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THE MASTER OF MRS. CHILVERS
THE MASTER OF MRS. CHILVERS
BY
JEROME K. JEROME
NEW YORK
DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY
1911
Copyright, 1911 Bt JEROME K. JEROME
(All rights reserved.)
CHARACTERS
Lady Mogton President Women's Parliamen- tary Franchise League
Axnys Ciiilveks nee Mogton, Honorary Secre-
tary W.P.F.L.
Phozbe Mogton Organising Secretary W.P.F.L.
Janet Blake Joint Organizing Secretary
W.P.F.L.
Mrs. Mointcaem-Yilliers .Vice-President W.P.F.L.
ELIZABETH Spender Honorary Treasurer W.P.F.L.
(Forming the Council)
Geoffrey Chilvers, M.P. . . President Men's League for
Extension of Franchise to Women
Dorian St. Herbert Honorary Secretary to M.L.E.
F.W. *
Mrs. Ohinn A pew-opener
Bra Lamb, m.P A Labour Memher
WILLIAM Gordon Formerly known as "Jaw-
bones"
ROBE Merton Formerly known as "Ginger"
Hake A Butler
SlOBBY An Election Agent
Mr. Peekin "I
Mb. Hopper
Mrs. Peekin [ A Deputation
Miss Boreas si: |
Miss RickettsJ
THE FIRST ACT
Scene: Drawing-room, 91, Russell Square.
Time: 3 p.m.
THE SECOND ACT
Scene: Liberal Committee Room, East India Dock Road
Time: 5 p.m.
THE THIRD ACT
Scene: The Town Hall, East Poplar.
Time: 10 p.m.
THE FOURTH ACT
Scene: Russell Square.
Time: Midnight.
THE FIRST ACT
THE FIRST ACT Scene: — Drawing-room, 91, Russell Square. Time : — Afternoon.
(Mrs. Elizabeth Spender sits near the fire, reading a book. She is a tall, thin woman, with passionate eyes, set in an oval face of olive complexion; the features are regular and severe; her massive dark hair is almost primly arranged. She wears a tailor-made costume, surmounted by a plain black hat. The door opens and Phoebe enters, shown in by Hake, the butler, a thin, ascetic-looking man of about thirty, with prematurely grey hair. Phoebe Mogton is of the Fluffy Ruf- fles type, petite, with a retrousse nose, re- markably bright eyes, and a quantity of fluffy light hair, somewhat untidily arranged. She is fashionably dressed in the fussy, flyaway style. Elizabeth looks up; the two young women shake liands.)
Phoebe
Good woman. 'Tisn't three o'clock yet, is it?
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Elizabeth
About five minutes to.
Phoebe
Annys is on her way. I just caught her in time. {To Hake.) Put a table and six chairs. Give mamma a hammer and a cushion at her back.
Hake
A hammer, miss .'
Phoebe
A chairman's hammer. Haven't you got one?
Hake
I'm afraid not, miss. Would a gravy spoon do?
Phoebe
{To Elizabeth, afU r expression of disgust.) Fancy a house without a chairman's hammer! {To Hake.) See that there's something. Did your wife go to the meeting last nighl .'
Hake
{II< is arranging furniture according to instruc- tions.) I'm not quite sure, miss. I gave her the evening out.
Phoebe
" Gave her the evening out "!
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Elizabeth
We are speaking of your wife, man, not your serv- ant.
Hake
Yes, miss. You see, we don't keep servants in our class. Somebody's got to put the children to bed.
Elizabeth
Why not the man — occasionally?
Hake
Well, you see, miss, in my case, I rarely getting home much before midnight, it would make it so late. Yesterday being my night off, things fitted in, so to speak. Will there be any writing, miss?
Phoebe
Yes. See that there's plenty of blotting-paper. {To Elizabeth.) Mamma always splashes so.
Hake
Yes, miss. {He goes out.)
Elizabeth
Did you ever hear anything more delightfully naive? He " gave " her the evening out. That's how they think of us — as their servants. The gen- tleman hasn't the courage to be straightforward about it. The butler blurts out the truth. Why are we meeting here instead of at our own place?
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Phoebe
For secrecy, I expect. Too many gasbags always about the office. I fancy — I'm not quite sure — that mamma's got a new idea.
Elizabeth Leading to Holloway?
Phoebe
Well, most roads lead there.
Elizabet i i
And end there — so far as I can see.
Phoebe
You're too impatient.
Elizabeth
It's what our friends have been telling us — for the last fifty years.
Phoebe
Look here, if it was only the usual sort of thing mamma wouldn't want it kept secret. I'm inclined to think it's a new departure altogether.
(The door opens. There enters Janet Blake, followed by Hake, who proceeds with his work. Janet Blake is a slight, fragile-look- ing creature, her great dark eyes — the eyes of a fanatic — emphasise the pallor of her child-
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ish face. She is shabbily dressed; a plain, uninteresting girl until she smiles, and then her face becomes quite beautiful. Phoebe darts to meet her.)
Good girl. Was afraid— I say, you're wet through.
Janet
It was only a shower. The 'buses were all full. I had to ride outside.
Phoebe
Silly kid, why didn 't you take a cab ?
Janet
I've been reckoning it up. I've been half over London chasing Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers. Cabs would have come, at the very least, to twelve-and- six.
Phoebe Well
Janet
(To Elizabeth.) Well— I want you to put me down as a contributor for twelve-and-six. (She smiles.) It's the only way I can give.
Phoebe
(She is taking off Janet's cloak; throws it to Hake.) Have this put somewhere to dry. (She pushes Janet to the fire.) Get near the fire. You're as cold as ice.
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Elizabeth
All the seats inside, I suppose, occupied by the chivalrous sex.
Janet
Oh, there was one young fellow offered to give me up his place, but I wouldn't let him. You see, we're claiming equality. (Smiles.)
Elizabeth
And are being granted it — in every direction where it works to the convenience of man.
Phoebe
(Laughs.) Is she coming — the Villiers woman?
Janet
Yes. I ran her down at last — at her dressmaker's. She made an awful fuss about it, but I wouldn't leave till she'd promised. Tell me, it's something quite important, isn't it?
Phoebe
I don't know anything, except that I had an urgent telegram from mamma this morning to call a meet- ing of the entire Council here at three o'clock. She's coming up from Manchester on purpose. (To Hake.) Mrs. Chilvers hasn't returned yet, has she?
Hake
Not yet, miss. Shall I telephone
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Phoebe
(Shakes her head.) No; it's all right. I have seen her. Let her know we are here the moment she comes in.
Hake
Yes, miss.
(He has finished the arrangements. The table has been placed in the centre of the room, six chairs round it, one of them being a large arm-chair. He has placed writing materials and a large silver gravy spoon. He is go- ing.)
Phoebe
"Why aren't you sure your wife wasn't at the meeting last night? Didn't she say anything?
Hake
Well, miss, unfortunately, just as she was start- ing, Mrs. Comerford — that's the wife of the party that keeps the shop downstairs — looked in with an order for the theatre.
Phoebe Oh!
Hake
So I thought it best to ask no questions.
Phoebe
Thank you.
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Hake
Thank you, miss. (He goes out.)
Elizabeth
Can nothing be done to rouse the working-class woman out of her apathy?
Phoebe
Well, if you ask me, I think a good deal has been done.
Elizabeth
Oh, what's the use of our deceiving ourselves? The great mass are utterly indifferent.
Janet
(She is seated in an easy-chair near the fire.) I was talking to a woman only yesterday — in Bethnal Green. She keeps a husband and three children by taking in washing. " Lord, miss," she laughed, " what would we do with the vote if we did have it? only one thing more to give to the men."
Phoebe
That's rather good.
Elizabeth
The curse of it is that it's true. Why should they put themselves out merely that one man instead of another should dictate their laws to them?
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Phoebe
My dear girl, precisely the same argument was used against the Second Reform Bill. What earthly difference could it make to the working men whether Tory Squire or Liberal capitalist ruled over them? That was in 1868. To-day, fifty-four Labour Mem- bers sit in Parliament. At the next election they will hold the balance.
Elizabeth
Ah, if we could only hold out that sort of hope to them!
(Annys enters. She is in outdoor costume. She kisses Phoebe, shakes hands with the other two. Annys 's age is about twenty-five. She is a beautiful, spiritual-looking creature, tall and graceful, with a manner that is at the same time appealing and commanding. Her voice is soft and caressing, but capable of ex- pressing all the emotions. Her likeness to her younger sister Phoebe is of the slightest; the colouring is the same, and the eyes that can flash, but there the similarity ends. She is simply but well dressed. Her soft hair makes a quiet but wonderfully effective frame to her face.)
Annys
(She is taking off her outdoor things.) Hope I'm not late. I had to look in at Caxton House. Why are we holding it here?
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Phoebe
Mamma's instructions. Can't tell you anything more — except that I gather the matter's important, and is to be kept secret.
Annys
Mamma isn't here, is she?
Phoebe
(Shakes her head.) Reaches St. Pancras at two- forty. (Looks at her watch.) Train's late, I expect.
(Hake has entered.)
Annys
(She hands Hake her hat and coat.) Have some- thing ready in case Lady Mogton hasn't lunched. Is your master in ?
Hake
A messenger came for him soon after you left, ma'am. I was to tell you he would most likely be dining at the House.
Annys
Thank you.
(Hake goes out.)
Annys
(To Elizabeth.) I so want you to meet Geoffrey. He'll alter your opinion of men.
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Elizabeth
My opinion of men has been altered once or twice — each time for the worse.
Annys
Why do you dislike men?
Elizabeth
(With a short laugh.) Why does the slave dislike the slave-owner?
Phoebe
Oh, come off the perch. You spend five thousand a year provided for you by a husband that you only see on Sundays. We'd all be slaves at that price.
Elizabeth
The chains have always been stretched for the few. My sympathies are with my class.
Annys
But men like Geoffrey — men who are devoting their whole time and energy to furthering our cause ; what can you have to say against them?
Elizabeth
Simply that they don't know what they're doing. The French Revolution was nursed in the salons of the French nobility. When the true meaning of the woman's movement is understood we shall have to get on without the male sympathiser.
(A pause.)
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Annys
"What do you understand is the true meaning of the woman's movement?
Elizabeth
The dragging down of man from his position of supremacy. "What else can it mean?
Annys
Something much better. The lifting up of woman to be his partner.
Elizabeth
My dear Annys, the men who to-day are advocat- ing votes for women are doing so in the hope of securing obedient supporters for their own political schemes. In New Zealand the working man brings his female relations in a van to the poll, and sees to it that they vote in accordance with his orders. When man once grasps the fact that woman is not go- ing to be his henchman, but his rival, men and women will face one another as enemies.
(The door opens. Hake announces Lady Mog- ton and Dorian St. Herbert. Lady Mog- ton is a large, strong-featured woman, with a naturally loud voice. She is dressed with studded carelessness. Dorian St. Herbert, K.C., is a tall, thin man, about thirty. He is elegantly, almost dandily, dressed.)
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Annys
(Kissing her mother.) Have you had lunch?
Lady Mogton In the train.
Phoebe
(Who has also kissed her mother and shaken hands with St. Herbert.) We are all here except Villiers. She's coming. Did you have a good meeting?
Lady Mogton
Fairly. Some young fool had chained himself to a pillar and thrown the key out of window.
Phoebe
What did you do?
Lady Mogton
Tied a sack over his head and left him there.
(She turns aside for a moment to talk to St. Herbert, ivho has taken some papers from his despatch-box.)
Annys
(To Elizabeth.) We must finish out our talk some other time. You are quite wrong.
Elizabeth Perhaps.
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Lady Mogton
We had better begin. I have only got half an hour.
Janet
I saw Mrs. Villiers. She promised she'd come.
Lady Mogton
You should have told her we were going to be photographed. Then she'd have been punctual. (She has taken her seat at the table. St. Herbert at her right.) Better put another chair in case she does turn up.
Janet
(Does so.) Shall I take any notes?
Lady Mogton
No. (To Annys.) Give instructions that we are not to be interrupted for anything. (Annys rings bell.)
St. Herbert
(He turns to Phoebe, on Ids rigid.) Have you heard the latest?
There was an old man of Hong Kong, Whose language was terribly strong. (Enter Hake. He brings a bottle and glass, width he places.)
Annys
Oh, Hake, please, don't let us be interrupted for
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anything. If Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers comes, show her up. But nobody else.
Hake
Yes, ma'am. (Hake goes out.)
St. Herbert (Continuing.)
It wasn't the ivords Tli at frightened the birds, 'Twas the 'orrible double-entendre.
Lady Mogton
(Who has sat waiting in grim silence.) Have you finished ?
St. Herbert Quite finished.
Lady Mogton
Thank you. (She raps for silence.) You will un- derstand, please, all, that this is a private meeting of the council. Nothing that transpires is to be allowed to leak out. (There is a murmur.) Silence, please, for Mr. St. Herbert.
St. Herbert
Before we begin, I should like to remind you, ladies, that you are, all of you, persons mentally de- ficient
(The doar opens. Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers (liters, announced by Hake. She is a show- ily-dressed, flamboyant lady.)
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Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers
I am so sorry. I have only just this minute-
(She catches sight of St. Herbert.) You naughty creature, why weren't you at my meeting last night? The Rajah came with both his wives. We've elected them, all three, honorary members.
Lady Mogton
Do you mind sitting down?
Mr*. Mountcalm-Villiers
Here, dear? (She talcs the vacant chair.) So nice of you. I read about your meeting. What a clever idea.
Lady Mogton
(Cuts her short.) Yes. We are here to consider a very important matter. By way of commencement Mr. St. Herbert has just reminded us that in the eye of the law all women are imbeciles.
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers
I know, dear. Isn't it shocking?
St. Herbert
Deplorable; but of course not your fault. I men- tion it because of its importance to the present mat- ter. Under Clause A of the Act for the Better Regu- lation, &c, &c, all persons " mentally deficient " are debarred from becoming members of Parliament. The classification has been held to include idiots, in- fants, and women.
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(An interruption. Lady Mogton hammers.) Bearing this carefully in mind, we proceed. (He r&fers to his notes.) Two years ago a bye-election took place in the South-west division of Belfast.
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers
My dear, may I ? It has just occurred to me. Why do we never go to Ireland?
