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Act 3 - Scene 3 |
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_ ACT III SCENE III [The DANCYS' sitting-room, a few minutes later. MABEL DANCY is sitting alone on the sofa with a newspaper on her lap; she is only just up, and has a bottle of smelling-salts in her hand. Two or three other newspapers are dumped on the arm of the sofa. She topples the one off her lap and takes up another as if she couldn't keep away from them; drops it in turn, and sits staring before her, sniffing at the salts. The door, Right, is opened and DANCY comes in.] MABEL. [Utterly surprised] Ronny! Do they want me in Court? DANCY. No. MABEL. What is it, then? Why are you back? DANCY. Spun. MABEL. [Blank] Spun? What do you mean? What's spun? DANCY. The case. They've found out through those notes. MABEL. Oh! [Staring at his face] Who? DANCY. Me! MABEL. [After a moment of horrified stillness] Don't, Ronny! Oh! No! Don't! [She buries her face in the pillows of the sofa]. [DANCY stands looking down at her.] DANCY. Pity you wouldn't come to Africa three months ago. MABEL. Why didn't you tell me then? I would have gone. DANCY. You wanted this case. Well, it's fallen down. MABEL. Oh! Why didn't I face it? But I couldn't--I had to believe. DANCY. And now you can't. It's the end, Mabel. MABEL. [Looking up at him] No. [DANCY goes suddenly on his knees and seizes her hand.] DANCY. Forgive me! MABEL. [Putting her hand on his head] Yes; oh, yes! I think I've known a long time, really. Only--why? What made you? DANCY. [Getting up and speaking in jerks] It was a crazy thing to do; but, damn it, I was only looting a looter. The money was as much mine as his. A decent chap would have offered me half. You didn't see the brute look at me that night at dinner as much as to say: "You blasted fool!" It made me mad. That wasn't a bad jump-twice over. Nothing in the war took quite such nerve. [Grimly] I rather enjoyed that evening. MABEL. But--money! To keep it! DANCY. [Sullenly] Yes, but I had a debt to pay. MABEL. To a woman? DANCY. A debt of honour--it wouldn't wait. MABEL. It was--it was to a woman. Ronny, don't lie any more. DANCY. [Grimly] Well! I wanted to save your knowing. I'd promised a thousand. I had a letter from her father that morning, threatening to tell you. All the same, if that tyke hadn't jeered at me for parlour tricks!--But what's the good of all this now? [Sullenly] Well--it may cure you of loving me. Get over that, Mab; I never was worth it--and I'm done for! MABEL. The woman--have you--since--? DANCY. [Energetically] No! You supplanted her. But if you'd known I was leaving a woman for you, you'd never have married me. [He walks over to the hearth]. [MABEL too gets up. She presses her hands to her forehead, then walks blindly round to behind the sofa and stands looking straight in front of her.] MABEL. [Coldly] What has happened, exactly? DANCY. Sir Frederic chucked up the case. I've seen Twisden; they want me to run for it to Morocco. MABEL. To the war there? DANCY. Yes. There's to be a warrant out. MABEL. A prosecution? Prison? Oh, go! Don't wait a minute! Go! DANCY. Blast them! MABEL. Oh, Ronny! Please! Please! Think what you'll want. I'll pack. Quick! No! Don't wait to take things. Have you got money? DANCY. [Nodding] This'll be good-bye, then! MABEL. [After a moment's struggle] Oh! No! No, no! I'll follow--I'll come out to you there. DANCY. D'you mean you'll stick to me? MABEL. Of course I'll stick to you. DANCY seizes her hand and puts it to his lips. The bell rings. MABEL. [In terror] Who's that? [The bell rings again. DANCY moves towards the door.] No! Let me! [She passes him and steals out to the outer door of the flat, where she stands listening. The bell rings again. She looks through the slit of the letter-box. While she is gone DANCY stands quite still, till she comes back.] MABEL. Through the letter-bog--I can see----It's--it's police. Oh! God!... Ronny! I can't bear it. DANCY. Heads up, Mab! Don't show the brutes! MABEL. Whatever happens, I'll go on loving you. If it's prison--I'll wait. Do you understand? I don't care what you did--I don't care! I'm just the same. I will be just the same when you come back to me. DANCY. [Slowly] That's not in human nature. MABEL. It is. It's in Me. DANCY. I've crocked up your life. MABEL. No, no! Kiss me! [A long kiss, till the bell again startles them apart, and there is a loud knock.] DANCY. They'll break the