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GILBEY. | What! | | | together | | MRS GILBEY. | Juggins! |JUGGINS. Excuse me, sir: the bell. [He goes out]. GILBEY. [overwhelmed] Maria: did you understand him to say his brother was a duke? MRS GILBEY. Fancy his condescending! Perhaps if youd offer to raise his wages and treat him as one of the family, he'd stay. GILBEY. And have my own servant above me! Not me. Whats the world coming to? Heres Bobby and— JUGGINS. [entering and announcing] Mr and Mrs Knox. The Knoxes come in. Juggins takes two chairs from the wall and places them at the table, between the host and hostess. Then he withdraws. MRS GILBEY. [to Mrs Knox] How are you, dear? MRS KNOX. Nicely, thank you. Good evening, Mr Gilbey. [They shake hands; and she takes the chair nearest Mrs Gilbey. Mr Knox takes the other chair]. GILBEY. [sitting down] I was just saying, Knox, What is the world coming to? KNOX. [appealing to his wife] What was I saying myself only this morning? MRS KNOX. This is a strange time. I was never one to talk about the end of the world; but look at the things that have happened! KNOX. Earthquakes! GILBEY. San Francisco! MRS GILBEY. Jamaica! KNOX. Martinique! GILBEY. Messina! MRS GILBEY. The plague in China! MRS KNOX. The floods in France! GILBEY. My Bobby in Wormwood Scrubbs! KNOX. Margaret in Holloway! GILBEY. And now my footman tells me his brother's a duke!
KNOX. | No! | MRS KNOX. | Whats that?GILBEY. Just before he let you in. A duke! Here has everything been respectable from the beginning of the world, as you may say, to the present day; and all of a sudden everything is turned upside down. MRS KNOX. It's like in the book of Revelations. But I do say that unless people have happiness within themselves, all the earthquakes, all the floods, and all the prisons in the world cant make them really happy. KNOX. It isnt alone the curious things that are happening, but the unnatural way people are taking them. Why, theres Margaret been in prison, and she hasnt time to go to all the invitations shes had from people that never asked her before. GILBEY. I never knew we could live without being respectable. MRS GILBEY. Oh, Rob, what a thing to say! Who says we're not respectable? GILBEY. Well, it's not what I call respectable to have your children in and out of gaol. KNOX. Oh come, Gilbey! we're not tramps because weve had, as it were, an accident. GILBEY. It's no use, Knox: look it in the face. Did I ever tell you my father drank? KNOX. No. But I knew it. Simmons told me. GILBEY. Yes: he never could keep his mouth quiet: he told me your aunt was a kleptomaniac. MRS KNOX. It wasnt true, Mr Gilbey. She used to pick up handkerchiefs if she saw them lying about; but you might trust her with untold silver. GILBEY. My Uncle Phil was a teetotaller. My father used to say to me: Rob, he says, dont you ever have a weakness. If you find one getting a hold on you, make a merit of it, he says. Your Uncle Phil doesnt like spirits; and he makes a merit of it, and is chairman of the Blue Ribbon Committee. I do like spirits; and I make a merit of it, and I'm the King Cockatoo of the Convivial Cockatoos. Never put yourself in the wrong, he says. I used to boast about what a good boy Bobby was. Now I swank about what a dog he is; and it pleases people just as well. What a world it is! KNOX. It turned my blood cold at first to hear Margaret telling people about Holloway; but it goes down better than her singing used to. MRS KNOX. I never thought she sang right after all those lessons we paid for. GILBEY. Lord, Knox, it was lucky you and me got let in together. I tell you straight, if it hadnt been for Bobby's disgrace, I'd have broke up the firm. KNOX. I shouldnt have blamed you: I'd have done the same only for Margaret. Too much