The Servant in the House eBook

Charles Rann Kennedy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 90 pages of information about The Servant in the House.

The Servant in the House eBook

Charles Rann Kennedy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 90 pages of information about The Servant in the House.

VICAR.  I am in the darkness.  I don’t know what to do.  God has left me stranded.

[MANSON re-enters.  They look at him inquiringly.]

MANSON.  It isn’t the Bishop of Benares, ma’am.

AUNTIE.  Well, who is it?

MANSON.  I didn’t ask his name, ma’am.

AUNTIE.  T-t-t!  How is he dressed?

MANSON.  Rather oddly, ma’am:  I noticed that his legs . . .

AUNTIE.  William, it’s James!  I can’t be seen like this.  Shew him in.  I can slip out this way.

[MANSON goes out.]

William, try and treat him like . . .

VICAR.  How?  Like a brother?

AUNTIE.  I was going to say, like a Priest and a Christian, William.

VICAR.  Like a Christian, then.

AUNTIE.  My dear!

[She goes out by the door to the right, as MANSON begins to turn the handle of the other door.]

MANSON [outside].  This way, if you please.

[The VICAR, braces himself up and turns towards the door with an effort at cordiality.]

VICAR.  Just in time for breakfast, my lord.

[Enter ROBERT SMITH and MANSON.  ROBERT’S costume is a navvy’s, the knees tied With string.]

ROBERT [grimly].  Thanks, Bill Awlmighty, don’t mind if I do.  My belly’s fair aching.

VICAR.  Robert!

ROBERT.  Yus, it’s me, my ’oly brother!

VICAR.  Didn’t you—­didn’t you get my wire?

ROBERT.  Yus, I gorit-:  Drains wrong, eh?  Thought I’d like to ‘av’ a look at ’em—­my job, yer know, drains!  So you’ll excuse the togs:  remind you of old days, eh what?

VICAR.  Robert, what have you come here for?

ROBERT.  You arsk me that?

VICAR.  Yes, I do.  Bob . . .

ROBERT.  Why, to see my little gel, o’ course—­Gawd curse you! . . .

Now go an tell your ole woman.

[The VICAR stands as though stricken.]

Did you ’ear me speak?  Tell ’er!

[The VICAR wavers a moment, and then staggers out silently through the door, right.  ROBERT watches him off with a look of iron.  He pays no heed to MANSON, who stands quite close to him, on the left.]

See that blighter?  That’s the bloke as was born with no bowels!  ‘E might a-made a man o’ me once, if ’e’d tried; but ’e didn’t—­’im and ’is like.  Hm!  Dam foolish, I call it, don’t you?

MANSON.  Yes, both:  foolish and—­damned!

[ROBERT turns and looks into his face for the first time as the curtain slowly falls on the First Act.]

THE SECOND ACT

As the curtain rises, the scene and situation remain unchanged.  Presently, Robert, having completed his inspection of the other’s face and costume, moves away with a characteristic interjection.

ROBERT.  Oh, Jeeroosalem! . . .

’Ere, ‘elp us orf, comride:  I’m wet through.  Rainin’ cats an’ dorgs dahn at the Junction!  ’Ere, I cawn’t . . .  Wot oh!  The very identical! . . .

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