Col. G.resumes his boot absently. Re-enterTHOMAS,shaking hisfist.
Th.But aw tell tho, aw'll stick to th' place day and neet, aw wull. Aw wull. Aw wull.
Col. G.Come back to-morrow.
Th.Coom back, saysto? Aw'll not goo away (growing fierce). Wilto gie mo mo Mattie? Aw'm noan beawn to ston here so mich lunger. Wilto gie mo mo Mattie?
Col. G.I cannot give you what I haven't got.
Th.Aw'll break thi yed, thou villain! (threatening him with his stick). Eh, Mattie! Mattie! to loe sich a mon's maister more'n me! I would dey fur thee, Mattie.Exit.
Col. G.It's all a mistake, of course. There are plenty of young men—but my Arthur's none of such. I cannot believe it of him. The daughter! If I could findher, shewould settle the question. (It begins to grow dark.) I must help the old man to find her. He's sure to come back. Arthur doesnotlook the least like it. But—(polishes vigorously). I cannotget this boot to look like a gentleman's. I wish I had taken a lesson or two first. I'll get hold of a shoeblack, and make him come for a morning or two. No, he doesnotlook like it. There he comes. (Goes on polishing.)
EnterGER.
Ger.William!
Col. G.(turning). Yes, sir.
Ger.Light the gas. Any one called?
Col. G.Yes, sir.
Ger.Who?
Col. G.I don't know, sir. (Lighting the gas.)
Ger.You should have asked his name. (Stands before the clay, contemplating it.)
Col. G.I'm sorry I forgot, sir. It was only an old man from the country—after his daughter, he said.
Ger.Came to offer his daughter, or himself perhaps. (Begins to work at the figure.)
Col. G.(watching him stealthily). He looked a respectable old party—from Lancashire, he said.
Ger.I dare say. You will have many such callers. Take the address. Models, you know.
Col. G.If he calls again, sir?
Ger.Ask him to leave his address, I say.
Col. G.But he told me you knew her.
Ger.Possibly. I had a good many models before I left. But it's of no consequence; I don't want any at present.
Col. G.He seemed in a great way, sir—and swore. I couldn't make him out.
Ger.Ah! hm!
Col. G.He says he saw her come out of the house.
Ger. Hasthere been any girl here? Have you seen any about?
Col. G.No, sir.
Ger.My aunt had a dressmaker to meet her here the other evening. I have had no model since I came back.
Col. G.The man was in a sad taking about her, sir. I didn't know what to make of it. There seemed some truth—something suspicious.
Ger.Perhaps my aunt can throw some light upon it. (COL. G.lingers.) That will do. (ExitCOL. G.) How oddly the man behaves! A sun-stroke in India, perhaps. Or he may have had a knock on the head. I must keep my eye on him. (Stops working, steps backward, and gazes at the Psyche.) She is growing very like some one! Who can it be? She knows she is puzzling me, the beauty! See how she is keeping back a smile! She knows if she lets one smile out, her whole face will follow it through the clay. How strange the half-lights of memory are! You know and you don't know—both at once. Like a bat in the twilight you are sure of it, and the same moment it is nowhere. Whoismy Psyche like?—The forehead above the eyebrow, and round by the temple? The half-playful, half-sorrowful curve of the lip? The hope in the lifted eyelid? There is more there than ever I put there. Some power has been shaping my ends. By heaven, I have it!—No—yes—it is—it is Constance—momently dawning out of the clay! Whatdoesthis mean?Shenever gave me a sitting—at least, she has not done so for the last ten years—yet here she is—she, and no other! I never thought she was beautiful. When she came with my aunt the other day though, I did fancy I saw a new soul dawning through the lovely face. Here it is—the same soul breaking through the clay of my Psyche!—I will give just one touch to the corner of the mouth.
Gives a few touches, then steps back again and contemplates thefigure. Turns away and walks up and down. The light darkens to slowplaintive music, which lasts for a minute. Then the morning beginsto dawn, gleaming blue upon the statues and casts, and revealingGER.seated before his Psyche, gazing at her. He rises, and exit.EnterCOL. G.and looks about.
Col. G.I don't know what to make of it! Or rather I'm afraid I do know what to make of it! It looks bad. He's not been in bed all night. But it shows he has some conscience left—and that's a comfort.
EnterMrs. CLIFFORD,peeping round cautiously.
Col. G.What, Clara! you here so early!