Lady Mogton
For various sufficient reasons.
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers
So many of the Irish members have expressed themselves quite sympathetically.
Lady Mogton
We wish them to continue to do so. (Turns to St. Herbert. ) I 'm sorry.
St. Herbert
A leader of the Orange Party was opposed by a Nationalist, and the proceedings promised to be lively. They promised for a while to be still livelier, owing to the nomination at the last moment of the local lunatic.
Phoebe
(To Annys.) This is where we come in.
St. Herbert
There is always a local lunatic, who, if harmless, is generally a popular character. James Washington
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McCaw appears to have been a particularly cheerful specimen. One of his eccentricities was to always have a skipping-rope in his pocket; wherever the traffic allowed it, he would go through the streets skipping. He said it kept him warm. Another of his tricks was to let off fireworks from the roof of his house whenever he heard of the death of anybody of importance. The Returning Officer refused his nom- ination— which, so far as his nominators were con- cerned, was intended only as a joke — on the grounds of his being by common report a person of unsound mind. And there, so far as South-west Belfast was concerned, the matter ended.
Phoebe Pity.
St. Herbert
But not so far as the Returning Officer was con- cerned. McCaw appears to have been a lunatic pos- sessed of means, imbued with all an Irishman's love of litigation. He at once brought an action against the Returning Officer, his contention being that his mental state was a private matter, of which the Re- turning Officer was not the person to judge.
Phoebe
He wasn't a lunatic all over.
St. Herbert We none of us are. The case went from court to
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court. In every instance the decision was in favour of the Returning Officer. Until it reached the House of Lords. The decision was given yesterday after- noon— in favour of the man McCaw.
Elizabeth
Then lunatics, at all events, are .. >t debarred from going to the poll.
St. Herbert
The "mentally deficient" are no longer debarred from going to the poll.
Elizabeth
What grounds were given for the decision?
St. Herbert
(He refers again to his notes.) A Returning Of- ficer can only deal with objections arising out of the nomination paper. He has no jurisdiction to go be- hind a nomination paper and constitute himself a court of inquiry as to the fitness or unfitness of a can- didate.
Phoebe
Good old House of Lords !
(Lady Mogton hammers.)
Elizabeth
But I thought it was part of the Returning Offi- cer's duty to inquire into objections, that a special time was appointed to deal with them.
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St. Herbert
He will still be required to take cognizance of any informality in the nomination paper or papers. Be- yond that, this decision relieves him of all further responsibility.
Janet V
But this gives us everything.
St. Herbert
It depends upon what you call everything. It | jives a woman the right to go to the poll — a right vhich, as a matter of fact, she has always possessed.
] i'HOEBE
Then why did the Returning Officer for Camber- well in 1885
St. Herbert
Because he did not know the law. And Miss Helen Taylor had not the means possessed by our friend McCaw to teach it to him.
Annts
(Rises. She goes to the centre of the room.)
Lady Mogton
Where are you going?
Annts
(She tarns; there are tears in her eyes. The ques-
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Hon seems to recall her to herself.) Nowhere. I am so sorry. I can't help it. It seems to me to mean so much. It gives us the right to go before the people — to plead to them, not for ourselves, for them. {Again she seems to lose consciousness of those at the table, of the room.) To the men we will say: "Will you not trust us? Is it harm we have ever done you? Were we not sent into the world to be your helpmeet ? Are not the children ours as well as yours? Shall we not work together to shape the world where they must dwell? Is it only the mother-voice that shall not be heard in your councils ? Is it only the mother- hand that shall not help to guide ? " To the women we will say : ' ' Tell them — tell them it is from no love of ourselves that we come from our sheltered homes into the street. It is to give, not to get — to mingle with the sterner judgments of men the deeper truths that God, through pain, has taught to women — to min- gle with man's justice woman's pity, till there shall arise the perfect law — not made of man nor woman, but of both, each bringing what the other lacks." And they will listen to us. Till now it has seemed to them that we were clamouring only for selfish ends. They have not understood. We shall speak to them of common purposes, use the language of fellow-citizens. They will see that we are worthy of the place we claim. They will welcome us as helpers in a common cause. They
(She turns — the present comes bach to her.)
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Lady Mogton
(After a pause.) The business (she dwells severely on the word) before the meeting
Annys
(Sh-e reseats herself meekly. Apologising gener- ally.) I must learn to control myself.
Lady Mogton
(Who has waited.) is McCaw versus Potts.
Its bearing upon the movement for the extension of the franchise to women. My own view I venture to submit in the form of a resolution. (She takes up a paper on which she has been writing.) As follows: That the Council of the Woman's Parliamentary Franchise League, having regard to the decision of the House of Lords in McCaw v. Potts
St. Herbert
(Looking over.) Two t's.
Lady Mogton
resolves to bring forward a woman candidate
to contest the next bye-election. {Suddenly to Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers, who is chattering.) Do you agree or disagree?
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers
My dear! How can you ask? Of course we all agree. (To Elizabeth.) You agree, don't you?
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Elizabeth
Of course, even if elected, she would not be allowed to take her seat.
Phoebe
How do you know? Nothing more full of sur- prises than English law.
Lady Mogton
At the present stage I regard that point as imma- terial. What I am thinking of is the advertisement. A female candidate upon the platform will concen- trate the whole attention of the country on our move- ment.
St. Herbert
It might even be prudent — until you have got the vote — to keep it dark that you will soon be proceed- ing to the next inevitable step.
Elizabeth
You think even man could be so easily deceived !
St. Herbert
Man has had so much practice in being deceived. It comes naturally to him.
Elizabeth Poor devil !
Lady Mogton
The only question remaining to be discussed is the candidate.
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Annys
Is there not danger that between now and the next bye-election the Government may, having regard to this case, bring in a bill to stop women candidates from going to the poll?
St. Herbert
I have thought of that. Fortunately, the case seems to have attracted very little attention. If a bye-election occurred soon there would hardly be time.
Lady Mogton
It must be the very next one that does occur — wherever it is.
.7 \ vet
I am sure that in the East End we should have a el i .nice.
Phoebe
Great Scott ! Just think. If we were to win it !
St. Herbert
If you could get a straight fight against a Liberal I believe you would.
Annys
Why is the Government so unpopular?
St. Herbert
Well, take the weather alone — twelve degrees of frost again last night.
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Janet
In St. George's Road the sewer has burst. The water is in the rooms where the children are sleeping. (She clenches her hands.)
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers
(She shakes her head.) Something ought really to be done.
Lady Mogton
Has anybody any suggestion to make? — as regards the candidate. There's no advantage in going out- side. It will have to be one of ourselves.
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers Won't you, dear?
Lady Mogton
/ shall be better employed organising. My own feeling is that it ought to be Annys. (To St. Her- bert.) What do you think?
St. Herbert Undoubtedly.
Annys
I'd rather not,
Lady Mogton
It's not a question of liking. It's a question of duty. For this occasion we shall be appealing to the male voter. Our candidate must be a woman popular with men. The choice is somewhat limited.
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Elizabeth
No one will put up so good a fight as you.
Annys
Will you give me till this evening?
Lady Mogton What tor.'
Annys
I should like to consult Geoffrey.
Lady Mogton
You think he would object?
Annys
(A little doubtfully.) No. But we have always talked everything over together.
Lady Mogton
Absurd ! He's one of our staunchest supporters. Of course he'll be delighted.
Elizabeth
I think the thing ought to be settled at once.
Lady Mogton
It must be. I have to return to Manchester to- night. We shall have to get to work immediately.
St. Herbert
Geoffrey will surely take it as a compliment.
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Janet
Don't you feel that woman, all over the world, is calling to you? —
Annts
It isn 'f that. I 'm not trying to shirk it. I merely thought that if there has been time — of course, if you really think
Lady Mogton You consent ?
Annys
Yes. If it's everybody's wish.
Lady Mogton That's settled.
Phoebe
(She springs up, waving a handkerchief.) Chilvers for ever !
Janet
(Rises.) God bless you!
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers
(Clapping her hands.) Now we shan't be long!
Lady Mogton
(Hammers.) Order, please!
(The three subside.)
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This is serious business. The next step is, of
course-
(The door opens; Geoffrey enters. He is a youngish-looking man of three or four and thirty. Lady Mogton, at the sound of the door, turns. St. Herbert rises. There is a pause.)
Lady Mogton
We've been talking about you. We must apolo- gise for turning your drawing-room
Geoffrey
My dear mother-in-law, it is Providence. (He kisses her.) There is no one I was more longing to see.
Annys
(She has risen.) Hake told me you would be dining at the House.
Geoffrey
(He comes to her, kisses her, he is in a state of suppressed excitement.) I shall be. I came back to bring you some news.
Phoebe
We've got some news for you. Have you heard
Geoffrey
(He stays her.) May I claim man's privilege for the first word? It is news, I am sure, you will all
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be delighted to hear. A friend of yours has been appointed to an office where — it is quite possible — he may be of service to you.
Phoebe
Governorship of Holloway Gaol?
Geoffrey
Not a bad guess. Very near it. To the Under- Secretaryship for Home Affairs.
Lady Mogton Who is it!
Geoffrey
(He bows.) Your affectionate and devoted servant.
Annys You!
Phoebe
(Genuinely delighted. She is not a quick thinker.) Bravo! Congratulations, old boy! (She has risen — she slaps him on the back.)
Annys
Geoffrey! (She puts her arms about him.) You never told me anything.
Geoffrey
I know, dear. I was afraid. It mightn't have come off. And then you would have been so dis- appointed.
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Annys
{There are tears in her eyes. She still clings to him*.) I am so glad. Oh, I am so glad!
Geoffrey
It is all your doing. You have been such a splen- did help. {He breaks gently away from her. Turns to St. Herbert, with a lighter tone.) Haven't you anything to say to a fellow? You're not usually dumb.
St. Herbert
It has all been so sudden — as the early Victorian heroine was fond of remarking !
Geoffrey
{Laughs.) It has been sudden. We had. none of us, any idea till yesterday that old Bullock was thinking of resigning.
Elizabeth
{She has risen cud movi d towards the fire.) Won't it necessitate a bye-election?
(Lady Mogton and St. Herbert hart been thinking it out. On the others thi word jells like a bombshell.)
Geoffrey
{He turns to her. lie docs not set their faces.) Yes. But I don't anticipate a contest, The Con- servatives are without a candidate, and I am on good terms with the Labour Party. Perhaps Mr.
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Hunnable {He laughs, then, turning, catches
sight of his wife's face. From Annys he looks to the others. )
Lady Mogton
{She has risen.) You haven't heard, then, of "McCaw versus Potts"?
Geoffrey "McCaw versus Potts!" What the
St. Herbert
Was decided in the House of Lords late yesterday afternoon. Briefly stated, it confers upon women the right of becoming Parliamentary candidates.
Geoffrey
{He is staggered.) You mean
Lady Mogton
Having regard to which, we have decided to bring forward a woman candidate to contest the next bye- election.
Geoffrey Urn ! I see.
Annys
But we never thought — we never anticipated it would be Geoffrey's.
Lady Mogton
I really cannot admit that that alters the case.
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Geoffrey himself would never dream, I am sure, of asking us to sacrifice our cause to his convenience.
Geoffrey No. Of course not. Certainly not.
Lady Mogton
It is perhaps unfortunate that the candidate se- lected
Annys
It is quite impossible. Such a dilemma was never dreamed of.
Lady Mogton
And if not? Is the solidarity of woman
Geoffrey
(Beginning to guess.) Forgive my impatience; but whom have you selected?
Elizabeth
(When she likes she can be quite sweet.) Your wife. (He expected it.) We rather assumed (she appeals to the others with a gesture), I think that the president of the Man's League for the Extension of the Franchise to Women would regard it as a compliment.
Geoffrey
(His dislike for her is already in existence.) Yes. Very thoughtful.
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Annys
You must choose some one else.
Phoebe
But there is no one else.
Annys
There's mamma.
Phoebe
Mamma's too heavy.
Annys
Well, then, there's Elizabeth — there's you!
Geoffrey
Yes. Why not you? You and I could have a jolly little fight.
Lady Mogton
This is not a laughing matter. If I could think of any one to take Annys 's place I should not insist. I cannot.
Phoebe
You see, it mustn't be a crank.
Geoffrey
(He is losing his temper.) Yes, I suppose that does limit you.
Elizabeth
And then — thanks to you — Mrs. Chilvers has had
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such excellent training in politics. It was that, I think, that decided us.
Geoffrey
(Convention forbids his strangling her.) Will somebody kindly introduce me to this lady?
St. Herbert
Ah, yes, of course. You don't know each other, do you? Mr. Geoffrey Chilvers — Mrs. Joseph Spender. Mrs. Spender — Mr. Chilvers, M.P.
Elizabeth
(Sweetly.) Delighted!
Geoffrey
(Not.) Charmed.
Lady Mogton
(To Annys.) I am not indifferent to your dif- ficulty. But the history of woman, my dear Annys, is a history of sacrifice. We give our sons — if neces- sary, our husbands.
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers (Affected.) How true!
Annys
But you are not asking me to give him. You are asking me to fight him. I can't.
Lady Mogton
You mean you won't.
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Annys
You can put it that way if you like. I won't.
(A pause.)
Janet
I thought Mrs. Chilvers had pledged her word.
Elizabeth
Yes. But without her husband's consent. So,. of course, it doesn't count.
Geoffrey
(He turns on her.) Why not you — if there must be a fight? Or would it be against your principles?
Elizabeth Not in the least.
Geoffrey Ah!
Elizabeth
I would offer myself as a substitute. Only it might seem like coming between husband and wife.
Geoffrey
(He turns away with a grunt of disgust.)
Phoebe
It's awfully rough on you, Geoffrey. I can see it from your point of view. But one can't help re- membering the things that you yourself have said.
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Geoffrey
I know; I know. I've been going up and down the country, excusing even your excesses on the ground that no movement can force its way to the front without treading on innumerable toes. For me, now, to cry halt merely because it happens to be my own toes that are in the way would be — ridiculous — absurd — would be monstrous. (Nobody contradicts Jiim.) You are perfectly justified — if this case means what you say it does — in putting up a candidate against me for East Poplar. Only, naturally, it cannot be Annys. (He reaches out his hand to win re Annys stands a little behind him, takes her hand.) Annys and I have fought more than«one election. It has been side by side.
