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                            _LANDED GENTRY_

                       _PLAYS BY W. S. MAUGHAM_

                       Uniform with this volume

                            _JACK STRAW_
                            _PENELOPE_
                            _MRS. DOT_
                            _THE EXPLORER_
                            _A MAN OF HONOUR_
                            _LADY FREDERICK_
                            _SMITH_
                            _THE TENTH MAN_

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                            _LANDED GENTRY_

                              _A COMEDY_

                            _In Four Acts_

                          _BY W. S. MAUGHAM_

                              _CHICAGO_:
                   _THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANY_

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                            LONDON, ENGLAND

 This play was produced under the title “GRACE,” at the Duke of York’s
      Theatre, London, October 15, 1910, with the following cast:


               CLAUDE INSOLEY                DENNIS EADIE
               REV. ARCHIBALD INSOLEY        LESLIE FABER
               HENRY COBBETT               ARTHUR WONTNER
               GANN                          EDMUND GWENN
               MOORE                        HESTON COOPER
               GRACE INSOLEY               IRENE VANBRUGH
               MRS. INSOLEY                     LADY TREE
               MISS VERNON OF FOLEY      LILLAH MACCARTHY
               MISS HALL                      MARY BARTON
               EDITH LEWIS                  NINA SEVENING
               MARGARET GANN                GERTRUDE LANG




                            _LANDED GENTRY_




                             _CHARACTERS_


                         CLAUDE INSOLEY
                         REV. ARCHIBALD INSOLEY
                         HENRY COBBETT
                         GANN
                         MOORE
                         GRACE INSOLEY
                         MRS. INSOLEY
                         MISS VERNON OF FOLEY
                         MISS HALL
                         EDITH LEWIS
                         MARGARET GANN


_The Action takes place at Kenyon-Fulton, Claude Insoley’s place in
Somersetshire._

_The Performing Rights of this play are fully protected, and permission
to perform it, whether by Amateurs or Professionals, must be obtained in
advance from the author’s Sole Agent, R. Golding Bright, 20 Green
Street, Leicester Square, London, W.C., from whom all particulars can be
obtained._




                             LANDED GENTRY




THE FIRST ACT


     SCENE: _The drawing-room at Kenyon-Fulton. It is a handsome
     apartment with large windows, reaching to the ground. On the walls
     are old masters whose darkness conceals their artistic
     insignificance. The furniture is fine and solid. Nothing is very
     new or smart. The chintzes have a rather pallid Victorian air. The
     room with its substantial magnificence represents the character of
     a family rather than the taste of an individual._

     _It is night and one or two electric lamps are burning._

     MOORE, _an elderly impressive butler, comes in, followed by_ GANN.
     _This is_ CLAUDE INSOLEY’S _gamekeeper, a short, sturdy man,
     grizzled, with wild stubborn hair and a fringe of beard round his
     chin. He wears his Sunday clothes of sombre broadcloth._

MOORE.

You’re to wait here.

     [GANN, _hat in hand, advances to the middle of the room_.

MOORE.

They’ve not got up from dinner yet, but he’ll come and see you at once.

GANN.

I’ll wait.

MOORE.

He said I was to tell him the moment you come. What can he be wanting of
you at this time of night?

GANN.

Maybe if he wished you to know he’d have told you.

MOORE.

I don’t want to know what don’t concern me.

GANN.

Pity there ain’t more like you.

MOORE.

It’s the missus’ birthday to-day.

GANN.

Didn’t he say you was to tell him the moment I come?

MOORE.

I’ve only just took in the dessert. Give ’em a minute to sample the
peaches.

GANN.

I thought them was your orders.

MOORE.

You’re a nice civil-spoken one, you are.

     [_With an effort_ GANN _prevents himself from replying. It is as
     much as he can do to keep his hands off the sleek, obsequious
     butler._ MOORE _after a glance at him goes out. The gamekeeper
     begins to walk up and down the room like a caged beast. In a moment
     he hears a sound and stops still. He turns his hat round and round
     in his hands._

     [CLAUDE INSOLEY _comes in. He is a man of thirty-five, rather
     dried-up, rather precise, neither good-looking nor plain, with a
     slightly dogmatic, authoritative manner._

CLAUDE.

Good evening, Gann.

GANN.

Good evening, sir.

     [CLAUDE _hesitates for a moment; to conceal a slight embarrassment
     he lights a cigarette_. GANN _watches him steadily_.

CLAUDE.

I suppose you know what I’ve sent for you about.

GANN.

No, sir.

CLAUDE.

I should have thought you might guess without hurting yourself. The
Rector tells me that your daughter Peggy came back last night.

GANN.

Yes, sir.

CLAUDE.

Bit thick, isn’t it?

GANN.

I don’t know what you mean, sir.

CLAUDE.

Oh, that’s all rot, Gann. You know perfectly well what I mean. It’s a
beastly matter for both of us, but it’s no good funking it.... You’ve
been on the estate pretty well all your life, haven’t you?

GANN.

It’s fifty-four years come next Michaelmas that my father was took on,
and I was earning wages here before you was born.

CLAUDE.

My governor always said you were the best keeper he ever struck, and
hang it all, I haven’t had anything to complain about either.

GANN.

Thank you, sir.

CLAUDE.

Anyhow, we shan’t make it any better by beating about the bush. It
appears that Peggy has got into trouble in London.... I’m awfully sorry
for you, and all that sort of thing.

GANN.

Poor child. She’s not to blame.

     [CLAUDE _gives a slight shrug of the shoulders_.

GANN.

I want ’er to forget all she’s gone through. It was a mistake she ever
went to London, but she would go. Now I’ll keep ’er beside me. She’ll
never leave me again till I’m put underground.

CLAUDE.

That’s all very fine and large, but I’m afraid Peggy can’t stay on here,
Gann.

GANN.

Why not?

CLAUDE.

You know the rule of the estate as well as I do. When a girl gets into a
mess she has to go.

GANN.

It’s a wicked rule!

CLAUDE.

You never thought so before, and this isn’t the first time you’ve seen
it applied, by a long chalk.

GANN.

The girl went away once and come to grief. She wellnigh killed herself
with the shame of it. I’m not going to let ’er out of my sight again.

CLAUDE.

I’m afraid I can’t make an exception in your favour, Gann.

GANN.

[_Desperately._] Where’s she to go to?

CLAUDE.

Oh, I expect she’ll be able to get a job somewhere. Mrs. Insoley’ll do
all she can.

GANN.

It’s no good, Squire. I can’t let ’er go. I want ’er.

CLAUDE.

I don’t want to be unreasonable. I’ll give you a certain amount of time
to make arrangements.

GANN.

Time’s no good to me. I haven’t the ’eart to send her away.

CLAUDE.

I’m afraid it’s not a question of whether you like it or not. You must
do as you’re told.

GANN.

I can’t part with her, and there’s an end of it.

CLAUDE.

You’d better go and talk it over with your wife.

GANN.

I don’t want to talk it over with anyone. I’ve made up my mind.

     [CLAUDE _is silent for a moment. He looks at_ GANN _thoughtfully_.

CLAUDE.

[_Deliberately._] I’ll give you twenty-four hours to think about it.

GANN.

[_Startled._] What d’you mean by that, sir?

CLAUDE.

If Peggy isn’t gone by that time, I am afraid I shall have to send you
away.

GANN.

You wouldn’t do that, sir? You couldn’t do it, Squire, not after all
these years.

CLAUDE.

We’ll soon see about that, my friend.

GANN.

You can’t dismiss me for that. I’ll have the law of you. I’ll sue you
for wrongful dismissal.

CLAUDE.

You can do what you damned well like; but if Peggy hasn’t gone by
to-morrow night I shall turn you off the estate on Tuesday.

GANN.

[_Hoarsely._] You wouldn’t do it! You couldn’t do it.

     [_There is a sound of talking and laughter, and of a general
     movement as the dining-room door is opened._

CLAUDE.

They’re just coming in. You’d better hook it.

     [MISS VERNON _and_ EDITH LEWIS _come in, followed by_ GRACE. _For a
     moment_ GANN _stands awkwardly, and then leaves the room_. MISS
     VERNON _is a slight, faded, rather gaunt woman of thirty-five. Her
     deliberate manner, her composure, suggest a woman of means and a
     woman who knows her own mind._ EDITH LEWIS _is a pretty girl of
     twenty_. GRACE _is thirty. She is a beautiful creature with an
     eager, earnest face and fine eyes. She has a restless manner, and
     her frequent laughter strikes you as forced. She is always falling
     from one emotion to another. She uses a slightly satirical note
     when she speaks to her husband._

EDITH.

[_Going to the window._] Oh, what a lovely night! Do let’s go out. [_To_
GRACE.] May we?

GRACE.

Of course, if you want to.

EDITH.

I’m perfectly sick with envy every time I look out of the window. Those
lovely old trees!

GRACE.

I wonder if you’d be sick with envy if you looked at nothing else for
forty-six weeks in the year?

EDITH.

I adore the country.

GRACE.

People who habitually live in London generally do.

MISS VERNON.

Aren’t you fond of the country?

GRACE.

[_Vehemently._] I hate it! I hate it with all my heart and soul.

CLAUDE.

My dear Grace, what are you saying?

GRACE.

It bores me. It bores me stiff. Those endless trees, and those dreary
meadows, and those ploughed fields. Oh!

EDITH.

I don’t think I could ever get tired of the view from your dining-room.

GRACE.

Not if you saw it for three meals a day for ten years? Oh, my dear, you
don’t know what that view is like at an early breakfast on a winter’s
morning. You sit there looking at it, with icy fingers, wondering if
your nose is red, while your husband reads morning prayers, because his
father read morning prayers before him; and the sky looks as if it were
going to sink down and crush you.

CLAUDE.

You can’t expect sunshine all the year round, can you?

GRACE.

[_Smiling._] True, O King!

EDITH.

Well, I’m a Cockney, and I feel inclined to fall down on my very knees
and worship those big trees in your park. Oh, what a night!

MISS VERNON.

    In such a night as this,
    When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees
    And they did make no noise....

     [MISS VERNON _and_ EDITH LEWIS _go out_. GRACE _is left alone with
     her husband_.

GRACE.

What on earth was Gann doing here?

CLAUDE.

I had something to say to him.

GRACE.

May I know what?

CLAUDE.

It would only bore you.

GRACE.

That wouldn’t be a new experience.

CLAUDE.

I say, you’re looking jolly to-night, darling.

GRACE.

It’s kind of you to say so.

CLAUDE.

Were you pleased with the necklace I gave you this morning?

GRACE.

[_Smiling._] Surely I said so at the time.

CLAUDE.

I was rather hoping you’d wear it to-night.

GRACE.

It wouldn’t have gone with my frock.

CLAUDE.

You might have put it on all the same.

GRACE.

You see, your example hasn’t been lost on me. I’ve learnt to put
propriety before sentiment.

CLAUDE.

[_Rather shyly._] I should have thought, if you cared for me, you
wouldn’t have minded.

GRACE.

Are you reproaching me?

CLAUDE.

No!

GRACE.

Only?

CLAUDE.

Hang it all, I can’t help wishing sometimes you’d seem as if--you were
fond of me, don’t you know.

GRACE.

If you’ll point out anything you particularly object to in my behaviour,
I’ll try to change it.

CLAUDE.

My dear, I don’t want much, do I?

GRACE.

I don’t know why you should choose this particular time to make a scene.

CLAUDE.

Hang it all, I’m not making a scene!

GRACE.

I beg your pardon, I forgot that only women make scenes.

CLAUDE.

I only wanted to tell you that I’m just about as fond of you as I can
stick.

GRACE.

[_Suddenly touched._] After ten years of holy matrimony?

CLAUDE.

It seems about ten days to me.

GRACE.

Good God, to me it seems a lifetime.

CLAUDE.

I say, Grace, what d’you mean by that?

GRACE.

[_Recovering herself._] Oughtn’t you to go back to the dining-room? Your
brother and Mr. Cobbett will be boring one another.

     [CLAUDE _looks at her for a moment, then rises and goes out_. GRACE
     _clenches her hands, and an expression of utter wretchedness
     crosses her face. She passes her hand across her eyes with an
     impatient gesture, as if she were trying to shake herself free from
     some torturing thought._ MOORE _comes in with coffee on a salver_.

GRACE.

Put it down on the table.

MOORE.

Yes, madam.

GRACE.

Miss Vernon’s in the garden with Miss Lewis. Will you tell them that
coffee is here?

MOORE.

Very good, ma’am.

     [_He goes out of one of the French windows into the garden. In a
     moment_ MISS VERNON _comes in_.

GRACE.

Isn’t Edith coming?

MISS VERNON.

I sent her to get a wrap. We want to go down to the lake.

GRACE.

Will you have some coffee?

MISS VERNON.

Thank you.... I was trying to remember how long it is since I was here
last.

GRACE.

[_Pouring out the coffee._] It was before I was married.

MISS VERNON.

I’m devoted to Kenyon, I’m so glad you asked me to come and spend
Whitsun here.

GRACE.

My mother-in-law wrote and told us that you weren’t engaged.

MISS VERNON.

[_With a smile._] That sounds rather chilly.

GRACE.

Does it?

MISS VERNON.

[_Abruptly._] May I call you Grace?

GRACE.

[_Looking up, faintly surprised._] Certainly. If you wish it.

MISS VERNON.

My name is Helen.

GRACE.

Is it?

     [MISS VERNON _gives a slight smile of amusement, then gets up and
     stands before the fire-place with her hands behind her back_.

MISS VERNON.

I wonder why you dislike me so much?

GRACE.

I don’t know why you should think I do.

MISS VERNON.

You don’t take much trouble to hide it, do you?

GRACE.

I’m sorry. In future I’ll be more careful.

MISS VERNON.

[_Rather wistfully._] I wanted to be great friends with you.

GRACE.

I’m afraid I don’t make friends very easily.

MISS VERNON.

We live so near one another. It seems rather silly that we should only
just be on speaking terms.

     [_A very short pause._

GRACE.

They wanted Claude to marry you, didn’t they? And he married me instead.

MISS VERNON.

When I saw you at your wedding, I couldn’t help feeling I’d have done
just the same in his place.

GRACE.

[_With a twinkle in her eye._] And now they want you to marry his
brother Archibald.

MISS VERNON.

[_Smiling._] So I understand.

GRACE.

Are you going to?

MISS VERNON.

He hasn’t asked me yet.

GRACE.

Five thousand acres in a ring fence. It seems a pity to let it go out of
the family.

MISS VERNON.

It’s such a nuisance that a plainish woman of six-and-thirty has to be
taken along with it.

GRACE.

Did you ever care for Claude?

MISS VERNON.

If I did or not, I’m very anxious to care for his wife.

GRACE.

Why?

MISS VERNON.

Well, partly because I’m afraid you’re not very happy.

GRACE.

[_Startled._] I? [_Almost defiantly._] I should have thought I had
everything that a woman can want to make her happy. I’ve got a husband
who adores me. We’re rich. We’re--[_with a sudden break in her
voice_]--happy! I wish to God he had married you! It’s clear enough now
that he made a mistake.

MISS VERNON.

[_With a chuckle._] I don’t think it’s occurred to him, you know.

GRACE.

How many times d’you suppose his mother has said to Claude: Things would
be very different now if you’d had the sense to marry Helen Vernon.

MISS VERNON.

Yes, in that case I must say it’s not to be wondered at if you don’t
like me very much.

GRACE.

Like you! I hate you with all my heart and soul!

MISS VERNON.

Good gracious me, you don’t say so?

GRACE.

[_With a sudden flash of humour._] You don’t mind my telling you, do
you?

MISS VERNON.

Not a bit, but I should very much like to know why?

GRACE.

Because I’ve got an envious disposition and I envy you.

MISS VERNON.

A solitary old maid like me?

GRACE.

You’ve got everything that I haven’t got. D’you suppose I’ve lived ten
years in my husband’s family without realising the gulf that separates
Miss Vernon of Foley from the very middle-class young woman that Claude
Insoley was such a damned fool as to marry? You’ve got money and I
haven’t a farthing.

MISS VERNON.

Money isn’t everything.

GRACE.

Oh, don’t talk such nonsense! How would you like to be dependent on
somebody else for every penny you had? If I want to get Claude a
Christmas present I have to buy it out of his money.... It wouldn’t be
so maddening if I only had forty pounds a year of my own, but I haven’t
a penny, not a penny! And I have to keep accounts. After all, it’s his
money. If he wants accounts why shouldn’t he have them? I have to write
down the cost of every packet of hair-pins. [_With a sudden chuckle._]
And the worst of it is, I never could add.

MISS VERNON.

That, of course, must increase the difficulty of keeping accounts.

GRACE.

I’ve been an utter failure from the beginning. They despised me because
I was a nobody and not even a rich nobody; but I was a strapping,
healthy sort of young woman and they consoled themselves by thinking I’d
have children--a milch cow was what they wanted--and I haven’t even had
children....

     [MISS VERNON, _not knowing what to say, makes a little gesture of
     perplexity and helplessness. There is a brief pause._

GRACE.