Mrs. C.Well, you know, brother, you're so fond of mystery!
Col. G.It's very kind of you to come! But we must be very careful; I can't tell when my master may be home.
Mrs. C.Has he been out all night, then?
Col. G.Oh no; he's just gone.
Mrs. C.I never knew him such an early bird. I made sure he was safe in bed for a couple of hours yet. But I do trust, Walter, you have had enough of this fooling, and are prepared to act like a rational man and a gentleman.
Col. G.On the contrary, Clara, with my usual obstinacy, I am more determined than ever that my boy shall not know me, until, as I told you, I have rendered him such service as may prove me not altogether unworthy to be his father. Twenty years of neglect will be hard to surmount.
Mrs. C.But mere menial service cannot discharge the least portion of your obligations. As his father alone can you really serve him.
Col. G.You persist in misunderstanding me. This is not the service I mean. I scorn the fancy. This is only the means, as I told you plainly before, of finding outhowI may serve him—of learning what he really needs—or most desires. If I fail in discovering how to recommend myself to him, I shall go back to India, and content myself with leaving him a tolerable fortune.
Mrs. C.How ever a hair-brained fellow like you, Walter, could have made such a soldier!—Why don't you tell your boy you love him, and have done with it?
Col. G.I will, as soon as I have proof to back the assertion.
Mrs. C.I tell you it is rank pride.
Col. G.It may be pride, sister; but it is the pride of a repentant thief who puts off his confession until he has the money in his hand to prove the genuineness of his sorrow.
Mrs. C.It neverwasof any use to argue withyou, Walter; you know that, or at least I know it. So I give up.—I trust you have got over your prejudice against his profession. It is not my fault.
Col. G.In truth, I had forgotten the profession—as you call it—in watching the professor.
Mrs. C.And has it not once occurred to you to ask how he may take such watching?
Col. G.By the time he is aware of it, he will be ready to understand it.
Mrs. C.But suppose he should discover you before you have thus established your position?
Col. G.I must run the risk.
Mrs. C.Suppose then you should thus find out something he would not have you know?
Col. G.(hurriedly). Do you imagine his servant might know a thing he would hide from his father?
Mrs. C.I do not, Walter. I can trust him. But he might well resent the espionage of even his father. You cannot get rid of the vile look of the thing.
Col. G.Again I say, my boy shall be my judge, and my love shall be my plea. In any case I shall have to ask his forgiveness. But there is his key in the lock! Run into the house.
ExitMRS. C.EnterGER.,and goes straight to the Psyche.
Col. G.Breakfast is waiting, sir.
Ger.By and by, William.
Col. G.You haven't been in bed, sir!
Ger.Well? What of that?
Col. G.I hope you're not ill, sir.
Ger.Not in the least: I work all night sometimes.—You can go. (COL. G.lingers, with a searching gaze at the Psyche.)—I don't want anything.
Col. G.Pardon me, sir, but I am sure you are ill. You've done no work since last night.
Ger.(with displeasure). I am quite well, and wish to be alone.
Col. G.Mayn't I go and fetch a doctor, sir? It is better to take things in time.
Ger.You are troublesome. (ExitCOL. G.)—What can the fellow mean? He looked at me so strangely too! He's officious—that's all, I dare say. A good sort of man, I do think! William!—What is it in the man's face?—(EnterCol G.) Is the breakfast ready?
Col. G.Quite ready, sir.
Ger.I'm sorry I spoke to you so hastily. The fact is—
Col. G.Don't mention it, sir. Speak as you will to me; I shan't mind it. When there's anything on a man's conscience—I—I—I mean on a man's mind—
Ger.Whatdoyou mean?
Col. G.I mean, when there is anything there, he can't well help his temper, sir.
Ger.I don't understand you; but, anyhow, you—go too far, William.
Col. G.I beg your pardon, sir: I forgot myself. I do humbly beg your pardon. Shall I make some fresh coffee, sir? It's not cold—only it's stood too long.
Ger.The coffee will do well enough. (ExitCOL. G.)—Is she so beautiful? (turning to the Psyche)—Is there a likeness?—I see it.—Nonsense! A mere chance confluence of the ideal and the actual.—Even then the chance must mean something. Such amerechance would indeed be a strange one!
EnterCONSTANCE.
Oh, my heart! here she comes! my Psyche herself!—Well, Constance!
Con.Oh, Arthur, I amsoglad I've found you! I want to talk to you about something. I know you don't care much about me now, but Imusttell you, for it would be wrong not.