Elizabeth
The lady a little behind.
Geoffrey
(He moves away with an expression of deep an- noyance.)
Janet
(She comes forward. She holds forth her hands with a half-appealing, half-commanding gesture. She almost seems inspired.) Would it not be so much better if, in this first political contest between man and woman, the opponents were two people honouring one another, loving one another? Would it not show to all the world that man and woman
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may meet — contend in public life without anger, without scorn? {There is a pause. They stand listening.) I do not know, but it seems to me that if Mr. Chilvers could bring himself to do this it would be such a big thing — perhaps the most chival- rous thing that a man has ever done to help women. If he would put aside, quite voluntarily, all the man's privilege — just say to the people, "Now choose — one of us two to serve you. We stand before you, equal, my wife and I." I don't know how to put it, but I feel that by merely doing that one thing Mr. Chilvers would solve the whole problem. It would prove that good men are ready to give us of their free accord all that we claim. "We should gain our rights, not by warfare, but through love and under- standing. Wouldn't that be — so much better? (She looks — her hands still appealing — from one to the other.)
(Another silence. They liave all been carried a little off their feet by Janet's earnestness.)
Annys
(She touches him.) What do you think, dear?
Geoffrey
Yes, there's a good deal, of course, in what Miss Blake says.
Annys
It would be a big thing for you to do.
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Phoebe
You see, whatever happened, the seat would be yours. This case only gives us the right to go to the poll. We are keen upon Annys because she's our best card, that's all.
Geoffrey
Do you wish it?
Annys
(She smiles up at him.) I'd rather fight you than any one else.
Geoffrey
You are not afraid that the situation might be — just a trifle comical?
Annys
(Shales her head.) No. I think everybody will say it was rather splendid of you.
Geoffrey Well, if it will help women.
Annys
(She holds out her hand.. She is still in exalted mooel.) We will show how man and woman may be drawn nearer to one another by rivalry for noble ends.
St. Herbert
(He shakes Geoffrey's somewhat limp hand.) I envy you. The situation promises to be piquant.
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Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers It will be a battle of roses.
Lady Mogton
I must go. I shall see you both again to-morrow. (She kisses Geoffrey.) This is an historic day.
Geoffrey Yes. I daresay we shall all remember it.
Lady Mogton
(To Janet.) I will get you to come to the station with me. I can give you your instructions in the cab. (She kisses Annys.) You have been called to a great work. Be worthy of it.
(They are all making ready to go. Annys /ios rung the bell for Hake.)
Janet
(To Annys.) Are you glad?
Annys
(Kisses her.) You showed me the whole thing in a new light. You were splendid. (She turns to Elizabeth.) Didn't I tell you he would convert you ?
Elizabeth
I was wrong to judge all men guilty. There are also — the innocent.
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Annys
(For a moment — but a moment only — she is pleased. Then the doubtful meaning of Elizabeth's words strikes her.)
(Enter Hake.)
Annys
(She has to dismiss Elizabeth.) Oh, Hake
(To Lady Mogton.) You'll want a cab, won't you, mamma ?
Lady Mogton
A taxi Goodbye, everybody.
(She sails out.)
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers
I have my carriage. (To Elizabeth.) Can I give you a lift?
Elizabeth
Thank you. (To Geoffrey.) We shall meet again.
Geoffrey I feel sure of it.
(Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers and Elizabeth go out.)
Phoebe
(To Hake.) Are Miss Blake's things dry yet?
Janet
They'll be quite all right, dear. Please don't
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trouble. (She advances a timid hand to Geof- frey.) Goodbye, Mr. Chilvers.
Geoffrey
(He takes it smiling.) Goodbye.
(She goes out; Hake follows.)
Phoebe
Goodbye, old boy. (They shake hands.) Don't you let her walk over you. Make her fight.
Annys
(Laughing.) Don't you worry about that.
St. Herbert
Would you care to look through McCaw v. Potts? (He has the papers in his hand.)
Geoffrey
I'll ask you for it when I want it.
Phoebe
(At the door.) You'll be alone this evening?
Annys
Yes. Come in to dinner.
Phoebe
All right, Goodbye.
St. Herbert Goodbye.
(Geoffrey and Annys answer them. They go out, closing the door. Geoffrey is by the fire. Annys comes to him.)
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Annys
(She puts her arms round him.) You don't mind?
Geoffrey
(He holds her at arms' length — looking into her eyes and smiling.) I believe you are looking for- ward to it.
Annys
Do you know how long we have been married? Eight years. And do you know, sir, that all that time we have never had a difference? Don't you think it will be good for you?
Geoffrey
Do you know why we have never had a difference? Because you have always had your own way.
Annys Oh!
Geoffrey You have got so used to it, you don't notice it.
Annys
Then it will be good for me. I must lenrn tc suffer opposition. (She laughs.)
Geoffrey You won't like it.
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Annys
Don't you know, I'm not at all sure that I shan't. (Unconsciously they let loose of one another.) You see, I shall have the right of hitting back. (Again she laughs.)
Geoffrey
(Also laughing.) Is woman going to develop the fighting instinct?
Annys I wonder.
(A moment's silence.)
Geoffrey
The difficulty in our case is — there seems nothing to fight about.
Annys
We must think of something. (Laughs.)
Geoffrey
What line are you going to take— what is your
argument: why they should vote for you in pre- ference to me?
Annys
Simply that I am a woman.
Geoffrey
My dear child, that won't be enough. Why should they vote for you merely because you 're a woman ?
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Annys
(Slightly astonished.) Because — because women are wanted in public life.
Geoffrey Who wants them?
Annys
(More astonished.) "Who? Why — (it doesn't seem too clear.) Why, all of us, you, yourself!
Geoffrey
I'm not East Poplar.
Annys
(Is puzzled a moment, then valiantly.) I shall ask them to send me to Parliament to represent the interests of their women — and therefore of them- selves— the interests of their children.
Geoffrey
Children ! What do you know about children ?
(Another silence.)
Annys
Personally — no. We have had no children of our own, of course. But (hopefully) it is a woman's instinct.
Geoffrey
Oh, Lord! That's what the lady said who had buried seven.
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Annys
(Her mouth is growing hard.) Don't you believe in the right of women to share in the govenrment of the country?
Geoffrey
Some women. Yes. I can see some capable
Annys (Winces.)
Geoffrey
elderly, motherly woman who has brought up
a dozen children of her own — who knows the world, being of some real use.
Annys
If it comes to that, there must be — I don't say more "capable," but more experienced, more fath- erly men than yourself.
(He turns, they look at one another. His tone almost touched contempt — hers ivas veiled anger. )
Geoffrey That's the danger. It may come to a real fight.
Annys
(Upon her also the fear has fallen.) It must not. (She flings her arms around him.) We must show
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the world that man and woman can meet — contend in public life without anger, without scorn.
Geoffrey
(He folds her to him.) The very words sound ugly, don't they?
Annys
It would be hideous. {She d?'aws away.) How long will the election last?
Geoffrey
Not long. The writ will be issued on Wednesday. Nomination on Monday — polling, I expect, on Sat- urday. Puts me in mind — I must prepare my elec- tion address.
Annys
I ought to be getting on with mine, too, I suppose.
Geoffrey It ought to be out by to-morrow.
Annys
(With inspiration.) We'll do yours first. (She wonders why he hesitates.)
Geoffrey ''We?" Shan't I have to do it alone— this time?
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Annys
Alone ! Nonsense ! How can you ?
Geoffrey
I'm afraid I shall have to try.
Annys
Um! I suppose you're right. What a nuisance. (She turns away.) I shan't like it.
Geoffrey
(He moves towards the folding doors.) No. It won't be quite the same thing. Goodbye.
Annys
(She crosses to her desk by the window. Not the same instant but the next his "Goodbye" strikes her. She turns.) You're not going, are you?
Geoffrey
(He stops and turns — puzzled at her question.) Only into my study.
Annys
You said "Goodbye."
Geoffrey
(Not remembering.) I did! Must have been thinking of something else. I shall be in here if you want me. (He goes into the other room.)
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Annys
(She has crossed to her desk. She is humming. She seats herself, takes paper and pen, writes. With- out turning — still writing — she raises her voice.) Geoffrey! How do you spell "experimental"? One "r" or two?
(There is no answer. Puzzled at the silence, she looks round. The great folding-doors are closed. She stares in front of her, thinking, then turns again to her work.)
Curtain.
THE SECOND ACT
THE SECOND ACT
Scene: — Liberal Central Committee Rooms, East India Dock Road, Poplar. A large, high room on the first floor of an old-fashioned house. Two high windows right. A door at back is the main entrance. A door left leads to other rooms. The walls are papered with election literature. Conspicuous among the posters displayed is "A Man for Men." "No Petticoat Government." "Will you be Henpecked?" A large, round table left centre is littered with papers and pamphlets. A large desk stands between tlie windows. A set- tee is against the left wall.
(When the curtain rises, Rose Merton (other- wise "Ginger") is discovered seated, her left arm resting on the table. She is a young lady typical of the Cockney slavey type, dressed according to the ideas of her class as regards the perfect lady. Her hat is charac- teristic. Her gloves, her reticule, her um- brella— the later something rather :' saucy '"-" are displayed around her. She is feeling comfortable and airing her views. Mrs. 53
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Chinn is laying the cloth over a portion of the table, with some tea-things. Mrs. Chinn is a narrow, thin-chested lady with thin hands and bony wrists. No one since her husband died has ever seen her without her bound. Its appearance suggests the possibility that she sleeps in it. It is black, like her dress. The whole figure is decent, but dingy.)
Ginger "Wot I say about the question is
Mrs. Chinn Do you mind moving your arm?
Ginger
Beg pardon. (She shifts.) Wot I say is, why not give us the vote and end all the talking?
Mrs. Chinn You think it would have that effect?
Ginger
Well! we don't want to go on being a nuisance — longer than we can possibly 'elp !
Mrs. Chinn
Daresay you're right. It's about the time most people stop.
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Ginger
You've never thought much about the question yourself, 'ave you, Mrs. Chinn?
Mrs. Chinn
I ain't fretted much about it.
Ginger
Was a time when I didn't. I used to be all for — you know — larking about. I never thought much about anything.
Mrs. Chinn Ah ! it 's a useful habit.
Ginger What is?
Mrs. Chinn Thinking.
Ginger
It's what we women 'aven't done enough of — in the past, I mean. All that's going to be altered. In the future there's going to be no difference between men and women.
Mrs. Chinn
(Slowly, quietly she turns upon Ginger her ex- pressionless eyes. )
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Ginger Mentally, I mean, o' course.
Mrs. Chinn
(Takes back her eyes.)
Ginger
Do you know, Mrs. Chinn, that once upon a time there was only one sex? (She spreads herself.) Hus!
Mrs. Chinn
You ain't thinking of going back to it, are you?
Ginger Not if the men be'ave themselves.
Mrs. Chinn
Perhaps they're doing their best, poor things! It don't do to be too impatient with them.
Ginger
Was talking to old Dot-and-carry-one the other d'y. You know who I mean — chap with the wooden leg as 'as 'is pitch outside the "George." "Wot do you wimmen want worrying yourselves about things outside the We?" 'e says to me. "You've got the children," 'e says. "Oh," I says, "and whose fault's that, I'd like to know? You wait till we've got the vote," I says, "we'll soon show you "
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Sigsby enters. Sigsby is a dapper little man, very brisk and bustling — hirsute — looks as if he wanted dusting, cleaning tip generally.)
Sigsby
That young blackguard come back yet? Ginger
(At sound of Sigsby 's voice she springs up. At first is about to offer excuses for being found seated, but recollects herself.)
Mrs. Chinn Which one, sir?
Sigsby
Young Jawbones — what's he call himself ?— Gor- don.
Mrs. Chinn Not yet, sir.
Sigsby
(Grunts.) My chop ready?
Mrs. Chinn I expect it's about done. I'll see.
(She goes out.)
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SlGSBY
(He turns to Ginger.) What can I do for you?
Ginger
(She produces a letter.) I was to wait for an answer.
Sigsby
(He opens and reads it.) What do they expect me to do?
Ginger
'Er ladyship thought as perhaps you would con- sult Mr. Chilvers 'imself on the subject.
Sigsby
Look here. "What I want to know is this: am I being asked to regard Lady Mogton as my oppo- nent's election agent, or as my principal's mother- in-law? That point's got to be settled. (His vehe- mence deepens.) Look at all these posters. Not to be used for fear the other side mayn't like them. Now Lady Mogton writes me that my candidate's supporters are not to employ a certain argument she disapproves of: because, if they do, she'll tell his wife. Is this an election, or is it a family jar?
(Jawbones enters. Jawbones — otherwise "Wil- liam Gordon — is a clean-shaven young hooli-
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gan. He ivears a bicycle cap on the lack of his head, allowing a picturesque tuft of hair to fall over his forehead. Evidently he is suffering from controlled indignation.)
Sigsby
(Seeing him.) Oh, so you've come back, have you?
Jawbones
I 'ave, wot's left of me.
Sigsby
What have you been doing?
Jawbones
Clinging to a roof for the last three hours.
Sigsby
Clinging to a roof! What for?
Jawbones
(He boils over.) Wot for? 'Cos I didn't want to fall off! Wot do you think: 'cos I was fond of it?
Sigsby
I don't understand
Jawbones
You find yourself 'alf way up a ladder, posting
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bills as the other side 'as took objection to — with a crowd of girls from Pink's jam factory waiting for yon at the bottom with a barrel of treacle, and you will understand. Nothing else for me to do, o' course, but to go up. Then they took the ladder away.
SlGSBY
Where are the bills?
Jawbones
Last I see of them was their being put into a 'earse on its way to Ilford Cemetery.
Sigsby
This has got to be seen into. This sort of thing can't be allowed to go on. (He snatch ex up his hat.)
Jawbones
There's another suggestion I'd like to make.
Sigsby (Pauses.)
Jawbones
That is, if this election is going to be fought fairly, that our side should be provided with 'atpins.
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SlGSBY
(Grunts.) Tell Mrs. Chinn to keep that chop warm. (He goes out.)
Ginger
(She begins to giggle. It grows into a shrill hee- haw. )
Jawbones
(He looks at her fixedly.)