straightlacedness narrows a man's mind. Talking of that, what about those hygienic corset advertisements that Vines & Jackson want us to put in the window? I told Vines they werent decent and we couldnt shew them in our shop. I was pretty high with him. But what am I to say to him now if he comes and throws this business in our teeth? GILBEY. Oh, put em in. We may as well go it a bit now. MRS GILBEY. Youve been going it quite far enough, Rob. [To Mrs Knox] He wont get up in the mornings now: he that was always out of bed at seven to the tick! MRS KNOX. You hear that, Jo? [To Mrs Gilbey] Hes taken to whisky and soda. A pint a week! And the beer the same as before! KNOX. Oh, dont preach, old girl. MRS KNOX. [To Mrs Gilbey] Thats a new name hes got for me. [to Knox] I tell you, Jo, this doesnt sit well on you. You may call it preaching if you like; but it's the truth for all that. I say that if youve happiness within yourself, you dont need to seek it outside, spending money on drink and theatres and bad company, and being miserable after all. You can sit at home and be happy; and you can work and be happy. If you have that in you, the spirit will set you free to do what you want and guide you to do right. But if you havent got it, then youd best be respectable and stick to the ways that are marked out for you; for youve nothing else to keep you straight. KNOX. [angrily] And is a man never to have a bit of fun? See whats come of it with your daughter! She was to be content with your happiness that youre always talking about; and how did the spirit guide her? To a month's hard for being drunk and assaulting the police. Did Iever assault the police? MRS KNOX. You wouldnt have the courage. I dont blame the girl.
MRS GILBEY. | Oh, Maria! What are you saying? | GILBEY. | What! And you so pious!MRS KNOX. She went where the spirit guided her. And what harm there was in it she knew nothing about. GILBEY. Oh, come, Mrs Knox! Girls are not so innocent as all that. MRS KNOX. I dont say she was ignorant. But I do say that she didnt know what we know: I mean the way certain temptations get a sudden hold that no goodness nor self-control is any use against. She was saved from that, and had a rough lesson too; and I say it was no earthly protection that did that. But dont think, you two men, that youll be protected if you make what she did an excuse to go and do as youd like to do if it wasnt for fear of losing your characters. The spirit wont guide you, because it isnt in you; and it never had been: not in either of you. GILBEY. [with ironic humility] I'm sure I'm obliged to you for your good opinion, Mrs Knox. MRS KNOX. Well, I will say for you, Mr Gilbey, that youre better than my man here. Hes a bitter hard heathen, is my Jo, God help me! [She begins to cry quietly]. KNOX. Now, dont take on like that, Amelia. You know I always give in to you that you were right about religion. But one of us had to think of other things, or we'd have starved, we and the child. MRS KNOX. How do you know youd have starved? All the other things might have been added unto you. GILBEY. Come, Mrs Knox, dont tell me Knox is a sinner. I know better. I'm sure youd be the first to be sorry if anything was to happen to him. KNOX. [bitterly to his wife] Youve always had some grudge against me; and nobody but yourself can understand what it is. MRS KNOX. I wanted a man who had that happiness within himself. You made me think you had it; but it was nothing but being in love with me. MRS GILBEY. And do you blame him for that? MRS KNOX. I blame nobody. But let him not think he can walk by his own light. I tell him that if he gives up being respectable he'll go right down to the bottom of the hill. He has no powers inside himself to keep him steady; so let him cling to the powers outside