yes, yes, everything! Come!
DRUMMLE I met her at Homburg, two--three seasons ago.
AUBREY Not as Mrs Jarman?
AUBREY She was then--?
D R U M M L E Mrs Dartry
. AUBREY Yes. She has also seen you in London, she says.
D R U M M L E Certainly .
AUBREY In Aldford Street. Go on.
AUBREY I insist.
DRUMMLE (with a slight shrug of the shoulders) Sometime last year I was asked by a man to sup at his house, one night after the theatre.
AUBREY Mr Selwyn Ethurst--a bachelor.
AUBREY You were surprised therefore to find Mr Ethurst aided in his cursed hospitality by a lady.
D R U M M L E I was unprepared .
AUBREY The lady you had known as Mrs Dartry? (Drummle inclines his head silently) There is something of a yachting cruise in the Mediterranean too, is there not?
DRUMMLE I joined Peter Jarman's yacht at Marseilles, in the spring, a month before he died.
AUBREY Mrs Jarman was on board?
DRUMMLE She was a kind hostess.
AUBREY And an old acquaintance?
AUBREY You have told your story.
D R U M M L E With your assistance .
AUBREY I have put you to the pain of telling it to show you that this is not the case of a blind man entrapped by an artful woman. Let me add that Mrs Jarman has no legal right to that name, that she is simply Miss Ray. Miss Paula Ray.
DRUMMLE (after a pause) I should like to express my regret, Aubrey, for the way in which I spoke of George Orreyed's marriage.
AUBREY You mean you compare Lady Orreyed with Miss Ray?
(Drummle is silent)
Oh, of course! To you, Cayley, all women who have been roughly treated, and who dare to survive by borrowing a little of our philosophy, are alike. You see in the crowd of the ill-used only one pattern; you can't detect the shades of goodness, intelligence, even nobility there. Well, how should you? The crowd is dimly lighted! And, besides, yours is the way of the world.
DRUMMLE My dear Aubrey, I live in the world.
AUBREY The name we give our little parish of St James's.
DRUMMLE (laying a hand on Aubrey's shoulder) And you are quite prepared, my friend, to forfeit the esteem of your little parish?
AUBREY I avoid mortification by shifting from one parish to another. I give up Pall l~lall for the Surrey hills; leave off varnishing my boots and double the thickness of the soles.
DRUMMLE And your skin--do you double the thickness of that also?
AUBREY I know you think me a fool, Cayley you needn't infer that I'm a coward into the bargain. No! I know what I'm doing, and I do it deliberately, defiantly. I'm alone; I injure no living soul by the step I'm going to take; and so you can't urge the one argument which might restrain me. Of course, I don't expect you to think compassionately, fairly even, of the woman whom I whom I am drawn to--
DRUMMLE My dear Aubrey, I assure you I consider Mrs Miss Jarman--Mrs Ray Miss Ray--delightful. But I confess there is a form of chivalry which I gravely distrust, especially in a man of--our age.
AUBREY Thanks. I've heard you say that from forty till fifty a man is at heart either a stoic or a satyr.
DRUMMLE (protestingly) Ah! Now
AUBREY I am neither. I have a temperate, honourable affection for Mrs Jarman. She has never met a man who has treated her well intend to treat her well. That's all. And in a few years, Cayley, if you've not quite forsaken me, I'll prove to you that it's possible to rear a life of happiness, of good repute, on a--miserable foundation.
DRUMMLE (offering his hand ) Do prove it!
AI~BREY (taking his hand) We have spoken too freely of--of Mrs Jarman. I was excited angry. Please forget it!
DRUMMLE My dear Aubrey~ when we next meet I shall remember nothing but my respect for the lady who bears your name.
Morse enters, closing the door behind him carefully
A U B R E Y What is it?
MORSE (hesitatingly) May I speak to you, sir? (In an undertone) Mrs Jarman, sir.
AUBREY (softly to Morse) Mrs Jarman! Do you mean she is at the lodge in her carriage?
MORSE No, sir--here. (Aubrey looks towards Drummle, perplexed) There's a nice fire in your in that room, sir. (Glancing in the direction of the door leading to the bedroom)
AUBREY (between his teeth, angrily) Very well.
DRUMMLE (looking at his watch) A quarter to eleven--horrible! (Taking up his hat and coat) Must get to bed up late every night this week. (Aubrey assists Drummle with his coat) Thank you. Well, good-night, Aubrey. I feel I've been dooced serious, quite out of keeping with myself; pray overlook it.
AUBREY (kindly) Ah, Cayley!
DRUMMLE (putting on a neck handkerchief) And remember that, after all, I'm merely a spectator in life; nothing more than a man at a play, in fact; only, like the old─fashioned playgoer, I love to see certain characters happy and comfortable at the finish. You understand?
AUBREY I think I do.
DRU.MMLE Then, for as long as you can, old friend, will you--keep a stall for me?
AUBREY Yes, Cayley.
DRUMMLE (gaily) Ah, ha! Good-night! (Bustling to the door) Don't soo bother! I'll let myself out! Good-night! God bless yer!
He goes out; Aubrey follows him. Morse enters by the other door, carrying some unopened letters which, after a little con-sideration, he places on the mantelpiece against the clock. Aubrey returns
.MORSE You hadn't seen your letters that came by the nine o'clock post, sir; I've put 'em where they'll catch your eye by and by.
A U B R E Y Thank you .
MORSE (hesitatingly) Gunter's cook and waiters have gone, sir. Would you prefer me to go to bed?
AUBREY (frowning) Certainly not.
MORSE Very well, sir.
He goes out
AUBREY (opening the upper door) Paula! Paula!
Paula enters and throws her arms round his neck. She is a young woman of about twenty-seven: beautiful, fresh, innocent-looking. She is in superb evening dress
P A U L A Dearest!
AUREY Wy have you come here?
AUBREY Yes--no. But it's eleven o'clock.
P A UL A (laughing) I know .
AUBREY What on earth will Morse think?
PAULA Do you trouble yourself about what servants think?
A U B R E Y Of course.
PAULA Goose! They're only machines made to wait upon people-- and to glve evidence in the Divorce Court. (Looking round ) oh, indeed! A snug little dinner!
A U BR E Y Three men.
P AUL A (suspiciously) Men?
P.AUL.A (penitently) Ah! (Sitting at the table) I'm so hungry.
AUBREY Let me get you some game pie, or some
PAULA No, no, hungry for this. What beautiful fruit! I love fruit when it's expensive.
He clears a space on the table, places a plate before her, and helps her to fruit
I haven't dined, Aubrey dear.
AUBREY My poor girl! Why?
PAULA In the first place, I forgot to order any dinner, and my cook, who has always loathed me, thought he'd pay me out before he departed.
AUBREY The beast!
PAULA That's precisely what I
AUBREY No, Paula!
PAULA What I told my maid to call him. What next will you think of me?
AUBREY Forgive me. you must be starved.
PAULA (eating fruit) I didn't care. As there was nothing to eat, I sat in my best frock, with my toes on the dining-room fender, and dreamt, oh, such a lovely dinner party.
AUBREY Dear, lonely, little woman!
PAULA It was perfect. I saw you at the end of a very long table, opposite me, and we exchanged sly glances now and again over the flowers. We were host and hostess, Aubrey, and had been married about five years.
AUBREY (kissing her hand) Five years.
PAULA And on each side of us was the nicest set imaginable--you know, dearest, the sort of men and women that can't be imitated.
AUBREY Yes, yes. Eat some more fruit.
PAULA But I haven't told you the best part of my dream.
AUBREY Tell me.
PAULA Well, although we had been married only such a few years, I seemed to know by the look on their faces that none of our guests had ever heard anything anything anything peculiar about the fascinating hostess.
AUBREY That's just how it will be, Paula. The world moves so quickly. That's just how it will be.
PAULA (with a little gimace) I wonder! (Glancing at the fire) Ugh! Do throw another log on.
AUBREY (mending the fire) There. But you mustn't be here long.
─ PAULA Hospitable wretch! I've something important to tell you. No, stay where you are. ( Turning from him, her face averted ) Look here, that was my dream, Aubrey; but the fire went out while I was dozing, and I woke up with a regular fit of the shivers. And the result of it all was that I ran upstairs and scribbled you a letter.
AUBREY Dear baby!
PAULA Remain where you are. (Taking a letter from her pocket) This is it. I've given you an account of myself, furnished you with a list of my adventures since I--you know. (Weighing the letter in her hand) I wonder if it would go for a penny. Most of it you're acquainted with; I've told you a good deal, haven't I?
AUBREY Oh, Paula!
PAULA What I haven't told you, I daresay you've heard from others. But in case they've omitted anything the dears it's all here.
AUBREY In Heaven's name, why must you talk like this tonight?
PAULA It may save discussion by and by, don't you think? (Holding out the letter) There you are.
A U B R E Y No, dear, no .
PAULA Take it. (He takes the letter) Read it through after I've gone, and then read it again, and turn the matter over in your mind finally. And if, even at the very last moment, you feel you oughtn't to go to church with me, send a messenger to Pont Street,at any time before eleven tomorrow, telling me that you're afraid, and I I'll take the blow. AUBREY Why, what--what do you think I am?
PAULA That's it. It's because I know you're such a dear good fellow that I want to save you the chance of ever feeling sorry you married me. I really love you so much, Aubrey, that to save you that I'd ;go rather you treated me as as the others have done.
AUBREY (turning from her with a cry) Oh!
PAULA (after a slight pause) I suppose I've shocked you. I can't help it if I have.
She sits, with assumed languor and indi~erence. He turns to her, advances, and kneels by her
AUBREY My dearest, you don't understand me. I I can't bear to hear you always talking about--what's done with. I tell you I'll never remember it; Paula, can't you dismiss it? Try. Darling, if we promise each other to forget, to forget, we're bound to be happy. After all, it's a mechanical matter; the moment a wretched thought enters your head, you quickly think of something bright it depends on one's will. Shall I burn this, dear? (Referring to the letter he holds in his hand) Let me, let me!
PAULA (with a shrug of the shoulders) I don't suppose there's much that's new to you in it just as you like.
He goes to the fire and burns the letter
AUBREY There's an end of it. (Returning to her) What's the matter?
PAULA (rising, coldly) Oh, nothing! I'll go and put my cloak on.
AUBREY (detaining her) What is the matter?
PAULA Well, I think you might have said, 'You're very generous, Paula', or at least, Thank you, dear', when I offered to set you free.
AUBREY (catching her in his arms) Ah!
PAULA Ah! Ah! Ha, ha! It's all very well, but you don't know what it cost me to make such an offer. I do so want to be married.
AUBREY But you never imagined-
PAULA Perhaps not. And yet I did think of what I'd do at the end of our acquaintance if you had preferred to behave like the rest.
She takes a flower from her bodice
PAULA Oh, I forgot!
AUBREY What would you have done when we parted?
PAIrLA Why, killed myself.
AUBREY Paula, dear!
PAULA It's true. (Putting theflower in his buttonhole) Do you know, I feel certain I should make away with myself if anything serious happened to me.
AUBREY Anything serious! What, has nothing ever been serious to you, Paula?
PAULA Not lately; not since a long while ago. I made up my mind then to have done with taking things seriously. If I hadn't, I--However, we won't talk about that.
AUBREY But now, now, life will be different to you, won't it be quite different? Eh, dear?
PAULA Oh yes, now. Only, Aubrey, mind you keep me always happy. -
AUBREY I will try to.
PAULA I know I couldn't swallow a second big dose of misery. Iknow that if ever I felt wretched trlllv wrPtrh~ I should take a leaf out of Connie Tirlemont's book. You remember? They found her (With a look of horror)
AUBREY For God's sake don't let vour thoughts run on such things
PAULA (laughing) Ha, ha, how scared you look! There, think of the time! Dearest, what will my coachman say! My cloak!
She runs out gaily, by the upper door. Aubrey looks after her for a moment, then he walks up to the.fire and stands warming his feet at the bars. As he does so he raises his head and observes the letters upon the mantelpiece. He takes one down quickly
AUBREY Ah! Ellean! (Opening the letter and reading) 'My dear father, A great change has come over me. I believe my mother in Heaven has spoken to me, and counselled me to turn to you in your loneliness. At any rate, your words have reached my heart, and I no longer feel fitted for this solemn life. I am ready to take my place by you. Dear father, will you receive me? Ellean
Paula re-enters, dressed in a handsome cloak. He stares at her as if he hardly realised her presence
PAULA What are you staring at? Don't you admire my cloak?
PAULA Couldn't you wait till I'd gone before reading your letters?
AUBREY (putting the letter away) I beg your pardon.
PAULA Take me downstairs to the carriage. (Slipping her arm through his) How I tease you! Tomorrow! I'm so happy! (They go out)
Act Two Scene One The scene is morning-room in Aubrey Tanqueray's house, Highercoombe, near Willomere, Surrey a bright and prettily furnished apartment of irregular shape, with double doors open- ing into a small hall at the back, another door on the left, and a large recessed window through which is obtained a view of extensive grounds. Everything about the room is charming and graceful. The fire is burning in the grate, and a small table is tastefully laid for breakfast. It is a morning in early spring the following year, and the sun is streaming in through the window. Aubrey and Paula are seated at breakfast, and Aubrey is silently reading his letters. Two servants, a man and a woman, hand dishes and then retire. After a little while Aubrey puts his letters aside and looks across to the window
AUBREY Sunshine ! Spring!