Oh! I’m about fed up with all the humiliations I’ve had to endure.

     [EDITH LEWIS _comes in with a wrap which she gives to_ MISS VERNON.

EDITH.

Will this do?

MISS VERNON.

Thanks so much. You’re a perfect angel.

GRACE.

You mustn’t stay out more than a few minutes. The men will be here in a
moment, and I want to play poker. When my mother-in-law comes we shall
have to mind our p’s and q’s.

EDITH.

You don’t like Mrs. Insoley?

GRACE.

Mrs. Insoley doesn’t like me.

MISS VERNON.

Nonsense! She’s very fond of you indeed.

GRACE.

I could wish she had some pleasanter way of showing it than finding
fault with everything I do, everything I say, and everything I wear.

EDITH.

She’s coming to-morrow, isn’t she?

GRACE.

Yes. [_With a quizzical smile._] She’ll thoroughly disapprove of you.
When I introduce you to her: This is Miss Lewis--she’ll look at you for
a moment as if you were a kitchen-maid applying for a situation and say:
Lewis.

EDITH.

Why?

GRACE.

Because, like myself, you’re not county.

EDITH.

Oh!

GRACE.

It’s all very fine to say: Oh! but you don’t know what that means. In
London, if you’re pretty and amusing and don’t give yourself airs,
people are quite ready to be nice to you; but in a place like this, you
can have every virtue under the sun, and if you’re not county you’re of
no importance in this world, and you’ll certainly be very uncomfortable
in the next.

MISS VERNON.

[_Smiling._] I think you’re extremely hard on us. If you have the
advantage of....

GRACE.

[_Seizing the opportunity which_ MISS VERNON’S _hesitation gives her_.]
Middle-class origins?

MISS VERNON.

You needn’t grudge us the perfectly harmless delusion that there is a
difference between a family that has lived in the same place for three
or four centuries, with traditions of good breeding and service to the
country--and one that has no roots in the soil.

GRACE.

I seem to hear Claude’s very words.

MISS VERNON.

[_Good-humouredly._] Of course we have our faults.

GRACE.

You’re the first member of your class that I’ve ever heard acknowledge
it.

MISS VERNON.

[_Meditatively._] I wonder if you’d despise us so much if you had a
string of drunken, fox-hunting squires behind you.

GRACE.

Oh, my dear, when I was first married I used to lie awake at night
wishing for them with all my heart. When the neighbours came to call on
me I could see them obviously lying in wait for the aitches they were
expecting me to drop. A Miss Robinson, wasn’t she? Robinson! Are there
people called Robinson? Oh, how I wanted to scratch their ugly old
faces!

MISS VERNON.

How lucky I was abroad for so long! You might have disfigured me for
life.

GRACE.

I’ve often thought that if the Archangel Gabriel came down in
Somersetshire, they’d look him out in the “Landed Gentry” before they
asked him to a shooting-party.

MISS VERNON.

I don’t think you ought to judge us all on Mrs. Insoley. She’s a type
that’s dying out.

EDITH.

I don’t want to seem inquisitive, but if you don’t like Mrs. Insoley why
on earth d’you have her to stay here?

GRACE.

Simple-minded child! Because even in a county family money’s the only
thing in the world that really matters, and we’re penniless, while Mrs.
Insoley--[_with a quick, defiant look at_ MISS VERNON]--Mrs. Insoley
stinks of it.... Do I shock you?

MISS VERNON.

[_With a smile._] No, because I see you’re trying to.

GRACE.

Claude has nothing but the house and land and his principles. And if
we’re able to have the hounds and the shooting and a couple of cars,
it’s because Mrs. Insoley pays for it.

MISS VERNON.

[_Explaining to_ EDITH LEWIS.] Mrs. Insoley was an heiress.

GRACE.

She was a Bainbridge, and you’ll hear her thank God for it frequently.

     [ARCHIBALD INSOLEY _and_ HENRY COBBETT _come in_. ARCHIBALD _is a
     pleasant, good-looking man of thirty-four, with a humorous way
     about him, and a kindly expression. He holds the family living of
     Kenyon-Fulton, but there is nothing in him of the sanctimoniousness
     of the cloth._ COBBETT _is an agreeable youth of four-and-twenty.
     They are followed by_ CLAUDE INSOLEY.

COBBETT.

[_Seeing_ EDITH LEWIS _at the window_.] Are you going out?

EDITH.

We were--but we won’t.

GRACE.

I’ve been preparing Miss Lewis for your mother’s arrival.

EDITH.

I’m beginning to tremble in my shoes.

ARCHIBALD.

Our mother is what is usually described as a woman of character. With
the best intentions in the world and the highest principles she succeeds
in making life almost intolerable to every one connected with her.

CLAUDE.

You won’t forget to send the carriage for her to-morrow, Grace?

GRACE.

I won’t.... Last time we sent the car by mistake, and she sent it back
again.

MISS VERNON.

Good heavens, why did she do that?

GRACE.

Mrs. Insoley never has driven in a motor-car, and Mrs. Insoley never
will drive in a motor-car.

CLAUDE.

[_Not unamiably._] I don’t think you ought to make fun of my mother,
Grace.

GRACE.

I wouldn’t if I could make anything else of her.

     [_As she says this she sits down at the piano and rattles her
     fingers over the keys._

GRACE.

Will you sing us a song, Mr. Cobbett?

COBBETT.

No, thank you.

GRACE.

I want to be amused.

ARCHIBALD.

How desperately you say that!

GRACE.

[_To_ COBBETT.] What will you sing?

COBBETT.

I’m afraid I don’t know anything that will fit the occasion.

GRACE.

I seem to have heard you warble a graceful little ditty about a top
note.

COBBETT.

Thank you very much, but I’m not fond of making a fool of myself.

GRACE.

Part of a gentleman’s education should be how to make himself ridiculous
with dignity.

CLAUDE.

[_To_ COBBETT.] You make more fuss about singing than a young lady at a
tea-party.

GRACE.

[_Looking at him with smiling lips but with hard eyes._] Let us have no
more maidenly coyness.

     [_She begins to play, and_ COBBETT, _shrugging his shoulders,
     begins with rather bad grace to sing the song, “I can’t reach that
     top note.” While they are in the middle of it the door opens, and
     the_ BUTLER _announces_ MRS. INSOLEY _and her companion_. MRS.
     INSOLEY _is a little old lady of some corpulence, shabbily dressed
     in rusty black. She looks rather like a charwoman in her Sunday
     best._ MISS HALL, _her companion, is a self-effacing silent person
     of uncertain age. She is always very anxious to make herself
     useful._

MOORE.

Mrs. Insoley, Miss Hall.

CLAUDE.

Mother!

     [_The singing abruptly ceases. There is general consternation._
     MRS. INSOLEY _stops still for one moment, and surveys the party
     with indignation. Then she sweeps into the room with such majesty
     as is compatible with her small size and considerable obesity._

MRS. INSOLEY.

Is this a lunatic asylum that I have come into?

GRACE.

We didn’t expect you till to-morrow.

MRS. INSOLEY.

So I imagined by the fact that I found no conveyance at the station. I
had to take a fly, and it cost me four-and-sixpence.

CLAUDE.

But why didn’t you let us know you’d changed your plans, mother?

MRS. INSOLEY.

I did let you know. I wrote to Grace yesterday. She must have got my
letter this morning.

GRACE.

Oh, how stupid of me! I recognised your writing, and as it was my
birthday I thought I wouldn’t open it till to-morrow.

CLAUDE.

Grace!

GRACE.

I’m dreadfully sorry.

MRS. INSOLEY.

It was only by the mercy of Providence that I didn’t have to walk.

GRACE.

There are always flies at the station.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Providence might very well have caused them to be all engaged.

GRACE.

I don’t know why you should think Providence has nothing better to do
than to play practical jokes on us.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Looking round._] And may I inquire why you have turned the house in
which your father died into a bear garden?

CLAUDE.

It’s Grace’s birthday, and we thought there would be no harm in our
having a little fun.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Putting up her face-à-main and staring at the company._] I’m
old-fashioned enough and well-bred enough to like people to be
introduced to me.

GRACE.

Nowadays every one’s so disreputable that we think it safer not to make
introductions.... This is Miss Lewis.

EDITH.

How d’you do?

MRS. INSOLEY.

Lewis!

GRACE.

[_With a little smile of amusement._] I think you know Miss Vernon of
Foley.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Very affably._] Of course I know Miss Vernon of Foley. My dear Helen,
you’re looking very handsome. It wants a woman of birth to wear the
outrageous costumes of the present day.

MISS VERNON.

[_Shaking hands with her._] It’s so nice of you to say so.

GRACE.

I forget if you know Mr. Cobbett.

COBBETT.

How do you do?

     [_He bows slightly as_ MRS. INSOLEY _looks at him through her
     glasses_.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Cobbett!

COBBETT.

[_With some asperity._] Cobbett!

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Turning to_ MISS HALL.] We used to have a milkman called Cobbett,
Louisa.

MISS HALL.

Our milkman is called Wilkinson now.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Very graciously._] You were singing a song when I came in. What was it
called?

COBBETT.

[_Rather sulkily._] “I can’t reach that top note.”

MRS. INSOLEY.

I wondered why you were trying.... Why are you hiding behind that sofa,
Archibald? Do you not intend to kiss your mother?

ARCHIBALD.

I’m delighted to see you, my dear mother.

     [_He kisses her on the forehead._

MRS. INSOLEY.

I’m rather surprised to see a clergyman at a dinner-party on a Sunday
night.

ARCHIBALD.

I find two sermons a day excellent for the appetite. And the Bible tells
us that corn makes the young men cheerful.

GRACE.

[_Smiling._] Aren’t you dreadfully hungry? Wouldn’t you like something
to eat?

MRS. INSOLEY.

No, I shall go straight to my room. It always upsets me to drive in a
hired carriage.

GRACE.

I’ll just go and see that everything’s nice and comfortable.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Pray don’t put yourself to any trouble on my account. It would distress
me.

     [GRACE _goes out_.

EDITH.

[_Aside to_ MISS VERNON.] Don’t you think we might go down to the lake?

MISS VERNON.

By all means.... There’s nothing I can get you, Mrs. Insoley?

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Graciously._] Nothing, my dear Helen.

     [MISS VERNON _and_ EDITH LEWIS _go out, and a moment later_ COBBETT
     _slips out also_.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Claude, will you take Miss Hall into the dining-room and give her a
sandwich and a glass of port?

CLAUDE.

Certainly.

MISS HALL.

I don’t think I want anything, thank you, Mrs. Insoley.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Nonsense, Louisa! Allow me to know what is good for you. You’ll see that
she drinks the port, Claude. [_As they go out._] I want to talk to
Archibald.

ARCHIBALD.

My dear mother, I throw myself at your feet.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_With a chuckle._] I very much doubt if you could. You’re growing much
too fat. It’s quite time they made you something.

ARCHIBALD.

[_Smiling._] The landed gentry hasn’t its old power. Promotion in the
Church nowadays is given with new-fangled ideas about merit and
scholarship and heaven knows what.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I hope you never eat potatoes or bread?

ARCHIBALD.

I fly from them as I would from temptation.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Nor soup?

ARCHIBALD.

It is as the scarlet woman to me.

MRS. INSOLEY.

And I trust you never touch green peas.

ARCHIBALD.

Ah, there you have me. Even the saints had their weaknesses. I confess
that when green peas are in season I always put on flesh.

MRS. INSOLEY.

You want some one to keep a firm hand on you. You must marry.

ARCHIBALD.

I saw you approaching that topic by leaps and bounds, mother.

MRS. INSOLEY.

It’s a clergyman’s duty to marry.

ARCHIBALD.

[_Chaffing her._] St. Paul says....

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Interrupting._] I know what St. Paul’s views were, Archibald, and I
disagree with them.

ARCHIBALD.

[_Dryly._] I have every reason to believe he was of excellent family,
mother.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Giving him a quick look._] We all know that it was a great
disappointment to Helen Vernon when--you know what I mean.

ARCHIBALD.

I can’t help thinking she showed bad taste in surviving the blow.

MRS. INSOLEY.

It was a great disappointment to me. I had set my heart on joining Foley
to Kenyon-Fulton.... It wouldn’t be too late even now if you had the
sense to appreciate Helen Vernon’s affection for you.

ARCHIBALD.

My dear mother, I can’t persuade myself for a moment that Helen Vernon
has any affection for me.

MRS. INSOLEY.

A woman of her age is prepared to have affection for any one who asks
her to marry him.

ARCHIBALD.

Even if he’s a poor country parson?

MRS. INSOLEY.

You’re a great deal more than a country parson, Archibald. It is
unlikely that Grace will have any children, so unless--something happens
to allow Claude to marry again....

ARCHIBALD.

What d’you mean by that, mother?

MRS. INSOLEY.

Grace is not immortal.

ARCHIBALD.

On the other hand, she has excellent health.

MRS. INSOLEY.

There may be other ways of disposing of her.

ARCHIBALD.

What ways?

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Looking at him calmly._] Since when have you laboured under the
delusion that I am the sort of woman to submit to cross-examination,
Archibald?

     [_The entrance of_ GRACE _interrupts the conversation_.

GRACE.

I hope I haven’t kept you waiting. I think you’ll find everything all
right.

MRS. INSOLEY.

In that case I shall go to my room. Archibald, tell Louisa that I am
ready to go to my room.

ARCHIBALD.

Certainly.

     [_He goes out, leaving_ GRACE _alone with_ MRS. INSOLEY.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Who is the young lady you have staying with you, Grace?

GRACE.

Edith Lewis. She’s a friend of mine.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Ah! And who is this Mr. Cobbett?

GRACE.

He’s a friend of mine too.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I didn’t imagine that you would invite total strangers to stay with
you.

GRACE.

I don’t know that there’s any other way of describing them.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I dare say that is a sufficient description in itself.

     [MISS HALL _comes back with_ CLAUDE _and_ ARCHIBALD.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I’m going to my room, Louisa. I shall be ready for you to read to me in
a quarter of an hour.

MISS HALL.

Very good, Mrs. Insoley. [_To_ GRACE.] I suppose you don’t have prayers
on Sunday night?

GRACE.

No, we read our pedigree instead. You’ll find the “Landed Gentry” in
your bedroom.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Icily._] In my young days it was thought more important for a young
lady to be well-born than to be clever.

GRACE.

[_Chuckling._] The result has been disastrous for the present
generation.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Good night.

GRACE.

[_Shaking hands cordially with_ MISS HALL.] Be sure and let me know if
you’re not quite comfortable. I hope you’ll find everything you want in
your room.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Of course Louisa will find everything she wants. She wants nothing.
Come, Louisa.

     [MRS. INSOLEY _and_ MISS HALL _go out_.

ARCHIBALD.

I think I’ll be toddling back to my rectory.

CLAUDE.

Oh, all right.

ARCHIBALD.

Good night, Grace.

GRACE.

Good night.

CLAUDE.

[_To_ ARCHIBALD.] I talked to Gann about that matter.

ARCHIBALD.

I’m afraid he’s going to make rather a nuisance of himself.

CLAUDE.

I took a good firm line, you know.

ARCHIBALD.

That’s right. It’s the only way with those sort of fellows. Good night,
old man.

CLAUDE.

Good night.

     [ARCHIBALD _goes out_.

CLAUDE.

You were asking about Gann just now, Grace?

GRACE.

I was.

CLAUDE.

At first I thought I’d better not tell you anything about it, but I’ve
been thinking it over....

GRACE.

[_Interrupting._] It was quite unnecessary. I’m not at all curious.

CLAUDE.

I think perhaps it would be better if I told you what I’d done.

GRACE.

I’m sure that whatever you’ve done is right, Claude. [_Smiling._] That’s
why you’re so detestable.

CLAUDE.

That’s all very fine and large, but I think I’d like to have your
approval.

GRACE.

We agreed very early in our married life that your acts were such as
must necessarily meet with my approval.

CLAUDE.

What’s the matter with you, Grace?

GRACE.

With me? Nothing.

CLAUDE.

You’ve been so funny lately. I haven’t been able to make you out at all.

GRACE.

I should have thought you had more important things to do than to bother
about me.

CLAUDE.

I’ve got nothing in the world to do more important than to bother about
you, Grace.

     [_She looks at him for an instant, with a catch in her breath._

GRACE.

Don’t worry me to-night, Claude; my head’s aching so that I feel I could
scream.

CLAUDE.

[_With the tenderest concern._] My poor child, why didn’t you tell me?
I’m so sorry I’ve been bothering you. Is it very bad?

GRACE.

What a beast I am! How can you like me when I’m so absolutely horrid to
you?

CLAUDE.

My darling, I don’t blame you for having a headache.

GRACE.

I’m sorry I was beastly to you just now.

CLAUDE.

What nonsense!

     [_He tries to take her in his arms, but she draws herself away._

GRACE.

Please don’t, Claude.

CLAUDE.

Why don’t you go to bed, darling?

GRACE.

[_With a cry of something like fright._] Oh, no!

CLAUDE.

Bed’s the best place for everybody at this hour.