him. KNOX. [rising angrily] Who wants to give up being respectable? All this for a pint of whisky that lasted a week! How long would it have lasted Simmons, I wonder? MRS KNOX. [gently] Oh, well, say no more, Jo. I wont plague you about it. [He sits down]. You never did understand; and you never will. Hardly anybody understands: even Margaret didnt til she went to prison. She does now; and I shall have a companion in the house after all these lonely years. KNOX. [beginning to cry] I did all I could to make you happy. I never said a harsh word to you. GILBEY. [rising indignantly] What right have you to treat a man like that? an honest respectable husband? as if he were dirt under your feet? KNOX. Let her alone, Gilbey. [Gilbey sits down, but mutinously]. MRS KNOX. Well, you gave me all you could, Jo; and if it wasnt what I wanted, that wasnt your fault. But I'd rather have you as you were than since you took to whisky and soda. KNOX. I dont want any whisky and soda. I'll take the pledge if you like. MRS KNOX. No: you shall have your beer because you like it. The whisky was only brag. And if you and me are to remain friends, Mr Gilbey, youll get up to-morrow morning at seven. GILBEY. [defiantly] Damme if I will! There! MRS KNOX. [with gentle pity] How do you know, Mr Gilbey, what youll do to-morrow morning? GILBEY. Why shouldnt I know? Are we children not to be let do what we like, and our own sons and daughters kicking their heels all over the place? [To Knox] I was never one to interfere between man and wife, Knox; but if Maria started ordering me about like that— MRS GILBEY. Now dont be naughty, Rob. You know you mustnt set yourself up against religion? GILBEY. Whos setting himself up against religion? MRS KNOX. It doesnt matter whether you set yourself up against it or not, Mr. Gilbey. If it sets itself up against you, youll have to go the appointed way: it's no use quarrelling about it with me that am as great a sinner as yourself. GILBEY. Oh, indeed! And who told you I was a sinner? MRS GILBEY. Now, Rob, you know we are all sinners. What else is religion? GILBEY. I say nothing against religion. I suppose were all sinners, in a manner of speaking; but I dont like to have it thrown at me as if I'd really done anything. MRS GILBEY. Mrs Knox is speaking for your good, Rob. GILBEY. Well, I dont like to be spoken to for my good. Would anybody like it? MRS KNOX. Dont take offence where none is meant, Mr Gilbey. Talk about something else. No good ever comes of arguing about such things among the like of us. KNOX. The like of us! Are you throwing it in our teeth that your people were in the wholesale and thought Knox and Gilbey wasnt good enough for you? MRS KNOX. No, Jo: you know I'm not. What better were my people than yours, for all their pride? But Ive noticed it all my life: we're ignorant. We dont really know whats right and whats wrong. We're all right as long as things go on the way they always did. We bring our children up just as we were brought up; and we go to church or chapel just as our parents did; and we say what everybody says; and it goes on all right until something out of the way happens: theres a family quarrel, or one of the children goes wrong, or a father takes to drink, or an aunt goes mad, or one of us finds ourselves doing something we never thought we'd want to do. And then you know what happens: complaints and quarrels and huff and offence and bad language and bad temper and regular bewilderment as if Satan possessed us all. We find out then that with all our respectability and piety, weve no real religion and no way of telling right from wrong. Weve nothing but our habits; and when theyre upset, where are we? Just like Peter in the storm trying to walk on the water and finding he couldnt. MRS GILBEY. [piously] Aye! He