PAULA (glancing at the clock) Exactly six minutes.
AUBREY Six minutes?
PAULA Six minutes, Aubrey dear, since you made your last remark.
AUBREY I beg your pardon; I was reading my letters. Have you seen Ellean this morning?
PAULA (coldly) Your last observation but one was about Ellean.
AUBREY Dearest, what shall I talk about?
PAULA Ellean breakfasted two hours ago, Morgan tells me, and then went out walking with her dog.
AUBREY She wraps up warmly, I hope; this sunshine is deceptive.
vvvvv PAULA I ran about the lawn last night, after dinner, in satin shoes. Were you anxious about me?
PA ULA (melting) Really?
AUBREY You make me wretchedly anxious; you delight in doing incautious things. You are incurable.
PAI,LA Ah, what a beast I am! (Going to him and kissing him, then glancing at the letters by his side) A letter from Cayley?
AUBREY He is staying very near here, with Mrs very near here.
PAULA With the lady whose chimneys we have the honour of contemplating from our windows?
AUBREY With Mrs Cortelyon yes.
PAULA Mrs Cortelyon! The woman who might have set the example of calling on me when we first threw out roots in this deadly lively soil! Deuce take Mrs Cortelyon!
-AUBREY Hush! My dear girl!
PAULA (returning to her seat) Oh, I know she's an old acquaintance of yours and of the first Mrs Tanqueray. And she joins the rest of 'em in slapping the second Mrs Tanqueray in the face. However, I have my revenge she's six-and-forty, and I wish nothing worse to happen to any woman.
AUBREY Well, she's going to town, Cayley says here, and his visit's at an end. He's coming over this morning to call on you. Shall we ask him to transfer himself to us? Do say yes.
AUBREY (gladly) Ah, ha! Old Cayley!
PAULA (coldly) Hell amuse you.
A U B R E Y And you too .
PAULA Because you find a companion, shall I be boisterously hilari- ous?
AUBREY Come, come! He talks London, and you know you like that.
PAULA London! London or Heaven! Which is farther from me!
PAULA Oh! Oh, I am so bored, Aubrey!
AUBREY (gathering up his letters and going to her, leaning over her shoulder) Baby, what can I do for you?
PAULA I suppose, nothing. You have done all you can for me.
AUBREY What do you mean?
PAULA You have married me.
He walks away from her thoughtfully, to the writing-table. As he places his letters on the table, he sees an addressed letter, stamped for the post, lying on the blotting-book; he picks it up
AUBREY (in an altered tone) You've been writing this morning before breakfast?
PAULA (looking at him quickly, then away again) Er, that letter.
AUBREY (with the letter in his hand) To Lady Orreyed. Why?
PAULA Why not? Mabel's an old friend of mine.
AUBREY Are you corresponding?
PAULA I heard from her yesterday. They've just returned from the Riviera. She seems happy.
AUBREY (sarcastically) That's good news.
PAULA Why are you always so cutting about Mabel? She's a kind- hearted girl. Everything's altered; she even thinks of letting her hair go back to brown. She's Lady Orreyed. She's married to George. What's the matter with her?
AUBREY (turning away) Oh!
PAULA You drive me mad sometimes with the tone you take about things! Great goodness, if you come to that, George Orreyed's wife isn't a bit worse than yours! (He faces her suddenly) I suppose I needn't have made that observation.
AUBREY No, there was scarcely a necessity.
He throws the letter on to the table, and takes up the newspaper
PAULA I am very sorry.
A U B R E Y All right, dear .
PAULA (trifling with the letter) I I'd better tell you what I've written. I meant to do so, of course. I I've asked the Orreyeds to come and stay with us. (He looks at her and lets the paper fall to the ground in a helpless way) George was a great friend of Cayleys; Im sure he would be delighted to meet them here.
AUBREY (laughing mirthlessly) Ha, ha, ha! They say Orreyed has taken to tippling at dinner. Heavens above!
PAULA Oh! I've no patience with you! You'll kill me with this life! (She selects some flowers from a vase on the table, cuts and arranges them, and fastens them in her bodice) What is my existence, Sunday to Saturday? In the morning, a drive down to the village, with the groom, to give my orders to the tradespeople. At lunch, you and Ellean. In the afternoon, a novel, the newspapers; if fine, another drive fine! Tea you and Ellean. Then two hours of dusk; then dinner--you and Ellean. Then a game of bezique,░ you and I, while Ellean reads a religious book in a dull corner. Then a yawn from me, another from you, a sigh from Ellean; three figures suddenly rise 'Good-night, good-night, good-night!' (Imitating a kiss) 'God bless you!' Ah!
AUBREY Yes, yes, Paula yes, dearest that's what it is now. But, by and by, if people begin to come round us
PAUA Hah! That's where we've made the mistake, my friend Aubrey! (Pointing to the wndow Do you believe these people will ever come round us? Your former crony, Mrs (Cotelyon or the grim old vicar, or that wife of his whose huge nose is positively indecent? Or the Ullathornes, or the Gollans, or Lady William Petres? I know better! And when the young ones gradually take the place of the old, there will still remain the sacred tradition that the dreadful person who lives at the top of the hill is never, under any circumstances, to be called upon! And so we shall go on here, year in and year out, until the sap is run out of our lives, and we're stale and dry and withered from sheer, solitary respectability. Upon my word, I wonder we didn't see that we should have been far happier if we'd gone in for the devil-may-care, cafe-living sort of life in town! After all, I have a set and you might have joined it. It's true I did want, dearly, dearly, to be a married woman, but where's the pride in being a married woman among married women who arc- married! If- (seeing that Aubrey s head has sunk into his hands) Aubrey! My dear boy! You're not--crying?
[She puts an arm round his neck.] He looks up, with a flushed face. Ellean enters, dressed very simply for walking. She is a low-voiced, grave girl of about nineteen, with a face somewhat resembling a Madonna. Towards Paula her manner is cold and distant
AUBREY (in an undertone) Ellean!
ELLEAN Good-morning, Papa. Good-morning, Paula.
Paula puts her arms round Ellean and kisses her. Ellean makes little response
PAULA Good-morning. (Brightly) We've been breakfasting this side of the house, to get the sun.
She sits at the piano and rattles at a gay melody. Seeing that Paula's back is turned to them, Ellean goes to Aubrey and kisses him; he returns the kiss almost furtively. As they separate, the servants re-enter, and proceed to carry out the breakfast table
AUBREY (to Ellean) I guess where you've been: there's some gorse clinging to your frock.
ELLEAN (removing a spot of gorse from her skirt) Rover and I walked nearly as far as Black Moor. The poor fellow has a thorn in his pad; I am going upstairs for my tweezers.
AUBREY Ellean! (She returns to him) Paula is a little depressed--out of sorts. She complains that she has no companion.
ELLEAN I am with Paula nearly all the day, Papa.
AUBREY Ah, but you're such a little mouse. Paula likes cheerful people about her.
ELLEAN I'm afraid I am naturally rather silent; and it's so difficult to -- seem to be what one is not.
AUBREY I don't wish that, Ellean.
ELLEAN I will offer to go down to the village with Paula this morning shall I?
AUBREY(touching her hand gently) Thank you do.
ELLEAN When I've looked after Rover, I'll come back to her. She goes out; Paula ceases playing, and turns on the music stool, looking at Aubrey.
PAULA Well, have you and Ellean had your little confidence?
PAULA Do you think I couldn't feel it, like a pain between my shoulders?
AUBREY Ellean is coming back in a few minutes to be with you.
(Bending over her) Paula, Paula dear, is this how you keep your promise?
PAULA Oh! (Rising impatiently and crossing swiftly to the settee, there she sits, moving restlessly) I can't keep my promise; I am jealous; it won't be smothered. I see you looking at her, watching her; your voice drops when you speak to her. I know how fond you are of that girl, Aubrey.
AUBREY What would you have? I've no other home for her. She is my daughter.
PAULA She is your saint. Saint Ellean!
AUBREY You have often told me how good and sweet you think her.
PAULA Good yes! Do you imagine that makes me less jealous? (Going to him and clinging to his arm) Aubrey, there are two sorts of affection--the love for a woman you respect, and the love for a woman you--love. She gets the first from you: I never can.
AUBREY Hush, hush! You don't realise what you say.
PAULA If Ellean cared for me only a little, it would be different. I shouldn't be jealous then. Why doesn't she care for me?
AUBREY She--she she will, in time.
PAULA You can't say that without stuttering.
AUBREY Her disposition seems a little unresponsive; she resembles her mother in many ways; I can see it every day.
PAULA She's marble. It's a shame. There's not the slightest excuse; for all she knows, I'm as much a saint as she--only married. Dearest, help me to win her over!
AUBREY Help you?
PAULA You can. Teach her that it is her duty to love me; she hangs on to every word you speak. I'm sure, Aubrey, that the love of a nice woman who believed me to be like herself would do me a world of good. You'd get the benefit of it as well as I. It would soothe me; it would make me less horribly restless; it would take this this mischievous feeling from me. (Coaxingly) Aubrey!
AUBREY Have patience; everything will come right.
PAULA Yes, if you help me.
AUBREY In the mean time you will tear up your letter to Lady Orreyed, won't you?
PAULA (kissing his hand ) Of course I will--anything!
AUBREY Ah, thank you, dearest! (Laughing) Why, good gracious--ha, ha! just imagine 'Saint Ellean' and that woman side by side!
PAULA (going back with a cry) Ah!
PAULA (passionately) It's Ellean you're considering, not me? It's all Ellean with you! Ellean! Ellean!
ELLEAN Did you call me, Paula?
Clenching his hands, Aubrey turns away and goes out Is Papa angry?
PAULA [shrugging her shoulders] I drive him distracted sometimes. There, I confess it!
[She walks away to the settee and sits down, petulantly]
ELLEAN [advancing] Do you? Oh, why do you?
PAULA Because I because I'm jealous.
PAULA Yes--of you. (Ellean is silent) Well, what do you think of that?
ELLEAN I knew it; I've seen it. It hurts me dreadfully. What do you wish me to do? Go away?
PAULA Leave us! (Beckoning her with a motion of the head ) Look here! (Ellean goes to Paula slowly and unresponsively) You could cure me of my jealousy very easily. Why don't you--like me?
ELLEAN What do you mean by like you? I don't understand.
PAULA Love me.
ELLEAN Love is not a feeling that is under one's control. I shall alter as time goes on, perhaps. I didn't begin to love my father deeply till a few months ago, and then I obeyed my mother.
PAULA [dryly] Ah, yes, you dream things, don't you--see them in your sleep? You fancy your mother speaks to you?
ELLEAN When you have lost your mother it is a comfort to believe that she is dead only to this life, that she still watches over her child. I do believe that of my mother.
PAULA Well, and so you haven't been bidden to love me?
ELLEAN (after a pause, almost inaudibly) No.
PAULA Dreams are only a hash-up of one's day-thoughts, I suppose you know. Think intently of anything, and it's bound to come back to you at night. I don't cultivate dreams myself.
ELLEAN Ah, I knew you would only sneer!
PAULA I'm not sneering; I'm speaking the truth. I say that if you cared for me in the daytime I should soon make friends with those nightmares of yours. Ellean, why don't you try to look on me as your second mother? Of course there are not many years between us, but I'm ever so much older than you in experience. I shall have no children of my own, I know that; it would be a real comfort to me if you would make me feel we belonged to each other. Won't you? Perhaps you think I'm odd not nice. Well, the fact is I've two sides to my nature, and I've let the one almost smother the other. A few years ago I went through some trouble, and since then I haven't shed a tear. I believe if you put your arms round me just once I should run upstairs and have a good cry. There, I've talked to you as I've never talked to a woman in my life. Ellean, you seem to fear me. Don't! Kiss me!
With a cry, almost of despair, Ellean turns from Paula and sinks on to the settee, covering her face with her hands
(Indignantly) Oh! Why is it! How dare you treat me like this? What do you mean by it? What do you mean?
A servant enters
SERVANT Mr Drummle, ma'am.
Cayley Drummle, in riding dress, enters briskly. The servant retires
PAULA (reco~ering herself ) Well, Cayley!
DRUMMLE (shaking hands with her cordially) How are you? (Shaking hands with Ellean, who rises) I saw you in the distance an hour ago, in the horse near Stapleton's.
ELLEAN I didn t see you, Mr Drummle.
DRUMMLE My dear Ellean, it is my experience that no charming young lady of nineteen ever does see a man of forty-five. (Laugh- ing) Ha, ha!
ELLEAN (going to the door) Paula, Papa wishes me to drive down to the village with you this morning. Do you care to take me?