Ger.(aside). How beautiful she is! Whatcanshe have to tell me about? It cannot be—itshallnot be—. Sit down, won't you? (offering her a chair.)
Con.No.Yousit there (pointing to the dais), and I will sit here (placing herself on the lower step). It was here I used to sit so often when I was a little girl. Why can't one keep little? I was always with you then! (Sighs.)
Ger.It is not my fault, Constance.
Con.Oh no! I suppose it can't be. Only I don't see why. Oh, Arthur, where should I be but for you! I saw the old place yesterday. How dreadful and yet how dear it was!
Ger.Who took you there?
Con.Nobody. I went alone.
Ger.It was hardly safe.—I don't like your going out alone, Constance.
Con.Why, Arthur! I used to know every court and alley about Shoreditch better than I know Berkeley Square now!
Ger.But what made you go there?
Con.I went to find a dressmaker who has been working for my aunt, and lost my way. And—would you believe it?—I was actually frightened!
Ger.No wonder! There are rough people about there.
Con.I never used to think them rough when I lived among them with my father and mother. There must be just as good people there as anywhere else. Yet I could not help shuddering at the thought of living there again!—How strange it made me feel! You have been my angel, Arthur. What would have become of me if you hadn't taken me, I dare not think.
Ger.I have had my reward, Constance: you are happy.
Con.Not quite. There's something I want to tell you.
Ger.Tell on, child.
Con.Oh, thank you!—that is how you used to talk to me. (Hesitates.)
Ger.(with foreboding) Well, what is it?
Con.(pulling the fingers of her gloves) A gentleman—you know him—has been—calling upon aunt—and me. We have seen a good deal of him.
Ger.Who is he?
Con.Mr. Waterfield. (Keeps her eyes on the floor.)
Ger.Well?
Con.He says—he—he—he wants me to marry him.—Aunt likes him.
Ger.And you?
Con.I like him too. I don't think I like him enough—I dare say I shall. It issogood of him to take poor me! He isveryrich, they say.
Ger.Have you accepted him?
Con.I am afraid he thinks so.—Ye—e—s.—I hardly know.
Ger.Haven't you—been rather—in a hurry—Constance?
Con.No, indeed! I haven't been in a hurry at all. He has been a long time trying to make me like him. I have been too long a burden to Mrs. Clifford.
Ger.So! it is her doing, then!
Con.You were away, you know.
Ger.(bitterly) Yes; too far—chipping stones and making mud-pies!
Con.I don't know what you mean by that, Arthur.
Ger.Oh—nothing. I mean that—that—Of course if you are engaged to him, then—
Con.I'm afraid I've done very wrong, Arthur. If I had thought you would care!—I knew aunt would be pleased!—she wanted me to have him, I knew.—I ought to do what I can to please her,—ought I not? I have no right to—
Ger.Surely, surely. Yes, yes; I understand. It was not your fault. Only you mustn't marry him, if you—. Thank you for telling me.
Con.I ought to have told you before—before I let him speak to me again. But I didn't think you would care—not much.
Ger.Yes, yes.
Con.(looking up with anxiety) Ah! youarevexed with me, Arthur! I see how wrong it was now. I never saw you look like that. I am very, very sorry. (Bursts into tears.)
Ger.No, no, child! Only it is rather sudden, and I want to think about it. Shall I send William home with you?
Con.No, thank you. I have a cab waiting. You're not angry with your little beggar, Arthur?
Ger.What is there to be angry about, child?
Con.That I—did anything without asking you first.
Ger.Nonsense! You couldn't help it.You're not to blame one bit.
Con.Oh, yes, I am! I ought to have asked you first. But indeed I did not know you would care. Good-bye.—Shall I go at once?
Ger.Good-bye. (ExitCON.,looking back troubled.) Come at last! Oh fool! fool! fool! In love with her at last!—and too late! For three years I haven't seen her—have not once written to her! Since I came back I've seen her just twice,—and now in the very hell of love! The ragged little darling that used to lie coiled up there in that corner! If it were my sister, it would be hard to lose her so! And to such a fellow as that!—not even a gentleman! Howcouldshe take him for one! That does perplex me! Ah, well! I suppose menhaveborne such things before, and men will bear them again! I must work! Nothing but work will save me. (Approaches the Psyche, but turns from it with a look of despair and disgust.) What a fool I have been!—Constance! Constance!—A brute like that to touch one of her fingers! God in heaven! It will drive me mad. (Rushes out, leaving the door open.)