found out, didnt he? GILBEY. [reverently] I never denied that youve a great intellect, Mrs Knox— MRS KNOX. Oh get along with you, Gilbey, if you begin talking about my intellect. Give us some tea, Maria. Ive said my say; and Im sure I beg the company's pardon for being so long about it, and so disagreeable. MRS GILBEY. Ring, Rob. [Gilbey rings]. Stop. Juggins will think we're ringing for him. GILBEY. [appalled] It's too late. I rang before I thought of it. MRS GILBEY. Step down and apologize, Rob. KNOX. Is it him that you said was brother to a— Juggins comes in with the tea-tray. All rise. He takes the tray to Mrs. Gilbey. GILBEY. I didnt mean to ask you to do this, Mr Juggins. I wasnt thinking when I rang. MRS GILBEY. [trying to take the tray from him] Let me, Juggins. JUGGINS. Please sit down, madam. Allow me to discharge my duties just as usual, sir. I assure you that is the correct thing. [They sit down, ill at ease, whilst he places the tray on the table. He then goes out for the curate]. KNOX. [lowering his voice] Is this all right, Gilbey? Anybody may be the son of a duke, you know. Is he legitimate? GILBEY. Good lord! I never thought of that. Juggins returns with the cakes. They regard him with suspicion. GILBEY. [whispering to Knox] You ask him. KNOX. [to Juggins] Just a word with you, my man. Was your mother married to your father? JUGGINS. I believe so, sir. I cant say from personal knowledge. It was before my time. GILBEY. Well, but look here you know—[he hesitates]. JUGGINS. Yes, sir? KNOX. I know whatll clinch it, Gilbey. You leave it to me. [To Juggins] Was your mother the duchess? JUGGINS. Yes, sir. Quite correct, sir, I assure you. [To Mrs Gilbey] That is the milk, madam. [She has mistaken the jugs]. This is the water. They stare at him in pitiable embarrassment. MRS KNOX. What did I tell you? Heres something out of the common happening with a servant; and we none of us know how to behave. JUGGINS. It's quite simple, madam. I'm a footman, and should be treated as a footman. [He proceeds calmly with his duties, handing round cups of tea as Mrs Knox fills them]. Shrieks of laughter from below stairs reach the ears of the company. MRS GILBEY. Whats that noise? Is Master Bobby at home? I heard his laugh. MRS KNOX. I'm sure I heard Margaret's. GILBEY. Not a bit of it. It was that woman. JUGGINS. I can explain, sir. I must ask you to excuse the liberty; but I'm entertaining a small party to tea in my pantry. MRS GILBEY. But youre not entertaining Master Bobby? JUGGINS. Yes, madam. GILBEY. Who's with him? JUGGINS. Miss Knox, sir. GILBEY. Miss Knox! Are you sure? Is there anyone else? JUGGINS. Only a French marine officer, sir, and—er—Miss Delaney. [He places Gilbey's tea on the table before him]. The lady that called about Master Bobby, sir. KNOX. Do you mean to say theyre having a party all to themselves downstairs, and we having a party up here and knowing nothing about it? JUGGINS. Yes, sir. I have to do a good deal of entertaining in the pantry for Master Bobby, sir. GILBEY. Well, this is a nice state of things! KNOX. Whats the meaning of it? What do they do it for? JUGGINS. To enjoy themselves, sir, I should think. MRS GILBEY. Enjoy themselves! Did ever anybody hear of such a thing? GILBEY. Knox's daughter shewn into my pantry! KNOX. Margaret mixing with a Frenchman and a footman— [Suddenly realizing that the footman is offering him cake.] She doesnt know about—about His Grace, you know. MRS GILBEY. Perhaps she does. Does she, Mr Juggins? JUGGINS. The other lady suspects me, madam. They call me Rudolph, or the Long Lost Heir. MRS GILBEY. It's a much nicer name than Juggins. I think I'll call you by it, if you dont mind. JUGGINS. Not at all, madam. Roars of merriment from below. GILBEY. Go and tell them to stop laughing. What