D’ ye hear me?
[They speak in quick low voices.]
Madge. I hear! Go, and kill your own mother, if you must.
[Rous seizes her by both her arms. She stands rigid, with her head bent back. He releases her, and he too stands motionless.]
Rous. I swore to stand by Roberts. I swore that! Ye want me to go back on what I’ve sworn.
Madge. [With slow soft mockery.] You are a pretty lover!
Rous. Madge!
Madge. [Smiling.] I’ve heard that lovers do what their girls ask them—
[Jan sounds the cuckoo’s notes]
—but that’s not true, it seems!
Rous. You’d make a blackleg of me!
Madge. [With her eyes half-closed.] Do it for me!
Rous. [Dashing his hand across his brow.] Damn! I can’t!
Madge. [Swiftly.] Do it for me!
Rous. [Through his teeth.] Don’t play the wanton with me!
Madge. [With a movement of her hand towards
Jan—quick and low.]
I would be that for the children’s sake!
Rous. [In a fierce whisper.] Madge! Oh, Madge!
Madge. [With soft mockery.] But you can’t break your word for me!
Rous. [With a choke.] Then, Begod, I can!
[He turns and rushes off.]
[Madge Stands,
with a faint smile on her face, looking after
him. She turns
to Mrs. Roberts.]
Madge. I have done for Roberts!
Mrs. Roberts. [Scornfully.] Done for my man, with that——! [She sinks back.]
Madge. [Running to her, and feeling her hands.] You’re as cold as a stone! You want a drop of brandy. Jan, run to the “Lion”; say, I sent you for Mrs. Roberts.
Mrs. Roberts. [With a feeble movement.] I’ll just sit quiet, Madge. Give Jan—his—tea.
Madge. [Giving Jan a slice of bread.] There, ye little rascal. Hold your piping. [Going to the fire, she kneels.] It’s going out.
Mrs. Roberts. [With a faint smile.] ’T is all the same!
[Jan begins to blow his whistle.]
Madge. Tsht! Tsht!—you
[Jan Stops.]
Mrs. Roberts. [Smiling.] Let ’im play, Madge.
Madge. [On her knees at the fire, listening.] Waiting an’ waiting. I’ve no patience with it; waiting an’ waiting—that’s what a woman has to do! Can you hear them at it—I can!