GRACE.

I want to amuse myself. Go and fetch the others, they’re down by the
lake. And we’ll all play poker.

     [_He is just going to make an observation, but she bursts in
     vehemently._

GRACE.

For God’s sake do as I ask you.

     [_He looks at her. With a shrug of the shoulders he goes out into
     the garden._ GRACE _gives a deep sigh. In a moment_ HENRY COBBETT
     _enters_. GRACE _looks at him silently as he advances into the
     room_.

COBBETT.

I’ve been waiting for the chance of speaking to you by yourself.

GRACE.

Have you?

COBBETT.

Why did you make me sing that idiotic song just now?

GRACE.

[_Her eyes cold and hostile._] Because I chose.

COBBETT.

You made me look a perfect fool.

GRACE.

That’s what I wanted to make you look.

COBBETT.

[_Surprised._] Did you? Why?

GRACE.

I have no explanation to offer.

COBBETT.

You know, I’m hanged if I can make you out. You’re never the same for
two minutes together.

GRACE.

[_Frigidly._] I suppose it is disconcerting. Claude complains of it too.

COBBETT.

Oh, hang Claude.

GRACE.

You’re growing more and more like him every day, Harry.

COBBETT.

I don’t quite know what you mean by that.

GRACE.

It seems hardly worth while to have--made a long journey to find oneself
exactly where one started.

COBBETT.

I never know what people are driving at when they talk metaphorically.

GRACE.

[_Looking at him deliberately._] I thought I loved you, Harry.

COBBETT.

You’ve said it often enough.

GRACE.

[_Slowly._] I wonder if I just said it to persuade myself. My heart’s
empty! Empty! I know now that it wasn’t love I felt for you.

COBBETT.

It’s rather late in the day to have found that out, isn’t it?

GRACE.

[_Bitterly._] Yes, that’s just it. It’s late in the day for
everything.... Here they are.

     [_A sound of talking is heard as_ EDITH LEWIS _approaches with_
     HELEN VERNON _and_ CLAUDE.

CLAUDE.

[_At the window._] I found them on their way back.

GRACE.

[_To_ COBBETT, _with a little bitter laugh_.] We’re going to play poker.

END OF THE FIRST ACT




THE SECOND ACT


     THE SCENE _is the same as in the preceding Act. It is evening,
     towards seven o’clock, but it is still perfectly light._ GRACE
     _and_ PEGGY GANN _are in the room, both standing_. PEGGY _is a
     pretty girl, quite young, but very pale, with black rings round her
     eyes. She is dressed like a housemaid in her going-out things._
     GRACE _is evidently much distressed_.

PEGGY.

You will try, mum, won’t you?

     [PEGGY’S _voice seems to call_ GRACE _back with a start from her
     own thoughts_.

GRACE.

I ought to have been told before. It was wicked to keep it from me.

PEGGY.

I thought you knew, mum. I wasn’t to know that you ’adn’t been told
anything.

GRACE.

[_With a friendly smile._] I’m not blaming you, Peggy.... Mr. Insoley’s
out now, but I’ll talk to him as soon as she come in. You’d better go
home and fetch your father.

PEGGY.

You know what father is, mum. I’m afraid he won’t come.

GRACE.

Oh, but I think it’s very important. Tell him that....

     [HENRY COBBETT _comes in, and she stops when she sees him_.

COBBETT.

Hulloa, am I in the way? Shall I go?

GRACE.

[_Passing her hand wearily across her forehead._] No. I’ve just
finished.... Try and get your father to come, Peggy.

PEGGY.

Well, I’ll do what I can, mum.

     [_She goes out._ GRACE _gives a little exclamation, partly of
     distress, partly of indignation_.

COBBETT.

What’s the matter? You seem rather put out.

GRACE.

That’s the daughter of one of the keepers. She came to me just now and
asked me to beg Claude to give them a little more time. I hadn’t an
idea what she meant. Then she said Claude had told her father he must
send her away within twenty-four hours or lose his place.

COBBETT.

[_Flippantly._] Oh, yes, I know. She seems to be rather a flighty young
person. Claude and your brother-in-law were talking about it after lunch
in the smoking-room.

GRACE.

Why didn’t you tell me?

COBBETT.

Well, it never struck me you didn’t know. Besides--you haven’t shown any
great desire for my society the last day or two.

GRACE.

[_With a quick look at him._] I’ve had other guests to attend to.

COBBETT.

[_Shrugging his shoulders._] And it seemed rather a sordid little story.
I don’t think I can interest myself very much at this time of day in the
gamekeeper’s daughter who kicks over the traces.

GRACE.

[_Sarcastically._] It’s so devilish mid-Victorian, isn’t it?

COBBETT.

[_Surprised at her tone._] It’s not really bothering you, is it?

GRACE.

[_With a sudden vehement outburst._] Don’t you see that wretched girl
has done no more than I have?

COBBETT.

[_With a chuckle._] Great Scott, you haven’t produced an unexpected
baby, have you?

GRACE.

Oh, don’t, don’t.

COBBETT.

[_Coolly._] In point of fact she’s done a great deal more than you have.
She’s been found out.

GRACE.

How can you be so odiously cynical?

COBBETT.

I notice people always call you odiously cynical when you talk plain
horse-sense to them.

GRACE.

Can’t you realise what I’m feeling? She had excuses. She was alone, and
little more than a child; she had no education. How could she be
expected to resist temptation?

COBBETT.

It’s an absolute delusion that the lower classes are less able to resist
temptation than their betters. In the first place, they have a much more
systematic moral education, and then they’re taught from early youth to
look upon virtue as a valuable asset.

GRACE.

[_Going up to him suddenly._] Harry, would you mind very much if I
stopped the whole thing?

COBBETT.

Of course I should mind.

GRACE.

Oh, no, don’t say that because it’s the conventional thing to say. I
want you to be frank with me.

COBBETT.

[_Uneasily._] Why do you ask me now?

GRACE.

[_After a look at him, a little unwillingly._] I feel so horribly mean.

COBBETT.

Claude?

GRACE.

[_With a sort of appeal, as if she were excusing herself._] He’s so
awfully good to me, Harry. Every present he gives me, every kind word is
like a stab in my heart. I’m beastly to him sometimes, I can’t help it,
but nothing seems to make any difference to him.... Whatever I do, he
loves me.

COBBETT.

Are you beginning to care for Claude--differently?

GRACE.

Oh, it’s no use pretending. I never loved him as he loved me. I
couldn’t. I was bored by his love. Yes, all the time we’ve been
married.... It’s only lately....

     [_She pauses abruptly._ COBBETT _gives her a sidelong glance_.

COBBETT.

Oh!

GRACE.

I don’t know what I feel or what to do. I’m so bewildered and
wretched.... He bores me still--oh, horribly sometimes. And yet at
moments I feel as though I were a good deal more than half in love with
him. It’s too absurd. With Claude--after all these years. Something has
changed me.... It’s the last thing that ought to have changed me towards
him.

     [_She flushes hotly, and again_ COBBETT _looks at her, and a rather
     sulky expression comes into his face_.

COBBETT.

It’s not a very pleasant position for me, is it?

GRACE.

I shouldn’t have thought it ever had been a very pleasant position
considering what a good friend Claude has been to you.

COBBETT.

If you look at it in that way, I dare say it would be better to put an
end to the whole thing.

GRACE.

You have been rather a blackguard, haven’t you?

COBBETT.

No. I don’t pretend to be better than anybody else, but I’m quite
certain I’m no worse. I’m a perfectly normal man in good health. It’s
idiotic to abuse me because I’ve done what any other fellow would have
done in my place.

GRACE.

[_Suddenly understanding._] Is that all it was to you?

COBBETT.

What d’you mean?

GRACE.

Wasn’t I anything to you at all? Only a more or less attractive woman
who happened to cross your path? If I was only that, why couldn’t you
leave me alone? What harm did I ever do you? Oh, it was cruel of you.
Cruel!

COBBETT.

[_Quietly._] No man’s able to have an affair all by himself, you know.

GRACE.

What d’you mean by that?

COBBETT.

Well, most fellows are very shy, and they’re dreadfully frightened of a
rebuff. A man doesn’t take much risk until--well, until he finds there’s
not much risk to take.

GRACE.

D’you mean to say I gave you to understand.... Oh, how can you humiliate
me like that?

COBBETT.

Isn’t there a certain amount of truth in it?

GRACE.

[_Looking as it were into her own soul._] Yes.... Oh, I’m so ashamed.

COBBETT.

The world would be a jolly sight easier place to live in if people
weren’t such humbugs.

GRACE.

[_Hardly able to believe the truth that presents itself to her, yet
eager to probe it._] D’you think it was only curiosity on my side and
nothing more than opportunity on yours?

COBBETT.

That’s the foundation of nine love affairs out of ten, you know.

GRACE.

[_Trying to justify herself in her own eyes._] I was so bored--so
lonely. I never felt at home with the people I had to live with. They
humiliated me. And you seemed the same sort of person as I was. I felt
at my ease with you. At first I thought you cared for the things I cared
for--music and books and pictures: it took me quite a time to discover
that you didn’t know the difference between a fiddle and a jews’
harp.... I wonder why you troubled to take me in.

COBBETT.

I naturally talked about what I thought would please you.

GRACE.

I remember at first I felt as if I were just stepping out of a prison
into the fresh air. It seemed to me as if--oh, I don’t know how to put
it--as if spring flowers were suddenly blossoming in my heart.

COBBETT.

I’m afraid you were asking more from me than I was able to give you.

GRACE.

Oh, I don’t blame you. You’re quite right: it’s I who am to blame.
[_With sudden vehemence._] Oh, how I envy that wretched girl! If she
fell it was because she loved. I asked her who the man was, and she
wouldn’t tell me. She said she didn’t want to get him into trouble. She
must love him still.

COBBETT.

[_Moved by the pain which he sees she is suffering._] I hope you don’t
think me an awful skunk, Grace. I’m sorry we’ve made such a hash of
things.

GRACE.

[_Going on with her own thoughts._] It would be horrible if that
wretched girl were punished while I go scot-free. I can’t let her be
turned away like a leper. I should never rest in peace again.

COBBETT.

Claude’s not very fond of going back on his word. He seems to have
delivered an ultimatum, and I expect he’ll stick to it.

GRACE.

It means so much to me. I feel somehow that if I can only save that poor
child it’ll make up in a way--oh, very little--for all the harm I’ve
done.... D’you think I’m perfectly absurd?

COBBETT.

Life seems devilish complicated sometimes, doesn’t it?

GRACE.

[_With a smile._] Devilish.

     [_The sound is heard of a carriage stopping outside._

COBBETT.

Hulloa, what’s that?

GRACE.

It’s my mother-in-law. She’s been out for her drive. [_With a glance at
her watch._] Claude ought to be in soon.

COBBETT.

What are you going to do?

GRACE.

I’m going to use every means in my power to persuade him to change his
mind.

COBBETT.

You’re not going to do anything foolish, Grace?

GRACE.

How d’you mean? [_His meaning suddenly strikes her._] You don’t think I
might have to.... Oh, that would be too much to ask me.... D’you think I
might have to tell him?

COBBETT.

Whatever you do, Grace, I want you to know that if anything happens I’m
willing to do the straight thing.

GRACE.

[_Shaking her head._] No, I should never ask you to marry me. Now we
both know how things are between us--how they’ve always been....

COBBETT.

I’m awfully sorry, Grace.

GRACE.

There’s no need to be. I’m glad to know the truth. There was nothing
that held us together before but my cowardice. I was so afraid of going
back to that dreary loneliness. But you’ve given me courage.

COBBETT.

Is there nothing left of it at all?

GRACE.

So far as I’m concerned nothing at all--but shame.

     [EDITH LEWIS _comes in_. GRACE, _recovering herself quickly, throws
     off her seriousness and greets the girl with a pleasant smile_.

EDITH.

We’ve had such a lovely drive.

GRACE.

And d’you think the country’s as beautiful as ever?

EDITH.

[_Gaily._] Oh, I didn’t look at the country. I was much too excited.
Mrs. Insoley has been telling me the dreadful pasts of all the families
in the neighbourhood. It appears the further they go back the more
shocking their behaviour has been.

COBBETT.

I notice that even the grossest immorality becomes respectable when it’s
a hundred years old.

GRACE.

[_Ironically._] It’s very hard, isn’t it? Mrs. Grundy has no mercy.
She’ll take even you to her bosom before you know where you are.

     [_Enter_ MRS. INSOLEY, _followed by_ MISS VERNON _and_ MISS HALL.
     MISS HALL _is carrying_ MRS. INSOLEY’S _lap-dog_.

GRACE.

I hope you enjoyed your drive.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I didn’t go for my enjoyment, Grace; I went to exercise the horses.

GRACE.

[_Smiling._] Meanwhile, I hear you took the opportunity of enlarging
Edith’s young mind.

MISS VERNON.

[_To_ EDITH.] When you come to Foley you must remind me to show you the
portraits of my great-grandmother, Mary Vernon. She had a tremendous
affair with the Regent, you know.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Pleasantly._] My dear Helen, I have the greatest affection for you,
but I cannot allow a statement like that to go unchallenged. There is no
evidence whatever of the truth of it.

MISS VERNON.

I don’t know how you can say that, Mrs. Insoley, considering that I have
all my great-grandmother’s letters to the Regent.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_With a chuckle._] Where are his letters to your great-grandmother?

MISS VERNON.

She gave them back at the time he returned hers, naturally.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I can see her. If she had any letters she would have kept them. Any
woman would.

MISS VERNON.

[_Bridling a little._] I can’t imagine why you should suddenly throw
doubts on a story that the whole county has believed for a hundred
years. Every one knew all about Mary Vernon.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Chaffing her._] I am aware that your great-grandmother was an
abandoned hussy, but that in itself is no proof that she ever had
anything to do with the Regent.

MISS VERNON.

You can’t deny that he slept at Foley, Mrs. Insoley.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Only one night.

MISS VERNON.

Well?

MRS. INSOLEY.

It’s notorious that at that very time he was on terms of the greatest
intimacy with Pamela Bainbridge. [_To_ EDITH LEWIS.] I am not an
Insoley, thank God; I am a Bainbridge. And whenever he came to this part
of the country he stayed with us.

MISS VERNON.

I know you’ve always flattered yourself that there was something between
them.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_With complete self-assurance._] And well I may, considering that I
still have a lock of hair which he gave my grandmother.

MISS VERNON.

Half the families in the country have a greasy lock of hair which they
tell you was the Regent’s. Personally, I think it’s rather snobbish to
make a claim of that sort unless one’s perfectly sure.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Bridling in her turn._] I think you’re extremely rude, Helen. In the
presence of a man I can’t go into details, but I have proof of every
word I say. You know what I mean, Louisa?

MISS HALL.

I believed the worst from the beginning, Mrs. Insoley.

MISS VERNON.

I have no doubt you firmly believe what you say, Mrs. Insoley; but if
you don’t mind my saying so, one has only to look at the portrait of
Pamela Bainbridge to know the whole thing’s absurd.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Frigidly._] We won’t argue the point, Helen; I know I’m right, and
there’s an end of it.... Put the dog on that chair, Louisa.

MISS HALL.

That’s Mr. Cobbett’s chair, Mrs. Insoley.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Still a little out of temper._] Has Mr. Cobbett bought it?

COBBETT.

No, but Mr. Cobbett’s been sitting in it.

MRS. INSOLEY.

And may no one use a chair that Mr. Cobbett has been sitting in?

COBBETT.

Certainly. But it so happens that Mr. Cobbett is just going to sit in it
again.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_With a grim smile._] Mr. Cobbett has legs.

COBBETT.

Only two, and if a merciful Providence had intended him to stand on them
it would undoubtedly have provided him with four.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Mr. Cobbett seems to be better acquainted with the designs of Providence
than I should have expected.... Louisa, give me the dog. He shall sit on
my lap.

COBBETT.

[_Chaffing her._] Ah, if you’d only told me that was the alternative, of
course I wouldn’t have hesitated for a moment.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I think you are very vulgar, sir.... I’m surprised that you should laugh
at such an inane joke, Grace.

GRACE.

You forget that I have a naturally vulgar nature.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I try to, but you take great pains to remind me.

     [CLAUDE _comes in with_ ARCHIBALD.

CLAUDE.

Well, did you enjoy your drive, mother?

MRS. INSOLEY.

I didn’t go for my enjoyment, Claude; I went to exercise the horses.

ARCHIBALD.

We’ve been to a parish meeting.

CLAUDE.

[_Rather peevishly._] It’s getting almost impossible to do anything for
these Somersetshire people. They’re such an obstinate, pig-headed lot.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I prophesied it forty years ago. When they first introduced all this
nonsense about education, I said it was a serious matter.

ARCHIBALD.

[_With a twinkle in his eye._] Like all good prophets you apparently
took care to be rather vague about it, mother.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Considering you weren’t born I don’t see what you can know about it,
Archibald. I said this would happen. I said they would make the lower
classes so independent that no one would be able to do anything with
them. I went for a walk in the village this morning and nobody took any
notice of me. Isn’t that so, Louisa?