right have they to make a noise like that? JUGGINS. I asked them not to laugh so loudly, sir. But the French gentleman always sets them off again. KNOX. Do you mean to tell me that my daughter laughs at a Frenchman's jokes? GILBEY. We all know what French jokes are. JUGGINS. Believe me: you do not, sir. The noise this afternoon has all been because the Frenchman said that the cat had whooping cough. MRS GILBEY. [laughing heartily] Well, I never! GILBEY. Dont be a fool, Maria. Look here, Knox: we cant let this go on. People cant be allowed to behave like this. KNOX. Just what I say. A concertina adds its music to the revelry. MRS GILBEY. [excited] Thats the squiffer. Hes bought it for her. GILBEY. Well, of all the scandalous— [Redoubled laughter from below]. KNOX. I'll put a stop to this. [He goes out to the landing and shouts] Margaret! [Sudden dead silence]. Margaret, I say! MARGARET'S VOICE. Yes, father. Shall we all come up? We're dying to. KNOX. Come up and be ashamed of yourselves, behaving like wild Indians. DORA'S VOICE [screaming] Oh! oh! oh! Dont Bobby. Now—oh! [In headlong flight she dashes into and right across the room, breathless, and slightly abashed by the company]. I beg your pardon, Mrs Gilbey, for coming in like that; but whenever I go upstairs in front of Bobby, he pretends it's a cat biting my ankles; and I just must scream. Bobby and Margaret enter rather more shyly, but evidently in high spirits. Bobby places himself near his father, on the hearthrug, and presently slips down into the arm-chair. MARGARET. How do you do, Mrs. Gilbey? [She posts herself behind her mother]. Duvallet comes in behaving himself perfectly. Knox follows. MARGARET. Oh—let me introduce. My friend Lieutenant Duvallet. Mrs Gilbey. Mr Gilbey. [Duvallet bows and sits down on Mr Knox's left, Juggins placing a chair for him]. DORA. Now, Bobby: introduce me: theres a dear. BOBBY. [a little nervous about it; but trying to keep up his spirits] Miss Delaney: Mr and Mrs Knox. [Knox, as he resumes his seat, acknowledges the introduction suspiciously. Mrs Knox bows gravely, looking keenly at Dora and taking her measure without prejudice]. DORA. Pleased to meet you. [Juggins places the baby rocking-chair for her on Mrs Gilbey's right, opposite Mrs Knox]. Thank you. [She sits and turns to Mrs Gilbey] Bobby's given me the squiffer. [To the company generally] Do you know what theyve been doing downstairs? [She goes off into ecstasies of mirth]. Youd never guess. Theyve been trying to teach me table manners. The Lieutenant and Rudolph say I'm a regular pig. I'm sure I never knew there was anything wrong with me. But live and learn [to Gilbey] eh, old dear? JUGGINS. Old dear is not correct, Miss Delaney. [He retires to the end of the sideboard nearest the door]. DORA. Oh get out! I must call a man something. He doesnt mind: do you, Charlie? MRS GILBEY. His name isnt Charlie. DORA. Excuse me. I call everybody Charlie. JUGGINS. You mustnt. DORA. Oh, if I were to mind you, I should have to hold my tongue altogether; and then how sorry youd be! Lord, how I do run on! Dont mind me, Mrs Gilbey. KNOX. What I want to know is, whats to be the end of this? It's not for me to interfere between you and your son, Gilbey: he knows his own intentions best, no doubt, and perhaps has told them to you. But Ive my daughter to look after; and it's my duty as a parent to have a clear understanding about her. No good is ever done by beating about the bush. I ask Lieutenant—well, I dont speak French; and I cant pronounce the name— MARGARET. Mr Duvallet, father. KNOX. I ask Mr Doovalley what his intentions are. MARGARET. Oh father: how can you? DUVALLET. I'm afraid my knowledge of English is not enough to understand. Intentions? How? MARGARET. He wants to know will you marry me.
