Complete Plays of John Galsworthy eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,284 pages of information about Complete Plays of John Galsworthy.

Complete Plays of John Galsworthy eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,284 pages of information about Complete Plays of John Galsworthy.

     [Miss beech raises her face-it is all puckered.]

[Impulsively.] Oh, I did n’t mean that, Peachey!

Miss beech.  All right, my dear.

Mrs. Gwyn.  I’m so dragged in two! [She sinks into a chair.] I knew it must come.

Miss beech.  Does she know everything, Molly?

Mrs. Gwyn.  She guesses.

Miss beech. [Mournfully.] It’s either him or her then, my dear; one or the other you ’ll have to give up.

Mrs. Gwyn. [Motionless.] Life’s very hard on women!

Miss beech.  Life’s only just beginning for that child, Molly.

Mrs. Gwyn.  You don’t care if it ends for me!

Miss beech.  Is it as bad as that?

Mrs. Gwyn.  Yes.

Miss beech. [Rocking hey body.] Poor things!  Poor things!

Mrs. Gwyn.  Are you still fond of me?

Miss beech.  Yes, yes, my dear, of course I am.

Mrs. Gwyn.  In spite of my-wickedness?

     [She laughs.]

Miss beech.  Who am I to tell what’s wicked and what is n’t?  God knows you’re both like daughters to me!

Mrs. Gwyn. [Abruptly.] I can’t.

Miss beech.  Molly.

Mrs. Gwyn.  You don’t know what you’re asking.

Miss beech.  If I could save you suffering, my dear, I would.  I hate suffering, if it ’s only a fly, I hate it.

Mrs. Gwyn. [Turning away from her.] Life is n’t fair.  Peachey, go in and leave me alone.

     [She leans back motionless.]

[Miss beech gets off her seat, and stroking Mrs. GWYN’s arm in passing goes silently away.  In the opening of the wall she meets lever who is looking for his partner.  They make way for each other.]

Lever. [Going up to Mrs. Gwyn—­gravely.] The next is our dance, Molly.

Mrs. Gwyn. [Unmoving.] Let’s sit it out here, then.

     [Lever sits down.]

Lever.  I’ve made it all right with your Uncle.

Mrs. Gwyn. [Dully.] Oh?

Lever.  I spoke to him about the shares before dinner.

Mrs. Gwyn.  Yes, he told me, thank you.

Lever.  There ’s nothing to worry over, dear.

Mrs. Gwyn. [Passionately.] What does it matter about the wretched shares now?  I ’m stifling.

     [She throws her scarf off.]

Lever.  I don’t understand what you mean by “now.”

Mrs. Gwyn.  Don’t you?

Lever.  We were n’t—­Joy can’t know—­why should she?  I don’t believe for a minute——­

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