PAIJLA (coldly) Oh, by all means. Pray tell Watts to balance the cart for three.░
Ellean goes out
DRUMMLE How s Aubrey?
PAITLA Very well when Ellean's about the house.
DRUMMLE And you? I needn't ask.
PAULA (walking away to the window) Oh, a dog's life, my dear Cayley, mine.
PAULA Doesn't that define a happy marriage? I'm sleek, well-kept, well-fed, never without a bone to gnaw and fresh straw to lie upon. (Gazing out of the window) Oh, dear me!
DRUMMLE H'm! Well, I heartily congratulate you on your kennel. The view from the terrace here is superb.
PAULA Yes, I can see London.
DRUMMLE London! Not quite so far, surely?
PAULA I can. Also the Mediterranean, on a fine day. I wonder what Algiers looks like this morning from the sea! (Impulsively) Oh, Cayley, do you remember those jolly times on board Peter Jarman's yacht when we lay off ? (Stopping suddenly, seeing Drummle staring at her) Good gracious! What are we talking about!
AUBREY (to Drummle) Dear old chap! Has Paula asked you?
PAULA Not yet.
AUBREY We want you to come to us, now that you're leaving Mrs Cortelyon at once, today. Stay a month, as long as you please- eh, Paula?
PAULA As long as you can possibly endure it, Cayley.
DRUMMLE (looking at Aubrey) Delighted. (To Paula) Charming of you to have me.
PAULA My dear man, you're a blessing. I must telegraph to London for more fish! A strange appetite to cater for! Something to do, to do, to do!
She goes out in a mood of almost childish delight
DRUMMLE (eyeing Aubrey) Well?
AUBREY (with a wearied, anxious look) Well, Cayley?
D R U M M L E How are you getting on?
AUBREY My position doesn't grow less difficult. I told you, when I met you last week, of this feverish, jealous attachment of Paula's for Ellean?
DRUMMLE Yes. I hardly know why, but I came to the conclusion that you don't consider it an altogether fortunate attachment.
AUBREY Ellean doesn't respond to it.
DRUMMLE These are early days. Ellean will warm towards your wife by and by.
AUBREY Ah, but there's the question, Cayley!
D R U M M L E What question ?
AUBREY The question which positively distracts me. Ellean is so different from most women; I don't believe a purer creature exists out of Heaven. And I I ask myself, am I doing right in exposing her to the influence of poor Paula's light, careless nature?
DRU.MMLE My dear Aubrey!
AUBREY That shocks you! So it does me. I assure you I long to urge my girl to break down the reserve which keeps her apart from Paula, but somehow I can't do it well, I don't do it. How can I make you understand? But when you come to us you'll understand quickly enough. Cayley, there's hardly a subject you can broach on which poor Paula hasn't some strange, out-of-the-way thought to give utterance to; some curious, warped notion. They are not mere worldly thoughts unless good God! they belong to the little hellish world which our blackguardism has created: no, her ideas have too little calculation in them to be called worldly. But it makes it the more dreadful that such thoughts should be ready, spontaneous; that expressing them has become a perfectly natural process; that her words, acts even, have almost lost their proper significance for her, and seem beyond her control. Ah, and the pain of listening to it all from the woman one loves, the woman one hoped to make happy and contented, who is really and truly a good woman, as it were, maimed! Well, this is my burden, and I shouldn't speak to you of it but for my anxiety about Ellean. Ellean! What is to be her future? It is in my hands; what am I to do? Cayley, when I remember how Ellean comes to me, from 30s another world I always think, when I realise the charge that's laid on me, I find myself wishing, in a sort of terror, that my child were safe under the ground!
DRUMMLE My dear Aubrey, aren't you making a mistake?
AUBREY Very likely. What is it?
DRUMMLE A mistake, not in regarding your Ellean as an angel, but in believing that, under any circumstances, it would be possible for her to go through life without getting her white robe shall we say, a little dusty at the hem? Don't take me for a cynic. I am sure there are many women upon earth who are almost divinely innocent; but 3 being on earth, they must send their robes to the laundry occasionally. Ah, and it's right that they should have to do so, for what can they learn from the checking of their little washing-bills but lessons of charity? Now I see but two courses open to you for the disposal of your angel.
DRUMMLE You must either restrict her to a paradise which is, like every earthly paradise, necessarily somewhat imperfect, or treat her ance is the least admirable. Take my advice, let her walk and talk and suffer and be healed with the great crowd. Do it, and hope that she'll some day meet a good, honest fellow who'll make her life complete, happy, secure. Now you see what I'm driving at.
AUBREY A sanguine programme, my dear Cayley! Oh, I'm not pooh-poohing it. Putting sentiment aside, of course I know that a fortunate marriage for Ellean would be the best perhaps the only solution of my difficulty. But you forget the danger of the course you suggest.
AUBREY If Ellean goes among men and women, how can she escape from learning, sooner or later, the history of poor Paula's--old life?
DRUMMLE H'm! You remember the episode of the Jeweller's Son in the Arabian Nights? Of course you don't. Well, if your daughter lives, she can't escape-- what you're afraid of. (Aubrey gives a half-stifled exclamation of pain) And when she does hear the story, surely it would be better that she should have some knowledge of the world to help her to understand it.
A U B R E Y To understand !
D R U M M L E To understand, to--to philosophise.
AUBREY To philosophise?
DRUMMLE Philosophy is toleration, and it is only one step from toleration to forgiveness.
AUBREY You're right, Cayley; I believe you always are. Yes, yes. But, even if I had the courage to attempt to solve the problem of Ellean's future in this way, I I'm helpless.
AUBREY What means have I now of placing my daughter in the world I've left?
DRUMMLE Oh, some friend--some woman friend.
AUBREY I have none; they're gone.
DRUMMLE You're wrong there; I know one--
AUBREY (listening) That's Paula's cart. Let's discuss this again.
DRUMMLE (going up to the window and looking out) It isn't the dogcart. (Turning to Aubrey) I hope you'll forgive me, old chap.
AUBREY What for?
DRUMMLE Whose wheels do you think have been cutting ruts in 365 your immaculate drive?
A servant enters
SERVANT (to Aubrey) Mrs Cortelyon, sir.
AUBREY Mrs Cortelyon! (After a short pause) Very well.
The servant withdraws
What on earth is the meaning of this?
DRUMMLE Ahem! While I've been our old friend's guest, Aubrey, we have very naturally talked a good deal about you and yours.
AUBREY Indeed, have you?
DRUMMLE Yes, and Alice Cortelyon has arrived at the conclusion that it would have been far kinder had she called on Mrs Tanqueray long ago. She's going abroad for Easter before settling down in London for the season,░ and I believe she has come over this morning to ask for Ellean's companionship.
AUBREY Oh, I see! (Frowning) Quite a friendly little conspiracy, my dear Cayley!
DRUMMLE Conspiracy! Not at all, I assure you. (Laughing) Ha, ha! 3 Ellean enters from the hall with Mrs Cortelyon, a handsome, good-humoured, spirited woman of about forty-five.
MrS CORTELYON (to Aubrey, shaking hands with him heartily) Well, Aubrey, how are you? I've just been telling this great girl of yours that I knew her when she was a sad-faced, pale baby. How is Mrs Tanqueray? I have been a bad neighbour, and I'm here to beg forgiveness. Is she indoors?
AUBREY She's upstairs putting on a hat, I believe.
MRS CORTELYON (sitting comfortably) Ah! (She looks round: Drummle and Ellean are talking together in the hall) We used to be very frank with each other, Aubrey. I suppose the old footing is no longer so possible, eh?
AUBREY If so, I'm not entirely to blame, Mrs Cortelyon.
MRS CORTELYON Mrs Cortelyon? H'm! No, I admit it. But you must make some little allowance for me, Mr Tanqueray. Your first wife and I, as girls, were like two cherries on one stalk,░ and then I was the confidential friend of your married life. That post, perhaps, wasn't altogether a sinecure. And now well, when a woman gets to my age I suppose she's a stupid, prejudiced, conventional crea- ture. However, I've got over it and (giving him her hand) I hope you'll be enormously happy and let me be a friend once more.
AUBREY Thank you, Alice.
MRS CORTELYON That's right. I feel more cheerful than I've done for weeks. But I suppose it would serve me right if the second Mrs Tanqueray showed me the door. Do you think she will?
AUBREY (listening) Here is my wife.
Mrs Cortelyon rises, and Paula enters, dressed for driving; she stops abruptly on seeing Mrs Cortelyon
Paula dear, Mrs Cortelyon has called to see you.
Paula starts, looks at Mrs Cortelyon irresolutely, then after a slight pause barely touches Mrs Cortelyon's extended hand
PAULA (whose manner now alternates between deliberate insolence and assumed sweetness) Mrs- What name, Aubrey?
AUBREY Mrs Cortelyon .
PAULA Cortelyon? Oh, yes. Cortelyon.
MRS CORTELYON (carefully guarding herself throughout against any expression of resentment) Aubrey ought to have told you that Alice Cortelyon and he are very old friends.
PAULA Oh, very likely he has mentioned the circumstance. I have quite a wretched memory.
MRS CORTELYON You know we are neighbours, Mrs Tanqueray.
PAULA Neighbours? Are we really? Won't you sit down? (They both sit) Neighbours! That's most interesting!
MRS CORTELYON Very near neighbours. You can see my roof from your windows.
PAULA I fancy I have observed a roof. But you have been away from home; you have only just returned.
MRS CORTELYON I? What makes you think that?
PAULA Why, because it is two months since we came to Higher- coombe, and I don't remember your having called.
MRS CORTELYON Your memory is now terribly accurate. No, I've not been away from home, and it is to explain my neglect that I am here, rather unceremoniously, this morning.
PAULA Oh, to explain quite so. (With mock solicitude) Ah, you've been very ill; I ought to have seen that before.
MRS CORTELYON Ill!
PAULA You look dreadfully pulled down. We poor women show illness so plainly in our faces, don't we?
AUBREY (anxiously) Paula dear, Mrs Cortelyon is the picture of health.
MRS CORTELYON (with softness aplenty) I have neverfelt better in my life.
PAULA (looking round innocently) Have I said anything awkward?
Aubrey, tell Mrs Cortelyon how stupid and thoughtless I always am!
MRS CORTELYON (to Drummle, who is now standing close to her) Really, Cayley--! (He soothes her with a nod and smile and a motion 44o of his finger to his lip) Mrs Tanqueray, I am afraid my explanation will not be quite so satisfactory as either of those you have just helped me to. You may have heard but, if you have heard, you have doubtless forgotten that twenty years ago, when your husband first lived here, I was a constant visitor at Highercoombe.
PAULA Twenty years ago--fancy! I was a naughty little child then.
MRS CORTELYON Possibly. Well, at that time, and till the end of her life, my affections were centred upon the lady of this house.
PAULA Were they? That was very sweet of you.
Ellean approaches Mrs Cortelyon, listening intently to her
MRS CORTELYON I will sav no more on that score, but I must add this: when, two months ago, you came here, I realised, perhaps for the first time, that I was a middle-aged woman, and that it had become impossible for me to accept without some effort a break- ing-in upon many tender associations. There, Mrs Tanqueray, that is my confession. Will you try to understand it and pardon me?
PAULA (watching Ellean, sneeringly) Ellean dear, you appear to be very interested in Mrs Cortelyon's reminiscences; I don't think I can do better than make you my mouthpiece there is such sympathy between us. What do you say we bring ourselves to forgive Mrs Cortelyon for neglecting us for two weary months?
MRS CORTELYON (to Ellean, pleasantly) Well, Ellean?
With a little cry of tenderness Ellean impulsively sits beside Mrs Cortelyon and takes her hand
My dear child!
PAULA (in an undertone to Aubrey) Ellean isn't so very slow in taking to Mrs Cortelyon!
DRUMMLE(to Paula and Aubrey) Come, this encourages me to broach my scheme. Mrs Tanqueray, it strikes me that you two good people are just now excellent company for each other, while Ellean would perhaps be glad of a little peep into the world you are anxcious to avoid. Now, I'm going to Paris tomorrow for a week or two before settling down in Chester Square,░ so--don't gasp, both of you! if this girl is willing, and you have made no other arrangements for her, will you let her come with me to Paris, and afterwards remain with me in town during the season? (Ellean utters an exclamation of surprise. Paula is silent) What do you say?
AUBREY Paula Paula dear. (Hesitatingly) My dear Mrs Cortelyon, DRUMMLE (watching Paula apprehensively) Kind! Now I must say I don't think so! I begged Alice to take me to Paris, and she declined. I am thrown over for Ellean! Ha! Ha!
MRS CORTELYON (laughing) What nonsense you talk, Cayley! The laughter dies out. Paula remains quite still
AUBREY Paula dear.
PAULA (slowly collecting hersellf) One moment. I I don't quite- To Mrs Cortelyon) You propose that Ellean leaves Highercoombe almost at once and remains with you some months?
MRS CORTELYON It would be a mercy to me. You can afford to be generous to a desolate old widow. Come, Mrs Tanqueray, won't you spare her?