MISS HALL.

No, Mrs. Insoley.

MRS. INSOLEY.

What do you mean by no, Louisa?

MISS HALL.

[_Hastily._] I beg your pardon. I mean yes, Mrs. Insoley.

MRS. INSOLEY.

A few old men touched their hats, and one old woman curtsied, but that
was all.

CLAUDE.

[_With a little nod._] Of course it’s not important in itself, but it’s
the sign of a change. The long and short of it is that they don’t look
up to their betters as they used to.

GRACE.

[_Ironically._] Perhaps they’ve ceased to realise that we are their
betters.

CLAUDE.

It’s not too late to teach them their mistake. Personally I mean to be
master in my own house.

GRACE.

[_Abruptly._] Peggy Gann came to see me this afternoon, Claude.

CLAUDE.

Did she?

     [_There is a very short pause._ COBBETT _sees what is going to
     happen and gets up_.

COBBETT.

[_To_ EDITH LEWIS.] Wouldn’t you like to come for a stroll in the
garden?

EDITH LEWIS.

Yes.

GRACE.

I’ve asked her to fetch her father.

     [COBBETT _and_ EDITH LEWIS _go out_.

CLAUDE.

[_Without waiting for the movement._] I’m sorry you did that, Grace.
I’ve got nothing to say to him.

GRACE.

[_To_ MRS. INSOLEY.] Do you know that Claude has threatened to dismiss
Gann if Peggy hasn’t gone by ten o’clock to-night?

MRS. INSOLEY.

For once in his life Claude has acted with spirit. He gave Gann
twenty-four hours to think it over. My father would have given him
fifteen minutes.

GRACE.

Why was it all kept from me? It seems that everybody knew but me.

CLAUDE.

Hang it all, Grace, I wanted to tell you last night and you wouldn’t let
me.

GRACE.

[_Startled._] Oh! Was it that? I didn’t know.... Claude, I want you to
be very kind and forgive that wretched girl. I want you to tell Gann
that she needn’t go.

CLAUDE.

[_Quite firmly._] My dear, I can’t do that. I’ve made up my mind and I
must stick to it.

GRACE.

Why?

CLAUDE.

Hang it all, what would happen to the discipline of the estate if I were
always shilly-shallying? Every one in the place knows that when I say a
thing I mean it. It’s an enormous advantage to all concerned.

GRACE.

[_With a coaxing smile._] It wouldn’t do any harm if you made an
exception just this once.

CLAUDE.

It’s a matter of upholding my authority. Gann refused to do what I told
him, and I had to threaten him with immediate dismissal. I couldn’t eat
my words now without looking a perfect fool.

GRACE.

Don’t you think it’s awfully unjust to send a girl away because she’s
got into trouble?

CLAUDE.

It’s a rule of the estate. I didn’t make it.

GRACE.

[_Turning to_ MISS VERNON.] Helen, you’re a woman. You must see how
cruel it is. Can’t _you_ say something to help me?

MISS VERNON.

I don’t know what else one’s to do. After all, we have the same rule at
Foley.

CLAUDE.

They have it on half the large estates in the kingdom. It’s absolutely
essential if one has any regard for decency.

MISS VERNON.

I don’t suppose it would be so common, and it certainly wouldn’t have
lasted so long, if there hadn’t been some good in it.

GRACE.

[_Violently._] Oh, it’s maddening. Always, always, there’s that stone
wall in front of me. Whatever is, is good. However cruel and unjust a
custom is, no one must touch it because it’s a custom. If a law is
infamous, does it become any less infamous because people have suffered
from it for a dozen generations?

MRS. INSOLEY.

Perhaps you’re not very competent to judge matters of this sort, my
dear.

ARCHIBALD.

I’m afraid your sympathy is rather wasted in this particular case. Peggy
Gann isn’t a very deserving young woman.

GRACE.

If she were, there’d be no need for me to plead for her.

MRS. INSOLEY.

On those lines the more of a hussy a girl is the more she’s deserving of
sympathy.

GRACE.

[_To_ ARCHIBALD.] You had nothing against her till this happened.

ARCHIBALD.

Nothing very definite. She was always rather cheeky, and she never came
to Sunday-school very regularly.

GRACE.

Is that all?

MRS. INSOLEY.

My own belief is that the Ganns are really Dissenters.

GRACE.

[_Impatiently._] Good heavens, they positively revel in going to church.

MRS. INSOLEY.

That may be or it may not. But they give _me_ the impression of chapel
people.

ARCHIBALD.

Heaven knows, I don’t want to seem hard and unsympathetic, but after
all, you’re not going to keep people moral if you pamper those who
aren’t.

GRACE.

And what d’you think’ll happen to her if you make her leave here?

ARCHIBALD.

We’ll do our best for her. It’s not a pleasant position for any of us,
Grace. I’ve been wretched about the whole thing, and I’m sure Claude has
too.

CLAUDE.

Of course I have. But hang it all, in our position we can’t afford to
think of sentiment. Especially now that they’re attacking us all round
we’ve got to show them that we can keep a firm hand on the reins.

ARCHIBALD.

Do us the justice to see that we’re really trying to do what’s right. It
may be very wrong that we should be in our particular positions, and we
may be quite unworthy of them. But we didn’t make society, and we’re not
responsible for its inequalities. We find ourselves in a certain
station, and we have to act accordingly.

CLAUDE.

The long and the short of it is that it’s our duty to look after those
whom Providence has placed in our charge. And it’s our duty to punish as
well as to reward.

GRACE.

Oh, how hard you are! One would think you’d never done anything in your
life that you regret. [_With increasing violence._] Oh, you virtuous
people, I hate you. You’re never content till you see the sinner
actually frizzling. As if hell were needed when every sin brings its own
punishment! And you never make excuses. You don’t know how many
temptations we resist for the one we fall to.

MISS VERNON.

Grace! What are you saying!

     [GRACE, _almost beside herself, looks at her with haggard eyes.
     Suddenly she gives a start, and stares at_ MISS VERNON _with
     horror. She has realised that_ MISS VERNON _knows the relations
     that have existed between her and_ HENRY COBBETT. _There is a
     pause. The_ BUTLER _comes in_.

MOORE.

Gann and his daughter are here, sir.

CLAUDE.

Oh, yes, I’ll come at once.

MOORE.

Very good, sir.

     [_He goes out._

MRS. INSOLEY.

Why shouldn’t he come here, Claude?

GRACE.

Yes, let him come by all means. And then you can see for yourselves.

ARCHIBALD.

I’ll tell Moore, shall I? [_He goes to the door as he says this and
calls._] Moore. Tell Gann to come here.

MISS VERNON.

[_Rising._] I think I’ll leave you. This isn’t any business of mine.
[_To_ MISS HALL.] Will you come with me?

MISS HALL.

Do you want me, Mrs. Insoley?

MRS. INSOLEY.

No. You’ve had no exercise to-day, Louisa. You’d better walk three times
round the garden.

MISS HALL.

I’m not very well to-day, Mrs. Insoley.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Oh, nonsense! You’re in the best of health. And you can take the dog
with you.

MISS HALL.

Very well, Mrs. Insoley.

     [MISS VERNON _and_ MISS HALL _go out_.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Louisa’s very troublesome sometimes. She fancies she’s not feeling well.
But she’s twenty-five years younger than I am, and I’ve never had a
day’s illness in my life.

     [MOORE _opens the door for_ GANN, _who comes into the room, cap in
     hand, and stands at the door awkwardly. He is in his working
     clothes._

CLAUDE.

Good afternoon, Gann.

GANN.

Good afternoon, sir. Peggy said you wished to see me, sir.

GRACE.

_I_ asked her to bring you here, Gann. I thought it would be better if
you spoke to Mr. Insoley.

GANN.

I’ve got nothing to say to Mr. Insoley, ma’am.

CLAUDE.

I was hoping to find you in a more reasonable state of mind, Gann. You
know, you can only hurt yourself by being pig-headed and stubborn.

GANN.

I didn’t know as how I was, sir.

CLAUDE.

[_To_ GRACE.] You see, the man doesn’t give me a chance.

GANN.

[_Making an effort on himself._] Please, Squire, I come to know if I’m
really to go to-morrow? I know you said you’d send me away, Squire. But
I couldn’t bring myself to believe you meant it.

CLAUDE.

I’m willing to listen to anything you’ve got to say. I want to be quite
fair to you.

GANN.

If I could only make you see as what you ask ain’t possible, I’m sure
you’d let us stay. There’s nowhere Peggy _can_ go to.

CLAUDE.

Hang it all, Mrs. Insoley’ll do all she can for her. You may be quite
sure that Peggy shan’t want for money.

GANN.

It isn’t money the girl wants. If I send ’er away she’ll just go to the
bad altogether.

CLAUDE.

You see, it’s a matter of principle, Gann. It would be devilish unjust
to make an exception in your favour.

GANN.

[_Stepping forward with surly indignation and facing_ CLAUDE.] I love
the girl and I can’t bear to part with ’er. She’s a good girl in her
’eart, only she’s had a misfortune.

CLAUDE.

That’s all very fine and large, Gann. But if she’d been a good girl,
hang it all, she’d have had power to resist temptation.

GRACE.

[_Terrified._] Claude, you don’t know what you’re saying.

CLAUDE.

I don’t want to rub it in and all that sort of thing, but my own feeling
is that if she came rather a cropper, it was because she was--if you
don’t mind my saying so--because she was that way inclined. I don’t
think anyone can accuse me of being a hard man, but I’m afraid I haven’t
much pity for women who....

GRACE.

[_Interrupting._] Claude, don’t go on--for God’s sake.

GANN.

That’s your last word, Squire? If the girl don’t go, I must?

CLAUDE.

I’m afraid so.

GANN.

I’ve served you faithful, man and boy, for forty years. And I was born
in that there cottage I live in now. If you turn us out where are we to
go to? I’m getting on in years, and I shan’t find it easy to get another
job. It’ll mean the work’us.

CLAUDE.

I’m very sorry. I can’t do anything for you. You’ve had your chance and
you’ve refused to take it.

     [GANN _turns his cap round nervously. His face is distorted with
     agony. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come, only an
     inarticulate groan. He turns on his heel._

CLAUDE.

In consideration of your long service I’ll give you fifty pounds so that
you can tide over the next few months.

GANN.

[_Violently._] You can keep your dirty money.

     [_He goes out._ GRACE _goes up to_ CLAUDE _desperately_.

GRACE.

Oh, Claude, you can’t do it. You’ll break the man’s heart. Haven’t you
any pity? Haven’t you any forgiveness?

CLAUDE.

It’s no good, Grace. I must stick to what I’ve said.

GRACE.

It’s not often I’ve begged you to do anything for me.

CLAUDE.

Well, hang it all, this is the first time I’ve ever refused.

GRACE.

[_Bitterly._] I suppose because I’ve never asked you for anything before
that wasn’t absolutely trifling.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Why are you making such a point of it, Grace?

GRACE.

Is it very strange that I should feel sorry for anyone who’s in
distress?

CLAUDE.

I’ll do anything in the world to please you, darling, but in this case
you must trust to my better judgment.

GRACE.

How can you be so hard?

CLAUDE.

Come, Grace, don’t be angry with me. It’s bad enough as it is.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I have no patience with you, Claude. When your father made up his mind
to do anything it was done, and it would never have occurred to me to
oppose him.

ARCHIBALD.

[_With a twinkle in his eye._] You forget, mother, that was because you
generally made up my father’s mind some time before he did.

GRACE.

[_To_ MRS. INSOLEY _and_ ARCHIBALD.] Will you leave me alone with
Claude. I must talk to him alone.

ARCHIBALD.

Come, mother. Let me take you for a stroll three times round the garden.

     [MRS. INSOLEY _and_ ARCHIBALD _go out_.

GRACE.

I couldn’t say it before them. They’d never understand. They’d only
sneer. But can’t you see, Claude, that it’s out of the question to drive
Gann away so callously? He loves the place just as much as you love
it.... In my heart I seem to feel suddenly all that his shabby little
cottage means to him--the woods and coverts and the meadows and the
trees. His life is bound up with Kenyon. His roots are in the earth as
if he were a growing thing. Can’t you see what it must mean to him to
leave it?

CLAUDE.

He only goes because he’s headstrong and obstinate. He’s the
Somersetshire peasant all over. You do your best for them and you get no
gratitude. You try to reason with them, but you can’t get a single idea
into their thick heads.

GRACE.

You can’t punish him because he’s stupid and dull. You’re throwing him
upon the world in his old age. It means starvation.

CLAUDE.

You must know that I’m only doing it because I think it’s my duty.

GRACE.

[_Impatiently._] Oh, men always talk of their duty when they want to be
odiously cruel.

CLAUDE.

Grace, how can you be so unkind to me?

GRACE.

Oh, Claude, if you love me at all, give in to me this time. You don’t
know what it means to me. I’ve often been horrible to you, but I’m going
to be different. I want to love you. I want to be more to you than I’ve
ever been. Claude, I implore you to do what I ask you--just because I
ask it, because you love me.

CLAUDE.

[_Withdrawing himself a little._] I could not love you, dear, so much,
loved I not honour....

GRACE.

[_Interrupting passionately._] Oh, no, don’t, Claude; for God’s sake be
sincere and natural. Can’t you forget that you’re a landed proprietor
and a J.P. and all the rest of it, and remember that you’re only a man,
as weak and as--as frail as the rest of us? You hope to be forgiven
yourself, and you’re utterly pitiless.

CLAUDE.

My darling, it’s just as much for your sake that I’m firm.

GRACE.

[_Impatiently._] Oh, how can you make phrases! What on earth have I got
to do with it?

CLAUDE.

Hang it all, don’t you see that it’s because of you that I can’t give
way? It’s beastly having to say it. It makes me feel such an ass.

GRACE.

[_Beginning to be frightened._] What have I got to do with it?

CLAUDE.

Until I knew you I don’t suppose I had a higher opinion of women than
most men, but you taught me what a--what a stunning fine thing a good
woman is.

GRACE.

[_Hoarsely._] It’s perfectly absurd. It’s--it’s unreasonable. I’ve not
been.... Only the other day you said I was cold. And just now you told
me I was unkind.

CLAUDE.

I dare say that’s all my fault. I expect I bore you sometimes. After
all, I know you’re worth about six of me. I can’t expect you to love me
as I love you.

GRACE.

D’you mean to say that if I weren’t--what you think me, you wouldn’t
insist on that poor girl going away?

CLAUDE.

I don’t suppose I should feel quite the same about it.

GRACE.

[_Trying to keep back her sobs._] It’s so unreasonable.

CLAUDE.

Even if it weren’t for the rule of the estate, I couldn’t let her live
in the same place as you. I can’t help it. It’s just a sort of instinct.
It simply disgusts me to think that you may meet that--that woman when
you walk about, and her kid.

GRACE.

Oh, Claude, you don’t know what you’re saying.

CLAUDE.

When I heard she’d been here and you’d been talking to her, I felt
almost sick.

GRACE.

[_Breaking down._] Oh, I can’t bear it.

CLAUDE.

Come, darling, don’t let’s quarrel any more. It hurts me so awfully.

GRACE.

[_To herself._] Oh, I can’t. I can’t.

CLAUDE.

Say you forgive me, darling.

GRACE.

I?... If I weren’t what you.... Oh, it’s too much to ask anyone. Claude,
I beseech you to give way.

     [_He shakes his head. She falls back in despair, realising that
     there is no way to move him._

GRACE.

Oh, what a punishment!

     [_The sound of a gong is heard._ CLAUDE _looks at his watch_.

CLAUDE.

By Jove, I had no idea it was so late. There’s the dressing gong. You
must hurry up.

GRACE.

[_Looking at him vaguely._] What is it?

CLAUDE.

Time to dress for dinner, darling. You won’t be late, will you? You know
how mother hates to be kept waiting.

GRACE.

[_Dully._] No, I won’t be late.

     [_He takes her hand and presses it, then hurries out. She has given
     him her hand inertly, and it falls heavily to her side as he drops
     it. She remains standing where he left her. She tries to stifle the
     tearless sobs that seem to choke her. The_ BUTLER _comes in_.

MOORE.

Peggy Gann wishes to know if you want to see her again, madam.

GRACE.

[_With a start._] Has she been waiting all this time?

MOORE.

Yes’m. She didn’t know as Gann had left. He never come back to the
servants’ hall.

GRACE.

Tell her to come here.

MOORE.

Very good, madam.

     [_He goes out. In a moment he opens the door for_ PEGGY GANN.

GRACE.

Oh, Peggy, how ill you look! I’ve been able to do nothing for you.

PEGGY.

[_With a cry of distress._] Oh, mum, I was hoping. You said you’d do
your best for me.

GRACE.

My dear, I’m so dreadfully sorry for you.

PEGGY.

It’s so ’ard on me, mum, and so ’ard on father. Wasn’t there something
more you could do, mum?

GRACE.

[_With a little gasp of anguish._] I did all I could. I couldn’t do
anything more. I couldn’t really.... [_Almost to herself._] It’s too
much to ask anyone.

