Hillcrist. Dawker, have the goodness! Hornblower, in the presence of what may be death, with all my heart I’m sorry.
Hornblower. Ye hypocrite!
[He passes them with
a certain dignity, and goes out at the
window, following to
his car.]
[Hillcrist who
has stood for a moment stock-still, goes slowly
forward and sits in
his swivel chair.]
Mrs. H. Dawker, please tell Fellows to telephone to Dr. Robinson to go round to the Hornblowers at once.
[Dawker, fingering
the deed, and with a noise that sounds like
“The cur!”
goes out, Left.]
[At the fireplace]
Jack! Do you blame me?
Hillcrist. [Motionless] No.
Mrs. H. Or Dawker? He’s done his best.
Hillcrist. No.
Mrs. H. [Approaching] What is it?
Hillcrist. Hypocrite!
[Jill comes running in at the window.]
Jill. Dodo, she’s moved; she’s spoken. It may not be so bad.
Hillcrist. Thank God for that!
[Fellows enters, Left.]
Fellows. The Jackmans, ma’am.
Hillcrist. Who? What’s this?
[The Jackmans have entered, standing close to the door.]
Mrs. J. We’re so glad we can go back, sir—ma’am, we just wanted to thank you.
[There is a silence. They see that they are not welcome.]
Thank you kindly, sir. Good night, ma’am.
[They shuffle out. ]
Hillcrist. I’d forgotten their existence. [He gets up] What is it that gets loose when you begin a fight, and makes you what you think you’re not? What blinding evil! Begin as you may, it ends in this —skin game! Skin game!
Jill. [Rushing to him] It’s not you, Dodo; it’s not you, beloved Dodo.
Hillcrist. It is me. For I am, or should be, master in this house!
Mrs. H. I don’t understand.
Hillcrist. When we began this fight, we had clean hands—are they clean’ now? What’s gentility worth if it can’t stand fire?
CURTAIN
FROM THE SERIES OF SIX SHORT PLAYS
Contents:
The
First and The Last
The
Little Man
Hall-marked
Defeat
The
Sun
Punch
and Go
THE FIRST AND THE LAST
A DRAMA IN THREE SCENES
PERSONS OF THE PLAY
Keith Darrant, K.C.
Larry Darrant, His Brother.
Wanda.
Scene I. Keith’s Study.