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_ ACT III - SCENE I [HILLCRIST'S study next morning. JILL coming from Left, looks in at the open French window.] JILL. [Speaking to ROLF, invisible] Come in here. There's no one. [She goes in. ROLF joins her, coming from the garden.] ROLF. Jill, I just wanted to say--Need we? [JILL. nodes.] Seeing you yesterday--it did seem rotten. JILL. We didn't begin it. ROLF. No; but you don't understand. If you'd made yourself, as father has---- JILL. I hope I should be sorry. ROLF. [Reproachfully] That isn't like you. Really he can't help thinking he's a public benefactor. JILL. And we can't help thinking he's a pig. Sorry! ROLF. If the survival of the fittest is right---- JILL. He may be fitter, but he's not going to survive. ROLF. [Distracted] It looks like it, though. JILL. Is that all you came to say? ROLF. Suppose we joined, couldn't we stop it? JILL. I don't feel like joining. ROLF. We did shake hands. JILL. One can't fight and not grow bitter. ROLF. I don't feel bitter. JILL. Wait; you'll feel it soon enough. ROLF. Why? [Attentively] About Chloe? I do think your mother's manner to her is---- JILL. Well? ROLF. Snobbish. [JILL laughs.] She may not be your class; and that's just why it's snobbish. JILL. I think you'd better shut up. ROLF. What my father said was true; your mother's rudeness to her that day she came here, has made both him and Charlie ever so much more bitter. [JILL whistles the Habanera from "Carmen."] [Staring at her, rather angrily] Is it a whistling matter? JILL. No. ROLF. I suppose you want me to go? JILL. Yes. ROLF. All right. Aren't we ever going to be friends again? JILL. [Looking steadily at him] I don't expect so. ROLF. That's very-horrible. JILL. Lots of horrible things in the world. ROLF. It's our business to make them fewer, Jill. JILL. [Fiercely] Don't be moral. ROLF. [Hurt] That's the last thing I want to be.--I only want to be friendly. JILL. Better be real first. ROLF. From the big point of view---- JILL. There isn't any. We're all out, for our own. And why not? ROLF. By jove, you have got---- JILL. Cynical? Your father's motto--"Every man for himself." That's the winner--hands down. Goodbye! ROLF. Jill! Jill!
[With a pained gesture he goes out towards Left, through the French window.] [JILL, who has broken off the song, stands with her hands clenched and her lips quivering.] [FELLOWS enters Left.] FELLOWS. Mr. Dawker, Miss, and two gentlemen. JILL. Let the three gentlemen in, and me out. [She passes him and goes out Left. And immediately. DAWKER and the two STRANGERS come in.] FELLOWS. I'll inform Mrs. Hillcrist, sir. The Squire is on his rounds. [He goes out Left.] [The THREE MEN gather in a discreet knot at the big bureau, having glanced at the two doors and the open French window.] DAWKER. Now this may come into Court, you know. If there's a screw loose anywhere, better mention it. [To SECOND STRANGE] You knew her personally? SECOND S. What do you think? I don't, take girls on trust for that sort of job. She came to us highly recommended, too; and did her work very well. It was a double stunt--to make sure--wasn't it, George? FIRST S. Yes; we paid her for the two visits. SECOND S. I should know her in a minute; striking looking girl; had something in her face. Daresay she'd seen hard times. FIRST S. We don't want publicity. DAWKER. Not Likely. The threat'll do it; but the stakes are heavy --and the man's a slugger; we must be able to push it home. If you can both swear to her, it'll do the trick. SECOND S. And about--I mean, we're losing time, you know, coming down here. DAWKER. [With a nod at FIRST STRANGER] George here knows me. That'll be all right. I'll guarantee it well worth your while. SECOND S. I don't want to do the girl harm, if she's married. DAWKER. No, no; nobody wants to hurt her. We just want a cinch on this fellow till he squeals. [They separate a little as MRS. HILLCRIST enters from Right.] DAWKER. Good morning, ma'am. My friend's partner. Hornblower coming? MRS. H. At eleven. I had to send up a second note, Dawker. DAWKER. Squire not in? MRS. H. I haven't told him. DAWKER. [Nodding] Our friends might go in here [Pointing Right] and we can use 'em as the want 'em. MRS. H. [To the STRANGERS] Will you make yourselves comfortable? [She holds the door open, and they pass her into the room, Right.] DAWKER. [Showing document] I've had this drawn and engrossed. Pretty sharp work. Conveys the Centry, and Longmeadow; to the Squire at four thousand five hundred: Now, ma'am, suppose Hornblower puts his hand to that, hell have been done in the eye, and six thousand all told out o' pocket.