MRS GILBEY. | What a thing to say! | KNOX. | Silence, miss. | DORA. | Well, thats straight, aint it?DUVALLET. But I am married already. I have two daughters. KNOX. [rising, virtuously indignant] You sit there after carrying on with my daughter, and tell me coolly youre married. MARGARET. Papa: you really must not tell people that they sit there. [He sits down again sulkily]. DUVALLET. Pardon. Carrying on? What does that mean? MARGARET. It means— KNOX. [violently] Hold your tongue, you shameless young hussy. Dont you dare say what it means. DUVALLET. [shrugging his shoulders] What does it mean, Rudolph? MRS KNOX. If it's not proper for her to say, it's not proper for a man to say, either. Mr Doovalley: youre a married man with daughters. Would you let them go about with a stranger, as you are to us, without wanting to know whether he intended to behave honorably? DUVALLET. Ah, madam, my daughters are French girls. That is very different. It would not be correct for a French girl to go about alone and speak to men as English and American girls do. That is why I so immensely admire the English people. You are so free—so unprejudiced—your women are so brave and frank—their minds are so—how do you say?—wholesome. I intend to have my daughters educated in England. Nowhere else in the world but in England could I have met at a Variety Theatre a charming young lady of perfect respectability, and enjoyed a dance with her at a public dancing saloon. And where else are women trained to box and knock out the teeth of policemen as a protest against injustice and violence? [Rising, with immense elan] Your daughter, madam, is superb. Your country is a model to the rest of Europe. If you were a Frenchman, stifled with prudery, hypocrisy and the tyranny of the family and the home, you would understand how an enlightened Frenchman admires and envies your freedom, your broadmindedness, and the fact that home life can hardly be said to exist in England. You have made an end of the despotism of the parent; the family council is unknown to you; everywhere in these islands one can enjoy the exhilarating, the soul-liberating spectacle of men quarrelling with their brothers, defying their fathers, refusing to speak to their mothers. In France we are not men: we are only sons—grown-up children. Here one is a human being—an end in himself. Oh, Mrs Knox, if only your military genius were equal to your moral genius—if that conquest of Europe by France which inaugurated the new age after the Revolution had only been an English conquest, how much more enlightened the world would have been now! We, alas, can only fight. France is unconquerable. We impose our narrow ideas, our prejudices, our obsolete institutions, our insufferable pedantry on the world by brute force—by that stupid quality of military heroism which shews how little we have evolved from the savage: nay, from the beast. We can charge like bulls; we can spring on our foes like gamecocks; when we are overpowered by reason, we can die fighting like rats. And we are foolish enough to be proud of it! Why should we be? Does the bull progress? Can you civilize the gamecock? Is there any future for the rat? We cant even fight intelligently: when we lose battles, it is because we have not sense enough to know when we are beaten. At Waterloo, had we known when we were beaten, we should have retreated; tried another plan; and won the battle. But no: we were too pigheaded to admit that there is anything impossible to a Frenchman: we were quite satisfied when our Marshals had six horses shot under them, and our stupid old grognards died fighting rather than surrender like reasonable beings. Think of your great Wellington: think of his inspiring words, when the lady asked him whether British soldiers ever ran away. "All soldiers run away, madam," he said; "but if there are supports for them to fall back on it does not matter." Think of your illustrious Nelson, always beaten on land, always victorious at sea, where his men could not run away. You are not dazzled and misled by false ideals of patriotic enthusiasm: your honest and sensible statesmen demand for England a two-power standard, even a three-power standard, frankly admitting that it is wise to fight three to one: whilst we, fools and braggarts as we are, declare that every Frenchman is a host in himself, and that when one Frenchman attacks three Englishmen he is guilty of an act of cowardice comparable to that of the man who strikes a woman. It is folly: it is nonsense: a Frenchman is not really stronger than a German, than an Italian, even than an Englishman. Sir: if all Frenchwomen were like your daughter—if all Frenchmen had the good sense, the power of seeing things as they really are, the calm judgment, the open mind, the philosophic grasp, the foresight and