door in. It's no good--we must open. Hold them in check a little. I want a minute or two. MABEL. [Clasping him] Ronny! Oh, Ronny! It won't be for long--I'll be waiting! I'll be waiting--I swear it. DANCY. Steady, Mab! [Putting her back from him] Now! [He opens the bedroom door, Left, and stands waiting for her to go. Summoning up her courage, she goes to open the outer door. A sudden change comes over DANCY'S face; from being stony it grows almost maniacal.] DANCY. [Under his breath] No! No! By God! No! He goes out into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. [MABEL has now opened the outer door, and disclosed INSPECTOR DEDE and the YOUNG CONSTABLE who were summoned to Meldon Court on the night of the theft, and have been witnesses in the case. Their voices are heard.] MABEL. Yes? INSPECTOR. Captain Dancy in, madam? MABEL. I am not quite sure--I don't think so. INSPECTOR. I wish to speak to him a minute. Stay here, Grover. Now, madam! MABEL. Will you come in while I see? [She comes in, followed by the INSPECTOR.] INSPECTOR. I should think you must be sure, madam. This is not a big place. MABEL. He was changing his clothes to go out. I think he has gone. INSPECTOR. What's that door? MABEL. To our bedroom. INSPECTOR. [Moving towards it] He'll be in there, then. MABEL. What do you want, Inspector? INSPECTOR. [Melting] Well, madam, it's no use disguising it. I'm exceedingly sorry, but I've a warrant for his arrest. MABEL. Inspector! INSPECTOR. I'm sure I've every sympathy for you, madam; but I must carry out my instructions. MABEL. And break my heart? INSPECTOR. Well, madam, we're--we're not allowed to take that into consideration. The Law's the Law. MABEL. Are you married? INSPECTOR. I am. MABEL. If you--your wife-- [The INSPECTOR raises his hand, deprecating.] [Speaking low] Just half an hour! Couldn't you? It's two lives--two whole lives! We've only been married four months. Come back in half an hour. It's such a little thing--nobody will know. Nobody. Won't you? INSPECTOR. Now, madam--you must know my duty. MABEL. Inspector, I beseech you--just half an hour. INSPECTOR. No, no--don't you try to undermine me--I'm sorry for you; but don't you try it! [He tries the handle, then knocks at the door]. DANCY'S VOICE. One minute! INSPECTOR. It's locked. [Sharply] Is there another door to that room? Come, now-- [The bell rings.] [Moving towards the door, Left; to the CONSTABLE] Who's that out there? CONSTABLE. A lady and gentleman, sir. INSPECTOR. What lady and-- Stand by, Grover! DANCY'S VOICE. All right! You can come in now. [There is the noise of a lock being turned. And almost immediately the sound of a pistol shot in the bedroom. MABEL rushes to the door, tears it open, and disappears within, followed by the INSPECTOR, just as MARGARET ORME and COLFORD come in from the passage, pursued by the CONSTABLE. They, too, all hurry to the bedroom door and disappear for a moment; then COLFORD and MARGARET reappear, supporting MABEL, who faints as they lay her on the sofa. COLFORD takes from her hand an envelope, and tears it open.] COLFORD. It's addressed to me. [He reads it aloud to MARGARET in a low voice]. "DEAR COLFORD,--This is the only decent thing I can do. It's too damned unfair to her. It's only another jump. A pistol keeps faith. Look after her, Colford--my love to her, and you." [MARGARET gives a sort of choking sob, then, seeing the smelling bottle, she snatches it up, and turns to revive MABEL.] COLFORD. Leave her! The longer she's unconscious, the better. INSPECTOR. [Re-entering] This is a very serious business, sir. COLFORD. [Sternly] Yes, Inspector; you've done for my best friend. INSPECTOR. I, sir? He shot himself. COLFORD. Hara-kiri. INSPECTOR. Beg pardon? COLFORD. [He points with the letter to MABEL] For her sake, and his own. INSPECTOR. [Putting out his hand] I'll want that, sir. COLFORD. [Grimly] You shall have it read at the inquest. Till then-- it's addressed to me, and I stick to it. INSPECTOR. Very well, sir. Do you want to have a look at him? [COLFORD passes quickly into the bedroom, followed by the INSPECTOR. MARGARET remains kneeling beside MABEL.] [COLFORD comes quickly back. MARGARET looks up at him. He stands very still.] COLFORD. Neatly--through the heart. MARGARET [wildly] Keeps faith! We've all done that. It's not enough. COLFORD. [Looking down at MABEL] All right, old boy! [The CURTAIN falls.] [THE END] _ |
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