Ginger
(Her laugh under the stern eye of Jawbones, dies away.)
Jawbones
Ain't no crowd of you 'ere, you know. Nothing but my inborn chivalry to prevent my pulling your nose.
Ginger
(Cowed, but simmering.) Chivalry! (A shrill snort.)
Jawbones
Yus. And don't you put a strain upon it neither. Because I tell you straight, it 's weakening.
Ginger
(His sudden fierceness has completely cowed her.)
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Jawbones
You wimmin
{There re-enters Mrs. Chinn with a tray. He is between them.)
That's old Sigsby's chop?
Mrs. Chinn
Yes. He hasn't gone out again, has he?
Jawbones
I'll 'ave it. Get 'im another. Guess 'e won't be back for 'alf an hour.
Mrs. Chinn
He's nasty when his food ain't ready.
Jawbones
(He takes the tray from her.) Not your fault. Tell 'im I took it from you by brute force.
Mrs. Chinn
(She acquiesces with her usual even absence of all emotion.)
Jawbones
You needn't stop. Miss Rose Merton will do the waiting.
Ginger
(Starts, then begins to collect her etceteras.)
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Mrs. Chinn
Perhaps there'll be time to cook him another.
(She goes out.)
Jawbones
Take off that cover.
Ginger
( She starts on a oolt for the door. )
Jawbones
(He is quite prepared. In an instant he is in front of her.) No, yer don't.
(A pause.) Take off that cover.
Ginger
(She still hesitates.)
Jawbones
If yer don't do what I tell yer, I'll 'ide yer. I'm in the mood.
Ginger
(She takes off the cover.)
Jawbones
(He seats himself and falls to.) Now pour me out a cup of tea.
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Ginger
(Is pouring it out.)
Jawbones
Know why yer doing it?
Ginger
(With shrill indignation.) Yus. Becos yer got me 'ere alone, yer beast, with only that cracked image of a Mrs. Chirm
Jawbones That'll do.
Ginger
(It is sujjicii ill . She stops.)
Jawbones
None of yer insults agen a lady as I 'olds in 'igh respect. The rest of it is all right. Becos I've got yer 'ere alone. You wimmin, you think it's going to pay you to chuck law and order. You're out for a fight, are yer?
Ginger
Yus, and we're going to win. Brute force 'as 'ad its d'y. It's brains wot are going to rule the wrold. Ami we've got 'em.
(She has become quite oratorical.)
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JAWBONES
Grlad to 'ear it. Take my tip: you'll use 'em. Meanwhile I'll 'ave another cup o' tea.
Ginger
(She takes the cup — is making for the window.)
Jawbones
(Fierce again.) I said tea.
Ginger
All right, I was only going to throw the slops out of window. There ain't no basin.
Jawbones
I'll tell yer when I want yer to open the window and call for the p'lice. You can throw 'em into the waste-paper basket.
Ginger
(She obeys.)
Jawbones
Thank you. Very much obliged. One of these d'ys, maybe, you'll marry.
Ginger When I do, it'll be a man, not a monkey.
Jawbones
I'm not proposing. I'm talking to you for your good.
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Ginger (Snorts.)
Jawbones
You've been listening to a lot of toffs. Easy enough for them to talk about wimmen not being domestic drudges. They keep a cook to do it. They don't pity 'er for being a down-trodden slive, spend- ing sixteen hours a d'y in their kitchen with an evening out ODce a week. When you marry it will be to a bloke like me, a working man . . .
Ginger
Working! (She follows it with a shrill laugh.) Jawbones
Yus. There's always a class as laughs when you mention the word "work." Them as knows wot it is, don't. I've been at it since six o'clock this morn- ing, carrying a ladder, a can of paste weighing twenty pounds, and two 'undred double royal posters. You try it! When 'e comes 'ome, 'e'll want 'is victuals. If you've got 'em ready for 'im and are looking nice — no reason why you shouldn't — and feeling amiable, you'll get on very well to- gether. If you are going to argue with 'im about woman's sphere, you'll get the worst of it.
Ginger You always was a bully.
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Jawbones
Not always. Remember last Bank 'oliday? (He winks.)
Ginger
(She tries not to give in.)
Jawbones
'Ave a cup of tea. (He pours it out for her.)
Ginger
(The natural woman steals in — she sits.)
Jawbones
'Ow are they doing you, fairly well?
Ginger Oh ! Well, nothing to grumble at.
Jawbones
You can do a bit o' dressing on it.
Ginger
(She meets his admiring eye. The suffragette de- parts.) Dressing don't cost much — when you've got tyste.
Jawbones
Wot! Not that 'at?
Ginger Made it myself.
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Jawbones No!
Ginger
Honour bright ! Tell yer-
( Geoffrey and St. Herbert enter. Jawbones and Ginger make to rise. Ginger succeeds.)
Geoffrey
All right, all right. Don't let me disturb the party. Where's Mr. Sigsby?
Jawbones
Gone to look up the police, I think, sir. (Having finished, he rises.) Some of those factory girls been up to their larks again.
Geoffrey
Qmph! What's it about this time?
Jawbones
They've took objection to one of our posters.
Geoffrey
What another! (To St. Herbert.) Woman has disappointed me as a fighter. She's wiling enough to strike. If you hit back, she's surprised and grieved.
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St. Herbert
She's come to the game rather late.
Geoffrey
She might have learned the rules. ( To Jawbones. ) Which particular one is it that has failed to meet with their approval?
Jawbones
It's rather a good one, sir, from our point of view: "Why she left her 'appy 'ome."
Geoffrey I don't seem to remember it. Have I seen it?
Jawbones
I don't think you 'ave, sir. It was Mr. Sigsby's idea. On the left the ruined 'ome, baby crying it's little 'eart out — eldest child lying on the floor, scalded < — upset the tea-kettle over itself — youngest boy in flames — been playing with matches, nobody there to stop 'im. At the open door the father, returning from work. Nothing ready for 'im. On the other side — 'er, on a tub, spouting politics.
Geoffrey
(To St. Herbert.) Sounds rather good.
Jawbones
Wait a minute. There was a copy somewhere about
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— a proof. (He is searching for it on the desk — finds it.) Yus, 'ere 'tis. (To Ginger.) Catch 'old.
(Jawbones and Ginger hold it displayed.) That's the one, sir.
St. Herbert
Why is the working man, for pictorial purposes, always a carpenter?
Ginger It's the skirt we object to.
Geoffrey The skirt ! What 's wrong with the skirt ?
Ginger
"Well, it's only been out of fashion for the last three years, that's all.
Geoffrey
Oh! I see. (To St. Herbert.) We've been hitting them below the belt. What do you think I ought to do about it?
St. Herbert
What would you have thought yourself, three weeks ago?
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Geoffrey
You and I have been friends ever since we were boys. You rather like me, don't you?
St. Herbert (Puzzled.) Yes.
Geoffrey
If I were to suddenly hit you on the nose, what would happen?
St. Herbert
I understand. "Woman has suddenly started bit- ing man on the nose. Her excuse being that she really couldn't keep her hands off him any longer.
Jawbones
(He has pinned the poster to the wall.) They begun it. To 'ear them talk, you'd think as man had never done anything right.
Geoffrey
He's quite right. Their posters are on every hoarding: "Who's made all the Muddles? Man!" "Men's Promises! Why it's all Froth!" Woman this Time ! " I suppose it will have to go.
Jawbones
(Hopefully.) Up, sir?
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Geoffrey No, Jawbones. Into the dust-heap with the rest. (Jawbones is disgusted. Ginger is trium- phant.)
Geoffrey
I must talk to Sigsby. He's taking the whole thing too seriously. It will be some time before we reach that stage. (To Jawbones.) Ask Mrs. Chinn to bring me a cup of tea.
(Jawbones goes out.)
(He seats himself at table and takes up some cor- respondence. (To Ginger.) Are you waiting for any one?
Ginger
A letter from her ladyship. (She picks up from the desk and hands him (In letter Sigsby had thrown there.) Her ladyship thought you ought to be con- sulted.
Geoffrey
(He reads the short letter with a gathering frown — hands it across to St. Herbert.)
St. Herbert
(Having read, he passes it back in silence.)
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Geoffrey
(To Ginger.) Do you know the contents of this letter?
Ginger
The matter has been discussed among us — in- formally.
Geoffrey
Tell Lady Mogton I'll — talk to her myself on the subject.
Ginger
Thank you. (She collects her etceteras.) Good afternoon.
Geoffrey
(Shortly.) Good afternoon.
Ginger
(She hows graciously to St. Herbert, who responds. Goes out.)
Geoffrey The devil of it is that it's the truth.
St. Herbert
Somebody was bound to say it, sooner or later!
Geoffrey
Yes, but one 's own wife ! This is a confoundedly awkward situation.
74 THE MASTER OF MRS. CHILVERS St. Herbert
(He comes to him, stands looking down at him.)
Did it ever occur to you, when you were advocating equal political rights for women, that awkward situa- tions might arise?
Geoffrey
(He leans back in liis chair.) Do you remember Tommy the Terrier, as they used to call him in the House, was always preaching Socialism .'
St. Herbert
Quito the most amusing man I ever met!
Geoffrey
And not afraid of being honest. Do you remember his answer when somebody asked him whal he would do if Socialism, by any chance, really became es- tablished in England? He had just married an American heiress. He said he should emigrate. I am still convinced that woman is entitled to equal political rights with man. I didn't think it was coming in my time. There are points in the problem remaining to be settled before we can arrive at a working solution. This is one of them. (He takes up lh< h II, r and raids.) "Are you prepared to have as your representative a person who for six months out of every year may be incapacitated from serving you?" It's easy enough to say I oughtn't to allow
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my supporters to drag in the personal element. I like it even less myself. But what's the answer?
(Jawbones enters with a tray.)
Jawbones
(Places tray on table.) Tea's coming in a minute, sir. (He is clearing away.)
Geoffrey
Never mind all that. (He hands him a slip.) Take this to the printers. Tell them I must have a proof to-night.
Jawbones
Yes, sir. (Finds his cap and goes out.)
St. Herbert
The answer, I should say, would be that the ma- jority of women will continue to find something better to do. The women who throw themselves into poli- tics will be the unattached women, the childless wo- men. (In an instant he see his mistake, but it is too late.)
Geoffrey
(He rises, crosses to the desk, throws into a waste- paper-basket a piece of crumpled paper that was in his hand; then turns. The personal note has entered into the discussion.) The women who want to be childless — what about them?
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St. Herbert
(He shrugs his shoulders.) Are there any such?
Geoffrey
There are women who talk openly of woman's share in the general scheme being a "burden" on her — an "incubus."
St. Herbert
A handful of cranks. To the normal woman motherhood has always been the one supreme desire.
Geoffrey
Because children crowned her with honour. The barren woman was despised. All that is changing. This movement is adding impulse to it.
St. Herbert Movements do not alter instincts.
Geoffrey
But they do. Ever since man emerged from the jungle he has been shedding his instincts — shaping them to new desires. Where do you find this all- prevailing instinct towards maternity? Among the women of society, who sacrifice it without a moment's hesitation to their vanity — to their mere pleasures? The middle-class woman — she too, is demanding "freedom." Children, servants, the home! — they are
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too much for her ''nerves." And now there comes this new development, appealing to the intellectual woman. Is there not danger of her preferring polit- ical ambition, the excitement of public life, to what has come to be regarded as the "drudgery" of turn- ing four walls into a home, of peopling the silence with the voices of the children? {He crosses to the table— lays Iris hand again on the open letter.) How
do you know that this may not be her answer "I
have no children. I never mean to have children"?
(Sigsby enters in company with Ben Lamb, M.P. Lamb is a short, thick-set, good-tem- pered man.)
Ah, Lamb, how are you?
Lamb
(They greet one another.) How are things going?
Sigsby
They're not going at all well.
Geoffrey Sigsby was ever the child of despondency.
Sigsby
Yes, and so will you be when you find yourself at the bottom of the poll.
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Geoffrey
(The notion lakes him by surprise.)
Lamb
It's going to be a closer affair than any of us thought. It's the joke of the thing that appears to have got hold of them. They want to see what will happen.
Geoffrey
Man's fatal curiosity concerning the eternal feminine !
Sigsby
Yes, and they won't have to pay for it. That will be our department.
St. Herbert
(To Sigsby.) What do you think they'll do, sup- posing by any chance Mrs. Chilvers should head the poll?
Sigsby
How do you mean — "what 11 they do"?
St. Herbert
Do you think they'll claim the seat?
Sigsby
Claim the seat! What do you think they're out for — their health? Get another six months' adver-
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tisement, if they don't get anything else. Mean- while what's our position — just at the beginning of our ministerial career?
Geoffrey They will not claim the seat.
Sigsby How do you know?
Geoffrey I know my wife.
Lamb
(After a moment's silence.) Quite sure you do?
(Geoffrey turns.)
Lamb
Ever seen a sheep fighting mad ? I have. Damned sight worse than the old ram.
Geoffrey She doesn't fight the ram.
Lamb
(He makes a sweeping movement that takes in the room, the election — all things.) What's all this? We thought woman hadn't got the fighting instinct — that we "knew her." My boy, we're in the infants' class.
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SlGSBY
If you want to be his Majesty's Under-Secretary for Home Affairs, you take my tip, guv 'nor, you'll win this election.
Geoffrey
What more can I do than I'm doing? How can I countenance this sort of thing? (He indicates the posters.) Declare myself dead against the whole movement ?
Lamb
You'll do it later. May as well do it soon.
Geoffrey Why must I do it ?
Lamb
Because you're beginning to find out what it means.
(A pause. The door is open. Annys is stand- ing there.)
Annys
Dare we venture into the enemy's camp?
(She enters, laughing, followed by Elizabeth and Phoebe. Annys is somewhat changed ifrom the grave, dreamy Annys of a short week ago. She is brimming over ivith vitality — excitement. There is a decisiveness, an
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egoism, about her that seems new to her. The women's skirts make a flutter. A breeze seems to have entered. Annys runs to her husband. For the moment the election fades away. They are all smiles tenderness for one another.)
Annys
Don 't tell, will you ? Mamma would be so shocked. Do you know you haven't been near me for three days?
Geoffrey Umph! I like that. Where were you last night?