true courage, which are so natural to you as an Englishman that you are hardly conscious of possessing them, France would become the greatest nation in the world. MARGARET. Three cheers for old England! [She shakes hands with him warmly]. BOBBY. Hurra-a-ay! And so say all of us. Duvallet, having responded to Margaret's handshake with enthusiasm, kisses Juggins on both cheeks, and sinks into his chair, wiping his perspiring brow. GILBEY. Well, this sort of talk is above me. Can you make anything out of it, Knox? KNOX. The long and short of it seems to be that he cant lawfully marry my daughter, as he ought after going to prison with her. DORA. I'm ready to marry Bobby, if that will be any satisfaction. GILBEY. No you dont. Not if I know it. MRS KNOX. He ought to, Mr Gilbey. GILBEY. Well, if thats your religion, Amelia Knox, I want no more of it. Would you invite them to your house if he married her? MRS KNOX. He ought to marry her whether or no. BOBBY. I feel I ought to, Mrs Knox. GILBEY. Hold your tongue. Mind your own business. BOBBY. [wildly] If I'm not let marry her, I'll do something downright disgraceful. I'll enlist as a soldier. JUGGINS. That is not a disgrace, sir. BOBBY. Not for you, perhaps. But youre only a footman. I'm a gentleman. MRS GILBEY. Dont dare to speak disrespectfully to Mr Rudolph, Bobby. For shame! JUGGINS. [coming forward to the middle of the table] It is not gentlemanly to regard the service of your country as disgraceful. It is gentlemanly to marry the lady you make love to. GILBEY. [aghast] My boy is to marry this woman and be a social outcast! JUGGINS. Your boy and Miss Delaney will be inexorably condemned by respectable society to spend the rest of their days in precisely the sort of company they seem to like best and be most at home in. KNOX. And my daughter? Whos to marry my daughter? JUGGINS. Your daughter, sir, will probably marry whoever she makes up her mind to marry. She is a lady of very determined character. KNOX. Yes: if he'd have her with her character gone. But who would? Youre the brother of a duke. Would—
BOBBY. | Whats that? | MARGARET. | Juggins a duke? | DUVALLET. | Comment! | DORA. | What did I tell you?KNOX. Yes: the brother of a duke: thats what he is. [To Juggins] Well, would you marry her? JUGGINS. I was about to propose that solution of your problem, Mr Knox.
MRS GILBEY. | Well I never! | KNOX. | D'ye mean it? | MRS KNOX. | Marry Margaret!JUGGINS. [continuing] As an idle younger son, unable to support myself, or even to remain in the Guards in competition with the grandsons of American millionaires, I could not have aspired to Miss Knox's hand. But as a sober, honest, and industrious domestic servant, who has, I trust, given satisfaction to his employer [he bows to Mr Gilbey] I feel I am a man with a character. It is for Miss Knox to decide. MARGARET. I got into a frightful row once for admiring you, Rudolph. JUGGINS. I should have got into an equally frightful row myself, Miss, had I betrayed my admiration for you. I looked forward to those weekly dinners. MRS KNOX. But why did a gentleman like you stoop to be a footman? DORA. He stooped to conquer. MARGARET. Shut up, Dora: I want to hear. JUGGINS. I will explain; but only Mrs Knox will understand. I once insulted a servant—rashly; for he was a sincere Christian. He rebuked me for trifling with a girl of his own class. I told him to remember what he was, and to whom he was speaking. He said God would remember. I discharged him on the spot. GILBEY. Very properly. KNOX. What right had he to mention such a thing to you? MRS GILBEY. What are servants coming to? MRS KNOX. Did it come true, what he said? JUGGINS. It stuck like a poisoned arrow. It rankled for months. Then I gave in. I apprenticed myself to an old butler of ours who kept a hotel. He taught me my present business, and got me a place as footman with Mr Gilbey. If ever I meet that man again I shall be able to look him in the face. MRS KNOX. Margaret: it's not on account of the duke: dukes are vanities. But take my advice and take him. MARGARET. [slipping her arm through his] I have loved Juggins since the first day I beheld him. I felt instinctively he had been in the Guards. May he walk out with me, Mr Gilbey? KNOX. Dont be vulgar, girl. Remember your new position. [To Juggins] I suppose youre serious about this, Mr—Mr Rudolph? JUGGINS. I propose, with your permission, to begin keeping company this afternoon, if Mrs Gilbey can spare me. GILBEY. [in a gust of envy, to Bobby] Itll be long enough before youll marry the sister of a duke, you young good-for-nothing. DORA. Dont fret, old dear. Rudolph will teach me high-class manners. I call it quite a happy ending: dont you, lieutenant? DUVALLET. In France it would be impossible. But here—ah! [kissing his hand] la belle Angleterre!
