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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? 

3 


4  THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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  "! 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS  5 

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? 


6  THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILYERS 

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- 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS  7 

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. 


8  THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILYERS 

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 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS  9 

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? 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        11 

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? 


12        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS. 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        13 

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.) 


14        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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.) 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        15 

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. 


16        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        17 

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.) 


18        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        19 

(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 


20        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        21 

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. 


22        THE  MASTER  OP  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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- 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        23 

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.) 


24        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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? 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        25 

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. 


26        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILYERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        27 

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. 


28        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        29 

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.) 


30        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        31 

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. 


32        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  .CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        33 

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. 


34        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        35 

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 


36        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        37 

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. 


38        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        39 

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. 


40        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        41 

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. 


42        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        43 

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.) 


44        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        45 

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  ? 


46        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        47 

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 


48        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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? 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        49 

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.) 


50        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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 


54        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        55 

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. ) 


56        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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 " 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        57 

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.) 


58        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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- 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        59 

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 


60        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        61 

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.) 


62        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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.) 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        63 

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. 


64        THE  MASTER  OP  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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.) 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        65 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        67 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS       69 

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 


70        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

— 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? 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        71 

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.) 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        73 

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 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        75 

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? 


76        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        77 

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. 


78        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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- 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        79 

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. 


80        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        81 

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. 


82        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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.) 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        83 

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. 


84        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        85 

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.) 


86        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        87 

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?. 


88        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        * 

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"? 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        89 

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! 


90        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        91 

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. 


92        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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? 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        93 

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. 


94        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        95 

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- 


96        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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) 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        97 
under  which  escape  for  the  man  will  be  impossible? 

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. 


98        THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS        99 

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? 


100      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      101 

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.) 


102      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

{"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? 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      103 

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.) 


104      THE  MASTER  OP  MRS.  CHILVERS 

{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.) 


THE  MASTER  OP  MRS.  CHILVERS      105 

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. 


106      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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 


110      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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? 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      111 

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.) 


112      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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.) 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      113 

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? 


114      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      115 

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! 


116      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      117 

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- 


118      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      119 

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.) 


120      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      121 

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. 


122      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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! 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      123 

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. 


124      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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.) 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      125 

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 


126      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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, 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      127 

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 


128      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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.) 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      129 

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. 


130      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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- 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      131 

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? 


132      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      133 

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. 


134      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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? 


THE  MASTER  OP  MRS.  CHILVERS      135 

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 


136      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      137 

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. 


138      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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? 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      139 

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. 


140      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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? 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      141 

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.  . 


142      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

(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. 


THE  MASTER  OP  MRS.  CHILVERS      143 

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. 


144      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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? 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      145 

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.  ) 


146      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      147 

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? 


148      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 

151 


152      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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? 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      153 

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.) 


154      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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.) 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      155 

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. 


156      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      157 

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? 


158      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      159 

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? 


160      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. ) 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      161 

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. 


162      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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.) 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      163 

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 


164      THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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.) 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      165 

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.) 


166      THE  MASTER  QF  MRS.  CHILVERS 

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. 


THE  MASTER  OF  MRS.  CHILVERS      167 

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.) 

THE   END 


AUtt      <■* 


LB  D  'I! 


THE  MASTER  OF 
MRS.  CHILVERS 


BY 

JEROME  K.  JEROME 


NEW  YORK 

DODD,  MEAD  AND  COMPANY 

1911 


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