PEGGY.

I’ve got to go then, and there’s an end of it. You won’t let father be
turned away, will you, mum? That’s all I care about now. It ’ud just
break his ’eart.

GRACE.

[_With a ray of hope._] D’you think he’ll let you go? I think it’s the
best thing after all, Peggy. I’ve done--I’ve done all I could.

PEGGY.

No, he won’t hear of it. But I shall go all the same--somewhere he can’t
find me.

GRACE.

[_Anxious now to make the best of it._] I dare say it won’t be for very
long, Peggy. Have you as much money as you want? I should like to do
something for you.

PEGGY.

I shan’t want anything, thank you, mum. And thank you for all you’ve
done. And if anything come to ’appen to me, you’d see as the baby wasn’t
sent to the workhouse, wouldn’t you, mum?

GRACE.

How d’you mean? I don’t understand.

PEGGY.

I’m not going to take the baby with me, mum. It would only be a
hindrance.

GRACE.

[_With a sigh of relief._] Oh, I was so afraid you meant....

PEGGY.

Is there anything else you want me for, mum?

GRACE.

No, Peggy.

PEGGY.

Then I’ll say good evening, mum.

GRACE.

Good evening, Peggy.

     [_She watches_ PEGGY _go out, then she gives a little moan of
     despair_.

GRACE.

No, I couldn’t, I couldn’t.

  EDITH LEWIS _comes in gaily_.

EDITH LEWIS.

There you are! I thought you were in your room. Your maid said you
hadn’t come up yet.

GRACE.

[_Wearily._] I was just going.

EDITH LEWIS.

[_With a smile._] I’ve got something dreadfully important to ask you.

GRACE.

[_Forcing a smile._] What is it?

EDITH LEWIS.

Well, I want to know if you’re going to wear the grey satin you wore on
Saturday. You see, I only brought three dinner dresses down with me, and
one of them’s a grey, only it’s much more slaty than yours, and it’ll
look so cold beside it. So I shan’t put it on if you’re going to wear
yours.

GRACE.

[_Dully._] No, I won’t wear my grey satin.

EDITH LEWIS.

What are you going to wear?

GRACE.

I don’t know.

EDITH LEWIS.

But you must know.

GRACE.

Does it matter?

EDITH LEWIS.

I don’t want to clash with you.

GRACE.

[_Clenching her hands to prevent herself from screaming._] I won’t put
on anything that’ll interfere with your grey.

EDITH LEWIS.

Thank you. Now I can be quite happy. I say, we shall be so late.

     [_She runs off._ GRACE _gives a little answering laugh to hers; and
     as_ EDITH LEWIS _goes out, it lengthens into a mirthless, low,
     hysterical peal, broken with sobs_.

END OF THE SECOND ACT




THE THIRD ACT


     [_The dining-room at Kenyon Fulton. It is a fine room with French
     windows leading into the garden. On the walls are departed Insoleys
     of the last two or three generations, stiff ladies and gentlemen of
     the Victorian era, military-looking fellows in the uniform of the
     early nineteenth century, and ungainly Georgian squires with their
     wives in powdered hair. Between the windows, standing well away
     from the wall, rather far back, is a round table laid out for
     breakfast. On the Sheraton sideboard is a cloth, a stand for
     keeping dishes warm, a large ham, and plates and forks and spoons.
     Against the wall opposite the sideboard are a row of chairs, and
     there are half a dozen chairs round the table. There are doors
     right and left._

     _It is the morning after the events which occur in the Second Act,
     and when the curtain rises prayers have just finished._ CLAUDE _is
     seated at the table with an immense prayer-book and a still larger
     Bible in front of him. The rest of the party are rising to their
     feet. They have been kneeling against various chairs. They consist
     of_ MRS. INSOLEY, MISS HALL, _and_ MISS VERNON. _Well away from
     them, emphasising the fact that even the Almighty must recognise
     the difference between the gentry and their inferiors, have been
     praying the servants. They have been kneeling against the row of
     chairs that line the wall, according to their precedence, ranging
     from the_ COOK _at one end to the_ BUTLER _at the other; and they
     consist of the_ COOK, _obese, elderly and respectable_, MRS.
     INSOLEY’S MAID, _two_ HOUSEMAIDS, _the_ KITCHENMAID, _the_ FOOTMAN,
     _and_ MOORE _the butler. When they have scrambled to their feet
     they pause for a moment to gather themselves together, and, headed
     by the_ COOK, _walk out. The_ BUTLER _takes the Bible and the
     prayer-book off the table and carries them away_. CLAUDE _gets up.
     He takes up his letters and the_ Times, _which he puts under his
     arm_.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I didn’t see Grace’s maid, Claude.

CLAUDE.

I dare say Grace couldn’t spare her.

MRS. INSOLEY.

If Grace were more punctual she wouldn’t be obliged to deprive her maid
of the pleasure and the duty of attending morning prayers.

MISS HALL.

I didn’t see your maid either, Miss Vernon.

MISS VERNON.

She’s a Roman Catholic.

MRS. INSOLEY.

A <DW7>, Helen? Isn’t that very risky?

MISS VERNON.

Good gracious me, why?

MRS. INSOLEY.

Aren’t you afraid she’ll corrupt the other servants?

MISS VERNON.

[_With a smile._] She’s a highly respectable person of well over forty.

MRS. INSOLEY.

She must be very flighty. I would as soon have an atheist.

MISS HALL.

I would never dream of having a Romish maid myself.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Is there any likelihood of your having a maid at all, Louisa?

MISS HALL.

No, Mrs. Insoley.

MRS. INSOLEY.

In that case I can’t quite see what is the use of your having an opinion
on the subject.

CLAUDE.

[_Looking up from his letters, with a smile._] Miss Hall was only making
a general reflection.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I don’t like general reflections at the breakfast table.

     [_During the next few speeches the_ BUTLER _and the_ FOOTMAN _come
     in with covered entrée dishes which they put on the sideboard,
     coffee and milk in silver pots, and tea. They go out._ CLAUDE
     _retires to the window to read his letters_.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I suppose you have prayers at Foley, Helen?

MISS VERNON.

I’m afraid I don’t. It makes me feel rather shy to read them.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I don’t see why it should. It doesn’t make me feel shy.

MISS HALL.

You read them so well, Mrs. Insoley.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I never forget while I’m reading them that I’m a woman of birth and a
woman of property.

MISS VERNON.

And then I always think the servants hate them.

MRS. INSOLEY.

The more they hate them, the better it is for them. That is life, my
dear Helen. It’s a very good thing to begin the day by making it
distinctly understood that masters are masters and servants are
servants.

MISS HALL.

And I think servants like that, Mrs. Insoley.

MRS. INSOLEY.

It is not a matter of interest to me if they like it or not, Louisa. I
have the authority of my maker for it, and that is quite enough for me.

  CENTER
  HENRY COBBETT _comes in_.

COBBETT.

I’m sorry I’m late.

MRS. INSOLEY.

When breakfast’s at ten o’clock I cannot imagine why people shouldn’t be
punctual.

COBBETT.

Neither can I. [_Going to the sideboard._] Let’s have a look at the
food.

MRS. INSOLEY.

See if there’s anything I’d like, Louisa.

COBBETT.

[_Taking off the covers._] There’s fried sole--eggs and bacon.

MRS. INSOLEY.

The staple of every middle-class hotel in the kingdom.

COBBETT.

And devilled kidneys.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I’ll begin with fried sole, and then I’ll have eggs and bacon, Louisa.

CLAUDE.

[_Coming forward._] Oh, I’m sorry. Is there anything I can get you?

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Chaffing her fellow-guest._] And then, if Mr. Cobbett has left any,
perhaps I’ll see if I can eat a devilled kidney.

COBBETT.

[_With a chuckle._] Mr. Cobbett thinks he’ll have to look nippy to get
anything at all.

CLAUDE.

[_To_ MISS VERNON.] I wonder what I can tempt you with?

MISS VERNON.

I think I’ll have some fried sole.

CLAUDE.

That’s the beauty of the country. One does relish one’s breakfast,
doesn’t one?

     [_He hands a plate to_ MISS VERNON, _and sits down with another for
     himself. As he does this he takes the_ Times _from under his arm
     and sits on it_.

MISS VERNON.

[_With a smile at his peculiarity._] Is there anything in the _Times_,
Claude?

CLAUDE.

I haven’t read it yet.

MRS. INSOLEY.

In some ways you’re much more of a Bainbridge than an Insoley, Claude.
My father used always to sit on the _Times_ so that no one should read
it before him.

CLAUDE.

I must say I don’t like to have my paper messed about by a lot of people
before I’ve had a chance of looking at it. Half the pleasure of reading
the _Times_ is reading it first. Besides, the _Morning Post_ and the
_Mail_ are on the sideboard for anyone who wants them.

  EDITH LEWIS _comes in_.

EDITH.

Oh, I know I’m dreadfully late. Everybody’s going to scold me. And I’m
so sorry.

COBBETT.

[_Imitating_ MRS. INSOLEY.] When breakfast’s at ten o’clock I cannot
imagine why people shouldn’t be punctual.

EDITH.

[_Smiling._] Isn’t Grace down yet? [_To_ CLAUDE, _who rises to give her
something to eat_.] No, don’t bother. I’ll help myself.

MRS. INSOLEY.

When I was mistress of this house breakfast was served punctually at
eight o’clock every morning.

COBBETT.

[_Flippantly._] It must have seemed just like supper. Did you have it
the last thing before going to bed?

MRS. INSOLEY.

I made no exceptions. The day after my cousin James broke his neck in
the hunting-field and was brought to this very house on a stretcher, I
came down as the clock struck. And a very hearty breakfast I ate too.

COBBETT.

Perhaps he didn’t leave you anything.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_With a chuckle._] On the contrary, he left me all his debts.

  CENTER
  _Enter_ GRACE.

GRACE.

Good morning.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Good afternoon, Grace.

GRACE.

Am I late? I think punctuality’s the most detestable of all the virtues.

MRS. INSOLEY.

It’s a royal virtue, my dear.

GRACE.

In that case, as a member of the middle classes, it’s not surprising
that I don’t practise it.

CLAUDE.

What can I get you, darling?

GRACE.

Is there anything nice to eat?

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_With a grim smile._] That is a matter of opinion.

CLAUDE.

There’s fried sole and eggs and bacon.

GRACE.

Oh, I don’t think I’ll have anything. I’ll just have some tea and
toast.

CLAUDE.

My dear, you’re not off your feed, are you?

MRS. INSOLEY.

Grace has probably been stuffing herself with bread and butter in her
room. I have no patience with the new-fangled custom of giving people
tea when they wake up. I never give it to my guests.

COBBETT.

Then don’t ask me to come and stay with you.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Delighted with the opportunity he has given her._] It may surprise
you, but I have no intention of doing so.

COBBETT.

[_Cheerfully._] There now. And I thought I’d made such an impression on
you, Mrs. Insoley.

MRS. INSOLEY.

That’s why I couldn’t risk asking you to stay with me. Perhaps at my age
I am safe from your blandishments, but Louisa is extremely susceptible.

MISS HALL.

Oh, Mrs. Insoley, how can you! Why, Mr. Cobbett must be ten years
younger than I am.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I should put it at fifteen.

COBBETT.

Don’t dash my hopes to the ground, Miss Hall. I was flattering myself
you didn’t look upon me altogether with indifference.

     [ARCHIBALD INSOLEY _comes in from the garden_.

ARCHIBALD.

Ah, I thought I’d find you still at breakfast.

CLAUDE.

We’re a lazy lot. I suppose you’ve been up and about for the last two
hours.

GRACE.

[_Looking at him._] Is anything the matter?

ARCHIBALD.

Yes.

CLAUDE.

I thought you looked a bit odd.

ARCHIBALD.

A most awful thing has happened. I’ve only just heard of it.

CLAUDE.

[_Getting up from his chair._] What is it, old man?

     [_By this time the breakfasters are disturbed; there is a certain
     embarrassment about them; they are suffering from the awkwardness
     people feel when they see some one in a condition of distress, but
     do not suppose it has anything to do with themselves._

ARCHIBALD.

You’d better come along with me to the smoking-room.

GRACE.

It’s too late to make a secret of it, Archibald. You’d better tell us
all.

CLAUDE.

Fire away, old man.

ARCHIBALD.

[_After a moment’s hesitation._] Peggy Gann has killed herself.

     [GRACE _springs to her feet with a cry_.

CLAUDE.

[_Looking at_ GRACE.] My God.

     [GRACE _comes forward, horror on her face, and walks unsteadily to
     a chair. She sinks into it and stares in front of her._

CLAUDE.

Why on earth did she do it?

GRACE.

How horrible!

CLAUDE.

[_Going up to her, about to put his hand on her shoulder._] Grace.

GRACE.

[_With a shiver._] Don’t touch me.

     [_He stops and looks at her, puzzled and unhappy._

ARCHIBALD.

You’d better come along.

CLAUDE.

[_With his eyes on_ GRACE.] I feel I ought to do something. I don’t know
what to do.

ARCHIBALD.

I’m afraid there’s nothing much that can be done.

CLAUDE.

I’d better go and see Gann, hadn’t I?

MRS. INSOLEY.

Won’t you finish your breakfast before you go, Claude?

CLAUDE.

Oh, I can’t eat anything more.

     [_He goes out with_ ARCHIBALD.

MISS HALL.

What a dreadful thing.

     [GRACE _gets up and goes to the window_.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Where are you going, Grace?

GRACE.

[_Almost beside herself._] For heaven’s sake, leave me alone.

     [_She stands with her back to the rest of the party, looking out of
     the window. There is a little awkward pause._

MRS. INSOLEY.

Louisa, get me some of those devilled kidneys that Mr. Cobbett has been
making so much fuss about.

COBBETT.

Let me.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Louisa will get them. She likes to wait on me herself. Don’t you,
Louisa?

MISS HALL.

Yes, Mrs. Insoley.

     [MISS VERNON _pushes back her chair_.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Have you finished, Helen?

MISS VERNON.

Yes.

MRS. INSOLEY.

You’ve eaten nothing.

MISS VERNON.

I couldn’t.

     [MISS VERNON _looks as if she were going to speak to_ GRACE, _but
     she changes her mind and merely sits down in another chair. Every
     now and then she looks up at_ GRACE.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I cannot imagine why anyone should be upset because an abandoned hussy
has been so wicked as to destroy herself.

COBBETT.

Well, it hasn’t taken my appetite away, at all events.

MRS. INSOLEY.

If we were honest with ourselves, Mr. Cobbett, we should acknowledge
that nobody’s death is important enough to interfere with one’s
appetite.

MISS HALL.

Oh, Mrs. Insoley, how can you say such a thing?

MRS. INSOLEY.

Louisa, I’ve been like a mother to you for ten years. Would you eat one
potato less for your dinner if I were found dead in my bed to-morrow
morning?

MISS HALL.

[_Taking out her handkerchief._] Oh, yes, Mrs. Insoley. I really, really
would.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Touched._] You are a good girl, Louisa, and you may have that black
lace shawl of mine. If you mend it carefully, it’ll last you for years.

MISS HALL.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Insoley. You are so kind to me.

EDITH.

D’you think I ought to offer to go away to-day? I was going to stay till
to-morrow.

COBBETT.

I was going to-day in any case. I’m due to stay with some people in
Wiltshire.

MRS. INSOLEY.

You seem to be in great demand.

COBBETT.

I have a very pleasant fund of small talk.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I’m afraid this is not an occasion upon which you’ll find it of any use.

     [_There is a moment’s pause._

EDITH.

I’m going into the garden.

COBBETT.

Come on. I’m dying for a smoke.

     [_She gets up and walks out through the French windows._ COBBETT
     _follows her_.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Getting up from the table._] I think you should remember, my dear
Grace, that suicide is not only very wicked, but very cowardly. I have
no patience with the sentimentalities of the present day. Our fathers
buried people who were sinful enough to destroy themselves at the
cross-roads with a stake in their insides. And it served them right.

     [GRACE _does not answer_. MRS. INSOLEY, _with a shrug of the
     shoulders, walks out of the room, followed by_ MISS HALL. _As soon
     as_ GRACE _hears the door shut she turns round with an exclamation,
     half-smothered, of impatient anger_.

GRACE.

Oh, did you hear? They have the heart to chatter like that when that
unhappy girl is lying dead. They haven’t a word of pity. It seems to
mean nothing to them that she sacrificed herself. If she died, it was to
save her father, so that he shouldn’t be thrown out of work in his old
age. And they call her wicked and sinful.

MISS VERNON.

But is that anything new to you? Haven’t you noticed that people always
rather resent the heroism of others? They don’t like the claim it makes
on _them_, and the easiest way to defend themselves is with a sneer.

GRACE.

I might have saved her life if I’d chosen, but I hadn’t the courage.

MISS VERNON.

[_Afraid that she is going to blurt out a secret which had much better
not be referred to._] Grace, don’t be stupid.

GRACE.

Once I suspected what she was going to do, but she was too clever for
me. I so wanted to believe it was all right. I wanted her to go away
quietly.