EnterCOL. GERVAISE.
Col. G.Gone again! and without his breakfast! My poor boy! There's something very wrong with you! It's that girl! It must be! But there's conscience in him yet!—It is all my fault. If I had been a father to him, this would never have happened.—If he were to marry the girl now?—Only, who can tell butsheledhimastray? I have known such a thing. (Sits down and buries his face in his hands.)
EnterWATERFIELD.
Wat. Is Mr. Gervaise in?
Col. G.(rising) No, sir.
Wat. Tell him I called, will you? [Exit.]
Col. G.Yes, sir.—Forgot again. Young man;—gentleman or cad?—don't know; think the latter.
EnterTHOMAS.
Th.Han yo heard speyk ov mo chylt yet, sir?
Col. G.(starting up). In the name of God, I know nothing of your child; but bring her here, and I will give you a hundred pounds—in golden sovereigns.
Th.Hea am aw to fot her yere, when I dunnot know wheer hoo be, sir?
Col. G.That's your business. Bring her, and there will be your money.
Th.Dun yo think, sir, o' the gouden suverings i' th' Bank ov England would put a sharper edge on mo oud eighes when they look for mo lass? Eh, mon! Yo dunnot know the heart ov a feyther—ov the feyther ov a lass-barn, sir. Han yo kilt and buried her, and nea be yo sorry for't? I' hoo be dead and gwoan, tell mo, sir, and aw'll goo whoam again, for mo oud lass be main lonesome beout mo, and we'll wait till we goo to her, for hoo winnot coom no moor to us.
Col. G.For anything I know, your daughter is alive and well. Bring her here, I say, and I will make you happy.
Th.Aw shannot want thes or thi silverings either to mak mo happy then, maister. Iv aw hed a houd o' mo lass, it's noan o' yere aw'd be a coomin' wi' her. It's reet streight whoam to her mother we'd be gooin', aw'll be beawn. Nay, nay, mon!—aw'm noan sich a greight foo as yo tak mo for.
Exit.COL. G.follows him. Enter.GER.Sits down before thePsyche, but without looking at her.
Ger.Oh those fingers! They are striking terrible chords on my heart! Iwillconquer it. But Iwilllove her. The spear shall fill its own wound. To draw it out and die, would be no victory. "I'll but lie down and bleed awhile, and then I'll rise and fight again." Brave old Sir Andrew!
EnterCOL. G.
Col. G.I beg your pardon, sir—a young man called while you were out.
Ger.(listlessly). Very well, William.
Col. G.Is there any message, if he calls again, sir? He said he would.
Ger.No. (COL. G.lingers.) You can go.
Col. G.I hope you feel better, sir?
Ger.Quite well.
Col. G.Can I get you anything, sir?
Ger.No, thank you; I want nothing.—Why do you stay?
Col. G.Can't you think of something I can do for you, sir?
Ger.Fetch that red cloth.
Col. G.Yes, sir.
Ger.Throw it over that—
Col. G.This, sir?
Ger.No, no—the clay there. Thank you. (A knock at the door.) See who that is.
Col. G.Are you at home, sir?
Ger.That depends. Not to Mr. Waterfield. Oh, my head! my head! [ExitCOL. G.
EnterCONSTANCE. GER.starts, but keeps his head leaning on hishand.
Con.I forgot to say to you, Arthur,—. But you are ill! What is the matter, dear Arthur?
Ger.(without looking up) Nothing—only a headache.
Con.Do come home with me, and let aunt and me nurse you. Don't be vexed with me any more. I will do whatever you like. I couldn't go home without seeing you again. And now I find you ill!
Ger.Not a bit. I am only dreadfully busy. I must go out of town. I am so busy! I can't stay in it a moment longer. I have so many things to do.
Con.Mayn't I come and see you while you work? I never used to interrupt you. I want so to sit once more in my old place. (Draws a stool towards him.)
Ger.No, no—not—not there! Constance used to sit there. William!
Con.You frighten me, Arthur!
EnterCOL. G.
Ger.Bring a chair, William.
Constance sits down like a chidden child. ExitCOL. G.
Con.I must have offended you more than I thought, Arthur! WhatcanI say? It is so stupid to be always sayingI am sorry.
Ger.No, no. But some one may call.
Con.You mean more than that. Will you not let me understand?
