Fanny's First Play eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 100 pages of information about Fanny's First Play.

Fanny's First Play eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 100 pages of information about Fanny's First Play.

BOBBY.  I wasnt at Brighton, Meg.  I’d better tell you:  youre bound to find out sooner or later. [He begins his confession humbly, avoiding her gaze].  Meg:  it’s rather awful:  youll think me no end of a beast.  Ive been in prison.

MARGARET.  You!

BOBBY.  Yes, me.  For being drunk and assaulting the police.

MARGARET.  Do you mean to say that you—­oh! this is a let-down for me. [She comes off the table and drops, disconsolate, into a chair at the end of it furthest from the hearth].

BOBBY.  Of course I couldnt hold you to our engagement after that.  I was writing to you to break it off. [He also descends from the table and makes slowly for the hearth].  You must think me an utter rotter.

MARGARET.  Oh, has everybody been in prison for being drunk and assaulting the police?  How long were you in?

BOBBY.  A fortnight.

MARGARET.  Thats what I was in for.

BOBBY.  What are you talking about?  In where?

MARGARET.  In quod.

BOBBY.  But I’m serious:  I’m not rotting.  Really and truly—­

MARGARET.  What did you do to the copper?

BOBBY.  Nothing, absolutely nothing.  He exaggerated grossly.  I only laughed at him.

MARGARET. [jumping up, triumphant] Ive beaten you hollow.  I knocked out two of his teeth.  Ive got one of them.  He sold it to me for ten shillings.

BOBBY.  Now please do stop fooling, Meg.  I tell you I’m not rotting. [He sits down in the armchair, rather sulkily].

MARGARET. [taking up the copy of Lloyd’s Weekly and going to him] And I tell you I’m not either.  Look!  Heres a report of it.  The daily papers are no good; but the Sunday papers are splendid. [She sits on the arm of the chair].  See! [Reading]:  “Hardened at Eighteen.  A quietly dressed, respectable-looking girl who refuses her name”—­thats me.

BOBBY. [pausing a moment in his perusal] Do you mean to say that you went on the loose out of pure devilment?

MARGARET.  I did no harm.  I went to see a lovely dance.  I picked up a nice man and went to have a dance myself.  I cant imagine anything more innocent and more happy.  All the bad part was done by other people:  they did it out of pure devilment if you like.  Anyhow, here we are, two gaolbirds, Bobby, disgraced forever.  Isnt it a relief?

BOBBY. [rising stiffly] But you know, it’s not the same for a girl.  A man may do things a woman maynt. [He stands on the hearthrug with his back to the fire].

MARGARET.  Are you scandalized, Bobby?

BOBBY.  Well, you cant expect me to approve of it, can you, Meg?  I never thought you were that sort of girl.

MARGARET. [rising indignantly] I’m not.  You mustnt pretend to think that I’m a clergyman’s daughter, Bobby.

BOBBY.  I wish you wouldnt chaff about that.  Dont forget the row you got into for letting out that you admired Juggins [she turns her back on him quickly]—­a footman!  And what about the Frenchman?

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