MISS VERNON.

[_Trying to calm her._] Lots of women have been in difficulties before,
and they haven’t killed themselves. There must have been some kink in
her nature. I suppose the instinct of life wasn’t so strong as it is
with most of us, and--and she would have committed suicide for almost
any reason.

GRACE.

There was only one thing to say, and I didn’t say it. I couldn’t.

MISS VERNON.

My dear, for heaven’s sake pull yourself together.

GRACE.

D’you know why Claude was so determined she should go? Because he
couldn’t bear that _I_ should come in contact with a woman who’d done
wrong.

MISS VERNON.

[_Looking down._] I had an idea that was at the back of his mind.

GRACE.

[_With sudden suspicion._] Why should you know what Claude feels better
than I do?

MISS VERNON.

[_Fearing she has given herself away._] It was a mere guess on my part.

GRACE.

[_With a keen look at her._] When I asked you the other day whether
you’d been very much in love with Claude, you wouldn’t answer.

MISS VERNON.

[_Smiling._] I really thought it was no business of yours.

GRACE.

[_Gravely._] Are you in love with him still?

     [MISS VERNON _is about to break out indignantly, but quickly
     controls herself_.

MISS VERNON.

Yes, I suppose I am.

GRACE.

Much?

MISS VERNON.

_Hoarsely._] Yes.

     [_There is a pause._

GRACE.

D’you know that my mother-in-law would give half her fortune to
know--what you know? She’s been on the look-out to trip me up for years.
It only wants a hint, and she can be trusted to make the most of it.

MISS VERNON.

My dear, I haven’t a notion what you’re talking about.

GRACE.

[_With a shrug of the shoulders._] How did you find out?

     [MISS VERNON _looks at her for a moment, then looks away in
     embarrassment_.

MISS VERNON.

I suspected before. In those circumstances hardly any men seem able to
help a sort of proprietary air. He rather gave it away, you know.... And
then yesterday I felt quite certain.

GRACE.

I’m in your hands. What are you going to do?

MISS VERNON.

My dear, what can I do? Claude wouldn’t love me more because he loved
you less.

GRACE.

You must utterly despise me.

MISS VERNON.

No.... I feel awfully sorry for Claude.

GRACE.

[_Almost jealously._] Claude’s your first thought always.

MISS VERNON.

He’s been the whole world to me since I was a girl of sixteen.

GRACE.

Is that why you never married?

MISS VERNON.

I suppose it is.

GRACE.

I never dreamt that anyone could care for Claude like that. I suppose
you see something in him that I’ve never seen.... He has a hundred
different ways of getting on my nerves.

MISS VERNON.

You see, I’m not irritated by the mannerisms that irritate you.

GRACE.

[_Reflectively._] Real love accepts them, I suppose.

MISS VERNON.

It wants them even because it’s something individual to cling to.... And
then it laughs at them a little, and the best love of all includes a
sense of humour.

GRACE.

It’s made me feel so strange to know that you love him, Helen. It’s
given him something that he’s never had before.

MISS VERNON.

I don’t suppose any woman likes her husband less because she knows that
another woman is eating her heart out for him.

GRACE.

[_Slowly._] I wonder if I’ve misjudged him all these years.... D’you
think I found him shallow because there was no depth in me, and narrow
because I was narrow myself.

     [_Enter_ CLAUDE INSOLEY. GRACE _turns to him quickly_.

GRACE.

Did you see Gann?

CLAUDE.

[_Touching the bell._] No, he wasn’t at the cottage. I’ve sent for him
and told him to come here.

GRACE.

They know where he is then?

CLAUDE.

Yes, worse luck. He’s been soaking at the public-house since it opened.

MISS VERNON.

But when did it happen?

CLAUDE.

Peggy, d’you mean? She did it last night.

GRACE.

Last night? But why have we only just heard of it?

CLAUDE.

[_Deeply discouraged._] Because they don’t come to us any more when
they’re in trouble. They keep it to themselves.

     [MOORE _answers the bell_.

CLAUDE.

Oh, Moore, when Gann comes let me know. I’ll come and see him at once.

MOORE.

He’s here now, sir.

CLAUDE.

Is he? I didn’t expect him yet. All right.

GRACE.

Won’t you let him come here, Claude? I should like to speak to him too.

CLAUDE.

I don’t think you’d better see him if he’s been drinking. He may be
going to make himself rather objectionable.

GRACE.

I must say to him what I’ve got on my heart, Claude.

CLAUDE.

Very well. [_To_ MOORE.] Tell Gann to come here.

MOORE.

Very good, sir.

     [_Exit._

MISS VERNON.

I dare say you’d like me to leave you.

GRACE.

You don’t mind, do you?

     [_With a shake of the head and a smile_ MISS VERNON _goes out_.
     CLAUDE _looks a little uncertainly at his wife. He seeks for
     something to say._

CLAUDE.

What a nice woman that is! I can’t imagine why Archibald doesn’t hurry
up and marry her.

GRACE.

Perhaps he’s not in love with her.

CLAUDE.

Any man in his senses would be in love with her.

     [GRACE _does not answer, but she gives him a curious glance_. MOORE
     _opens the door to show_ GANN _in_. GANN _is dishevelled and
     untidy, his face haggard and drawn. He is not exactly drunk, but he
     is stupefied, partly with liquor and partly with grief. He carries
     his gun. He comes in, his cap on his head, and stands clumsily near
     the door._

CLAUDE.

Take off your cap, Gann.

     [GANN _looks at him unsteadily and slowly takes off his cap_.

GANN.

Did you want to speak to me, Squire?

CLAUDE.

I’ve just been round to your cottage, Gann. I saw Peggy.... I want to
tell you how awfully sorry I am for what’s happened. I can never forgive
myself.

     [GANN _steps forward with a lurch and faces_ CLAUDE.

GANN.

What d’you want me for? Couldn’t you let me be? D’you still want me to
go?

CLAUDE.

No. That’s what I wanted to tell you.

GANN.

Give us time and we’ll clear. We don’t want long. Give us time to bury
the girl. That’s all we want.

     [GRACE _gives an exclamation of horror_.

CLAUDE.

I hope you’ll stay. I want to do everything I can to make up for your
loss. I want you to know that I blame myself most awfully.

GANN.

Will that bring ’er back to life, d’you think?

CLAUDE.

I’d give anything for this horrible accident not to have happened.
[_With a look at Grace._] I’m afraid it’s my fault.

GANN.

She killed ’erself so as I shouldn’t be turned off. That’s why she
killed ’erself. You’re a hard master--you always was. She thought it was
the only way to save me from the work’us.

CLAUDE.

[_Very awkwardly._] In future I’ll try to be different. I didn’t think I
was hard. I thought I was only just.

GRACE.

It was a cruel rule.

CLAUDE.

I thought I was only doing my duty.

GANN.

She was a good girl, after all, Squire, a good girl.

CLAUDE.

I’m sure she was.

GANN.

It’s easy enough for you people to keep straight. You don’t ’ave
temptations like we ’ave.

CLAUDE.

No, that’s true enough. I suppose it’s not really very hard for us to be
moderately decent.

GRACE.

[_In a choking voice._] Where is the child now, Gann?

GANN.

[_Violently._] D’you want that too? Ain’t you satisfied yet? Has the
child got to go before I stay?

GRACE.

No, no. I only wanted to know if there was anything I could do. I wanted
to help you.

GANN.

I don’t want your ’elp. I only want you to let me work and earn my
wages.

CLAUDE.

That you shall do, I promise you.

GANN.

Can I go now? I’ve got a deal to do this morning.

CLAUDE.

Yes.... Will you shake hands with me before you go?

GANN.

What good’ll that do you?

     [CLAUDE _gives a gesture of discouragement_.

CLAUDE.

I can only repeat that I’m most awfully sorry. I’m afraid there’s
absolutely nothing I can do to make up for your great loss.... You can
go now.

     [GANN _turns to go, while_ CLAUDE _and_ GRACE _watch him silently.
     Suddenly he comes back and thrusts his gun into_ CLAUDE’S _hand_.

GANN.

Look ’ere, Squire, you take my gun. I ain’t fit to keep it.

CLAUDE.

[_Sharply._] What the devil d’you mean?

GANN.

Last night when the liquor was in me I swore I’d blow your brains out
and swing for it. Don’t let me ’ave the gun. I’m not fit to keep it yet.
If I get on the drink again I’ll kill you.

CLAUDE.

What the dickens d’you mean by speaking to me like that! Of course you
must have your gun. I can’t allow you to neglect your work.

GRACE.

[_Almost in a whisper._] Claude, take care.

CLAUDE.

[_Looking at the lock._] Why isn’t it loaded?

GANN.

They took the cartridges out. I was about mad, and I don’t know what I
said. If I’d come across you then--you wouldn’t be standing where you
are now.

CLAUDE.

I suppose you take eights?

     [GRACE _and_ GANN _both look at him_. GRACE _gives a start when she
     realises what he is going to do_.

GANN.

That’s right.

     [CLAUDE _nods and goes to the door. He hesitates, with a look at_
     GRACE.

GRACE.

I shall be all right.

     [_He goes out. In a moment he comes back with two cartridges. He
     puts them in the gun, and hands it back to the gamekeeper._

CLAUDE.

Here you are. I don’t think I’m afraid. I’ll take my chance of your
wanting to shoot me.

     [GANN _takes the gun, and his hands close round it convulsively. He
     half raises it._ CLAUDE _goes to the door through which he has just
     come, and closes it. Then, almost mastered by the temptation_, GANN
     _pulls himself together and advances a step towards his master_.
     GRACE _gives a stifled cry_. CLAUDE _turns round and faces the
     man_.

CLAUDE.

That’ll do, Gann. I don’t think I have anything more to say to you. You
can go.

     [GANN _struggles to command himself. His fingers itch to shoot,
     but_ CLAUDE’S _unconcern prevents him_.

GANN.

By God!

     [_He turns round to go, and flings the gun violently from him._

CLAUDE.

[_Peremptorily._] Gann, take your gun.

     [_The man stops, looks at his master, and then, cowed, picks it up.
     He lurches heavily out of the room. There is a pause._ GRACE _draws
     a long breath_.

GRACE.

I’m glad you did that, Claude.

CLAUDE.

[_Thinking she refers to his attempts at apology._] It was very
difficult to know what to say to him.

GRACE.

I didn’t mean that. I meant, I’m glad you made him take the gun.

CLAUDE.

Oh! Hang it all, you didn’t think I was likely to be frightened of one
of my own servants, did you?

GRACE.

[_In a low voice._] I was rather afraid he was going to shoot you.

CLAUDE.

So was I. But I felt pretty sure he saw two of me, and I thought he’d
probably shoot at the wrong one.

GRACE.

You’re very plucky.

CLAUDE.

Rot! [_He hesitates for a moment._] Grace, I’m afraid you think I’ve
been an awful skunk.

GRACE.

[_With a quick look at him._] We none of us knew anything like this was
going to happen.

CLAUDE.

Will you forgive me?

GRACE.

[_Startled._] I?

CLAUDE.

I’ve been feeling such an awful cad. If I’d only done what you wanted me
to, this wouldn’t have happened.

GRACE.

That’s not _your_ fault. I didn’t say--what I should have said to make
you change your mind.

CLAUDE.

It rather put my back up that you should be so set on letting Peggy
stay. But it struck me afterwards, of course you couldn’t feel the same
about it as I did. I think if one’s awfully straight, one’s full of
charity, don’t you know.

GRACE.

My dear Claude, you talk as if I were a girl of eighteen.

CLAUDE.

I don’t suppose you remember, but when Archibald told us, I wanted to
say something to you....

GRACE.

Yes, your first thought was for me, wasn’t it?

CLAUDE.

[_Going on._] And I came near you. And--and you sort of shuddered, and
said: “For God’s sake, don’t touch me!”

GRACE.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be unkind.

CLAUDE.

No, I know you didn’t. It just came out unawares. And--oh, Grace, I
couldn’t bear to think you--you couldn’t stick me, don’t you know.... I
suppose I’m a damned fool, but I haven’t made you hate and loathe me,
have I?

GRACE.

I’m not worth so much troubling about, Claude.

CLAUDE.

I can’t help it. You’ve just somehow got in my blood and bones, and if
it didn’t sound such drivel, I’d say you meant everything in the world
to me. Only you just laugh at me when I say things like that.

GRACE.

[_Explaining to herself rather than to him._] It’s very hard for all of
us to say what we mean. The words we use are so frayed. One ought to
guess at--at the soul within them.

CLAUDE.

I’ve been trying to think about Gann and his daughter, but I can’t
really think of anything but you.

GRACE.

You know, Claude, no one’s so wonderful as you think me. I’m no longer
so young as all that, and you’re the only person who ever thought me
very pretty.

CLAUDE.

I don’t mind. Sometimes, so that my love should mean more to you, don’t
you know, I’ve wanted you to get older quickly, and I’ve wanted you to
be plain.

GRACE.

[_With a little hysterical laugh._] Oh, my dear, what a horrible
prospect.

CLAUDE.

Don’t laugh at me now, Grace.

GRACE.

[_With tears in her voice._] I’m not laughing at you. God knows I’m not
laughing at you.

CLAUDE.

I’m such an ass at explaining myself. What I want to make you understand
is that I don’t love you for anything that other people could love you
for. I love you because you’re you, don’t you know. Because you’re so
awfully good and straight. And you know I respect you so awfully.

GRACE.

[_In a hoarse voice._] I’m not good, Claude.

CLAUDE.

If I didn’t believe it, I should think the world a pretty rotten place.

GRACE.

I haven’t been the sort of wife you wanted. I felt that always.

CLAUDE.

You’ve been the only woman in the world for me. Always.

GRACE.

[_Deeply moved._] Not many women can say that, can they? One ought to be
very grateful.

CLAUDE.

D’you remember the first time I ever saw you?

GRACE.

[_Looking away from him._] I wonder you didn’t marry Helen Vernon years
before you came across me.

CLAUDE.

Hang it all, why on earth should I have done that!

GRACE.

Your mother was very anxious that you should.

CLAUDE.

I was just as little in love with Helen Vernon as she was in love with
me.

GRACE.

I can’t help seeing that she would have made you a much better wife than
I have. She would have understood you. I don’t think I ever understood
you. I’ve been a wretched failure, Claude.

CLAUDE.

Darling, how can you talk such rot?

GRACE.

She might have had children. You wanted them so much, Claude, and I
haven’t given you any.

CLAUDE.

That’s been hard luck on both of us, darling.

GRACE.

[_With deep feeling._] It might have made all the difference.

CLAUDE.

If I wanted children it was chiefly because I thought you’d be happier.
You wouldn’t have minded the dull life down here then. And you might
have cared a bit more for me because I was their father.

GRACE.

It all comes back to me, doesn’t it? I’m in all your thoughts always.

CLAUDE.

D’you mind?

GRACE.

I’m so ashamed.

     [ARCHIBALD _comes in from the hall_.

ARCHIBALD.

Oh, Claude, I met the coroner’s officer on my way along here. He wants
to see you.

CLAUDE.

All right. I’ll come. Is he in the hall?

ARCHIBALD.

[_With a nod._] I told him you knew nothing more than I’d said. But I’m
afraid they’ll call you at the inquest.

CLAUDE.

The only thing’s to grin and bear it.

     [_They go out._ GRACE _sinks into a chair at the writing-table and
     buries her face in her hands. In a moment_ HENRY COBBETT _enters.
     She starts up when she hears his footstep on the gravel. He has his
     hat in his hand and his coat over his arm._

COBBETT.

I’m just starting. I was looking for you to say good-bye.

GRACE.

Is it time for you to go already? I didn’t know it was late.

COBBETT.

Thanks awfully for putting me up. It’s been perfectly topping.

GRACE.

It was nice of you to come. I hope you’ll run down again one of these
days.

COBBETT.

[_In a lower tone._] I suppose you never want to set eyes on me again.

GRACE.

Never.

COBBETT.

You’re not awfully unhappy, are you?

GRACE.

[_With something between a sob and a chuckle._] Awfully.

COBBETT.

I’m dreadfully sorry.

GRACE.

That doesn’t do me much good, does it?

COBBETT.

If there’s anything I can do, I’d like awfully to do it if you’d let me.

GRACE.

No, whatever happens no one can help me but myself.

COBBETT.

I shouldn’t have played the fool if I’d thought you were going to take
things so much to heart.

GRACE.

[_Ironically._] That’s the nuisance of women, isn’t it? They _will_ make
an affair of what’s really only an episode.

COBBETT.

You have a way of saying things that makes one feel an awful bounder.
After all, one can’t help falling in love, and one’s not a blackguard
because one falls out of it.

GRACE.

D’you remember asking me yesterday if I was beginning to care for Claude
differently?

COBBETT.

Yes.

GRACE.

I love him as I never thought it was possible to love. I don’t know why
I love him. It’s come to me suddenly. I--oh, I can’t tell you what it
is. It’s like hunger in my soul. And I’m frightened.

COBBETT.

I should have thought that made everything all right.

GRACE.