PAULA Won't I spare her? (Suspiciously) Have you mentioned your plan to Aubrey before I came in?
MRS CORTELYON No, I had no opportunity.
PAULA Nor to Ellean?
MRS CORTELYON Oh, no.
PAULA (looking about her, in suppressed excitement) This hasn't been discussed at all, behind my back?
MRS CORTELYON My dear Mrs Tanqueray!
PAULA Ellean, let us hear your voice in the matter!
ELLEAN I should like to go with Mrs Cortelyon
PA ULA Ah!
ELLEAN That is, if--if--
PAULA Ifif what?
ELLEAN (looking towards Aubrev) if onlv Papa agrees
PAULA (in a hard voice) Oh, of course I forgot. (To Aubrey) My dear Aubrey, it rests with you, naturally, whether I am to lose- Ellean.
AUBREY Lose Ellean! (Advancing to Paula) There is no question of us losing Ellean. You would see Ellean in town constantly when she returned from Paris; isn't that so, Mrs Cortelyon?
MRS CORTELYON Certainly.
PAULA (laughing softly) Oh, I didn't know I should be allowed that privilege.
MRS CORTELYON Privilege, my dear Mrs Tanqueray!
PAULA Ha, ha! That makes all the difference, doesn't it?
AUBREY (with assumed gaiety) All the difference? I should think so! (To Ellean, laying his hand upon her head, tenderly) And you are quite certain you wish to see what the world is like on the other side of Black Moor?
ELLEAN If you are willing, Papa, I am quite certain.
AUBREY (looking at Paula irresolutely, then speaking with an effort) Then I I am willing.
PAULA (rising and striking the table lightly with her clenched hand) That decides it!
There is a general movement
(Excitedly to Mrs Cortelyon, who advances towards her) When do you want her?
MRS CORTELYON We go to town this afternoon at five o'clock, and sleep tonight at Bayliss's.░ There is barely time for her to make her preparations.
PAULA I will undertake that she is ready.
MRS CORTELYON I've a great deal to scramble through at home too, as you may guess. Goodbye!
PAULA (turning away) Mrs Cortelyon is going.
Paula stands looking out of the window, with her back to those in the room
MRS CORTELYON (to Drummle) Cayley
D R U MM L E (to her) Eh?
MRS CORTELYON I've gone through it, for the sake of Aubrey and his child, but I I feel a hundred. Is that a madwoman?
DRUM.MLE Of course; all jealous women are mad.
He goes out with Aubrey
MRS CORTELYON (hesitatingly, to Paula) Goodbye, Mrs Tanqueray. Paula inclines her head with the sllghtest possible movement, then resumes her former position. Ellean comes from the hall and takes Mrs Cortelyon out of the room. After a brief silence, Paula turns with a fierce cry, and hurriedly takes off her coat and hat, and tosses them upon the settee
PAULA Oh! Oh! Oh! (She drops into the chair as Aubrey returns; he stands looking at her) Who's that?
AUBREY You have altered your mind about going out?
PAULA Yes. Please to ring the bell.
AUBREY (touching the bell) You are angry about Mrs Cortelyon and Ellean. Let me try to explain my reasons
PAULA Be careful what you say to me just now! I have never felt like this except once--in my life. Be careful what you say to me!
A sevant enters
PAULA (rising) Is Watts at the door with the cart?
SERVANT Yes, ma'am.
PAULA Tell him to drive down to the post office directly, with this.
picks up the letter which has been lying upon the table
AUBREY With that?
PAULA Yes. My letter to Lady Orreyed.
She gives the letter to the servant, who goes out
AUBREY Surely you don't wish me to countermand any order of yours to a servant? Call the man back take the letter from him!
PAULA I have not the slightest intention of doing so.
AUBREY I must, then.
He goes to the door. She snatches up her hat and coat and follow him
What are you going to do?
PAULA If you stop that letter, walk out of the house.
He hesitates, then leaves the door
AUBREY I am right in believing that to be the letter inviting George Orreyed and his wife to stay here, am I not?
PAULA Oh yes quite right.
AUBREY Let it go: I'll write to him bv and bv.
PAULA (facing him) You dare!
A U B R E Y Hush, Paula!
PAULA Insult me again and, upon my word, I'll go straight out of the house!
A U B R E Y Insult you ?
PAULA Insult me! What else is it? My God! What else is it? What do you mean by taking Ellean from me?
PAULA Listen to me! And how do you take her? You pack her o~ in the care of a woman who has deliberately held aloof from me, who's thrown mud at me! Yet this Cortelyon creature has only to put foot here once to be entrusted with the charge of the girl you know I dearly want to keep near me!
AUBREY Paula dear! Hear me
PAULA Ah! Of course, of course! I can't be so useful to your daughter as such people as this; and so I'm to be given the go-by for any town friend of yours who turns up and chooses to patronise us! Hah! Very well, at any rate, as you take Ellean from me you justify my looking for companions where I can most readily find 'em.
AUBREY You wish me to fully appreciate your reason for sending that letter to Lady Orreyed?
PAULA Precisely I do.
AUBREY And could you, after all, go back to associates of that order? It's not possible!
PAI LA (mockingly) What, not afte the refining influence of these intensely respectable surroundings? (Going to the door) We'll see!
PAULA (violently) we'll see!
She goes out. He stands still looking after her
The scene is the drawing-room at Highercoombe. Facing the spectator are two large french windows, sheltered by a veranda, leading into the garden; on the right is a door opening into a small hall. The fireplace, with a large mirror above it, is on the left-hand side of the room, and higher up in the same wall are double doors, recessed. The room is richly furnished, and every- thing betokens taste and luxury. The windows are open, and there is moonlight in the garden. Lady Orreyed, a pretty, affected droll of a woman with a mincing voice and flaxen hair, is sitting on the ottoman, her head resting against the drum, and her eyes closed. Paula, looking pale, worn, and thoroughly unhappy, is sitting at a table. Both are in sumptuous dinner- gowns
LADY ORREYED (opening her eyes) Well, I never! I dropped off! (Feeling her hair) Just fancy! Where are the men?
PAULA (icily) Outside, smoking.
A servant enters with coffee, which he hands to Lady Orreyed. Sir George Orreyed comes in by the window. He is a man of about thirty-five, with a low forehead, a receding chin, a vacuous expression, and an ominous redness about the nose
LADY ORREYED (taking coffee) Heres Dodo.
SIR GEORGE I say, the flies under the veranda make you swear. The servant hands coffee to Paula, who declines it, then to Sir George, who takes a cup
Hi! Wait a bit! (He looks at the tray searchingly, then puts back his cup) Never mind. (Quietly to Lady Orreyed) I say, they're dooced sparin' with their liqueur, ain't they?
The servant goes out at window
PAULA (to Sir George) Won't you take coffee, George?
SIR GEORGE No, thanks. It's gettin' near time for a whisky and potass. (Approaching Paula, regarding Lady Orreyed admiringly) I say, Birdie looks rippin' tonight, don't she?
PAULA Your wife?
SIR GEORGE Yas.
PAULA Quite quite rippin'. He moves round to the settee. Paula watches him with distaste, then rises and walks away. Sir George falls asleep on the settee [by the fireplace]
LADY ORREYED Paula love, I fancied you and Aubrey were a little more friendly at dinner. You haven't made it up, have you?
PAULA We? Oh, no. We speak before others, that's all.
LADY ORREYED And how long do you intend to carry on this game, dear?
PAULA (turning away impatiently) I really can't tell you.
LADY ORREYED Sit down old girl; don't be so fidgety.
Paula sits on the upper seat of the ottoman, with her back to Lady Orreyed Of course, it's my duty, as an old friend, to give you a good talking-to. Paula glares at her suddenly and fiercely) But really I've found one gets so many smacks in the face through interfering in matrimonial squabbles that I've determined to drop it.
PAULA I think youre wise.
LADY ORREYED However, I must say that I do wish youd look at marriage in a more solemn light just as I do, in fact. It is such a beautiful thing marriage, and if people in our position don't respect it, and set a good example by living happily with their husbands, what can you expect from the middle classes? When did this sad state of affairs between you and Aubrey actually begin?
PAULA Actuallv, a fortnight and three days ago; I haven't calculated the minutes.
L A D Y O R R E Y E D A day or two before Dodo and I turned up arrived.
P.AULA Yes. One always remembers one thing by another; we left off speaking to each other the morning I wrote asking you to visit us.
LADY ORREYED Lucky for you I was able to pop down, wasn t it, dear?
PAULA (glaring at her again) Most fortunate.
LADY ORREYED A serious split with your husband without a pal on the premises I should say, without a friend in the housc would be most unpleasant.
PAULA (turning to her abruptly) This place must be horribly doleful for you and George just now. At least you ought to consider him before me. Why don't you leave me to my difficulties?
LADY ORREYED Oh, we're quite comfortable, dear, thank you both of us. George and I are so wrapped up in each other, it doesn't matter where we are. I don't want to crow over you, old girl, but Ive got a perfect husband.
Sir George is nodding, fast asleep, his head thrown back and his mouth open, looking hideous
PAULA (glancing at Sir George) So you've given me to understand.
LADY ORREYED Not that we don t have our little differences . Why we fell out only this very morning. You remember the diamond and ruby tiara Charley Prestwick gave poor dear Connie Tirlemont years ago, don't you?
PAULA No, I do not.
LADY ORREYED No? Well, it's in the market. Benjamin of Piccadilly has got it in his shop-window, and I've set my heart on it.
PAULA You consider it quite necessary?
LADY ORREYED Yes, because what I say to Dodo is this lady of my station must smother herself with hair ornaments. It's different with you, love people don't look for so much blaze from you, but I've got rank to keep up; haven't I?
LADY ORREYED Well, that was the cause of the little set-to between I and Dodo this morning. He broke two chairs, he was in such a rage. I forgot, they're your chairs; do you mind?
LADY ORREYED You know, poor Dodo can t lose his temper without smashing something; if it isn't a chair, it's a mirror; if it isn't that, it's china a bit of Dresden for choice. Dear old pet! He loves a bit of Dresden when he's furious. He doesn't really throw things at me, dear; he simply lifts them up and drops them, like a gentleman. I expect our room upstairs will look rather wrecky before I get that tiara.
PAULA Excuse the suggestion, perhaps your husband can't afford it.
LADY ORREYED Oh, how dreadfully changed you are, Paula! Dodo can always mortgage something, or borrow of his ma. What is coming to you!
PA ULA Ah!
She sits at the piano and touches the keys
LADY ORREYED Oh, yes, do play! That s the one thing I envy vou for.
PAULA What shall I play?
LADY ORREYED What was that heavenly piece you gave us last night, dear?
PAULA A bit of Schubert. Would you like to hear it again?
LADY ORREYED You don t know any comic songs, do you?
PAULA I'm afraid not.
LADY ORREYED I leave it to you, then. Paula plays. Aubrey and Cayley Drummle appear outside the window; they look into the room
AUBREY (to Drummle) You can see her face in that mirror. Poor girl, how ill and wretched she looks.
DRUMMLE When are the Orreyeds going?
AUBREY (entering the room) Heaven knows!
DRUMMLE (following Aubrey) But you 're entertaining them; what's it to do with Heaven?
AUBREY Do you know, Cayley, that even the Orreyeds serve a useful purpose? My wife actually speaks to me before our guests think of that! I've come to rejoice at the presence of the Orreyeds!
DRUMMLE I dare say; we're taught that beetles are sent for a benign end.
AUBREY Cayley, talk to Paula again tonight.
DRUMMLE Certainly, if I get the chance.
AUBREY Let's contrive it. George is asleep; perhaps I can get that doll out of the way.
As they advance into the room, Paula abruptly ceases playing and finds interest in a volume of music. Sir George is nodding and snoring apoplectically
Lady Orreyed, whenever you feel inclined for a game of billiards, I'm at your service.
LADY ORREYED (jumping up) Charmed, I'm sure! I really thought you'd forgotten poor little me. Oh, look at Dodo!
AUBREY No, no, don't wake him; he's tired.
LADY ORREYED I must, he looks so plain. (Rousing Sir George) Dodo! Dodo!
SIR GEORGE (stupidly) Ullo!
LADY ORREYED Dodo, dear, you were snoring.
SlR GEORGE Oh, I say, you could 'a told me that by and by.
AUBREY You want a cigar, George; come into the billiard-room. (Giving his arm to Lady Orreyed) Cayley, bring Paula.
Aubrey and Lady Orreyed go out
SIR GEORGE (rising) Hey, what! Billiard-room! (Looking at his watch) How goes the? Phew! 'Ullo, 'Ullo! Whisky and potass!
He goes rapidly after Aubrey and Lady Orreyed. Paula resumes playing
PAULA (after a pause) Don't moon about after me, Cayley; follow the others.
DRUMMLE Thanks, by and by. (Sitting) That's pretty.
PAULA (after another pause, stillplaying) I wish you wouldn't stare so.
DRUMMLE Was I staring? I'm sorry.
She plays a little longer, then stops suddenly, rises, and goes to the window, where she stands looking out.