Annys
Last night? In the neighbourhood of Leicester Square till three o'clock. Oh, Geoff, there's such a lot wants altering !
(She turns to greet the others.)
Geoffrey
Your ruining your health won't do it. You're looking fagged to death.
Annys
(She shakes hands with Sigsby.) How are you? (To Lamb.) I'm so glad you're helping him. (She turns again to Geoffrey.) Pure imagination, dear- est. I never felt better in my life.
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Geoffrey
Umph! Look at all those lines underneath your eyes. (He shakes hands with Elizabeth.) How do you do? (To Phoebe.) How are you?
Annys
(She comes back to him — makes to smooth the lines from his forehead.) Look at all those, there. We'll run away together for a holiday, when it's all over. "What are you doing this evening?
Sigsby
You promised to speak at a Smoker to-night ; the Bow and Bromley Buffaloes.
Annys
Oh, bother the Buffaloes. Take me out to dinner. I am free after seven.
(Mrs. Ciiinn has entered — is arranging the table
for tea. Annys goes to her.)
How are you, Mrs. Chinn?
Mrs. Ciiinn
(SJk wipes h<r hand on her apron before taking Annys 's proffered hand.)
Geoffrey
(To Sigsby.) I can turn up there later in the evening. (He joins tin others for a moment — talks with them.)
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Mrs. Chinn
(Now shaking hands.) Quite well, thank you, ma'am. (She has cast a keen motherly glance at Annys.) I hope you're taking care of yourself, ma 'am.
Annys
Of course I am. "We Politicians owe it to our Party. (Laughs.) How are they getting on here, without me?
Mrs. Chinn
Well, ma'am, from what I can see, I think Mr. Chilvers is trusting a little too much to his merits. Shall I bring some more cups and saucers, sir?
Geoffrey Ah, yes! (To Annys.) You'll have some tea?
Annys
Strong, please, Mrs. Chinn.
(Mrs. Chinn goes out.)
(Laughs.) Yes, I know it's bad for me. (She puts a hand over his mouth.)
Phoebe
Old Mother Chinn is quite right, you know, Geoff. You're not putting up a good fight.
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Geoffrey
(A slight irritability begins to show itself.) I frankly confess that I am not used to fighting women.
Elizabeth
Yes. It was easier no doubt, when we took it lying down.
Annts
You promised, if I brought you, that you would be good.
Geoffrey
I wish it had been you.
Phoebe
Yes, but we don 't !
(As she and Elizabeth move away.)
Did you have a row with the doctor when you were born?
(To which Elizabeth replies, though the words reach only Phoebe : "1 might have, if I had known that my mother was doing all the work, while he was -pocketing the fee!")
Lamb
You see, Mrs. Chilvers, our difficulty is that there is nothing to be said against you — except one thing.
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Annts
What's that?
Lamb
That you're a woman.
Annys
(Smiling.) Isn't that enough?
Sigsby
Quite enough, Mrs. Chilvers, if the guv 'nor would only say it.
Annys
(To Geoffrey.) Why don't you? I'll promise not to deny it.
(The others drift apart. TJiey group them- selves near to the window. They talk to- gether— grow evidently interested and ex- cited. )
Geoffrey
I have just had a letter from your — Election Agent, expressing indignation with one of my sup- porters for merely having hinted at the fact.
Annys
I don't understand.
Geoffrey
(He takes from the table the letter and hands it to her in silence. He seats himself on the settee and watches her.)
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Annys
{She seats herself on a chair just opposite to him; reads the letter through in silence.) In my case it does not apply.
Geoffrey How do you know?
Annys
{The atmosphere has grown suddenly oppressive.) Oh, I — I think we might find some other reason than that. {She hands him back the letter.)
Geoffrey
It's the only one of any importance. It embraces all the others. Small women be mother — or politi- cian? {He puts the letter in his pocket.)
Annys
Why cannot she be both ?
Geoffrey
{He is looking at her searchingly.) Because if she is the one, she doesn 't want to be the other.
{A silence.)
Annys
You are wrong. It is the mother instinct that makes us politicians. We want to take care of the world.
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Geoffrey
Exactly. You think man's job more interesting than your own.
Annys
(After a moment.) "Who told you that it was a man's job?
Geoffrey
"Well. (Re shrugs his shoulders.) "We can't do yours.
Annys
Can't we help each other?
Geoffrey
As, for instance, in this election! (He gives a short laugh.)
Annys
Of course, this is an exceptional case.
Geoffrey
It's an epitome of the whole question. You are trying to take my job away from me. To the neglect of your own.
Annys
(After another moment's silence.) Haven't I always tried to do my duty?.
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Geoffrey
I have thought so.
Annys
Oh, my dear, we mustn't quarrel. You will win this election. I want you to win it. Next time we must fight side by side again.
Geoffrey
Don't you see? Fighting you means fighting the whole movement. (He indicates the posters pinned to the walls.) That sort of thing.
Annys
(After a brief inspection.) Not that way. (Shak- ing her head.) It would break my heart for you to turn against us. Win because you are the better man. (Smiling.) I want you to be the better man.
Geoffrey I would rather be your husband.
Annys
(Smiling.) Isn't that the same thing?
Geoffrey No. I want a wife.
Annys
What precisely do you mean by "wife"?
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Geoffrey
It's an old established word.
(Mrs. Chinn has entered to complete the tea arrangements. She is arranging the table.)
Mrs. Chinn
There's a deputation downstairs, sir, just come for you.
Geoffrey What are they?
Mrs. Chinn
It's one of those societies for the reform of some- thing. They said you were expecting them.
Sigsby
(Breaking away from the group by the window.)
Quite right. (Looks at his watch.) Five o'clock, I'll bring them up.
Geoffrey Happen to know what it is they want to reform?
Sigsby
(By door.) Laws relating to the physical re- lationship between the sexes, I think.
Geoffrey Oh, only that!
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SlGSBY
Something of the sort.
(He goes out. Mrs. Chinn also by the other door. )
Geoffrey
(Rising.) "Will you pour out?
Annys
(She has been thinking. She comes bach to the present.) We shan't be in your way .'
Geoffrey Oh, no. It will make it easier to get rid of them.
(Annys changes her (hair. Tin others gather round. Tin service and drinking of tea pro- ceeds in the usual course.)
(To Elizabeth.) You'll take some tea?
Elizabeth Thank you.
Geoffrey You must be enjoying yourself just now.
Elizabeth
(Makes a moue.) They insist on my being agree- able.
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Annys
It's so good for her. Teaches her self control. Lamb
I gather from Mrs. Spender, that in the perfect world there will be no men at all.
Elizabeth
Oh, yes, they will be there. But in their proper places.
St. Herbert
That's why you didn't notice them.
(The Deputation reaches the door. The sound of voices is heard.)
Phoebe
She's getting on very well. If she isn't careful, she'll end up by being a flirt.
(The Deputation enters, guided by Sigsby. Its number is five, two men and three women. Eventually they group themselves — some standing, some sitting— each side of Geof- frey. The others gather round Annys, who laps her seat at the opposite side of the table.)
Sigsby
{Talking as he enters.) Exactly what I have al- ways maintained.
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Hopper
It would make the husband quite an interesting person.
Sigsby
(Cheerfully.) That's the idea. Here we are, guv 'nor. This is Mr. Chilvers.
(Geoffrey botes, the Deputation also. Sigsby introduces a remarkably boyish looking man, dressed in knickerbockers.)
Sigsby
This is Mr. Peekin, who has kindly consented to act as spokesman. (To the Deputation, generally.) Will you have some tea?
Miss Borlasse
(A thick-set, masculine-featured lady, with short hair and hairy eyebrows. Her deep, decisive tone settles the question.) Thank you we have so little time.
Mr. Peekin
We propose, Mr. Chilvers, to come to the point at once. (He is all smiles, caressing gestures.)
Geoffrey Excellent.
Peekin
If I left a baby at your door, what would you do with it?
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Geoffrey
(For a moment he is taken aback, recovers him- self.) Are you thinking of doing so?
Peekin
It's not impossible.
Geoffrey
Well, it sounds perhaps inhospitable, but do you know I really think I should ask you to take it away again.
Peekin
Yes, but by the time you find it there, I shall have disappeared — skedaddled.
Hopper
Good. (He rubs his hands. Smiles at the others.)
Geoffrey
In that case I warn you that I shall hand it over to the police.
Peekin
(He turns to the others.) I don't myself see what else Mr. Chilvers could be expected to do.
Miss Borlasse
He'd be a fool not to.
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Geoffrey
Thank you. So far we seem to be in agreement, And now may I ask to what all tins is leading?
Peekin
(He changes from the dcbonnaire to the dramatic.)
How many men, Mr. Chilvers, leave their babies every year at the door of poverty-stricken women? "What are the y expected to do with them?
(A moment. The Deputation murmur ap- proval.)
Geoffrey
I see. But is there no difference between the two doors? I am not an accomplice.
Peekin
An accomplice ! Is the ignorant servant-girl — first lured into the public-house, cajoled, tricked, de- ceived by false promises — the half starved shop-girl in the hands of the practised libertine — is she an accomplice ?
Mrs. Peekin
(A dowdily-dressed, untidy woman, but the face is sweet and tender.) Ah, Mr. Chilvers, if you could only hear the stories that I have heard from dying lips.
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Geoffrey
Very pitful, my dear lady. And, alas, only too old. But there are others. It would not be fair to blame always the man.
Annys
(Unnoticed, drawn by the subject, she has risen and comes down.) Perhaps not. But the punish- ment always falls on the woman. Is that quite fair?
Geoffrey
(He is irritated at Annys 's incursion into the dis- cussion.) My dear Annys, that is Nature's law, not man's. All man can do is to mitigate it.
Peekin
That is all we ask. The suffering, the shame, must always be the woman's. Surely that is sufficient.
Geoffrey "What do you propose?
Miss Borlasse
(In her deep, fierce tones.) That all children born out of wedlock should be a charge upon the rates.
Miss Ricketts
(A slight, fair, middle-aged woman, with a ner-
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vous hesitating manner.) Of course, only if the mother wishes it.
Geoffrey
{The proposal staggers him. But the next mo- ment it inspires lii»i with mingled anger and amuse- ment.) My dear, good people, have you stopped for one moment to consider what the result of your proposal would be?
Peekin
For one thins:, Mr. Chilvers, the adding to the populace of healthy children in. place of the stunted and diseased abortions that is all that these poor women, out of their scanty earnings, can afford to present to the State.
Geoffrey
Humph ! That incidentally it would undermine the whole institution of marriage, let loose the flood- gates that at present hold immorality in check, doesn't appear to trouble you. That the law must be al- tered to press less heavily upon the woman, that the man must be made an equal sharer in the penalty — all that goes without saying. The remedy you pro- pose would be a thousand times worse than the disease.
Annys
And meanwhile? Until you have devised this scheme {there is a note of contempt in her voice)
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Geoffrey
The evil must continue. As other evils have to until the true remedy is found.
Peekin
{He has hurriedly consulted with the others. All have risen — he turns to Geoffrey.) You will not support our demand?
Geoffrey
Support it! Do you mean that you cannot your- selves see that you are holdng out an indemnity to every profligate, male and female, throughout the land — that you would be handicapping, in the strug- gle for existence, every honest man and woman de- sirous of bringing up their children in honour and in love? Your suggestion is monstrous!
Peekin
{The little man is not without his dignity.) "We apologise, Mr. Chilvers, for having taken up your time.
Geoffrey
I am sorry the matter was one offering so little chance of agreement.
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Peekin
We will make only one slight further trespass on your kindness. Mrs. Chilvers, if one may judge, would seem to be more in sympathy with our views. Might we — it would be a saving of time and shoe leather (he smiles) — might we take this opportunity of laying our case before her?
Geoffrey It would be useless.
(A short silence. Annys, with Elizabeth and Phoebe a little behind her, stands right. Lamb, Sigsby, and St. Herbert are behind Geoffrey centre. The Deputation is left.)
Hopper
Do we gather that in this election you speak for both candidates?
Geoffrey
In matters of common decency, yes. My wife does not associate herself with movements for the encouragement of vice.
(There is another moment's silence.)
Annys
But, Geoffrey dear — we should not be encourag- ing the evil. We should still seek to find the man, to punish him. The woman would still suffer
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Geoffrey
My dear Annys, this is neither the time nor place for you and me to argue out the matter. I must ask you to trust to my judgment.
Annys
I can understand your refusing, but why do you object to my
Geoffrey
Because I do not choose for my wife's name to be linked with a movement that I regard as criminal. I forbid it.
(It was the moment that was bound to come. The man's instincts, training, have involun- tarily asserted themselves. Shall the woman yield f If so, then down goes the whole movement — her claim to freedom of judg- ment, of action, in all things. All watch the struggle with breathless interest.)
Annys
(She speaks very slowly, very quietly, but with a new note in her voice.) I am sorry, but I have given much thought to this matter, and — I do not agree with you.
Mrs. Peekin
You will help us?
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Annys
I will do what I can.
Peekin
(He takes from his pocket a folded paper.) It is always so much more satisfactory when these things are in writing. Candidates, with the best intentions in the world, are apt to forget. (He has spread the paper on a corner of the table. He has in his hand his fountain-pen.)
Annys
(With a smile.) I am not likely to forget, but if you wish it (She approaches the table.)
Geoffrey
(He interposes. His voice is very low, almost a whisper.) My wife wall not sign.
Annys
(She also speaks low, but there is no yielding in her voice.) I am not only your wife. I have a duty also to others.
Geoffrey
It is for you to choose. (He leaves the way open to her.)
(The silence can almost be felt. She moves to the table, takes up the paper. It contains but a few lines of writing. Having read it, she holds out her hand for the pen. Peekin
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puts it in her hand. With a firm hand she signs, folds the paper, and returns it to him. She remains standing by the table. With the removal of the tension there comes a rustle, a breaking of the silence.)
Miss Ricketts
(She seizes Annys hand, hanging listlessly by her side, and, stooping, kisses it.)
Miss Borlasse
That is all, isn't it?
Peekin
"We thank you, Mrs. Chilvers. Good afternoon.
Annys
(The natural reaction is asserting itself. She pulls herself together sufficiently to murmur her answer.) Good afternoon.
Mrs. Peekin
(The Deputation is moving away; she takes from her waist a small bunch of flowers, and, turning, places them in Annys 's hand.)