--You'll have a very nasty neighbour here. MRS. H. But we shall still have the power to disclose that secret at any time. DAWKER. Yeh! But things might happen here you could never bring home to him. You can't trust a man like that. He isn't goin' to forgive me, I know. MRS. H. [Regarding him keenly] But if he signs, we couldn't honourably---- DAWKER. No, ma'am, you couldn't; and I'm sure I don't want to do that girl a hurt. I just mention it because, of course, you can't guarantee that it doesn't get out. MRS. H. Not absolutely, I suppose. [A look passes between them, which neither of them has quite sanctioned.] [There's his car. It always seems to make more noise than any other.] DAWKER. He'll kick and flounder--but you leave him to ask what you want, ma'am; don't mention this [He puts the deed back into his pocket]. The Centry's no mortal good to him if he's not going to put up works; I should say he'd be glad to save what he can. [MRS. HILLCRIST inclines her head. FELLOWS enters Left.] FELLOWS. [Apologetically] Mr. Hornblower, ma'am; by appointment, he says. MRS. H. Quite right, Fellows. [HORNBLOWER comes in, and FELLOWS goes out.] HORNBLOWER. [Without salutation] I've come to ask ye point bleak what ye mean by writing me these letters. [He takes out two letters.] And we'll discus it in the presence of nobody, if ye, please. MRS. H. Mr. Dawker knows all that I know, and more. HORNBLOWER. Does he? Very well! Your second note says that my daughter-in-law has lied to me. Well, I've brought her, and what ye've got to say--if it's not just a trick to see me again--ye'll say to her face. [He takes a step towards the window.] MRS. H. Mr. Hornblower, you had better, decide that after hearing what it is--we shall be quite ready to repeat it in her presence; but we want to do as little harm as possible. HORNBLOWER. [Stopping] Oh! ye do! Well, what lies have ye been hearin'? Or what have ye made up? You and Mr. Dawker? Of course ye know there's a law of libel and slander. I'm, not the man to stop at that. MRS. H. [Calmly] Are you familiar with the law of divorce, Mr. Hornblower? HORNBLOWER. [Taken aback] No, I'm not. That is-----. MRS. H. Well, you know that misconduct is required. And I suppose you've heard that cases are arranged. HORNBLOWER. I know it's all very shocking--what about it? MRS. H. When cases are arranged, Mr. Hornblower, the man who is to be divorced often visits an hotel with a strange woman. I am extremely sorry to say that your daughter-in-law, before her marriage, was in the habit of being employed as such a woman. HORNBLOWER. Ye dreadful creature! DAWKER. [Quickly] All proved, up to the hilt! HORNBLOWER. I don't believe a word of it. Ye're lyin' to save your skins. How dare ye tell me such monstrosities? Dawker, I'll have ye in a criminal court. DAWKER. Rats! You saw a gent with me yesterday? Well, he's employed her. HORNBLOWER. A put-up job! Conspiracy! MRS. H. Go and get your daughter-in-law. HORNBLOWER. [With the first sensation of being in a net] It's a foul shame--a lying slander! MRS. H. If so, it's easily disproved. Go and fetch her. HORNBLOWER. [Seeing them unmoved] I will. I don't believe a word of it. MRS. H. I hope you are right. [HORNBLOWER goes out by the French window, DAWKER slips to the door Right, opens it, and speaks to those within. MRS. HILLCRIST stands moistening her lips, and passim her handkerchief over them. HORNBLOWER returns, preceding CHLOE, strung up to hardness and defiance.] HORNBLOWER. Now then, let's have this impudent story torn to rags. CHLOE. What story? HORNBLOWER. That you, my dear, were a woman--it's too shockin--I don't know how to tell ye---- CHLOE. Go on! HORNBLOWER. Were a woman that went with men, to get them their divorce. CHLOE. Who says that? HORNBLOWER. That lady [Sneering] there, and her bull-terrier here. CHLOE. [Facing MRS. HILLCRIST] That's a charitable thing to say, isn't it? MRS. H. Is it true? CHLOE. No. HORNBLOWER. [Furiously] There! I'll have ye