Drummle moves from the ottoman to the settee
A lovely night.
PAULA (startled) Oh! (Without turning to him) Why do you hop about like a monkey?
DRUMMLE Hot rooms play the deuce with the nerves. Now, it would have done you good to have walked in the garden with us after dinner and made merry. Why didn't you?
PAULA You know why.
DRUMMLE Ah, you're thinking of the difference between you and Aubrey?
PAULA Yes, I am thinking of it.
DRUMMLE Well, so am I. How long-
PAULA Getting on for three weeks.
DRUMMLE Bless me, it must be! And this would have been such a night to have healed it! Moonlight, the stars, the scent of flowers; and yet enough darkness to enable a kind woman to rest her hand for an instant on the arm of a good fellow who loves her. Ah, ha! It's a wonderful power, dear Mrs Aubrey, the power of an offended woman! Only realise it! Just that one touch the mere tips of her I45 fingers and, for herself and another, she changes the colour of the whole world!
PAULA (turning to him, calmly) Cayley, my dear man, you talk exactly like a very romantic old lady.
She leaves the window and sits playing with the knick-knacks on the table
DRUMMLE (to himself) H'm, that hasn't done it! [Rising and coming down] Well ha, ha! I accept the suggestion. An old woman, eh?
PAULA Oh, I didn't intend
DRUMMLE But why not? I've every qualification well, almost. And I confess it would have given this withered bosom a throb of grandmotherly satisfaction if I could have seen you and Aubrey at peace before I take my leave tomorrow.
PAULA Tomorrow, Cayley!
DRUMMLE I must.
PAULA Oh, this house is becoming unendurable.
DRUMMLE You're very kind. But you've got the Orreyeds.
PAULA (hercely) The Orreyeds! I I hate the Orreyeds! I lie awake at night, hating them!
DRUMMLE Pardon me, I've understood that their visit is, in some degree, owing to--hem! your suggestlon.
PAULA Heavens! That doesn't make me like them better. Somehow I6; or another, I--I've outgrown these people. This woman--I used to think her 'jolly'! sickens me. I can't breathe when she's near me: the whiff of her handkerchief turns me faint! And she patronises me by the hour, until I I feel my nails growing longer with every word she speaks!
DRUMMLE l~ly dear lady, why on earth don't you say all this to Aubrey?
PAULA Oh, I've been such an utter fool, Cayley!
DRUMMLE (soothingly) Well, well, mention it to Aubrey!
PAULA No, no, you don't understand. What do you think I've done?
DRUMMLE Done! What, since you invited the Orreyeds?
P.AULA Yes; I must tell you
DRUMMLE Perhaps you'd better not.
PAULA Look here. I've intercepted some letters from Mrs Cortelyon and Ellean to--him. (Producing three unopened letters from the bodice of her dress) There are the accursed things! From Paris--two from the Cortelyon woman, the other from Ellean!
DRUMM LE But why why?
PAULA I don't know. Yes, I do! I saw letters coming from Ellean to her father; not a line to me not a line. And one morning it 18 happened I was downstairs before he was, and I spied this one Iying with his heap on the breakfast─table, and I slipped it into my pocket--out of malice, Cayley, pure devilry! And a day or two afterwards I met Elwes the postman at the Lodge, and took the letters from him, and found these others amongst 'em. I felt simply fiendish when I saw them fiendish! (Returning the letters to her bodice) And now I carry them about with me, and they're scorching me like a mustard plaster!
DRUMMLE Oh, this accounts for Aubrey not hearing from Paris lately!
PAULA That's an ingenious conclusion to arrive at! Of course it does! I9; (With an hysterical laugh) Ha, ha!
DRUMMLE Well, well! (Laughing) Ha, ha, ha!
PAULA (turning upon him) I suppose it is amusing!
DRUMMLE I beg pardon.
PAULA Heaven knows I've little enough to brag about! I'm a bad lot, 200 but not in mean tricks of this sort. In all my life this is the most caddish thing I've done. How am I to get rid of these letters that's what I want to know? How am I to get rid of them?
DRUMMLE If I were you, I should take Aubrey aside and put them into his hands as soon as possible.
PAULA What! And tell him to his face that I ! No, thank you. I suppose you wouldn't like to-
DRUMMLE No, no; I won't touch em!
PAULA And you call yourself my friend?
DRUMMLE (good-humouredly) No, I don't!
PAULA Perhaps I'll tie them together and give them to his man in the morning.
DRUMMLE That won't avoid an explanation.
PAULA (recklessly) Oh, then he must miss them
D R U M M L E And trace them.
PAULA (throwing herself upon the ottoman) I don't care!
DRUMMLE I know you don't; but let me send him to you now, may I?
PAULA Now! What do you think a woman's made of? I couldn't stand it, Cayley. I haven't slept for nights; and last night there was thunder, too! I believe I've got the horrors.
DRUMMLE (taking the little hand-mirror from the table) You'll sleep well enough when you deliver those letters. Come, come, Mrs Aubrey a good night's rest! (Holding the mirror before her face) It's quite time. She looks at herself for a moment, then snatches the mirror from him
PAULA You brute, Cayley, to show me that!
DRUMMLE Then may I? Be guided by a poor old woman! May I?
PAULA You'll kill me, amongst you!
DRUMMLE What do you say?
PAULA (after a pause) Very well. He nods his head and goes out rapidly. She looks after him for a moment, and calls 'Cayley! Cayley!' Then she again produces the letters, deliberately, one by one, fingering them with aversion. Suddenly she starts, turning her head towards the door Ah! Aubrey enters quickly
A U B R E Y Paula!
P AU L A (handing him the letters, her face alerted ) There! (He examines the letters, puzz ed, and looks at her inquiringly They are many days old. I stole them, I suppose to make you anxious and unhappy. He looks at the letters again, then lays them aside on the table
Al BREY (gently) Paula, dear, it doesn't matter.
PAULA (after a short pause) Why why do you take it like this?
AUBREY What did you expect?
PAULA Oh, but I suppose silent reproaches are really the severest. And then, naturally, you are itching to open your letters. She crosses the room as if to go
AUBREY Paula! (She passes) Surely, surely it's all over now?
PAULA All over! ( shockingly) Has my stepdaughter returned then? When did she arrive? I haven't heard of it!
AUBREY You can be very cruel.
P.AULA That word's always on a man's lips; he uses it if his soup's cold. (With another movement as if to go) Need we--
AUBREY I- I know I've wounded you, Paula. But isn't there any way out of this?
P.AULA When does Ellean return? Tomorrow? Next week?
AUBREY (Dearily) Oh! Now should we grudge Ellean the little pleasure she is likelv to find in Paris and in London?
PAULA I grudge her nothing, if that's a hit at me. But with that woman
AUBREY It must be that woman or another. You know that at present we are unable to give Ellean the opportunity of- of
PAULA Of mixing with respectable people.
AUBREY The opportunity of gaining friends, experience, ordinary knowledge of the world. If you are interested in Ellean, can't you see how useful Mrs Cortelvon's good offices are?
PAULA May I put one question? At the end of the London season, when Mrs Cortelyon has done with Ellean, is it quite understood that the girl comes back to us? ( Aubrey is silent) Is it? Is it?
AUBREY Let us wait till the end of the season
PAULA Oh! I knew it. You're only fooling me; you put me off with any trash. I believe you've sent Ellean away, not for the reasons you give, but because you don't consider me a decent companion for her, because you're afraid she might get a little of her innocence rubbed off in my company. Come, isn't that the truth? Be honest! Isn't that it?
There is a moment's silence on both sides
PAULA (with uplifted hands as tho strike him) Oh!
AUBREY (taking her by the wrists) Sit down. Sit down. (He puts her into a chair; she shakes herself free with a cry) Now listen to me. Fond as you are, Paula, of harking back to your past, there's one chapter of it you always let alone. I've never asked you to speak of it; you've never offered to speak of it. I mean the chapter that relates to the time when you were like Ellean. (She attempts to rise; he restrains her) No no!
PAULA I don't choose to talk about that time. I won't satisfy your curiosity.
-AUBREY My dear Paula, I have no curiosity--I know what you were at Ellean's age. I'll tell you. You hadn't a thought that wasn't a wholesome one, you hadn't an impulse that didn't tend towards good, you never harboured a notion you couldn't have gossiped about to a parcel of children. (She makes another effort to rise: he lays his hand lightly on her shoulder) And this was a very few years back--there are days now when you look like a schoolgirl but think of the difference between the two Paulas. You'll have to think hard, because after a cruel life one's perceptions grow a thick skin. But, for God's sake, do think till you get these two images clearly in your mind, and then ask yourself what sort of a friend such a woman as you are today would have been for the girl of seven or eight years ago.
PAULA (rising) How dare you? I could be almost as good a friend to Ellean as her own mother would have been, had she lived. I know what you mean. How dare you?
AUBREY You say that; very likely you believe it. But you're blind, Paula; you're blind. You! Every belief that a young, pure-minded girl holds sacred that you once held sacred you now make a target for a jest, a sneer, a paltry cynicism. I tell you, you're not mistress any longer of your thoughts or your tongue. Why, how often, sitting between you and Ellean, have I seen her cheeks turn scarlet as you've rattled off some tale that belongs by right to the - club or the smoking-room!° Have you noticed the blush? If you have, has the cause of it ever struck you? And this is the girl you say you love, I admit that you do love, whose love you expect in return! Oh, Paula, I make the best, the only, excuse for you when I tell you you're blind!
PAULA Ellean Ellean blushes easily.
AUBREY You blushed as easily a few years ago.
PAULA (after a short pause) Well! Have you finished your sermon?
AUBREY (with a gesture of despair) Oh, Paula!
He goes up to the window and stands with his back to the room
PAULA (to herself) A few years ago!
She walks slowly towards the door, then suddenly drops upon the ottoman in a paroxysm of weeping
O God! A few years ago!
AUBREY( go ing to her) Paula!
PAULA (sobbing) Oh, don't touch me!
PAULA Oh, go away from me!
He goes back a few steps, and after a little while she becomes calmer and rises unsteadily; then in an altered tone Look here--!
He advances a step; she checks him with a quick gesture Look here! Get rid of these people and her husband as soon as possible! I I've done with them!
AUBREY (in a whisper) Paula!
PAI,LA And then then when the time comes for Ellean to leave Mlrs Cortelyon, give mc give me another chance! ~ He advances again, but she shrinks away No, no!
She goes out by the door on the right. He sinks on to the settee, covering his eyes with his hands. There is a brief silence, then a servant enters
SERVANT Mrs Cortelyon, sir, with Miss Ellean.
Aubrey rises to meet Mrs Cortelyon, who enters, followed by Ellean, both being in travelling-dresses. The servant withdraws
MRS CORTELYON (shaking hands with Aubrey) Oh, my dear Aubrey!
AUBREY Mrs Cortelyon! (Kissing Ellean) Ellean dear!
ELLEAN Papa, is all well at home?
M R S C O R T E L Y O N We re shockingly anxious.
AUBREY Yes, yes, all's well. This is quite unexpected (To Mrs Cortelyon) You've found Paris insufferably hot?
MRS CORTELYON Insufferably hot! Paris is pleasant enough. We've had no letter from you!
AUBREY I wrote to Ellean a week ago.
.MRS CORTELYON Without alluding to the subject I had written to you upon.
AUBREY (thinking) Ah, of course-
MRS CORTELYON And since then we've both written and you've been absolutely silent. Oh, it's too bad!
AUBREY (picking up the letters from the table) It isn't altogether my fault. Here are the letters
MRS CORTELYON They're unopened.
AUBREY An accident delayed their reaching me till this evening. I'm afraid this has upset you very much.
MRS CORTELYON Upset me!
ELLEAN (in an undertone to Mrs Cortelyon) Never mind. Not now, dear not tonight.
MRS CORTELYON (to Ellean aloud ) Child, run away and take your things off. She doesn't look as if she'd journeyed from Paris today.
AUBREY (taking Ellean's hands) I've never seen her with such a colour.
ELLEAN (to Aubrey, in a faint voice) Papa, Mrs Cortelyon has been so very, very kind to me, but I I have come home.
She goes out
AUBREY Come home! (To Mrs Cortelyon) Ellean returns to us, then?
MRS CORTELYON That's the very point I put to you in my letters, and you oblige me to travel from Paris to Willowmere on a warm day to settle it. I think perhaps it's right that Ellean should be with you just now, although I My dear friend, circumstances are a little altered.
AUBREY Alice, you're in some trouble.
MRS CORTELYON Well yes, I am in trouble. You remember pretty little Mrs Brereton who was once Caroline Ardale?
AUBREY Quite well.
MRS CORTELYON She's a widow now, poor thing. She has the entresol of the house where we've been lodging in the Avenue de Friedland. Caroline's a dear chum of mine; she formed a great liking for Ellean.
AUBREY I m very glad.
- MRS CORTELYON Yes, it's nice for her to meet her mother's friends. Er that young Hugh Ardale the papers were full of some time ago--he's Caroline Brereton's brother, you know.