Annys
(She smiles, remains standing silent, the flowers in her hand.)
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{"Good afternoons" are exchanged with some of the others. Finally:)
Peekin
Good afternoon, Mr. Chilvers.
Geoffrey
(Who has moved away.) Good afternoon.
(The Deputation joins Sigsby by the door. He leads them out.)
Elizabeth
(To Phoebe.) Are you going my way?
Phoebe
(She glances round at Annys.) Yes, I'll come with you.
St. Herbert
I will put you into a bus, if you will let me. We don't sport many cabs in East Poplar. (He is help- ing Elizabeth with her cloak.)
Elizabeth Thank you.
Lamb
I've got to go up West. (To Geoffrey.) Will you be at the House this evening?
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Geoffrey
(He is standing by the desk pretending to look at some papers.) I shall look in about ten o'clock.
Lamb
One or two things I want to say to you. Good- bye for the present.
Geoffrey Goodbye !
Phoebe
Goodbye, old man. (She stretches out her hand.)
Geoffrey
Goodbye. (She shakes hands with a smile, ex- changes a casual "goodbye" with Elizabeth.)
(They go towards the door.) (Sigsby re-enters.)
SlGSBY
(To Lamb.) Are you going?
Lamb
Yes. I'll see you to-morrow morning. About ten o 'clock.
Sigsby
I shall be here. (He exchanges a "good after- noon" with the others.)
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{They go out. Sigsby crosses and goes into the other room.)
Annys
(She has let fall the floivers on the table. She crosses to where Geoffrey still stands by the desk, his back towards her. She stretches out her hand, touches him-. He does not move.) Geoffrey!
(But still he takes no notice.)
I am so sorry. We must talk it over quietly — at home.
Geoffrey
(He turns.) Home! I have no home. I have neither children nor Avife. I keep a political opponent.
(Annys starts back with a cry. He crosses in front of her and seats himself at the table. The flowers are lying there; he throws them into the waste-paper basket.)
Annys
(She puts on her cloak, moves toivards the door. Half-way sh e pauses, makes a movement towards him. But he will not see. Then a hard look comes into her eyes, and without another word she goes out, leaving the door open.)
(Sigsby is heard moving in the other room.)
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Geoffrey
(He is writing.) Sigsby.
Sigsby Hallo!
Geoffrey
That poster I told young Gordon I wouldn't sanction, "The "Woman spouting politics, the Man returning to a slattern's home."
(Sigsby enters.)
Sigsby
I have countermanded them.
Geoffrey
Countermand them again. We shall want a thousand.
Sigsby
(Can hardly believe his ears.)
Geoffrey
(With a gesture round the room.) All of them. "A Man for Men!" "Save the Children!" "Guard your Homes!" All the damned collec- tion. Order as many as you want.
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SlGSBY
(His excitement rising.) I can go ahead. You mean it?
Geoffrey
(He looks at him.) It's got to be a fight! (A moment. He returns to his writing.) Telephone Hake that I shall be dining at the Reform Club.
Curtain.
THE THIRD ACT
THE THIRD ACT
Scene : — A room in the Town Hall, Poplar. A high, bare, cold room, unfurnished except for cane- bottomed chairs ranged against the walls. French windows right give on to a balcony overlooking the street. Door in back opens upon a stone pas- sage. A larger door opens into another room, through which one passes to reach the room in which the counting of the votes is taking place. A fire burns — or rather tries to burn. The room is lighted from the centre of the ceiling by an electric sun. A row of hat-pegs is on the wall between the two doors. The time is about 9 p.m.
{People entering from the street wear coats or cloaks, &c, the season being early spring. If passing through or staying in the room, they take off their outdoor things and hang them up, putting them on again before going out.)
(Jawbones is coaxing the reluctant fire by using a newspaper as a blower. He curses stead- ily under his breath. The door opens. Ginger enters; she is dressed in cheap furs.) 109
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Jawbones
Shut the door, can 't yer !
Ginger Don't yer want a draught?
Jawbones
No, I don't. Not any more than I've got.
Ginger
(She shuts the door.) 'Ave they begun counting the votes?
Jawbones
Been at it for the last three-quarters of an hour.
Ginger Who 's going to win ?
Jawbones One of 'em.
(Lady Mogton has entered. She has come from the room where they are counting the votes.)
Shut that door! (He glances over his shoulder, sees his mistake.) Beg pardon! (To himself '.) Thought 'twas the other fool!
Lady Mogton
(She shuts the door. To Ginger.) Have you seen Mrs. Chilvers?
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Ginger Not since the afternoon, your ladyship.
Lady Mogton
She is coming, I suppose?
Ginger I think so, your ladyship.
Lady Mogton
It's very cold in here, Gordon.
Jawbones Yes, my lady. Not what I call a cosy room.
Lady Mogton
(To Ginger.) Jump into a cab. See if you can find her. Perhaps she has been detained at one of the committee-rooms. Tell her she ought to be here.
Ginger Yes, your ladyship. (She crosses, opens door.)
Jawbones
Shut the door.
Ginger Oh, shut
(She finds herself face to face with a Messen- ger carrying a ballot-box.)
I beg yer pardon! (She goes out, closes door.)
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Lady Mogton
{To the Messenger.) Is that the last?
Messenger
Generally is. Isle of Dogs!
{He goes into the other room.)
Lady Mogton
{To Jawbones.) Do you know where Mr. Chilvers is?
{There comes a bloodthirsty yell from- the crowd
outside.)
Jawbones
Not unless that's 'im. {He finishes for the time being with the fire. Rises.)
(Janet enters.)
Lady Mogton
"Was that you they were yelling at ?
Janet
No, it's Mr. Sigsby.
{Another yell is heard. Out of it a shrill fe- male voice — "Mind 'is fice; yer spoiling it!")
The Woman's Laundry Union have taken such a strong dislike to him.
{A final yell. Then a voice: "That's taken some of the starch out of him!" followed by a shriek of laughter.)
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Jawbones
'E only suggested as 'ow there was enough old washerwomen in Parliament as it was.
Lady Mogton
A most unnecessary remark. It will teach him
(Sigsby enters, damaged. His appearance is comic. Lady Mogton makes no effort to repress a grim smile.)
Sigsby
Funny, ain't it?
Lady Mogton I am sorry.
Sigsby
(He snarls.) "The Mother's Hand shall Help Us ! " One of your posters, I think.
Lady Mogton
You shouldn't have insulted them — calling them old washerwomen!
Sigsby
Insult! Can't one indulge in a harmless jeu d' esprit — '(lie pronounces it according to his own ideas) — without having one's clothes torn off one's back? (Fiercely.) What do you mean by it — dis- gracing your sex?
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Lady Mogton
Are you addressing me?
Sigsby
All of you. Upsetting the foundations upon which society has been reared — the natural and lawful sub- jection of the woman to the man. Why don't you read St. Paul?
Lady Mogton
St. Paul was addressing Christians. When men be- have like Christians there will be no need of Votes for Women. You read St. Paul on men. (To Janet.) I shall want you!
(She goes out, followed by Janet.)
(Sigsby gives vent to a gesture.)
Jawbones
Getting saucy, ain't they?
Sigsby
Over-indulgence. That's what the modern woman is suffering from. Gets an idea on Monday that she'd like the whole world altered; if it isn't done by Saturday, she raises hell! Where's the guv 'nor?
Jawbones
Hasn't been here.
Sigsby
(Hands Jawbones his damaged hat.) See if they
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can do anything to that. If not, get me a new one. (He forks out a sovereign.) Sure to be some shops open in High Street.
(Lamb and St. Herbert enter.)
Lamb
Hallo ! have they been mauling you ?
Sigsby
(He snatches the damaged hat from Jawbones, to hand it back the next moment; holds it out.) Woman's contribution to politics. Get me a collar at the same time — sixteen and a half.
(Jawbones takes his cap and goes out. The men hang up their overcoats.)
Sigsby
Where's it all going to end? That's what I want to know!
St. Herbert
Where most things end. In the millennium, ac- cording to its advocates. In the ruin of the country, according to its opponents. In mild surprise on the part of the next generation that ever there was any fuss about it.
Sigsby
In amazement, you mean, that their fathers were so blind as not to see where it was leading. My boy, this is going to alter the whole relationship between the sexes!
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St. Herbert
Is it so perfect as it is? (A silence.) Might it not be established on a more workable, a more en- during basis if woman were allowed a share in the shaping of it?
(Some woman in the crowd starts the refrain, ''We'll hang old Asquith on a sour apple tree." It is taken up with quiet earnestness by others.)
Sigsby
Shaping it! Nice sort of shape it will be by the time that lot {with a gesture, including the crowd, Lady Mogton & Co.) have done knocking it about. Wouldn't be any next generation to be surprised at anything if some of them had their way.
St. Herbert
The house breakers come first — not a class of work demanding much intelligence; the builders come later. Have you seen Chilvers?
Lamb
I left him at the House. He couldn't get away.
Sigsby
There's your object-lesson for you. We don't need to go far. A man's whole career ruined by the wife he nourishes.
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St. Herbert
How do you mean, "ruined"?
Sigsby
So it is. If she wins the election and claims the seat. Do you think the Cabinet will want him? Their latest addition compelled to appeal to the House of Commons to fight for him against his own womenfolk. (Grunts.) He'll be the laughing-stock of the whole country.
St. Herbert
Do you know for certain that they mean to claim the seat?
Sigsby "Wait and see" is their answer.
Lamb
Hasn't Chilvers any idea?
Sigsby
Can't get him to talk. Don't think he's seen her since that shindy over the Deputation.
Lamb Humph !
Sigsby
Even if she herself wished to draw back, the others would overrule her.
Lamb
I'm not so sure of that. She's got a way of shut-
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ting her mouth that reminds me of my old woman.
Sigsby
The arrangement, as he explained it to me, was that the whole thing was to end with the polling. It was to have been a mere joke, a mere ballon d'essai. The mistake he made was thinking he could de- pend on her.
Lamb
Guess she made the same mistake. You can fight and shake hands afterwards; it doesn't go with kissing.
Sigsby
Man and woman were not made to fight. It was never intended.
(The woman's Marseillaise" has been taken up by the crowd. The chorus has been reached.)
Oh, damn your row! (He slams to the window; it was ajar.)
(Jawbones has entered, with his purchases.) [Turning from the window he sees Jawbones, goes to meet him.) Couldn't they do anything?
Jawbones
(He has bought a new hat; has also brought back the remains. He shakes Iris head.) No good for anything else but a memento.
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SlGSBY
(With a grunt he snatches the thing and flings it into a corner. Tries on the new one.)
Jawbones
'Ow's it feel?
(Sigsby, with the help of Jawbones, attends to his appearance.)
Lamb
(To St. Herbert.) No use talking to her, I suppose ?
St. Herbert
(Shrugs his shoulders.) She'll do what she im- agines to be her duty. Women are so uncivilised.
(A burst of cheering is heard. A shrill male voice: "Three cheers for Winston Church- ill!" It is followed by an explosion of yells.)
St. Herbert Who's that?
Lamb
(He has opened the window.) Phoebe Mogton!
Sigsby What a family!
(Janet has entered.)
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Janet
Is that Mrs Chilvers? (To Lamb and St. Her- bert.) Good evening.
St. Herbert Good evening.
Lamb
No; it's her sister.
Janet
I wonder she doesn't come.
Sigsby What are the latest figures ? Do you know .'
(Phoebe enters)
Janet
I forget the numbers. Mrs. Chilvers is forty ahead.
Phoebe
Forty ahead! (To Janet.) Did you order the band?
Lamb
(To Sigsby.) The dock division was against him to a man ; that Shipping Bill has upset them.
Janet
No. I didn't think we should want the band.
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Phoebe
Not want it ! My dear girl
Janet
Perhaps Lady Mogton has ordered it, I'll ask her.
(She goes out.)
Sigsby
Hadn't you better "Wait and see"? It isn't over yet.
Phoebe
We may as well have it ! It can play the Dead March in Saul if you win. (She laughs.)
Sigsby
(Grunts. To Lamb.) Are you coming?
(He goes out.)
Lamb
Yes. (To St. Herbert.) Are you coming?
St. Herbert
Hardly worth while; nearly over, isn't it?
Lamb
It generally takes an hour and a half. (He looks at his watch.) Another forty minutes. Perhaps less.
(He goes out.)
Phoebe
I do love to make him ratty. Wish it wasn't poor old Geoff we were fighting.
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St. Herbert
When I marry, it will be the womanly woman.
Phoebe
No chance for me then?
St. Herbert
I don't say that. I can see you taking your po- litical opinions from your husband, and thinking them your own.
Phoebe
Good heavens!
St. Herbert
The brainy woman will think for herself. And then I foresee some lively breakfast tables.
Phoebe
Humph ! No fear, I suppose, of a man taking his views from his wife and thinking them his own?
St. Herbert
That may be the solution. The brainy woman will have to marry the manly man.
(Ginger enters.)
Jawbones
(He is on his knees blowing the fire. In a low growl.) Shut the door!
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Ginger
Can't till I'm inside, can I? (Shuts it.) Where's Lady Mogton?
Jawbones I don't know.
Phoebe
AVhat do you want her for?
Ginger Only to tell her that I can't find Mrs. Chilvers.
Phoebe
Isn't she here?
Ginger Not unless she's come while I've been out.
(Janet enters.)
Janet
Oh, Lady Mogton
Phoebe
(Interrupting her.) Isn't Annys here?
Janet
No. (To Ginger.) Haven't you found her?
Ginger
(Shakes her head.) Been everywhere I could think of.
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Phoebe
(To herself.) She couldn't have gone home? Is there a telephone here?
Janet
The room's locked up.
Jawbones
There's one at 118, High Street. Shall I go, miss?
Phoebe
No, thanks. I'll go myself. Oh, what about the band?
Janet
Lady Mogton says she'd like it. If it isn't too tired.
Ginger
It's at Sell's Coffee- 'ouse in Piggott Street. I 'eard them practicing.
Phoebe
Good. I shan't be more than a few minutes.
St. Herbert
I'll come with you, if I may? I've got some news that may be of use to you. Phoebe
Do. (To Ginger.) Stop here, I may want you. (Phoebe and St. Herbert go out.)