both on your knees to her! DAWKER. [Opening the door, Right] Come in. [The FIRST STRANGER comes in. CHLOE, with a visible effort, turns to face him.] FIRST S. How do you do, Mrs. Vane? CHLOE. I don't know you. FIRST S. Your memory is bad, ma'am: You knew me yesterday well enough. One day is not a long time, nor are three years. CHLOE. Who are you? FIRST S. Come, ma'am, come! The Caster case. CHLOE. I don't know you, I say. [To MRS. HILLCRIST] How can you be so vile? FIRST S. Let me refresh your memory, ma'am. [Producing a notebook] Just on three years ago; "Oct.3. To fee and expenses Mrs. Vane with Mr. C----, Hotel Beaulieu, Twenty pounds. Oct. 10, Do., Twenty pounds." [To HORNBLOWER] Would you like to glance at this book, sir? You'll see they're genuine entries. [HORNBLOWER makes a motion to do so, but checks himself and looks at CHLOE.] CHLOE. [Hysterically] It's all lies--lies! FIRST S. Come, ma'am, we wish you no harm. CHLOE. Take me away. I won't be treated like this. MRS. H. [In a low voice] Confess. CHLOE. Lies! HORNBLOWER. Were ye ever called Vane? CHLOE. No, never. [She makes a movement towards the window, but DAWKER is in the way, and she halts. FIRST S. [Opening the door, Right] Henry.] [The SECOND STRANGER comes in quickly. At sight of him CHLOE throws up her hands, gasps, breaks down, stage Left, and stands covering her face with her hands. It is so complete a confession that HORNBLOWER stands staggered; and, taking out a coloured handkerchief, wipes his brow.] DAWKER. Are you convinced? HORNBLOWER. Take those men away. DAWKER. If you're not satisfied, we can get other evidence; plenty. HORNBLOWER. [Looking at CHLOE] That's enough. Take them out. Leave me alone with her. [DAWKER takes them out Right. MRS. HILLCRIST passes HORNBLOWER and goes out at the window. HORNBLOWER moves down a step or two towards CHLOE.] HORNBLOWER. My God! CHLOE. [With an outburst] Don't tell Charlie! Don't tell Charlie! HORNBLOWER. Chearlie! So, that was your manner of life. [CHLOE utters a moaning sound.] So that's what ye got out of by marryin' into my family! Shame on ye, ye Godless thing! CHLOE. Don't tell Charlie! HORNBLOWER. And that's all ye can say for the wreck ye've wrought. My family, my works, my future! How dared ye! CHLOE. If you'd been me!---- HORNBLOWER. An' these Hillcrists. The skin game of it! CHLOE. [Breathless] Father! HORNBLOWER. Don't call me that, woman! CHLOE. [Desperate] I'm going to have a child. HORNBLOWER. God! Ye are! CHLOE. Your grandchild. For the sake of it, do what these people want; and don't tell anyone--DON'T TELL CHARLIE! HORNBLOWER. [Again wiping his forehead] A secret between us. I don't know that I can keep it. It's horrible. Poor Chearlie! CHLOE. [Suddenly fierce] You must keep it, you shall! I won't have him told. Don't make me desperate! I can be--I didn't live that life for nothing. HORNBLOWER. [Staring at her resealed in a new light] Ay; ye look a strange, wild woman, as I see ye. And we thought the world of ye! CHLOE. I love Charlie; I'm faithful to him. I can't live without him. You'll never forgive me, I know; but Charlie----! [Stretching out her hands.] [HORNBLOWER makes a bewildered gesture with his large hands.] HORNBLOWER. I'm all at sea here. Go out to the car and wait for me. [CHLOE passes him and goes out, Left.] [Muttering to himself] So I'm down! Me enemies put their heels upon me head! Ah! but we'll see yet! [He goes up to the window and beckons towards the Right.] [MRS. HILLCRIST comes in.] What d'ye want for this secret? MRS. H. Nothing. HORNBLOWER. Indeed! Wonderful!--the trouble ye've taken for-- nothing. MRS. H. If you harm us we shall harm you. Any use whatever of the Centry. HORNBLOWER. For which ye made me pay nine thousand five hundred pounds. MRS. H. We will buy it from you. HORNBLOWER. At what price? MRS. H. The Centry at the price Miss Muffins would have taken at first, and Longmeadow at the price you--gave us--four thousand five hundred altogether. HORNBLOWER. A fine price, and me six thousand out of pocket. Na, no! I'll keep it and hold it over ye. Ye daren't tell this secret so long as I've got it. MRS. H. No, Mr. Hornblower. On second thoughts, you must sell. You broke your word over the Jackmans. We can't trust you. We would rather have our place here ruined at once, than leave you the