AUBREY No, I didn't know. What did he do? I forget.
MRS CORTELYON Checked one of those horrid mutinies at some faraway station in India, marched down with a handful of his men and a few faithful natives, and held the place until he was relieved. They gave him his company and a VC for it.
AUBREY And he's Mrs Brereton's brother?
MRS CORTELYON Yes. He's with his sister was, rather--in Paris. He's home--invalided. Good gracious, Aubrey, why don't you help me out? Can't you guess what has occurred?
M R S C O R T E L Y O N Young Ardale Ellean!
A U B R E Y An attachment ?
MRS CORTELYON Yes, Aubrey. (after a little pause) Well, I suppose I've got myself into sad disgrace. But really I didn't foresee anything of this kind. A serious, reserved child like Ellean, and a boyish, high-spirited soldier it never struck me as being likely. Aubrey paces to and fro thoughtfully
I did all I could directly Captain Ardale spokc- wrote to you at once. Why on earth don't you receive your letters promptly, and when you do get them, why can't you open them? I endured the anxiety till last night, and then made up my mind home! Of course, it has worried me terribly. My head's bursting. Are there any salts about?
Aubrey fetches a bottle from the cabinet and hands it to her We've had one of those hateful smooth crossings that won't let you be properly indisposed.
AlUBREY dear Alice, I assure you I've no thought of blaming you.
MRS CORTELYON That statement always precedes a quarrel.
AUBREY I don't know whether this is the worst or the best luck. How will my wife regard it? Is Captain Ardale a good fellow?
MRS CORTELYON My dear Aubrey, you'd better read up the ac- counts of his wonderful heroism. Face to face with death for a whole week; always with a smile and a cheering word for the poor helpless souls depending on him! Of course, it's that that has stirred the depths of your child's nature. I've watched her while we've been dragging the story out of him, and if angels look different from Ellean at that moment, I don't desire to meet any, that's all!
AUBREY If you were in my position--? But you can't judge.
MRS CORTELYON Why, if I had a marriageable daughter of my own and Captain Ardale proposed for her, naturally I should cry my eyes out all night--but I should thank Heaven in the morning.
AUBREY You believe so thoroughly in him?
MRS CORTELYON You should have only a headache at this minute if I didn't! Look here, you've got to see me down the lane; that's the least you can do, my friend. Come into my house for a moment and shake hands with Hugh.
A UBR E Y What, is he here?
MRS CORTELYON He came through with us, to present himself formally tomorrow. Where are my gloves? (Aubrey fetches them from the ottoman) Make my apologies to Mrs Tanqueray, please. She's well, I hope? (Going towards the door) I can't feel sorry she hasn't seen me in this condition.
ELLEAN (to Mrs Cortelyon) I ve been waiting to wish you good-night. I was afraid I'd missed you.
MRS CORTELYON Good-night, Ellean.
ELLEAN (in a low voice, embracing Mrs Cortelyon) I can't thank you. Dear Mrs Cortelyon!
MRS CORTELYON (her arms round Ellean, in a whisper to Aubrey) Speak a word to her.
Mrs Cortelyon goes out
AUBREY (to Ellean) Ellean, I'm going to see Mrs Cortelyon home. (Going to the door) Tell Paula where I am; explain, dear.
ELLEAN (her head drooping) Yes. ([He looks at her steadily for a moment then walks towards the door.] Quickly) Father! [He turns towards her] You are angry with mc disappointed?
AUBR E Y Angry? No.
AUBREY (smiling and going to her and taking her hand ) If so, it's only because you've shaken my belief in my discernment. I thought you took after your poor mother a little, Ellean; but there's a look on your face tonight, dear, that I never saw on hers never, never.
ELLEAN (leaning her head on his shoulder) Perhaps I ought not to have gone away?
AUBREY Hush! You're quite happy?
AUBREY That's right. Then, as you are quite happy, there is something I particularly want you to do for me Ellean.
ELLEAN What is that?
AUBREY Be very gentle with Paula. Will you?
ELLEAN You think I have been unkind.
AUBREY (kissing her upon the forehead ) Be very gentle with Paula. He goes out and she stands looking after him, then, as she turns thoughtfully from the door, a rose is thrown through the window and falls at her feet. She picks up the flower wonderingly and goes to the window
ELLEAN (starting back) Hugh!
Hugh Ardale, a handsome young man of about seven-and- twenty, with a boyish face and manner, appears outside the window
HUGH Nelly! Nelly dear!
ELLEAN What s the matter?
HUGH Hush! Nothing. It's only fun. (Laughing) Ha, ha, ha! I've found out that Mrs Cortelyon's meadow runs up to your father's plantation; I've come through a gap in the hedge.
ELLEAN Why, Hugh?
HUGH I'm miserable at The Warren; it's so different from the Avenue de Friedland. Don't look like that! Upon my word I meant just to peep at your home and go back, but I saw figures moving about here, and came nearer, hoping to get a glimpse of you. (Entering the room) Was that your father?
HUGH Isn't this fun! A rabbit ran across my foot while I was hiding behind that old yew.
ELLEAN You must go away; it s not right for you to be here like this.
HUGH But it's only fun, I tell you. You take everything so seriously. Do wish me good-night.
ELLEAN We have said good-night.
HUGH In the hall at The Warren before Mrs Cortelyon and a manservant. Oh, it's so different from the Avenue de Friedland!
ELLEAN (giving him her hand hastily) Good-night, Hugh.
HUGH Is that all? We might be the merest acquaintances. He momentarily embraces her, but she releases herself
ELLEAN It's when you're like this that you make me feel utterly miserable. (Throwing the rose from her angrily) Oh!
HUGH I've offended you now, I suppose?
HUGH Forgive me, Nelly. Come into the garden for five minutes; we'll stroll down to the plantation.
ELLEAN No, no.
HUGH For two minutes--to tell me you forgive me.
ELLEAN I forgive you.
HUGH Evidently. I shan't sleep a wink tonight after this. What a fool I am! Come down to the plantation. Make it up with me.
ELLEAN There is somebody coming into this room. Do you wish to be seen here?
HUGH I shall wait for you behind that yew tree. You must speak to me. Nelly!
He disa ppears. Paula enters
ELLEAN You you are very surprised to see me, Paula, of course.
PAULA Why are you here? Why aren't you with your friend?
ELLEAN I've come homc- if you'll have me. We left Paris this morning; Mrs Cortelyon brought me back. She was here a minute or two ago; Papa has just gone with her to The Warren. He asked me to tell you.
PAULA There are some people staying with us that I'd rather you didn't meet. It was hardly worth your while to return for a few hours.
E LL E AN A few hours?
PAULA Well, when do you go to London?
ELLEAN I don't think I go to London, after all.
PAULA (eagerly) You you've quarrelled with her?
ELLEAN No, no, no, not that; but Paula! (In an altered tone) Paula!
PAULA (startled) Eh? (Ellean goes deliberately to Paula and kisses her) Ellean!
ELLEAN Kiss me.
PAULA What what s come to you?
ELLEAN I want to behave differently to you in the future. Is it too late?
PAULA Too late! (Impulsively kissing Ellean and crying) Noo no! No--no!
ELLEAN Paula, don t cry.
PAULA (wiping her eyes) I'm a little shaky; I haven't been sleeping. It's all right talk to me.
ELLEAN There is something I want to tell you--
PA ULA Is there--is there?
They sit together on the ottoman, Paula taking Ellean's hand
ELLEAN Paula, in our house in the Avenue de Friedland, on the floor below us, there was a Mrs Brereton. She used to be a friend of my mother's. Mrs Cortelyon and I spent a great deal of our time with her.
PAULA (suspiciously) Oh! (Letting Ellean's handfall) Is this lady going to take you up in place of Mrs Cortelyon?
ELLEAN No, no. Her brother is staying with her was staying with ;
her. Her brother (Breaking off in confusion)
PAULA [looking into her face] Well?
ELLEAN (almost inaudibly) Paula--
She rises and walks away, Paula following her
PAULA Ellean! (Taking hold of her) You're not in love!
Ellean looks at Paula appealingly
PAULA Oh! You in love! You! Oh, this is why you've come home! Of course, you can make friends with me now! You'll leave us for good soon, I suppose; so it doesn't much matter being civil to me for a little while!
ELLEAN Oh, Paula!
PAULA Why, how you have deceived us all of us! We've taken you for a cold-blooded little saint. The fools you've made of us! Saint Ellean! Saint Ellean!
ELLEAN Ah, I might have known you'd only mock me!
PAULA (her tone changing) Eh?
ELLEAN I I can t talk to you. (Sitting on the settee) You do nothing else but mock and sneer, nothing else.
PAULA Ellean dear! Ellean! I didn't mean it. I'm so horribly jealous, it's a sort of curse on me. (Kneeling beside Ellean and embracing her) My tongue runs away with me. I'm going to alter, I swear I am. I'~e made some good resolutions, and, as God's above me, I'll keep them! If you are in love, if you do ever marry, that's no reason why we shouldn't be fond of each other. Come, you've kissed me of your own accord you can't take it back. Now we're friends again, aren't we? Ellean dear! I want to know everything, every- thing. Ellean dear, Ellean!
ELLEAN Paula, Hugh has done something that makes me very angry. He came with us from Paris today, to see Papa. He is staying with Mrs Cortelyon and I ought to tell you
PAULA Yes, yes. What?
ELLEAN He has found his way by The Warren meadow through the plantation up to this house. He is waiting to bid me good-night. (Glancing towards the garden) He is out there.
ELLEAN What shall I do?
PAULA Bring him in to see me! Will you?
ELLEAN No, no.
PAULA But I'm dying to know him. Oh, yes, you must. I shall meet him before Aubrey does. (Excitedly running her hands over her hair) I'm so glad.
Ellean goes out by the window
The mirror mirror. What a fright I must look!
Not finding the hand-glass on the table, she jumps on to the settee, and surveys herself in the mirror over the mantelpiece, then sits quietly down and waits Ellean! He must fancy Ellean!
After a pause Ellean enters by the window with Hugh
ELLEAN_ Paula, this is- Captain Ardale Mrs Tanqueray.
Paula rises and turns, and she and Hugh stand staring blankly at each other for a moment or two; then Paula advances and gives him her hand
PAULA(in a strange voice, but calmly) How do you do?
HUGH How do you do?
PAULA Ellean, dear, I want to have a little talk about you to Mr Ardalc Captain Ardalc alone. (Putting her arms round Ellean, and leading her to the door) Come back in a little while. Ellean nods to Paula with a smile and goes out, while Paula stands watching her at the open door In a little while--in a little Closing the door and then taking a seat facing Hugh)
Be quick! Mr Tanqueray has only gone down to The Warren with Mrs Cortelyon. What is to be done?
(to Ellean) Mr Ardale and I have met in London, Ellean. -Captain Ardale, now?
ELLEAN In London?
PAULA They say the world's very small, don't they?
HUGH (blankly) Done...
PAULA Done--done. Something must be done.
HUGH I understood that Mr Tanqueray had marned a Mrs--Mrs
PAULA I'd been a hurry to leave after we separated.
PAULA (sneeringly) No.
HUGH I went out to India.
PAULA What's to be done?
HUGH Damn this chance!
PAULA Oh, my God!
HUGH Your husband doesn't know, does he!
PAULA That you and I~
PAULA No. He knows about others.
HUGH Not about me. How long were we-
PAULA I don't remember, exactly.
HUGH Do you--do you think it matters?
PAU L A His--his daughter.
With a muttered exclamation, he turns and sits with his head in his hands
What's to be done?
HUGH I wish I could think.
PAULA Oh! Oh! Wat happened to that flat of ours in Ethelbert Street?
HUH I let it.
PAULA All that prettv furniture?
HUGH Sold it.
PAULA I came across the key of the escritoire the other day in an old purse! (Suddenly realising the horror and hopelessness of her position, and starting to her feet with an hysterical cry of rage) What am I maundering about?
HUGH For God's sake, be quiet! Do let me think.
PAULA This will send me mad! (Suddenly turning and standing over him) You you beast, to crop up in my life again like this! HUGH I always treated you fairlv.
PAULA Oh! I beg your pardon I know you did
She sinks on to the settee, crying hysterically
PAULA She kissed me tonight! I'd won her over! I've had such a fight to make her love me! And now just as she's beginning to love me, to bring this on her!
HUGH Hush, hush! Don't break down!
PAULA (sobbing) You don't know! I I haven't been getting on well in my marriage. It's been my fault. The life I used to lead spoilt me completely. But I'd made up my mind to turn over a new life from tonight. From tonight!
PAULA Don't you call me that!
HUGH Mrs Tanquerav, there is no cause for you to despair in this way. It's allright, I tell you--it shall be all right.
PAULA (shivering) What are we to do?
HU GH Hold our tongues.
PAULA (staring innocently) Eh?
HUGH The chances are a hundred to one against anyone ever turning 63; up who knew us when we were together. Besides, no one would be such a brute as to split on us. If anvbody did do such a thing, we should have to lie! What are we upsetting ourselves like this for, when we'--e simply got to hold our tongues?