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Janet
How was Mrs. Chilvers seeming this afternoon?
Ginger Never 'eard 'er speak better, miss.
Janet
Did yon stop to the end?
Ginger
Not quite. Mrs. Spender wanted some shopping done.
(Janet goes out.)
Ginger Can I 'elp yer?
Jawbones
Yer might hold the piper while I blow.
{The fire begins to burn.)
Ginger It's getting brighter.
Jawbones
That's caught it.
Ginger Wonder what a little coaxing will do.
Jawbones
(He is still squatting on his heels, folding up the
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paper. He looks up.) Ain't yer ever thought of that, instead of worrying about the vote ?
Ginger
(She moves away.) You don't understand us winmiin.
Jawbones
(He has risen. He pauses in his folding of the paper.) Don't say that.
Ginger Why should we coax yer — for our rights?
Jawbones
Because it's the easiest way of getting 'em.
Ginger
(She has become oratorical.) Our appeal is not to man (with upraised hand) but to Justice!
Jawbones
Oh ! And what does the lidy say ?
Ginger
(Descending.) 'Ow do yer mean?
Jawbones
To your appeal. Is she goin' to give 'em to yer? You tike my tip: if yer in a 'urry, you get a bit on account — from Man. 'Ere. (He dives into his pocket, produces, wrapped up in tissue paper, a ring,
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which he exhibits to her.) That's a bit more in your line.
Ginger
(Her eyes sparkle. She takes the ring in her hand. Then problems come to her.) Why do yer want me, William ? .
Jawbones
Because, in spite of all, I love yer.
Ginger
(She looks into the future.) What will I be? A general servant, without wages.
Jawbones
The question, as it seems to me, is, which of us two is the biggest fool? Instead of thirty bob a week in my pocket to spend as I like — guess I'll 'ave to be content with three 'alf -crowns.
Ginger
Seven an ' six ! Rather a lot, Bill, out 'o thirty bob. Don't leave much for me an' the children.
Jawbones
I shall 'ave to get my dinners.
Ginger
I could mike yer somethin' tasty to tike with yer. Then with, say — three shillings
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Jawbones
'Ere (He is on the point of snatching back
the ring. He encounters her eyes. There is a mn- m-ent's battle. The Eternal Feminine conquers.) Will yer always look as sweet as yer do now?
Ginger Always, Bill. So long as yer good to me !
(She slips the ring over Iter finger, still with her eyes drawing him*. He catches her to him in fierce passion, kisses her.
(A loud shrill female cheer comes from the crowd. Till cheer is renewed and renewed.)
Jawbones
(//( breaks away and goes to the window.) 'Ullo! \Yh;ii are lliey shoutin' about now? (He looks out.) It's the Donah!
Ginger .Mis. Chilversf
Jawbones
Yus. Better not get wearin' it — may shock their feelings.
Ginger
(She gazes rapturously at the ring as she draws it off.) It is a beauty! I do love yer, Bill.
(Then enter Annys and Elizareth. Annys is excited; she is laughing and talking.)
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Annys
(Laughing while she rearranges her hat and hair.) A little embarrassing. That red-haired girl, she car- ried me right up the steps. I was afraid she would
(Jawbones has been quick enough to swing a chair into place just in time to receive her.) (She recovers herself.) Thank you.
Elizabeth
(She hands Annys a smelling-bottle. To Jaw- bones.) Open the window a few inches.
(He does so. Some woman, much interrupted, is making a speech.
(Janet opens the door a little way and looks in.)
Janet
Oh, it is you ! I am glad !
(She goes out again.)
Elizabeth
Are the others all here ?
Ginger
'Er ladyship is watching the counting. Miss Phoebe 'as just gone out
(Phoebe enters.) Oh, 'ere she is.
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Phoebe
Hullo! (She is taking off her things.) Where ever have you been? "We've beer scouring the neigh- bourhood
(Lady Mogton enters, followed by Janet.)
I say, you're looking jolly chippy.
Elizabeth
We had an extra enthusiastic meeting. She spoke for rather a long time. I made her come home with me and lie down. I think she is all right now.
Lady Mogton
Would you like to see a doctor?
Phoebe
There is a very good man close here. (She turns to Jawbones, who is still near the window.) Gordon
Annys
(Interrupting.) No. Please don't. I am quite all right. I hate strange doctors.
Phoebe
Well, let me send for Whitby; he could be here in twenty minutes.
Annys
I wish you would all leave me alone. There's abso- lutely nothing to fuss about whatever. We pam-
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pered women — we can't breathe the same air that ordinary mortals have to. We ought to be ashamed of ourselves.
Phoebe
(To herself.) Obstinate pig.
(She catches Jawbones' eye; unnoticed by the others, she takes him aside. They whisper.)
Annys
How is it going?
Lady Mogton
You must be prepared for winning. (She puts again the question that Annys has frequently been asked to answer during the last few days.) What are you going to do ?
(Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers enters, as usual in a flutter of excitement.)
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers Am I late?
(They brush her back into silence. Elizabeth takes charge of her.)
Annys
(She has risen.) You think it wise tactics, to make it impossible for Geoffrey to be anything else in the future but our enemy?
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Lady Mogton
(Contemptuously.) You are thinking of him, and not of the cause.
Annys
And if I were ! Haven 't I made sacrifice enough ? — more than any of you will ever know. Ay — and would make more, if I felt it was demanded of me. I don't! (Her burst of anger is finished. She turns, smiling.) I'm much more cunning than you think. There will be other elections we shall want to fight. "With the Under-Secretary for Home Affairs in sym- pathy with us, the Government will find it difficult to interfere. Don't you see how clever I am?
(Jawbones, having received his instructions from Phoebe, has slipped out unobserved. He has beckoned to Ginger; she has followed him. Phoebe has joined the group.)
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers There's something in that.
Janet
Is Mr. Chilvers still in sympathy with us?
Phoebe
Of course he is. A bit rubbed up the wrong way just at present; that's our fault. When Annys goes
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down, early next month, to fight the Exchange Di- vision of Manchester, we shall have him with us.
(A moment.)
Lady Mogton
Where do you get that from?
Phoebe
From St. Herbert. The present member is his cousin. They say he can't live more than a week.
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers
It really seems like Providence.
Annys
(Has taken the opportunity of giving Phoebe a grateful squeeze of the hand.)
Lady Mogton You will fight Manchester?
Annys
Yes. (Laughs.) And make myself a public nui- sance if I win.
Lady Mogton
Well, must be content with that, I suppose. Better not come in; the room's rather crowded. I'll keep you informed how things are going.
(She goes out followed by Janet.)
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers I '11 stay with you, dear.
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Phoebe
I want you to come and be photographed for the Daily Mirror. The man's waiting downstairs.
Elizabeth
I'll stop with Annys.
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers
I'm not quite sure, you know, that I take well by flashlight.
Phoebe
You wait till you've seen mamma! We must have you. They want you for the centre of the page.
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers Well, if it's really
Phoebe
(To the others.) Shall see you again. (She winks. Then to Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers.) We mustn't keep them waiting. They are giving us a whole page.
(Phoebe takes Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers out Elizabeth has followed to the door; she closes it. Annys has reseated herself, facing the fire.)
Elizabeth When did you see your husband last?
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Annys
Not since — Tuesday, wasn't it, that we went round to his rooms. Why?
Elizabeth
I'm thinking about Manchester. What was it he said to you?
Annys
Oh, we were, both of us, a little over-excited, I suppose. He has — {she hesitates, finally answers) — he has always been so eager for children.
Elizabeth
Yes. So many men are; not having to bear the pain and inconvenience themselves.
Annys
Oh, well, they have to provide for them when they
do come. That's fair enough division, I sup
{Suddenly she turns fiercely.) Why do you talk like that? As if we women were cowards. Do you think if God sent me a child I should grudge Him the price !
Elizabeth
Do you want Him to ?
Annys
I don't know; I prayed Him to, once.
Elizabeth
{She lays her hand upon her.) It isn't a few
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more mothers that the world has need of. It is the women whom God has appointed — to whom He has freedom — that they may champion the cause of the mothers, helpless by reason of their motherhood.
(A moment. Geoffrey enters.)
Geoffrey Good evening.
Annys
(Rises; a smile struggles for possession. But he only shakes hands, and it dies away.)
Elizabeth Good evening.
(They shake hands.)
Geoffrey You are not interested in the counting?
Annys
The room is rather crowded. Mamma thought I would be better out here. How have you been?
Geoffrey
Oh, all right. It's going to be a very near thing, they tell me.
Annys
Yes, I shall be glad when it's over.
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Geoffrey
It's always a trying time. What are you going to do, if you win?
(Lady Mogton looks in.)
Lady Mogton
(Seeing Geoffrey.) Oh, good evening.
Geoffrey Good evening.
Lady Mogton
Chilvers, 2,960— Annys Chilvers, 2,874.
(She disappears — closes door.)
Annys
Perhaps I'm not going to win. (She goes to him, smiling.) I hope you'll win. I would so much rather you won.
Geoffrey
Very kind of you. I'm afraid that won't make it a certainty.
Annys
(His answer has hardened her again.) How can I? It would not be fair. Without your consent I should never have entered upon it. It was under- stood that the seat, in any case, would be yours.
Geoffrey I would rather you considered yourself quite free.
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In warfare it doesn't pay to be "fair" to one's enemy.
Annys
(Still hardening.) Besides, there is no need. There will be other opportunities. I can contest some other constituency. If I win, claim the seat for that.
(A moment.)
Geoffrey
So this is only the beginning? You have decided to devote yourself to a political career?
Annys Why not?
Geoffrey
If I were to ask you to abandon it, to come back to your place at my side — helping me, strengthening me?
Annys
You mean you would have me abandon my own task — merge myself in you?
Geoffrey Be my wife.
Annys
It would not be right. I, too, have my work.
Geoffrey If it takes you away from me?
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Annys
Why need it take me away from you? Why cannot we work together for common ends, each in our own way?
Geoffrey
We talked like this before we tried it. Marriage is not a partnership; it is a leadership.
Annys
(She looks at him.) You mean — an ownership.
Geoffrey
Perhaps you're right. I didn't make it. I'm only — beginning to understand it.
Annys
And I too. It is not what I want.
Geoffrey You mean its duties have become irksome to you.
Annys
I mean I want to be the judge myself of what are my duties.
Geoffrey
I no longer count. You will go your way with- out me?
Annys
I must go the way I think right.
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Geoffrey
(He flings away.) If you win to-night you will do well to make the most of it. Take my advice and claim the seat.
Annys
(Looks at him puzzled.)
Elizabeth Why?
Geoffrey
Because (ivith a short, ugly laugh) the Lord only knows when you'll get another opportunity.
Elizabeth You are going to stop us?
Geoffrey
To stop women from going to the poll. The Bill will be introduced on Monday. Carried through all its stages the same week.
Elizabeth
You think it will pass?
Geoffrey The Whips assure me that it will.
Annys
But they cannot, they dare not, without your
assent. The (The light breaks in upon her.)
Who is bringing it in?
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Geoffrey I am.
Annys
(Is going to speak.)
Geoffrey
(He stops her.) Oh, I'm prepared for all that — ridicule, abuse. "Chilvers's Bill for the Better Reg- ulation of Mrs. Chilvers," they'll call it. I can hear their laughter. Yours won't be among it.
Annys
But, Geoffrey! What is the meaning? Merely to spite me, are you going to betray a cause that you have professed belief in — that you have fought for?
Geoffrey
Yes — if it is going to take you away from me. I want you. No, I don't want a friend — "a fellow- worker" — some interesting rival in well doing. I can get all that outside my home. I want a wife. I want the woman I love to belong to me — to be mine. I am not troubling about being up to date; I'm talking what I feel — what every male crea- ture must have felt since the protoplasmic cell de- veloped instincts. I want a woman to love — a wo- man to work for — a woman to fight for — a woman to be a slave to. But mine — mine, and nothing else All the rest (he makes a gesture) is talk. .
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(He closes the window, shutting out the hubbub of the crowd.)
Annys
(A strange, new light has stolen in. She is be- urildered, groping.) But — all this is new between
us. You have not talked like this for — not since
"We were just good friends — comrades.
Geoffrey
And might have remained so, God knows! I sup- pose we're made like that. So long as there was no danger passion slept. I cannol explain it, I only know that now, beside the thought of losing you, all else in the world seems meaningless. The "Woman's Movement! {He makes a gesture of contempt.) Men have wrecked kingdoms for a woman before now — and will again. I want you! (He comes to her.) "Won't you come back to me, that we may build up the home we used to dream of? "Wasn't the old love good? "What has this new love to give you? Work that man can do better. The cause of the woman — the children! Has woman loved woman better than man? Will the world be better for the children, man and woman contending? Come back to me. Help me. Help me to fight for all good women. Teach me how I may make the world better — for our children.
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Anny>
(The light is in her eyes. She stands a moment. Her hands are going out to him.)
Elizabeth
(She comes between them.) Yes, go to him. He will be very good to you. Good men are kind to women, kind even to their dogs. You will be among the pampered few ! You will be happy. And the others! What does it matter?
(They draw apart. She stands between them, the incarnation of the spirit of sex ivar.)
The women that have not kind owners — the dogs that have not kind masters — the dumb women, chained to their endless, unpaid drudgery ? Let them be con- tent. What are they but man's chattel? To be honoured if it pleases him, or to be cast into the dust. Man's pauper! Bound by his laws, subject to his whim; her every hope, her every aspiration, owed to his charity. She toils for him without ceasing: it should be her "pleasure." She bears him children, when he chooses to desire them. They are his to do as he will by. Why seek to change it? Our man is kind. What have they to do with us: the women beaten, driven, overtasked — the women without hope or joy, the livers of grey lives that men may laugh and spend — the woman degraded lower than the beasts to pander to the beast in man — the women outraged and abandoned, bearing to the grave the burden of man's lust? Let them go their way.
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They are but our sisters of sorrow And we who could help them — we to whom God has given the weapons, the brain, and the courage — we make answer: "I have married a husband, and I cannot come."
(A silence.)
Geoffrey
"Well, you have heard. (Re makes a gesture.) What is your answer?