TROTTER. | No, please, we dont. | | | VAUGHAN. | Shut your head, Bannal. | [yelling] | | GUNN. | Oh, do drop it. |The deafened Count puts his fingers in his ears and flies from the centre of the group to its outskirts, behind Vaughan. BANNAL. [sulkily] Oh, very well. Sorry I spoke, I'm sure.
TROTTER. | Shaw— | | | [beginning again VAUGHAN. | Shaw— | simultaneously] | | GUNN. | Shaw— |They are cut short by the entry of Fanny through the curtains. She is almost in tears. FANNY. [coming between Trotter and Gunn] I'm so sorry, gentlemen. And it was such a success when I read it to the Cambridge Fabian Society! TROTTER. Miss O'Dowda: I was about to tell these gentlemen what I guessed before the curtain rose: that you are the author of the play. [General amazement and consternation]. FANNY. And you all think it beastly. You hate it. You think I'm a conceited idiot, and that I shall never be able to write anything decent. She is almost weeping. A wave of sympathy carries away the critics. VAUGHAN. No, no. Why, I was just saying that it must have been written by Pinero. Didnt I, Gunn? FANNY. [enormously flattered] Really? TROTTER. I thought Pinero was much too popular for the Cambridge Fabian Society. FANNY. Oh yes, of course; but still—Oh, did you really say that, Mr Vaughan? GUNN. I owe you an apology, Miss O'Dowda. I said it was by Barker. FANNY. [radiant] Granville Barker! Oh, you couldnt really have thought it so fine as that. BANNAL. Isaid Bernard Shaw. FANNY. Oh, of course it would be a little like Bernard Shaw. The Fabian touch, you know. BANNAL. [coming to her encouragingly] A jolly good little play, Miss O'Dowda. Mind: I dont say it's like one of Shakespear's—Hamlet or The Lady of Lyons, you know—but still, a firstrate little bit of work. [He shakes her hand]. GUNN. [following Bannal's example] I also, Miss O'Dowda. Capital. Charming. [He shakes hands]. VAUGHAN [with maudlin solemnity] Only be true to yourself, Miss O'Dowda. Keep serious. Give up making silly jokes. Sustain the note of passion. And youll do great things. FANNY. You think I have a future? TROTTER. You have a past, Miss O'Dowda. FANNY. [looking apprehensively at her father] Sh-sh-sh! THE COUNT. A past! What do you mean, Mr Trotter? TROTTER. [to Fanny] You cant deceive me. That bit about the police was real. Youre a Suffraget, Miss O'Dowda. You were on that Deputation. THE COUNT. Fanny: is this true? FANNY. It is. I did a month with Lady Constance Lytton; and I'm prouder of it than I ever was of anything or ever shall be again. TROTTER. Is that any reason why you should stuff naughty plays down my throat? FANNY. Yes: itll teach you what it feels like to be forcibly fed. THE COUNT. She will never return to Venice. I feel now as I felt when the Campanile fell. Savoyard comes in through the curtains. SAVOYARD. [to the Count] Would you mind coming to say a word of congratulation to the company? Theyre rather upset at having had no curtain call. THE COUNT. Certainly, certainly. I'm afraid Ive been rather remiss. Let us go on the stage, gentlemen. The curtains are drawn, revealing the last scene of the play and the actors on the stage. The Count, Savoyard, the critics, and Fanny join them, shaking hands and congratulating. THE COUNT. Whatever we may think of the play, gentlemen, I'm sure you will agree with me that there can be only one opinion about the acting. THE CRITICS. Hear, hear! [They start the applause]. AYOT ST. LAWRENCE, March 1911.
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