PAULA You're as mad as I am!
HUGH Can you think of a better plan?
PAULA There's only one plan possible let's come to our senses! Mr Tanqueray must be told.
HUGH Your husband! What, and I lose Ellean! I lose Ellean!
PAULA You've got to lose her.
HUGH I won't lose her! I can't lose her!
PAULA Didn t I read of your doing any number of brave things in India? Why, you seem to be an awful coward!
HUGH That's another sort of pluck altogether; I haven't this sort of pluck.
PAULA Oh, I don't ask you to tell Mr Tanqueray. That's my job.
HUGH (standing over her) You you you'd better!
PAULA (rising) Don't bully me! I intend to.
HUGH (taking hold of her; she wrenches herself free) Look here, Paula! I never treated you badly--you've owned it. Why should you want to pay me out like this? You don't know how I love Ellean!
PAULA Yes, that's just what I do know.
HUGH I say you don't! She's as good as my own mother. I've been downright honest with her too. I told her, in Paris, that I'd been a bit wild at one time, and, after a damned wretched day, she 660 promised to forgive me because of what I'd done since in India. She's behaved like an angel to me! Surely I oughtn't to lose her, - after all, just because I've been like other fellows! No; I haven't been half as rackety as a hundred men we could think of. Paula, don't pay me out for nothing; be fair to me, there's a good girl be fair to me!
PAULA Oh, I'm not considering you at all! I advise you not to stay here any longer; Mr Tanqueray is sure to be back soon.
HUGH (taking up his hat) What's the understanding between us then? What have we arranged to do?
PAULA I don't know what you're going to do; I've got to tell Mr Tanqueray.
HUGH (approaching her fiercely) By God, you shall do nothing of the sort!
PA ULA You shocking coward!
HUGH If you dare! Going up to the window) Mind! If you dare!
PAULA (following him) Why, what would you do?
HUGH (after a short pause, sullenly) Nothing. I'd shoot myself that's nothing. Good-night.
PA ULA Good-night.
He disappears. She walks unsteadily to the ottoman, and sits; and as she does so her hand falls upon the little silver mirror, which she takes up, staring at her own reflection
The scene is the drawing-room at Highercoombe, the same evening. Paula is still seated on the ottoman, looking vacantly before her, with the little mirror in her hand. Lady Orreyed enters
LADY ORREYED There you are! You never came into the billiard- room. Isn't it maddening Cayley Drummle gives me sixty out of a hundred and beats me. I must be out of form, because I know I play remarkably well for a lady. Only last month- (Paula rises)
Whatever is the matter with you, old girl?
PA ULA Why?
LADY ORREYED (staring) It's the light, I suppose. (Paula replaces the mirror on the table) By Aubrey's bolting from the billiard-table in that fashion I thought perhaps...
PAULA Yes; it s all right.
LADY ORREYED You've patched it up? (Paula nods) Oh, I am jolly glad ! [Kisses her] I mean--
PAULA Yes, I know what you mean. Thanks, Mabel.
L A D Y O R R E Y E D Now take my advice; for the future
PAULA Mabel, if I've been disagreeable to you while you've been staying here, I I beg your pardon.
She walks away and sits down
LADY ORREYED You, disagreeable, my dear? I haven't noticed it. Dodo and me both consider you make a first-class hostess, but then you've had such practice, haven't you? (Dropping on to the ottoman and gaping) Oh, talk about being sleepy
PAULA Why don't you?
LADY ORREYED Why, dear, I must hang about for Dodo. You may as well know it; he's in one of his moods.
PA ULA (under her breath) Oh
LADY ORREYED Now, its not his fault; it was deadly dull for him while we were playing billiards. Cayley Drummle did ask him to mark, but I stopped that; it's so easy to make a gentleman look like a billiard-marker. This is just how it always is; if poor old Dodo has nothing to do, he loses count, as you may say.
PA ULA Hark!
Sir George Orreyed enters, walking slowly and deliberately; he looks pale and watery-eyed
SIR GEORGE (with mournful indistinctness) I'm 'fraid we've left you a great deal to yourself tonight, Mrs Tanqueray. Attra'tions of billiards. I apol'gise. I say, where's ol' Aubrey?
PAULA MY husband has been obliged to go out to a neighbour's house.
SIR GEORGE I want his advice on a rather pressing matter connected with my family my family. (Sitting) Tomorrow will do just as well.
LADY ORREYED (to Paula) This is the mood I hate so--drivelling about his precious family.
SIR GEORGE The fact is, Mrs Tanqueray, I am not easy in my min' 'bout the way I am treatin' my poor ol' mother.
LADY ORREYED (to Paula) Do you hear that? That's his mother, but my mother he won't so much as look at!
SIR GEORGE I shall write to Bruton Street firs' thing in the morning.
LADY ORREYED (to Paula) amma has stuck to me through every- thing well, you know!
SIR GEORGE I'll get ol' Aubrey to figure out a letter. I'll drop line to Uncle Fitz too--dooced shame of the ol' feller to chuck me over ;o in this manner. (wiping his eyes) All my family have chucked me over.
LADY ORREYED (rising) Dodo!
SIR GEORGE JUS' because I've married beneath me, to be chucked over! Aunt Lydia, the General, Hooky Whitgrave, Lady Sugnall my own dear sister!--all turn their backs on me. It's more than I can stan'!
LADY ORREYED (approaching him ~Dith dignity) Sir George, wish Mrs Tanqueray good-night at once and come upstairs. Do you hear me?
S I R G E O R G E (rising angrily) Wha
LADY ORREYED Be quiet!
SIR GEORGE YOU presoom to order me about!
LADY ORREYED You're making an exhibition of yourself!
SIR GEORGE Look ere
L A D Y O R R E Y E D Come along, I tell you!
He hesitates, utters a few inarticulate sounds, then snatches up a fragile ornament from the table, and is about to dash it on to the ground. Lady Orreyed retreats, and Paula goes to him
PA UL A George!
He replaces the ornament
SIR GEORGE (shaking Paula's hand) Good ni', Mrs Tanqueray.
LADY ORREYED (to Paula) Good-night, darling. Wish Aubrey good- night for me. Now, Dodo?
She goes out
SIR GEORGE (to Paula) I say, are you goin' to sit up for ol' Aubrey?
PA ULA Yes.
SIR GEORGE Shall I keep you company?
PA ULA No, thank you, George.
SIR GEORGE Sure?
PAULA Yes, sure.
SIR GEORGE (shaking hands) Good-night again.
PA ULA Good-night.
She turns away. He goes out, steadying himself carefully.
Drummle appears outside the window, with a cap on his head, and smoking
DRUMMLE (looking into the room, and seeing Paula) My last cigar. Where's Aubrey?
PAULA Gone down to The Warren, to see Mrs Cortelyon home.
DRUMMLE (entering the room) Eh? Did you say Mrs Cortelyon?
PAULA Yes. She has brought Ellean back.
DRUMMLE Bless my soul! Why?
PAULA I - I'm too tired to tell you, Cayley. If you stroll along the lane you'll meet Aubrey. Get the news from him.
DRUMMLE (going up to the window) Yes, yes. (Returning to Paula) I don t want to bother you, only the anxious old woman, you know. Are you and Aubrey -?
PA ULA Good friends again?
D R U M M L E (nodding) Um.
PAULA (giving him her hand) Quite, Cayley auite-
LADY ORREYED (relenting her hand) That's capital. As I'm off so early tomorrow morning, let me say now -thank you for your hos- pitality.
DRUMMLE bends over her hand gallantly, then goes out by the window
PAULA (to herself) 'Are you and Aubrey 'Good friends again?'
Yes. Quite, Cayley, quite'.
There is a briefpause, then Aubrey enters hurriedly, wearing a light overcoat and carrying a cap
AUBREY Paula dear! Have you seen Ellean?
PAULA I found her here when I came down.
AUBREY She shes told you?
PAULA Yes, Aubrey.
AUBREY It's extraordinary, isn't it! Not that somebody should fall in love with Ellean or that Ellean herself should fall in love. All that's natural enough and was bound to happen, I suppose, sooner or later. But this young fellow! You know his history?
PAULA [startled] His history?
AUBREY You remember the papers were full of his name a few months ago?
PAULA Oh, yes.
AUBREY The man's as brave as a lion, there's no doubt about that; Tho, and, at the same time, he's like a big good-natured schoolboy, Mrs Cortelyon says. Have you ever pictured the kind of man Ellean would marry some day?
PAULA I can't say that I have.
AUBREY A grave, sedate fellow I've thought about- ah! She has fallen in love with the way in which Ardale practically laid down his life to save those poor people shut up in the Residency. (Taking out his coat) Well, I suppose if a man can do that sort of thing, one ought to be content. And yet (Throwing his coat on the settee) I should have met him tonight, but he'd gone out. Paula dear, tell me how you look upon this business.
PAULA Yes, I will I must. To begin with, I I've seen Mr Ardale.
AUBREY Captain Ardale?
P AU L A Captain Ardale.
AUBREY Seen him?
PAULA While you were away he came up here, through our grounds, to try to get a word with Ellean. I made her fetch him in and present him to me.
AusREY (frowning) Doesn't Captain Ardale know there's a lodge and a front door to this place? Never mind! What is your impression of him?
PAULA Aubrey, do you recollect my bringing you a letter--a letter giving you an account of myself to the Albany late one night the night before we got married?
AUBREY A letter?
PAIULA You burnt it; don't you know?
AUBREY Yes; I know.
PAI LA His name was in that letter.
AusREY (going back from her slowly, and staring at her) I don't understand.
PAULA Well Ardale and I once kept house together. (He remains silent, not moving) Why don't you strike me? Hit me in the face I'd rather you did! Hurt me! Hurt me!
AUBREY (after a pause) What did you and this man- say to each other just now?
PAULA The end of it all was that I--I told him I must inform you of what had happened. . . he didn't want me to do that. . . I declared that I would . . . he dared me to. (Breaking down) Let me alone! Oh!
AUBREY Where was my daughter while this went on?
PAULA I- I had sent her out of the room . . . that is all right.
AUBREY Yes, yes yes, yes.
He turns his head towards the door
PAULA Who's that?
A servant enters with a letter
SERVANT The coachman has just run up with this from The Warren, sir. (Aubrey takes the letter) It's for Mrs Tanqueray, sir; there's no answer.
The servant withdraws. Aubrey goes to Paula and drops the letter into her lap; she opens it with uncertain hands
PAULA (reading it to herself) It's from--him. He's going away--or gonc I think. (Rising in a weak way) What does it say? I never could make out his writing.
She gives the letter to Aubrey and stands near him, looking at the letter over his shoulder as he reads
AUBREY (reading) I shall be in Paris by tomorrow evening. Shall wait there, at Meurice's, for a week, ready to receive any communica- tion you or your husband may address to me. Please invent some explanation to Ellean. Mrs Tanqueray, for God's sake, do what you can for me.'
Paula and Aubrey speak in low voices, both still looking at the letter
PAULA Has he left The Warren, I wonder, already?
AUBREY That doesn't matter.
PAULA No, but I can picture him going quietly off. Very likely he's walking on to Bridgeford or Cottering tonight, to get the first train in the morning. A pleasant stroll for him.
AUBREY We'll reckon he's gone, that's enough.
PAULA That isn't to be answered in any way?
.AUBREY Silence will answer that.
PAULA He'll soon recover his spirits, I know.
AUBREY You know (Oftering her the letter) You don't want this, I suppose?
AUBREY It's done with - done with.
He tears the letter into small pieces. She has dropped the envelope; she searches for it, finds it, and gives it to him
AUBREY (looking at the remnants of the letter) This is no good; I must burn it.
PAULA Burn it in your room.
PAULA Put it in your pocket for now.
He does so. Ellean enters and they both turn, guiltily, and stare at her
ELLEAN (after a short silence, wonderingly) Papa
.AUBREY What do you want, Ellean?
ELLEAN I heard from Willis that you had come in; I only want to wish you good-night.
Paula steals Aubrey, without looking back
What's the matter? Ah! Of course, Paula has told you about Captain Ardale?
ELLEAN Have you and he met?
ELLEA~ You are angry with him; so was I. But tomorrow when he calls and expresses his regret tomorrow
AUBR E Y Ellean Ellean !
E L L E A N Yes, Papa?
AUBREY I I can't let you see this man again.
He walks away from her in a paroxysm of distress, then, after a moment or two, he returns to her and takes her to his arms
Ellean! My child!
ELLEAN (releasing herself) What has happened, Papa? What is it?
.AUBREY (thinking out his words deliberately) Something has occurred, something has come to my knowledge, in relation to Captain Ardale, which puts any further acquaintanceship between you two out of the question.
ELLEAN Any further acquaintanceship . . . out of the question?
[She sits.] He advances to her quickly, but she shrinks from him
ELLEAN No, no--I am quite well. (After a short pause) It's not an hour ago since Mrs Cortelyon left you and me together here; you had nothing to urge against Captain Ardale then.
ELLEAN You don't know each other; you haven't even seen him this evening. Father!