It’s come too late. I’m--soiled. Afterwards--you know what I mean, when
you and I--the first thing I felt was surprise because I found myself no
different. I thought when a woman had done that everything would seem
altered. But I felt just the same as before. It’s only now. It’s like
the stain of blood--don’t you remember--not all the perfumes of
Arabia....

COBBETT.

[_Worried and moved._] You know, it’s absurd to take it like that.

GRACE.

[_With increasing agitation._] Oh, what have I done! If I’d only had the
strength to resist! It’s now that I see it all, the utter degradation of
it, the hateful ugliness. Oh, I loathe myself. How can I take my heart
to Claude when there’s you standing between us?

COBBETT.

I’m awfully sorry, Grace.

GRACE.

I’d give anything in the world if I hadn’t done what I have done. I
might be so happy now. I haven’t a chance. The fates are against me.
What’s the good of loving Claude now--I’m not fit to be his wife.

     [_She is beside herself._ COBBETT, _not knowing what to do, stands
     looking at her. The sound is heard of a motor-horn blowing._

COBBETT.

[_With a slight start._] What’s that?

GRACE.

It’s Rooney. He’s afraid you’ll miss the train. You’d better hurry up.

COBBETT.

I can’t leave you like this.

GRACE.

[_Ironically._] I shouldn’t like you to miss your train.

COBBETT.

I suppose you hate and loathe me.

GRACE.

I’d wish you were dead, only it wouldn’t do me much good, would it?

COBBETT.

[_Reflectively._] The fact is, only the wicked should sin.... When the
virtuous do things they shouldn’t they do make such an awful hash of it.

     [MOORE _comes in followed by the_ FOOTMAN.

GRACE.

What is it?

MOORE.

I was going to clear away, madam.

GRACE.

Oh, yes, I forgot. [_Holding out her hand to_ COBBETT.] You’ll have to
look sharp.

END OF THE THIRD ACT




THE FOURTH ACT


     THE SCENE _is the same as in the first and second Acts, the
     drawing-room at Kenyon-Fulton_.

     _Two days have elapsed. It is about twelve o’clock in the morning._
     MRS. INSOLEY _is seated with her dog on her lap, and_ MISS HALL _is
     reading the leading article of the_ Times _to her_.

MISS HALL.

[_Reading._] “ ... to whom it would give the suffrage are marked off
from all citizens who have ever and anywhere enjoyed the franchise in
great civil communities by physical differences which no legislation can
affect. Women, they insist, pay rates and taxes as men do, and
therefore, they argue, women ought to vote as men do. But rates and
taxes may be imposed or abolished by legislation. Men may become
ratepayers and taxpayers, or cease to be ratepayers and taxpayers. The
one thing that no enthusiasm, no reasoning, no eloquence,
demonstrations, or statutes can achieve is to make a woman a man.”

MRS. INSOLEY.

How true that is, Louisa.

MISS HALL.

I’ve always thought exactly the same myself, Mrs. Insoley.

MRS. INSOLEY.

And there’s another thing, Louisa. No man can become a mother.

MISS HALL.

[_Reflectively._] No, I suppose not.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Have you any doubts on the subject, Louisa?

MISS HALL.

Oh, no, Mrs. Insoley.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Ironically._] You may take it from me that no man can become a mother.
And apparently very few women either nowadays.

     [ARCHIBALD INSOLEY _comes in_.

ARCHIBALD.

Good morning, mother.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Good morning, my dear.

     [_He bends down and kisses her._

ARCHIBALD.

Good morning, Miss Hall.

MISS HALL.

Good morning.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Louisa, you may read the rest of that article to yourself in the garden.

MISS HALL.

[_Getting up._] Very well, Mrs. Insoley. Shall I take the dog?

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Handing it over._] Yes. And be very careful with him. He says he’s not
very well to-day.

     [MISS HALL _takes the dog and goes out_.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I’m glad to have an opportunity of talking to you, Archibald. I’ve
fancied that you’ve been rather avoiding me the last day or two.

ARCHIBALD.

[_Cheerfully._] Oh, no, my dear mother.

MRS. INSOLEY.

When I asked Grace to invite Helen Vernon to stay here for a few days,
it was in the confident hope that you would make her a proposal of
marriage.

ARCHIBALD.

I respect and esteem Miss Vernon, but I confess that no warmer feeling
has ever entered my bosom.

MRS. INSOLEY.

It’s not necessary that warm feelings should enter a clergyman’s bosom,
Archibald. She’s of very good family indeed, and an heiress. Five
thousand acres and a house that’s only just been done up.

ARCHIBALD.

[_With a chuckle._] If there only weren’t a wife to be taken along with
the property!

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_With a twinkle in her eyes._] It shouldn’t be necessary for me to tell
a person of your profession that none of the pleasures of this world can
be had without some drawback.

ARCHIBALD.

What a pity it is you weren’t a man, mother. You would have made such a
bishop.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Are you trying to change the conversation, Archibald?

ARCHIBALD.

I don’t think it would be a bad idea.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Then I will only say one thing more. I am the meekest woman in the
world, and a lamb could lead me. But I should like to remind you that
the living of Kenyon-Fulton is not worth more than a hundred and seventy
a year, and if you can keep a curate and live like a gentleman it’s only
owing to my generosity.

ARCHIBALD.

I’m quite prepared to live on a hundred and seventy a year, mother. I
dare say it would have just as good an effect on my figure as matrimony.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Rather crossly._] I don’t know what you’re talking about, Archibald.

ARCHIBALD.

I understood you to recommend marriage as a sort of heroic remedy for
corpulence.

MRS. INSOLEY.

You have nothing against Helen, I presume?

ARCHIBALD.

[_Smiling._] I could have wished that fewer summers had passed over a
fringe which I shrewdly suspect to be artificial.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Of course it’s artificial, but you’re no chicken yourself, Archibald.

ARCHIBALD.

On the contrary, I’m much too old a bird to be caught by chaff.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I’m sure we don’t want another flighty young thing in the family.

ARCHIBALD.

I don’t think Grace has been very flighty the last day or two.

MRS. INSOLEY.

What’s the matter with her? She’s been going about with a face as long
as one of your sermons.

ARCHIBALD.

I’m afraid Peggy’s death upset her very much.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_Irritably._] That’s the worst of those sort of people, they have no
self-control. If she’s going to give way like this at the death of a
kitchen-maid, what on earth is she going to do at the death of a
duchess?

ARCHIBALD.

Is it a riddle, mother?

     [GRACE _comes in. She looks tired and worn. She is in a very
     nervous state. She gives the impression that any folly, any
     wildness may be expected from her._

GRACE.

Good morning, Archibald.

ARCHIBALD.

Good morning.

GRACE.

I thought you’d be at the inquest.

ARCHIBALD.

No. There was no need for me to go. And Claude seemed to think he’d
rather I didn’t.

MRS. INSOLEY.

What is this?

ARCHIBALD.

The inquest on Peggy Gann.

GRACE.

Have you seen Claude?

ARCHIBALD.

He looked in at the Rectory for five minutes. I’m afraid he’s awfully
worried.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I have no patience with Claude. He should have more self-respect than to
let such a thing worry him.

ARCHIBALD.

He’s afraid he may be asked some very unpleasant questions.

MRS. INSOLEY.

You seem entirely to forget the relative positions of the parties
concerned. If Claude doesn’t want to answer an impertinent question,
it’s the easiest thing in the world for him to fly into a passion and
refuse. Who is the coroner?

GRACE.

His name is Davies. He’s the local doctor.

MRS. INSOLEY.

You’re not going to suggest that the local doctor would dream of asking
a question unless he was quite sure Claude was prepared to answer it?

ARCHIBALD.

Davies is an advanced Radical. I’m afraid he may take the opportunity to
have a fling at Claude.

MRS. INSOLEY.

I’m all at sea. In my day we wouldn’t have stood a doctor for five
minutes who was a Radical. We’d have made life unbearable for him until
he became a Conservative or left the district.

ARCHIBALD.

[_With a shrug of the shoulders._] You’re looking rather dicky, Grace.

GRACE.

Oh, I’m quite well, thank you.

MRS. INSOLEY.

Am I mistaken in thinking you have rouge on your cheeks?

GRACE.

I’ve not been sleeping very well, and I didn’t want to look ill.

MRS. INSOLEY.

In my young days ladies did not paint their faces.

GRACE.

[_With suppressed rage._] We don’t live in your young days, and I’m not
a lady.

MRS. INSOLEY.

[_With a chuckle at the opportunity_ GRACE _has given her_.] As you are
my hostess, it would be insolent of me to contradict you, my dear Grace.

     [_Delighted with her repartee, she gets up and walks out of the
     room._ GRACE _goes up to the looking-glass over the chimney-piece
     and rubs her cheeks with a handkerchief_.

ARCHIBALD.

I wonder if you’d be very angry if I said something to you?

GRACE.

[_Icily._] Do you object to the way I do my hair, or is it the cut of
my skirt that doesn’t quite meet with your approval?

ARCHIBALD.

I was going to say something to you about Claude.

     [GRACE _gives a slight, an almost imperceptible start, but does not
     answer or look round_.

ARCHIBALD.

You know how funny he is. He doesn’t say much when anything’s on his
mind. But if one knows him well it’s not hard to tell when something’s
bothering him.... He’s awfully worried about you.

GRACE.

[_Still looking in the glass._] I don’t know why I should worry him now
more than I usually do.

ARCHIBALD.

He’s afraid you blame him for Peggy’s death.

GRACE.

Why should I?

ARCHIBALD.

He feels it was his fault.

GRACE.

I suppose it was in a way.

ARCHIBALD.

He’s so fond of you he can’t bear to think that--that it’s made a
difference to you.

GRACE.

Has he said anything to you about it?

ARCHIBALD.

No.

GRACE.

Perhaps it’s only your fancy. [_Turning round._] Why are you telling me
now?

ARCHIBALD.

I’m afraid he’ll have rather a rough time at the inquest. I thought you
might say something to buck him up a little. A word or two from you
would mean so much.

     [_There is a short pause._

GRACE.

I think it’s so strange that you should say all this to me now. It’s not
as if we’d ever been great friends, is it?

ARCHIBALD.

Our best friends are always those who put us in a good conceit of
ourselves. I always think it’s a dreadful thing when a man loses his
nerve.... You can do so much for Claude if you choose.

GRACE.

I think you exaggerate the influence I have over him. After all, he’s
always taken care to keep me and his life strictly apart.

ARCHIBALD.

I think you should remember that if he made a mistake it was an honest
one. He wouldn’t be human if he didn’t put his foot in it sometimes.

GRACE.

You speak as if I were perfection itself.

ARCHIBALD.

And then, if he was so determined not to break that particular rule of
the estate, it was partly for your sake, wasn’t it? Because he thought
it his duty to keep you from any possibility of contact with evil.

GRACE.

Did he tell you that?

ARCHIBALD.

No. It was not very difficult to guess.

GRACE.

I suppose not--for anyone who had eyes to see.

ARCHIBALD.

You will do your best, Grace?

GRACE.

What do you suggest I should do?

ARCHIBALD.

It’s very difficult for me to tell you. I think the chief thing is that
you should tell Claude--if you can--that you’re fond of him, and that,
whatever happens, you always will be fond of him.

GRACE.

[_Hoarsely._] That oughtn’t to be very hard. I love him with all my
heart and soul.

ARCHIBALD.

[_Smiling._] If you could only say that to him--just in that way, as if
you really felt it--you would make him so happy.

     [_There is a pause._ GRACE _puts her hands in front of her eyes,
     and she keeps them there for a moment so that she should not see_
     ARCHIBALD _while she is speaking_.

GRACE.

Archibald, I want to speak to you for a minute--as a clergyman.

ARCHIBALD.

My dear Grace, you frighten me.

GRACE.

I’m sorry if I’ve been often bitter and unkind to you. I’m ashamed when
I think of all the silly, cruel things I must have said to you during
the ten years I’ve lived here.

ARCHIBALD.

[_Cheerfully._] Oh, what nonsense! You’ve got a clever tongue, and like
most people who have, you can’t resist saying a sharp thing when it
strikes you.

GRACE.

I’ve often set out to wound you. I’ve been fiendish sometimes. I’d like
you to know that I’m grateful to you for being so patient with me. It
wouldn’t be surprising if you loathed me.

ARCHIBALD.

Oh, I think I’ve always had a very great affection for you, Grace. I
know you’ve often found life down here rather dull. If any allowances
have been necessary, I’ve been perfectly ready to make them.

GRACE.

I expect I was often unjust to you. I sometimes felt you weren’t quite
sincere.... I thought you’d only become a clergyman on account of the
living and the house.

ARCHIBALD.

Yes, I felt that. But I couldn’t bear you any ill-will on that account.
It was true.

     [GRACE _turns and looks at him with startled eyes_.

ARCHIBALD.

I’m afraid I’m not much in the way of parsons. My class means so much
more to me than my calling. I know it’s a mistake, and yet I can’t help
it. I’m bound down by conventions that I haven’t the will to escape
from. The day’s past of the family living, the perquisite of a younger
son, and I’m out of place here. I can’t feel that the position is mine
by right as my Uncle Robert felt before me, and I haven’t the enthusiasm
which might make me feel I’d earned it by my own efforts.

GRACE.

I’m so ashamed of myself. Because people didn’t carry their hearts on
their sleeves I thought they had no hearts at all.

ARCHIBALD.

For three years after I was ordained I was a curate at Wakefield. I was
worked so hard that I never had a moment to myself. I think those were
my happy days. And that’s what I ought to do now. I ought to exchange
all this for some living in a city, and do some real work before it’s
too late. But I haven’t the courage. And then I should do no good, for I
haven’t conviction. That’s why I have no influence in the parish. They
come to me for beef-tea and for coal-tickets, but when it’s real help
they want they go elsewhere. All I’m fit for is to hold a family living
and dine with the neighbouring gentry. You summed me up with the utmost
precision.

GRACE.

I don’t think so any more. I have an idea that perhaps one sees people
most truly when one sees them charitably.

ARCHIBALD.

[_With a smile._] You said you wanted to speak to me, and I’ve been
talking only about myself.

GRACE.

I think you’ve made it a little easier for me, Archibald. It’s kind of
you.

     [_She pauses and there is a silence. She walks up and down the room
     in agitation._

GRACE.

[_With a series of little gasps._] Archibald, I’m dreadfully unhappy.
I’ve done something which I bitterly regret. I don’t know how to tell
you. But I must tell you.... I’ve been unfaithful to Claude.

ARCHIBALD.

Grace, you must be mad. You can’t mean what you say. It’s--it’s
impossible.

GRACE.

It’s torturing me. It’s torturing me.

ARCHIBALD.

But I don’t understand. You don’t mean that....

GRACE.

[_Desperately._] Oh, yes, I mean exactly what I say. Please understand
me.

ARCHIBALD.

You said you were in love with Claude.

GRACE.

Yes. That’s why I can’t bear the agony of it. I’m so unhappy. I’m so
dreadfully unhappy. I want you to help me. I want you to tell me what to
do.

     [_There is a moment’s pause._ ARCHIBALD _is so bewildered that he
     can find not a word to say_.

GRACE.

You can hardly believe it, can you? It sounds incredible. Sometimes I
can’t help saying to myself that it is not possible it should be true.

ARCHIBALD.

[_Trying to collect himself._] It’s come as a most dreadful blow.

GRACE.

Don’t reproach me. I’ve said all the obvious things to myself
already.... Oh, I hate myself.

ARCHIBALD.

I’m so bewildered. Why d’you tell _me_? I feel I ought to ask you all
sorts of questions, and I can’t bear to ask you anything.

GRACE.

I don’t think anything matters but that I’ve behaved odiously. Claude
was always very good to me, and I’ve deceived him. And every kindness,
every word of love he says to me is a reproach. And I love him with all
my soul, and there’s always the horror of what I’ve done between us. And
I can’t bear it any longer.

ARCHIBALD.

I’m so helpless.

GRACE.

Are you going to tell Claude?

ARCHIBALD.

I? You must be mad.

GRACE.

I thought perhaps you might feel it was your duty. You’re his brother.

ARCHIBALD.

It would never occur to me to betray the confidence you’ve put in me.

GRACE.

Then what shall I do?

ARCHIBALD.

I can’t advise you. I haven’t got the experience. I know so little of
the world.

GRACE.

You _must_ advise me. I’m at the end of my strength. I can’t go on like
this any more.

ARCHIBALD.

Is it all over between you and ... you know what I mean?

GRACE.

Yes, it’s all over.

ARCHIBALD.

I don’t know what to say to you. I’m awfully sorry.

GRACE.

[_Desperately._] Is there no one who can do anything for me?

ARCHIBALD.

I suppose nobody else knows?

GRACE.

Helen Vernon. She found out. But I can’t go to her for advice. I can’t.
I can’t humiliate myself. And the remorse is just killing me.

ARCHIBALD.

It’s so difficult for me to say things that won’t seem sanctimonious. I
don’t want to say a word that you can think is a reproach.

GRACE.

I don’t mind what you say so long as you help me.

