PRESS CUTTINGS

Bernard Shaw

1913

The forenoon of the first of April, 1911.

General Mitchener is at his writing table in the War Office, opening letters.  On his left is the fireplace, with a fire burning.  On his right, against the opposite wall is a standing desk with an office stool.  The door is in the wall behind him, half way between the table and the desk.  The table is not quite in the middle of the room:  it is nearer to the hearthrug than to the desk.  There is a chair at each end of it for persons having business with the general.  There is a telephone on the table.  Long silence.

A voice outside.  Votes for Women!

The General starts convulsively; snatches a revolver from a drawer, and listens in an agony of apprehension.  Nothing happens.  He puts the revolver back, ashamed; wipes his brow; and resumes his work.  He is startled afresh by the entry of an Orderly.  This Orderly is an unsoldierly, slovenly, discontented young man.

Mitchener.  Oh, it’s only you.  Well?

The orderly.  Another one, sir.  Shes chained herself.

Mitchener.  Chained herself?  How?  To what?  Weve taken away the railings and everything that a chain can be passed through.

The orderly.  We forgot the doorscraper, sir.  She laid down on the flags and got the chain through before she started hollerin.  Shes lying there now; and she says that youve got the key of the padlock in a letter in a buff envelope, and that you will see her when you open it.

Mitchener.  Shes mad.  Have the scraper dug up and let her go home with it hanging round her neck.

The orderly.  Theres a buff envelope there, sir.

Mitchener.  Youre all afraid of these women (picking the letter up).  It does seem to have a key in it. (He opens the letter, and takes out a key and a note.) “Dear Mitch”—­Well, I’m dashed!

The orderly.  Yes Sir.

Mitchener.  What do you mean by Yes Sir?

The orderly.  Well, you said you was dashed, Sir; and you did look if youll excuse my saying it, Sir—­well, you looked it.

Mitchener (who has been reading the letter, and is too astonished to attend to the Orderlys reply).  This is a letter from the Prime Minister asking me to release the woman with this key if she padlocks herself, and to have her shown up and see her at once.

The orderly (tremulously).  Dont do it, governor.

Mitchener (angrily).  How often have I ordered you not to address me as governor.  Remember that you are a soldier and not a vulgar civilian.  Remember also that when a man enters the army he leaves fear behind him.  Heres the key.  Unlock her and show her up.

The orderly.  Me unlock her!  I dursent.  Lord knows what she’d do to me.