AUBREY I have told you he and I have not met.
ELLEAN Mrs Cortelyon couldn't have spoken against him to you just now. No, no, no; she's too good a friend to both of us. Aren't you going to give me some explanation? You can't take this position towards me--towards Captain Ardalc- without affording me the fullest explanation.
AUBREY Ellean, there are circumstances connected with Gptain Ardale's career which you had better remain ignorant of. It must be sufficient for you that I consider these circumstances render him unfit to be your husband.
AUBREY You must trust me, Ellean; you must try to understand the depth of my love for you and the the agony it gives me to hurt you. You must trust me.
ELLEAN I will, father; but you must trust me a little too. Circum- stances connected with Captain Ardale's career?
ELLEAN When he presents himself here tomorrow of course you will see him and let him defend himself?
AUBREY Captain Ardale will not be here tomorrow.
ELLEAN Not! You have stopped his coming here?
A U B R E Y Indirectly yes.
ELLEAN But just now he was talking to me at that window! Nothing had taken place then! And since then nothing can have ! Oh! Why you have heard something against him from Paula.
AUBREY From Paula!
ELLEAN She knows him.
AUBREY She has told you so?
ELLEAN When I introduced Captain Ardale to her she said she had met him in London. Of course! It is Paula who has done this!
AUBREY (in a hard voice) I I hope you you'll refrain from rushing at conclusions. There's nothing to be gained by trying to avoid the main point, which is that you must drive Captain Ardale out of your thoughts. Understand that! You're able to obtain comfort from your religion, aren't you? I'm glad to think that's so. I talk to you in a harsh way, Ellean, but I feel your pain almost as acutely as you do. (Going to the door) I I can't say anything more to you tonight. Father! (He pauses at the door) Father, I'm obliged to ask you this; there's no help for it I've no mother to go to. Does what you have heard about Captain Ardale concern the time when he led a wild, a dissolute life in London?
AUBREY (returning to her slowly and staring at her) Explain yourself!
ELLEAN He has been quite honest with me. One day--in Paris--he confessed to me- what a man's life is what his life had been.
AUBREY (under his breath) Oh!
ELLEAN He offered to go away, not to approach me again.
AUBREY And you you accepted his view of what a man's life is! ELLEAN As far as I could forgive him, I forgave him.
AUBREY (with a groan) Why, when was it you left us? It hasn't taken you long to get your robe 'just a little dusty at the hem'!
ELLEAN What do you mean?
AUBREY Hah! A few weeks ago my one great desire was to keep you ignorant of evil.
ELLEAN' Father, it is impossible to be ignorant of evil. Instinct, common instinct, teaches us what is good and bad. Surely I am none the worse for knowing what is wicked and detesting it!
AUBREY Detesting it! Why, you love this fellow!
ELLEAN Ah, you don't understand! I have simply judged Captain Ardale as we all pray to be judged. I have lived in imagination through that one week in India when he deliberately offered his life back to God to save those wretched, desperate people. In his whole career I see now nothing but that one week; those few hours bring him nearer the saints, I believe, than fifty uneventful years of mere blamelessness would have done! And so, father, if Paula has reported anything to Captain Ardale's discredit
ELLEAN It must be Paula; it can't be anybody else.
AUBREY You you'll please keep Paula out of the question. Finally, Ellean, understand mc I have made up my mind.
He again goes to the door
ELLEAN But wait listen! I have made up my mind also.
AUBREY Ah! I recognise your mother in you now!
ELLEAN You need not speak against my mother because you are angry with me! AUBREY I I~hardly know what I'm saying to you. In the morning in the morning
He goes out. She remains standing, and turns her head to listen. Then, after a moment's hesitation, she goes softly to the window, and looks out under the veranda
ELLEAN (in a whisper) Paula! Paula!
Paula appears outside the window and steps into the room; her face is white and drawn, her hair is a little disordered
PA ULA (huskily) Well?
ELLEAN Have you been listening?
ELLEAN Have you been under the veranda all the while listening?
ELLEAN You have overheard us--I see you have. And it is you who have been speaking to my father against Captain Ardale. Isn't it? Paula, why don't you own it or deny it?
PAULA Oh, I I don't mind owning it; why should I?
ELLEAN Ah! You seem to have been very very eager to tell your tale.
PAULA No, I wasn't eager, Ellean. I'd have given something not to have had to do it. I wasn't eager.
ELLEAN Not! Oh, I think you might safely have spared us all little while.
PAULA But, Ellean, you forget I I am your stepmother. It was my my duty to tell your father what I--what I knew
ELLEAN What you knew! Why, after all, what can you know! You can only speak from gossip, report, hearsay! How is it possible that you !
She stops abruptly. The two women stand staring at each other for a moment; then Ellean backs awav from Paula
PAULA What - what's the matter?
ELLEAN You -you knew Captain Ardale in London!
PAULA Why - what do you mean?
She makesfor the door, but Paula catches her by the arm
PAULA You shall tell me what you mean!
ELLEAN Ah! (Suddenly looking Paula down--) I mean- (Looking in Paulas face) You know what I mean.
PAULA You accuse me!
E LL E AN It's in your face!
PA ULA (hoarsely) You you think I'm that sort of creature, do you?
ELLEAN Let me go!
PAULA Answer me! You've always hated me! (Shaking her) Out with it!
E L L E A N You hurt me!
PAULA You've always hated me! You shall answer me!
ELLEAN Tell, then, I have always always--
ELLEAN I have always known what you were!
PAULA Ah! Who--who told you?
ELLEAN Nobody but yourself. From the first moment I saw you I knew vou were altogether unlike the good women I'd left; directlv I saw you I knew what my father had done. You've wondered why I've turned from you! There--that's the reason! Oh, but this is a horrible way for the truth to come home to everyone! Oh!
PAULA It's a lie! It's all a lie! (Forcing Ellean down upon her knees) You shall beg my pardon for it. (Ellean utters a loud shriek of terror) Ellean, I'm a good woman! I swear I am! I've always been a good woman! You dare to say I've ever been anything else! It's a lie! ( Throwing her down violently)
Paula staggers back as Aubrey advances
(Raising Ellean) What's this? What's this?
ELLEAN (faintly) Nothing. It's my fault. Father, I I don't wish to see Captain Ardale again.
She goes out, Aubrey slowly following her to the door
P AU L A Aubrey, she guesses.
A UB R E Y Guesses?
P AUL A About me and Ardale.
.AUBREY About you--and Ardale? PAULA She says she suspected my character from the beginning. . . that's why she's always kept me at a distance . . . and now, she sees through
She falters; he helps her to the ottoman, where she sits
AUBREY (bending over her) Paula, you must have said something admitted something
PAULA I don't think so. It--it's in my face.
PAULA She tells me so. She's right! I'm tainted through and through; anybody can see it, anybody can find it out. You said much the same to me tonight.
AUBREY [partly to himself as if dazed] If she has got this idea into her head we must drive it out, that's all. We must take steps to--What shall we do? We had better better- sitting and staring before him) What was that?
PAULA Shes a regular woman too. She could forgive him easily enough but me! That man-
AUBREY What can we do?
PAULA Why, nothing! She'd have no difficulty in following up her suspicions. Suspicions! You should have seen how she looked at me!
He buries his head in his hands. There is silence for a time, then she rises calmly and goes to sit with him. Aubrey-
PAULA Would you like to keep her with you and--and leave me?
place . . . what a fool I was to come h-ore PAULA You lived here with your first wife!
AUBREY We'll get out of this place and go abroad again, and begin afresh
PAULA Begin afresh?
AUBREY There's no reason why the future shouldn't be happy for us no reason that I can see
P A UL A Aubrey!
PAULA You'll never forget this, you know.
AU BREY This?
PAULA Tonight, and everything that's led up to it. Our coming here, Ellean, our quarrels--cat and dog! Mrs Cortelyon, the Orreyeds, this man! What an everlasting nightmare for you!
AUBREY Oh, we can forget it, if we choose.
PAULA That was always your cry. How can one do it?
AUBREY We'll make our calculations solely for the future, talk about the future, think about the future.
PAULA I believe the future is only the past again, entered through another gate.
AUBREY Thats an awful belief.
PAULA Tonight proves it. You must see now that, do what we will, go where we will, you'll be continually reminded of what I was.
I see it.
AUBREY You're frightened tonight; meeting this man has frightened you. But that sort of thing isn't likely to recur. The world isn't quite so small as all that.
PAULA Isn't it! The only great distances it contains are those we carry within ourselves--the distances that separate husbands and wives, for instance. And so it'll be with us. You'll do your best--oh, I know that you're a good fellow. But circumstances will be too strong for you in the end, mark my words.
PAULA Of course I'm pretty now--I'm pretty still--and a pretty woman, whatever else she may be, is always well, endurable. But even now I notice that the lines of my face are getting deeper; so are the hollows about my eyes. Yes, my face is covered with little shadows that usen't to be there. Oh, I know I'm 'going off'. I hate paint and dye and those messes, but, by and by, I shall drift the way of the others; I shan't be able to help myself. And then, some day perhaps very suddenly, under a queer, fantastic light at night or in the glare of the morning that horrid, irresistible truth that physical repulsion forces on men and women will come to you, and you'll sicken at me.
PAULA You'll see me then, at last, with other people's eyes; you'll see me just as your daughter does now, as all wholesome folks see women like me. And I shall have no weapon to fight with not one serviceable little bit of prettiness left me to defend myself with! A worn-out creature broken up, very likely, some time before I 4~o ought to be my hair bright, my eyes dull, my body too thin or too stout, my cheeks raddled and ruddled a ghost, a wreck, a caricature, a candle that gutters, call such an end what you like! Oh, Aubrey, what shall I be able to say to you then? And this is the future you talk about! I know it I know it! (He is still sitting staring forward; she rocks herself to and fro as if in a daze) oh A Oh! Oh!
AUBREY (trying to comfort her) Paula-
PAULA (resting her. head upon his shoulder) Oh, and I wanted so much to sleep tonight!
From the distance, in the garden, there comes the sound of Drummle's voice; he is singing as he approaches the house (Starting up) That's Cayley, coming back from The Warren. He doesn't know, evidently. I I won't see him!
She goes out quickly. Drummle s voice comes nearer. Aubrey rouses himself and snatches up a book from the table, making a pretence of reading. After a moment or two, Drummle appears at the window and looks in
DRUMMLE Aha! My dear chap!
A UB R E Y Cayley?
DRUMMLE (coming into the room) I went down to The Warren after you.
DRUMMLE Missed you. Well? I've been gossiping with Mrs Corte- lyon. Confound you, I've heard the news!
AUBREY What have you heard?
DRUMMLE What have I heard! Why Ellean and young Ardale!
(Looking at Aubrey keenly) My dear Aubrey! Alice is under the impression that you are inclined to look on the affair favour- ably.
AUBREY (rising and advancing to Drummle) You've not met Captain Ardale?
DRUMMLE No. Why do you ask? By the bye~ I don't know that I need tell you but it's rather strange. He's not at The Warren tonight.
DRUMMLE He left the house half an hour ago, to stroll about the lanes; just now a note came from him, a scribble in pencil, simply telling Alice that she would receive a letter from him tomorrow. what's the matter? There's nothing very wrong, is there! My dear chap, pray forgive me if I'm asking too much.
AUBREY Cayley, you you urged me to send her away!
DRUMMLE Ellean! Yes, yes. But but--by all accounts this is quite an eligible young fellow. Alice has been giving me the history
AUBREY Curse him! (Hurling his book to the floor) Curse him! Yes, I do curse him him and his class! Perhaps I curse myself too in doing it. He has only led 'a man's life' just as I, how many of us, have done! The misery he has brought on me and mine, it's likely enough we, in our time, have helped to bring on others by this leading 'a man's life'! But I do curse him for all that. Holy God, nothing more to fear Ive paid my fine! And so I can curse him in safety. Curse him! Curse him!
DRUMMLE In Heaven's name, tell me what's happened?
.ABREY (gripping Drummles arm) Paula! Paula!
.AUBREY They met tonight here. They they--they're not strangers to each other.
D R UMM L E Aubrey !
AUBREY Curse him! My poor, wretched wife! My poor, wretched wife!
The Window opens and Ellean appears. The two men turn to her. There is a moment's silence
ELLEAN Father . . . father. . .!
ELLEAN Its Paula
He goes to her
Father. . . go to Paula! (He looks into her face, startled) Quickly-- Quickly!
He passes her to go out, she seizes his arm, with a cry no, no; don't go!
He shakes her off and goes. Ellean staggers back towards Drummle. DRUMMLE (to Ellean) What do you mean? What do you mean?
ELLEAN I I went to her room to tell her I was sorry for something I had said to her. And I was sorry I was sorry. I heard the fall.
I I've seen her. It's horrible!
DRUMMLE She--she has ELLEAN Killed herself? Yes yes. So everybody will say. But I know -- I helped to kill her. If I'd only been merciful!
[She faints upon the ottoman. He pauses for a moment irresolutely--then he does to the door, opens it, and stands looking out.]