Annys
(She comes to him.) Don't you love me enough to humour me a little — to put up with my vexing ways? I so want to help, to feel I am doing just a little, to make the world kinder. I know you can do it better, but I want so to be "in it." (She laughs.) Let us forget all this. Wake up to-mor- row morning with fresh hearts. You will be Member for East Poplar. And then you shall help me to win Manchester. (She 79 wis her hands upon his 'breast: she would have him take her in his arms.) I am not strong enough to fight alone.
Geoffrey
I want you. Let Manchester find some one else.
Annys
(She draws away from him.) And if I cannot — will not?
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Geoffrey
I bring in my Bill on Monday. We'll be quite frank about it. That is my price — you. I want you !
Annys
You mean it comes to that: a whole cause de- pendent on a man and a woman !
Geoffrey
Yes, that is how the world is built. On each man and woman. ' ' How does it shape my life, my hopes ? ' ' So will each make answer.
(Lady Mogton enters. She stands silent.)
Elizabeth Is it over?
Lady Mogton
Annys Chilvers, 3,604— Geoffrey Chilvers, 3,590.
(Janet enters.)
Janet
(She rushes to Annys, embraces her.) You've won, you've won! (She flies to the window, opens it, and goes out on to the balcony.)
(Phoebe enters, followed by Mrs. Mountcalm- Villiers. )
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Phoebe Is it true?
Lady Mogton Pretty close. Majority of 14.
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers For us?
Lady Mogton For us.
(Janet by this time has announced the figures. There is heard a great burst af cheering, re- nt wed again and again.)
Janet
(Re-entering.) They want you! They want you! (Mingled with the cheering come cries of ''Speech!" "Speech!")
Lady Mogton
You must say something.
(The band strikes up "The Conquering Hero." The women crowd round Annys, congratu- lating her. Geoffrey stands apart.)
* Phoebe
(Screaming above the din.) Put on your cloak.
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Janet
(Bushes and gets it.)
(They wrap it round her.)
(Annys goes out on to the balcony, followed by the other women. Elizabeth, going last, fires a parting smile of triumph at Geoffrey.
(A renewed burst of cheering announces their arrival on the balcony. The crowd bursts into "For She's a Jolly Good Felloiv" — the band making a quick change, joins in. Geoffrey remains centre.
(Jawbones enters unobserved. The singing ends with three cheers. Annys is speaking. Geoffrey turns and sees Jawbones.)
Geoffrey
(With a smile.) Give me down my coat,will you?
Jawbones
(He is sympathetic. He helps him on with it.) Shall I get you a cab, sir?
Geoffrey
No, thanks. I'll pick one up. (He goes towards the door, then stops.) Is there any other way out — not through the main entrance?
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Jawbones
Yes, sir. There's a side door opening on Wood- stock Road. I '11 show it you.
Geoffrey Thanks. {Be follows Jawbones out.)
(A burst of cheering comes from the crowd.) Curtain.
THE FOURTH ACT
THE FOUETH ACT.
Scene: — Russell Square. The morning-room {on the ground floor.) A small, cheerful room, fur- nished in Chippendale, white panelled, with Adams fireplace in which a bright fire is burning. The window-curtains of red damask are drawn. An oval table occupies the centre of the room. The door at back opens upon the hall. Only one light burns, an electric lamp on a table just above the fire.
Time : — Midnight.
(The door opens. Geoffrey enters. He has left his out-door things in the hall. He crosses and rings the bell. A moment.)
(Hake enters.)
Geoffrey
Oh, you, Hake ! There wasn 't any need for you to have stopped.
Hake
I was not sure of your arrangements. I thought perhaps I might be wanted.
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Geoffrey Sorry. I ought to have told you.
Hake
It's been no inconvenience, sir. I told Mrs. Hake not to sit up.
Geoffrey
(He is opening and reading his letters left for him on the table.) Does she generally sit up for you?
Hake
As a rule, sir. We like a little chat before going to bed.
Geoffrey
(His eyes on a letter.) "What do you find to chat about ?
Hake
Oh, there is so much for a husband and wife to talk about. The As a rule.
(A clock on the mantelpiece strikes one.)
Geoffrey What's that?
Hake
Quarter past twelve, sir.
Geoffrey Has your mistress come in?
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Hake
Not yet, sir. Has the election gone all right, sir?
Geoffrey
For Mrs. Chilvers, yes. She is now member for East Poplar.
Hake
I am sorry. It has been a great surprise to me.
Geoffrey The result?
Hake
The whole thing, sir. Such a sweet lady, we all thought her.
Geoffrey Life, Hake, is a surprising affair.
{A ring is heard.)
I expect that's she. She has forgotten her key.
(Hake goes out.)
(Geoffrey continues his letters. A few mo- ments pass; Hake re-enters, closes the door.)
Hake
(He seems puzzled.) It's a lady, sir.
(Geoffrey turns.)
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Hake
At least — hardly a lady. A Mrs. Chinn.
Geoffrey
Mrs. Chinn! (He glances at his match.) At twelve o'clock at night. Well, all right. I'll see her.
(Hake opens the door, speaks to Mrs. Chinn. She enters, in bonnet and shawl.)
Hake
Mrs. Chinn.
Geoffrey Good evening, Mrs. Chinn.
Mrs. Chinn
Good evening, sir.
Geoffrey
You needn't stop, Hake. I shan't be wanting anything.
Hake
Thank you, sir.
Geoffrey Apologise for me to Mrs. Hake. Good-night.
Hake
Good-night, sir.
(Hake goes out. A minute later the front door is heard to slam.)
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Geoffrey
Won't you sit down? (He puts a chair for her left of the table.)
Mrs. Chinn
(Seating herself.) Thank you, sir.
Geoffrey
(He half sits on the arm of the easy-chair below the fire.) What's the trouble?
Mrs. Chinn
It's my boy, sir — my youngest. He's been taking money that didn't belong to him.
Geoffrey Urn. Has it been going on for long?
Mrs. Chinn
About six months, sir. I only heard of it to-night. You see, his wife died a year ago. She was such a good manager. And after she was gone he seems to have got into debt.
Geoffrey What were his wages?
Mrs. Chinn
Nineteen shillings a week, sir. And that with the rent and three young children — well, it wants think- ing out.
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Geoffrey
From whom did he take the money — his em- ployers ?
Mrs. Chinn
Yes, sir. He was a carman. They had always trusted him to collect the accounts.
Geoffrey How much, would you say, was the defalcation ?
Mrs. Chinn
I beg pardon, sir. •
Geoffrey
How much does it amount to, the sums that he has taken?
Mrs. Chinn
Six pounds, sir, Mr. Cohen says it comes to.
Geoffrey
Won't they accept repayment?
Mes. Chinn
Yes, sir. Mr. Cohen has been very nice about it. He is going to let me pay it off by instalments.
Geoffrey AVell, then, that gets over most of the trouble.
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Mrs. Chinn
AVell, you see sir, unfortunately, Mr. Cohen gave information to the police the moment he discovered it.
Geoffrey Umph ! Can't he say he made a mistake?
Mrs. Chinn
They say it must go for trial. That he can only withdraw the charge in court.
Geoffrey Urn!
Mrs. Chinn
You see, sir — a thing like that (She recovers
herself.) It clings to a lad.
Geoffrey "What do you want me to do?
Mrs. Chinn
Well, sir, I thought that perhaps — you see, sir, he has got a brother in Canada who would help him; and I thought that if I could ship him off
Geoffrey
You want me to tip the wink to the police to look the other way while you smuggle this young male- factor out of the clutches of the law?
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Mrs. Chinn
(Quite indifferent to the moral aspect of the case.) If you would be so kind, sir.
Geoffrey
Umph ! I suppose you know what you're doing; appealing through your womanhood to man's weak- ness— employing "backstairs influence" to gain your private ends, indifferent to the higher issues of the public weal? All the things that are going to cease when woman has the vote.
Mrs. Chinn
You see, sir, he's the youngest.
(Gradually the decent but dingy figure of Mrs. Chinn has taken to itself new shape. To Geoffrey, it almost seems as though there were growing out of the shadows over against him the figure of great Artemis her- self— Artemis of the Thousand Breasts. He had returned honu angry, bitter against all women. As sin unfolds her simple talc un- derstanding comes to him. So long as tin re ae, "Mrs. Chinns" in the world, Woman claims homage.)
Geoffrey
How many were there?
Mrs. Chinn
Ten altogether, sir, six living.
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Geoffrey Been a bit of a struggle for you, hasn't it?
Mrs. Chinn
It has been a bit difficult, at times ; especially after their poor father died.
Geoffrey How many were you left with ?
Mrs. Chinn Eight, sir.
Geoffrey How on earth did you manage to keep them?
Mrs. Chinn
Well, you see, sir, the two eldest, they were earning a little. I don't think I could have done it without that.
Geoffrey
"Wasn't there any source from which you could have obtained help? What was your husband?
Mrs. Chinn
He worked in the shipyards, sir. There was some talk about it. But, of course, that always means taking the children away from you.
Geoffrey Would not that have been better for them?
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Mrs. Chinn
Not always, sir. Of course, if I hadn't been able to do my duty by them I should have had to. But, thank God, I've always been strong.
Geoffrey
(He rises.) I will see what can be done.
Mrs. Chinn Thank you, sir.
Geoffrey
(Half -van, he turns.) When does the next boat sail — for Canada?
Mrs. Chinn
To-morrow night, sir, from Glasgow. I have booked his passage.
Geoffrey
( With a smile.) You seem to have taken every- thing for granted.
Mrs. Chinn
You see, sir, it's the disgrace. All the others are doing so well. It would upset them so.
(He goes out.)
(There is a moment.)
(Annys enters. She is wearing her outdoor things. )
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Annys
Mrs. Chirm!
Mrs. Chinn
(She has risen; she curtseys.) Good-evening, ma'am.
Annys
(She is taking off her hat.) Nothing wrong, is there ?
Mrs. Chinn
My boy, ma'am, my youngest, has been getting into trouble.
Annys
(She pauses, her hat in her hand.) They will won't they? It's nothing serious, I hope?
Mrs. Chinn
I think it will be all right, ma'am, thanks to your good man.
Annys
(She lays aside her hat.) You have had a good many children, haven't you, Mrs. Chinn?
Mrs. Chinn
Ten altogether, ma'am; six living.
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Annys
Can one love ten, all at once?
(The cloak has fallen aside. Mrs. Chinn is a much experienced lady.)
Mrs. Chinn
Just as many as come, dear. God sends the love with them.
(There is a moment; the two women are very close to one another. Then Annys gives a little cry and somehow their arms arc round one another.)
(She mothers her into the easy chair above the fire; places a footstool under her feet.) You have your cry out, dearie, it will do you good.
Annys
You look so strong and great.
Mrs. Chinn
It's the tears, dearie. (She arranges the footstool.) You keep your feet up.
(The handle of the door is heard. Mrs. Chinn is standing beside her own chair. She is putting back her handkerchief into her bag.)
(Geoffrey re-enters.)
(Annys is hidden in the easy chair. He does not see her.)
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Geoffrey
Well, Mrs. Chinn, an exhaustive search for the ac- cused will be commenced — next week.
Mrs. Chinn Thank you, sir.
Geoffrey
What about the children — are they going with him?
Mrs. Chinn
No, sir; I thought he would be better without them till everything is settled.
Geoffrey Who is taking care of them — you?
Mrs. Chinn Yes, sir.
Geoffrey And the passage money — how much was that?
Mrs. Chinn
Four pound fifteen, sir.
Geoffrey Would you mind my coming in, as a friend ?
Mrs. Chinn
Well, sir, if you don't mind, I'd rather not. I've
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always done everything for the children myself. It's been a fad of mine.
Geoffrey
(He makes a gesture of despair.) You mothers! You're so greedy. (He holds out his hand, smiling.) Goodbye.
Mrs. Chinn
(She takes Ins hand in hers.) God bless you, sir. And your good lady.
Geoffrey
(As he takes her to the door.) How will you get home ?
Mrs. Chinn
I can get the Underground from Gower Street, sir.
(They go out talking about last trains and leav- ing the door open. The next moment the front door is heard to slam.)
(Geoffrey re-enters.)
(Annys has moved round, so that coming back into the room he finds her there.)
Geoffrey
How long have you been in?
(He closes the door.)
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Annys
Only a few minutes — while you were at the tele- phone. I had to rest for a little while. Dr. Whitby brought me back in his motor.
Geoffrey AVas he down there?
Annys
Phoebe had sent for him. I had been taken a little giddy earlier in the day.
Geoffrey
(He grunts. He is fighting ivith his tenderness.) Don't wonder at it. All this overwork and excite- ment.
Annys
I'm afraid I've been hurting you.
Geoffrey
(Still growling.) Both been hurting each other, I expect.
Annys
(She smiles.) It's so easy to hurt those that love us.
(She makes a little movement, feebly stretches out her arms to him. Wondering, he comes across to her. She draws him down beside her, takes his arms and places them about her.)
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I want to feel that I belong to you. That you are strong. That I can rest upon you.
Geoffrey
(He cannot understand.) But only an hour
ago (He looks at her.) Have you, too, turned
traitor to the "Woman's Cause?
Annys
(She answers smiling.) No, but woman, dear, is a much more complicated person than I thought her. It is only in this hour that God has revealed her to me. (She draws him closer.) I want you, dear — dear husband. Take care of us — both, won't you? I love you, I love you. I did not know how much.
Geoffrey
(He gathers her to him, kissing her, crooning over her.) Oh, my dear, my dear! My little one, my love, my wife!
Annys
(She is laughing, crying.) But, Geoffrey, dear-
(He tries to calm her.)
No, let me. I want to And then I'll be quite
good, I promise It's only fair to warn you.
When I'm strong and can think again, I shall still want to vote. I shall want it more than ever.
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Geoffrey
(He answers with a happy laugh, holding her in his arms.)
Annys
You will help us? Because it's right, dear, isn't it? He will be my child as well as yours. You will let me help you make the world better for our child — and for all the children — and for all the mothers — and for all the dear, kind men: you will won't you?
Geoffrey
I thought you were drifting away from me: that strange voices were calling you away from life and motherhood. God has laughed at my fears. He has sent you back to me with His command. We will fashion His World together, we two lovers, Man and Woman, joined together in all things. It is His will. His chains are the children's hands.
(Kneeling, he holds her in his arms.) (The Curtains Falls.)
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DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY
1911
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