     [_There is a moment’s pause._

ARCHIBALD.

[_Hesitatingly._] We’re taught that there’s one course clear to the
sinner that repenteth.

     [GRACE _starts to her feet and looks at him wildly_.

GRACE.

You want me to tell Claude?

ARCHIBALD.

[_In a low voice._] I don’t see how there can be forgiveness till one
has confessed one’s sin.

GRACE.

[_With a deep, deep sigh._] Oh, if you knew what a relief it would be!
For days I’ve been fighting with the temptation to make a clean breast
of it. I’ve been trying to keep it from me, trying not to think of it.
But it meets me at every turn. It haunts me. It’s like an obsession,
and it’s stronger than I am. It’s driving me--driving me to confess. I
know I shall have to do it; I can’t help myself. I shall go mad if I
don’t tell him.

ARCHIBALD.

For goodness’ sake, calm yourself.

GRACE.

If I’d told him before, when I was trying to persuade him to let Gann
stay, that girl wouldn’t have died. I hadn’t the courage. I wouldn’t
sacrifice myself. It was too much to ask me. And since then I’ve been
tortured by remorse. They say she had the suicidal instinct, and would
have killed herself for almost anything. But I seem to see her lying
there reproaching me. Reproaching me.

ARCHIBALD.

Why don’t you go to Claude at once and get it over?

GRACE.

I’m frightened. I’m just sick with fear. A dozen times I’ve been on the
point of it--just to have done with it, to get rid of the agony that
burnt my heart--and at the last moment I couldn’t. But it’s like being
on a high place and looking down and holding on to something so that you
shouldn’t throw yourself over. Sooner or later I shall have to do it.
It’s the only way to get back my self-respect. It’s the only chance I
have of living at all.

ARCHIBALD.

I wish I could do more for you.

GRACE.

No one can do anything for me. Oh, it is cruel. And to come just now
when I love Claude! I didn’t love him at first. It came quite
suddenly--as if scales had been torn away from my eyes. And it wasn’t
till then that I saw the sin and the wickedness of it. Oh, it was so
much more than sin and wickedness. The filthiness. The only thing’s to
tell him and have done with it. You know he’ll divorce me, don’t you?

ARCHIBALD.

He loves you so much.

GRACE.

Even if it breaks his heart, he’ll force himself to divorce me. You know
what Claude is. He’ll think it’s his duty. He’ll do what he thinks he
ought to do even if it kills him. Oh, but if he’d only forgive me, I
would try to make amends. It’s so hard that I’ve only learnt how to be a
good wife now that I’m unfit to be his wife at all.

ARCHIBALD.

[_Deeply moved._] Be brave, Grace.

     [_She looks at him for a moment, then suddenly makes up her mind.
     She takes a letter from her dress and sits down at the desk. She
     puts it into an envelope on which she writes_ CLAUDE’S _name_.

GRACE.

Will you ring the bell?

ARCHIBALD.

[_Touching it._] What are you going to do?

GRACE.

It’s a letter that I had from--the other. It’s proof of everything. I
felt I couldn’t tell Claude. It was hopeless. And I thought I’d just
press it into his hand....

     [_As she is speaking_ MOORE _comes in. She hands him the letter._

GRACE.

Have that given to Mr. Insoley the moment he comes in.

MOORE.

Very good, madam.

     [_Exit._

ARCHIBALD.

[_Startled._] D’you mean to say you’re going to tell him like that?

GRACE.

It’s the only way I _can_ do it.

ARCHIBALD.

[_Overcome._] Good God, what have I done?

GRACE.

He’ll read the letter, and then the worst will be over. I couldn’t have
told him--I couldn’t.

ARCHIBALD.

I hope you’ve done right.

GRACE.

Anyhow, it’s the end of everything--just when I might have started a new
life.... I wonder when I shall have to go away from here?

ARCHIBALD.

Don’t put it like that.

GRACE.

[_Looking out of the window._] I thought I hated the place. It’s bored
me to the verge of tears. And now I shall never again see the night fall
on the park slowly. And I feel ... and I feel that with me, too, those
great trees, and the meadows, and the cawing rooks have come to be part
of my blood and my bones.

     [_The door is opened, and_ GRACE _gives a start and a little
     frightened cry_. HELEN VERNON _comes in_.

GRACE.

Oh, I thought it was Claude.

     [_She puts her hand to her heart and steadies herself against a
     chair._

MISS VERNON.

What on earth’s the matter?

GRACE.

[_With a gesture of the head towards_ ARCHIBALD.] I’ve told him about me
and....

MISS VERNON.

[_In short exclamation, which does not interrupt_ GRACE.] Oh!

GRACE.

I’m going to tell Claude. It’s the only thing to do.

MISS VERNON.

[_To_ ARCHIBALD, _sharply_.] Is that your advice? You fool, Archibald!

GRACE.

I can’t bear the torture any more.

MISS VERNON.

I suspected you were thinking of something like this. But you wouldn’t
let me speak to you.

GRACE.

I’ve been struggling against it, and now I’ve made up my mind.

MISS VERNON.

My dear, there are three good rules in life. The first is--never sin;
and that’s the most sensible. The second is--if you sin, never repent;
and that’s the bravest. But the third is--if you repent, never never
confess; and that’s the hardest of them all.

ARCHIBALD.

I don’t think this is the time for flippancy, Helen.

MISS VERNON.

Good heavens, I’m being as serious as I possibly can.

ARCHIBALD.

D’you mean to say you think Grace oughtn’t to say anything?

MISS VERNON.

I think it would be monstrous of her to say anything.

ARCHIBALD.

If the sinner wants forgiveness, first of all he must confess his sin.

MISS VERNON.

You still look upon your God as a God of vengeance, who wants sacrifices
to appease Him.

ARCHIBALD.

“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our
sins.”

MISS VERNON.

That was said to a stiff-necked generation that wanted humbling. But no
one can want to humble us, surely. We’re so timid already. We’re so
unsure of ourselves. We’ve all got a morbid desire to unbosom ourselves.
The commonest ailment of the day is a vulgar feminine passion for
making scenes. Confession’s like a drug we fly to because we’ve lost the
last shadow of our self-reliance.

ARCHIBALD.

Don’t let her move you, Grace. I beseech you, for your soul’s sake. Be
brave.

GRACE.

I know that it’s my only chance of happiness.

MISS VERNON.

But who cares about your happiness?

ARCHIBALD.

Helen, how can you be so unkind?

MISS VERNON.

No one knows why we’ve been brought into the world, but it evidently
wasn’t for our happiness. Or if it was, the Being who put us here has
made a most outrageous mess of it. Put your happiness out of the
question.

ARCHIBALD.

[_Very earnestly to_ GRACE.] If the sinner repents, let him confess his
sin. That’s the only proof he can give of a contrite spirit.

MISS VERNON.

Nonsense. He can give a much more sensible proof by acting differently
in future.

GRACE.

That would be so easy now.

MISS VERNON.

But actions aren’t good because they’re difficult.

GRACE.

Part of my punishment is the feeling that except for this horrible
mistake we should both be so much happier than we were before.

MISS VERNON.

You love Claude now, don’t you?

GRACE.

With all my heart.

MISS VERNON.

I have an idea that it’s only your sin that has made your love worth
having.

ARCHIBALD.

[_Rather shocked._] Helen.

MISS VERNON.

You were rather hard and selfish before because you had nothing in
particular to reproach yourself with. Perhaps it was necessary that you
should step from the narrow path of virtue in order to become a virtuous
woman.

ARCHIBALD.

Helen, you can’t mean that.

MISS VERNON.

It’s very often only repentance that makes men and women human.

ARCHIBALD.

Repentance is useless without sacrifice.

GRACE.

Yes, I feel that. And the only sacrifice I can make is to lay bare my
soul before Claude and accept my punishment.

ARCHIBALD.

And then, I think Claude should be given the chance of deciding for
himself. It’s not fair to leave him in ignorance.

MISS VERNON.

[_To_ GRACE.] Don’t you know that Claude loves you, and trusts you, and
believes in you?

GRACE.

That is all my torment. I’m so unworthy. If I didn’t love him--if I
didn’t want him to love me so much--it wouldn’t be so dreadful.... I
can’t bear that there should be this secret between us. I know that he’s
not loving me, but some fancy of his own heart. And I’m jealous. I’m
jealous of the woman he loves who isn’t me. And I want him to love me as
I am, as I love him.

MISS VERNON.

Grace, don’t forget that I’ve loved him, too, hopelessly, without any
thought of a return. It gives me some claim, doesn’t it?

     [ARCHIBALD _looks at her quickly, with surprise, but does not
     speak_.

MISS VERNON.

The only thing I care for is his happiness. And I beseech you to have
mercy on him.

GRACE.

What do you mean?

MISS VERNON.

If you destroy his belief in you he’ll have nothing left. He thinks he’s
strong, but he isn’t. He depends on a few simple principles, and some of
them are already giving way under his feet. He wants you now more than
ever. You can give him back his self-reliance. And you’re going to
humiliate him. Besides everything else, the misery and the grief, don’t
you see what a blow it’ll be to his vanity? I beseech you to have mercy.

GRACE.

You’re asking me to go on living the hateful lie. But I can’t breathe.
The air about me seems heavy with deceit. If Claude doesn’t love me for
what I am, what can his love be to me?

MISS VERNON.

My dear, it’s not for ourselves that our friends love us, but for the
grace and the beauty that they’ve given us out of their own hearts. And
the only way we can show them our gratitude is by doing all we can to
preserve those precious illusions they have about us.

GRACE.

I don’t want a love that’s based on illusion. At the back of my mind
there was the hope that if I told Claude, some day in the future he
might forgive me. And we could start fresh with mutual knowledge and
mutual confidence. But if I don’t tell him, we can never come together.
Even though we’re not separated for an hour, there’ll always be this
barrier between us.

MISS VERNON.

Then let that be your punishment.

GRACE.

[_Startled._] That! [_With a little laugh of scorn._] You don’t know
what you’re asking me to do. It’s because I love Claude so much that I
_can’t_ let him go on thinking I’m good and pure and chaste.

ARCHIBALD.

And how can good come out of a lie, Helen?

MISS VERNON.

Perhaps it wouldn’t be a lie always. Don’t you remember the Happy
Hypocrite? Love can work many miracles.

GRACE.

[_With a sort of gasp._] You mean--you think I might become really what
Claude thinks me?

MISS VERNON.

You might try.

GRACE.

D’you know that I should never have a moment’s peace?

MISS VERNON.

If you love Claude really, that mightn’t be too great a price to pay for
his happiness.

GRACE.

[_Vehemently._] Oh, it’s all very well for you to talk, but you don’t
know what this sense of shame is. It’s killing me. And the degradation
of being loved for what you’re not. And you want me never to escape from
it. Oh, you’re right. It would be a fiendish punishment.

MISS VERNON.

It’s the only return you can make for all the love that Claude has given
you.

GRACE.

[_Taking up the thought._] For his wonderful kindness, and all these
years of thought and loving tenderness.

     [_For a moment_ GRACE _stares in front of her as the words sink
     in_.

MISS VERNON.

Grace, it’s I who ask you now to be brave.

GRACE.

[_With a great sigh._] I seem to see the chance of a greater sacrifice
than anything I’d ever dreamt of. I wonder.... I believe there’s a
chance.... [_With a sudden start._] Oh! listen.

     [_She has heard_ CLAUDE _come in. There is a sound of voices in the
     hall._

GRACE.

That’s settled it. It’s too late now to do anything.

MISS VERNON.

What is it?

GRACE.

Claude’s just come in. I heard him speaking to Moore. He’s been given
the letter.

MISS VERNON.

D’you mean to say.... [_Some part of the facts dawns upon her and she
bursts out violently._] Oh, it’s not that the human race are wicked that
I mind, or that they’re weak--you _can_ give them backbone; but what I
can’t get over is that they are such blooming fools.

GRACE.

Will you leave me, both of you? Claude had better find me alone.

MISS VERNON.

[_To_ ARCHIBALD, _after a glance at_ GRACE.] Come.

     [_They go out._ GRACE _is horribly frightened. She stands quite
     still, pulling her handkerchief about._ CLAUDE _comes in_. _He has
     a letter in his hand. He flings it on a table._ GRACE _sees with a
     start that it is unopened_.

GRACE.

[_Forcing herself to seem natural._] Is the inquest over?

CLAUDE.

[_Sinking dejectedly into a chair._] They brought in a verdict of
suicide while of unsound mind.

GRACE.

That was what you expected, wasn’t it?

CLAUDE.

Yes.

GRACE.

You must be thankful it’s finished and done with.

CLAUDE.

[_With an effort._] The jury passed a vote of censure on me.

GRACE.

Claude!

CLAUDE.

Oh, if you’d only heard the questions they asked me! There were
reporters there, so it’ll be in the papers and you can read for
yourself. They made me appear a perfect brute.

GRACE.

I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as you fancy.

CLAUDE.

You see, I hadn’t a chance of defending myself. I wasn’t going to make
excuses to a parcel of Dissenting shopkeepers. It made me look as if I
hadn’t a leg to stand on.

GRACE.

After all, what can it matter what a dozen yokels think of you?

CLAUDE.

And afterwards when I came out--they had the inquest in that big room
upstairs at the Insoley Arms--there was a crowd outside, people I’d
known all my life, I suppose they’d been taking the opportunity to have
a good soak, and they hissed me as I passed.

GRACE.

Didn’t you say that you were going to abolish the rule?

CLAUDE.

Of course I’m going to abolish the rule. Hang it all, it’s caused
wretchedness enough.

GRACE.

I wish you’d had an opportunity of telling them.

CLAUDE.

[_Rather shamefacedly._] The coroner asked me what I was going to do
about it. I couldn’t knuckle under then with all those people round me.
I simply couldn’t, Grace. I was obliged to say that I meant to be master
in my own house, and I didn’t propose to let anyone dictate to me.

GRACE.

[_Putting her hand on his shoulder._] I’m afraid you’ve been awfully
worried, old man.

CLAUDE.

It’s given me a bit of a knock to find out that they--they just hate me.
I was rather fond of the people on the estate, and I thought they were
fond of me. When they’ve been in trouble I’ve done every damned thing I
could to help them. When times have been bad I’ve not bothered much
about the rents, and we’ve never been rich. Hang it all, I’ve given them
all my time and my thoughts for years, and the only result is that they
can’t stick me. They haven’t got any mercy if I’ve made a mistake. They
give me no credit for good intentions.

GRACE.

I’m sure you exaggerate, Claude. You fancy they feel more bitter than
they really do.

CLAUDE.

Oh, if you’d only seen them! The pleasure they took in having a dig at
me! I could see the hatred on their faces. Oh, I expect Archibald is
right. Our time down here is over. The only fellow they want in the
country now is the Jew stockbroker with his pockets full of money.

GRACE.

Darling, _I_ know that you’ve always acted for the best. _I_ know how
much you’ve done for the people on the estate. After all, it wasn’t for
their gratitude that you did it, was it? It was because it was your
duty.

CLAUDE.

[_Rising._] Oh, Grace, I don’t know what I should do without you. You’ve
been so awfully good to me through the whole thing. I’m so grateful to
you.

GRACE.

What nonsense!

CLAUDE.

I was so afraid it would make a difference to you, but it hasn’t, has
it?

GRACE.

[_Shaking her head._] No.

CLAUDE.

If I lost you, Grace, I couldn’t live. Without you--I can’t imagine life
without you.

GRACE.

How absurd you are, Claude.

CLAUDE.

I’m talking rot, aren’t I?

     [_He notices the letter, which he had put on the table, and picks
     it up._ GRACE _catches her breath_.

CLAUDE.

Hulloa! I forgot to open this. Moore gave it me as I came in. [_With
surprise._] It’s your hand-writing.

GRACE.

[_Quite naturally, holding out her hand._] It’s nothing. I was afraid I
should have gone out by the time you came in, and I wanted to remind you
about the herbaceous border. It’s only a note.

CLAUDE.

[_Giving her the letter._] Are you going out?

GRACE.

I was going to motor to Wells with Helen Vernon.

     [_As she speaks she tears the letter into little bits._

CLAUDE.

Don’t leave me to-day, Grace. I want you so awfully badly.

GRACE.

[_Sinking with exhaustion into a chair._] No, I won’t leave you ... if
you want me.

     [CLAUDE _kneels down by her side_.

CLAUDE.

I always want you, Grace. You’re so much to me.... After all, nothing
can really matter to me so long as I have you. It’s such a comfort to
think that I can trust you. And you’ll never round on me. I’m awfully
grateful for you, Grace.

     [_He buries his face in her lap, kissing her hands._

GRACE.

[_In a trembling voice._] I can never be such a wife to you as you
deserve, Claude. But I can try. If you can believe in me always, Claude,
perhaps in time I can become what you believe me. [_He makes a
movement._] No, don’t look at me. I want you to know that I love you
with all my heart, I love you with my body, and I love you with my soul.
I want to forget myself and think only of you. What does my happiness
matter so long as I can make you happy?

     [_She bends down and kisses his hair._

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