power to ruin it as and when you like. You will sell us the Centry and Longmeadow now, or you know what will happen. HORNBLOWER. [Writhing] I'll not. It's blackmail. MRS. H. Very well then! Go your own way and we'll go ours. There is no witness to this conversation. HORNBLOWER. [Venomously] By heaven, ye're a clever woman. Will ye swear by Almighty God that you and your family, and that agent of yours, won't breathe a word of this shockin' thing to mortal soul. MRS. H. Yes, if you sell. HORNBLOWER. Where's Dawker? MRS. H. [Going to the door, Right] Mr. Dawker [DAWKER comes in.] HORNBLOWER. I suppose ye've got your iniquity ready. [DAWKER grins and produces the document.] It's mighty near conspiracy, this. Have ye got a Testament? MRS. H. My word will be enough, Mr. Hornblower. HORNBLOWER. Ye'll pardon me--I can't make it solemn enough for you. MRS. H. Very well; here is a Bible. [She takes a small Bible from the bookshelf.] DAWKER. [Spreading document on bureau] This is a short conveyance of the Centry and Longmeadow--recites sale to you by Miss Mulling, of the first, John Hillcrist of the second, and whereas you have agreed for the sale to said John Hillcrist, for the sum of four thousand five hundred pounds, in consideration of the said sum, receipt whereof, you hereby acknowledge you do convey all that, etc. Sign here. I'll witness. HORNBLOWER [To MRS. HILLCRIST] Take that Book in your hand, and swear first. I swear by Almighty God never to breathe a word of what I know concerning Chloe Hornblower to any living soul. MRS. H. No, Mr. Hornblower; you will please sign first. We are not in the habit of breaking our word. [HORNBLOWER after a furious look at them, seizes a pen, runs his eye again over the deed, and signs, DAWKER witnessing.] To that oath, Mr. Hornblower, we shall add the words, "So long as the Hornblower family do us no harm." HORNBLOWER. [With a snarl] Take it in your hands, both of ye, and together swear. MRS. H. [Taking the Book] I swear that I will breathe no word of what I know concerning Chloe Hornblower to any living soul, so long as the Hornblower family do us no harm. DAWKER. I swear that too. MRS. H. I engage for my husband. HORNBLOWER. Where are those two fellows? DAWKER. Gone. It's no business of theirs. HORNBLOWER. It's no business of any of ye what has happened to a woman in the past. Ye know that. Good-day! [He gives them a deadly look, and goes out, left, followed by DAWKER.] MRS. H. [With her hand on the Deed] Safe! [HILLCRIST enters at the French window, followed by JILL.] [Holding up the Deed] Look! He's just gone! I told you it was only necessary to use the threat. He caved in and signed this; we are sworn to say nothing. We've beaten him. [HILLCRIST studies the Deed.] JILL. [Awed] We saw Chloe in the car. How did she take it, mother? MRS. H. Denied, then broke down when she saw our witnesses. I'm glad you were not here, Jack. JILL. [Suddenly] I shall go and see her. MRS. H. Jill, you will not; you don't know what she's done. JILL. I shall. She must be in an awful state. HILLCRIST. My dear, you can do her no good. JILL. I think I can, Dodo. MRS. H. You don't understand human nature. We're enemies for life with those people. You're a little donkey if you think anything else. JILL. I'm going, all the same. MRS. H. Jack, forbid her. HILLCRIST. [Lifting an eyebrow] Jill, be reasonable. JILL. Suppose I'd taken a knock like that, Dodo, I'd be glad of friendliness from someone. MRS. H. You never could take a knock like that. JILL. You don't know what you can do till you try, mother. HILLCRIST. Let her go, Amy. Im sorry for that young woman. MRS. H. You'd be sorry for a man who picked your pocket, I believe. HILLCRIST. I certainly should! Deuced little he'd get out of it, when I've paid for the Centry. MRS. H. [Bitterly] Much gratitude I get for saving you both our home! JILL. [Disarmed] Oh! Mother, we are grateful. Dodo, show your gratitude. HILLCRIST. Well, my dear, it's an intense relief. I'm not good at showing my feelings, as you know. What d'you want me to do? Stand on one leg and crow? JILL. Yes, Dodo, yes! Mother, hold him while I [Suddenly she stops, and all the fun goes out of her] No! I can't--I can't help thinking of her. [CURTAIN falls for a minute.] _ |
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