Ger.Your friend Mr. Waterfield called a few minutes ago. He will be here again presently, I dare say.
Con.(indifferently). Indeed!
Ger.I suppose you appointed—expected—to meet him here.
Con.Arthur! Do you think I would come to you to meethim? I saw him this morning; I don't want to see him again. I wish you knew him.
Ger.Why should you want me to know him?
Con.Because you would do him good.
Ger.What good does he want done him?
Con.He has got beautiful things in him—talks well—in bits—arms and feet and faces—never anything like—(turning to the Psyche) Why have you—? Hasshebeen naughty too?
Ger.Is itonlynaughty things that must be put out of sight, Constance?
Con.Dear Arthur! you spoke like your own self then.
Ger.(rising hurriedly). Excuse me. I must go. It is very rude, but—William!
EnterCOL. G.
Col. G.Yes, sir.
Ger.Fetch a hansom directly.
Col. G.Yes, sir.Exit.
Con.You do frighten me, Arthur! I am sure you are ill.
Ger.Not at all. I have an engagement.
Con.I must go then—must I?
Ger.Do not think me unkind?
Con.I will not think anything you would not have me think.
Re-enterCOL. G.
Col. G.The cab is at the door, sir.
Ger.Thank you. Then show Miss Lacordère out. Stay. I will open the door for her myself.ExeuntGER.andCON.
Col. G.He speaks like one in despair, forcing every word! If he should die! Oh, my God!
Re-enterGER.Walks up and down the room.
Col. G.Ain't you going, sir?
Ger.No. I have sent the lady in the cab.
Col. G.Then hadn't you better lie down, sir?
Ger.Lie down! What do you mean? I'm not in the way of lying down except to sleep.
Col. G.And let me go for the doctor, sir?
Ger.The doctor! Ha! ha ha!—You are a soldier, you say?
Col. G.Yes, sir.
Ger.Right. We're all soldiers—or ought to be. I will put you to your catechism. What is a soldier's first duty?
Col. G.Obedience, sir.
[GER.sits down and leans his head on his hands. COL. G.watcheshim.]
Ger.Ah! obedience, is it? Then turn those women out. They will hurt you—may kill you; but you must not mind that. They burn, they blister, and they blast, for as white as they look! The hottest is the white fire. But duty, old soldier!—obedience, you know!—Ha! ha! Oh, my head! my head! I believe I am losing my senses, William. I was in a bad part of the town this morning. I went to see a place I knew long ago. It had gone to hell—but the black edges of it were left. There was a smell—and I can't get it out of me. Oh, William! William! take hold of me. Don't let them come near me. Psyche is laughing at me. I told you to throw the red cloth over her.
Col. G.My poor boy!
Ger.Don't fancy you're my father, though! I wish you were. But I cannot allow that.—Why the devil didn't you throw the red cloth over that butterfly? She's sucking the blood from my heart.
Col. G.You said the Psyche, sir! The red clothisover the Psyche, sir. Look.
Ger.Yes. Yes. I beg your pardon. Take it off. It is too red. It will scorch her wings. It burns my brain. Take it off, I say! (COL. G.uncovers the Psyche.) There! I told you! She's laughing at me! Ungrateful child!I'm not her Cupid. Cover her up. Not the red cloth again. It's too hot, I say. I won't tortureher. I am a man and I can bear it. She's a woman and she shan't bear it.
Sinks back in his chair. COL. G.lays him on the dais, and sits down beside him.
Col. G.His heart's all right! And when a fellow's miserable over his faults, there must be some way out of them.—But the consequences?—Ah! there's the rub.
Ger.What's the matter? Where am I?
Col. G.I must fetch a doctor, sir. You've been in a faint.
Ger.Why couldn't I keep in it? It was very nice: you know nothing—and that's the nicest thing of all. Why is it we can't stop, William?
Col. G.I don't understand you, sir.
Ger.Stop living, I mean. It's no use killing yourself, for you don't stop then. At least they say you go on living all the same. If I thought it did mean stopping, William—
Col. C.Do come to your room, sir.
Ger.I won't. I'll stop here. How hot it is! Don't let anybody in.
Stretches out his hand. COL. G.holds it. He falls asleep.
Col. G.WhatshallI do? If he married her, he'd be miserable, and make her miserable too. I'll take her away somewhere. I'll be a father to her; I'll tend her as if she were his widow. But what confusions would follow! Alas! alas! one crime is the mother of a thousand miseries! And now he's in for a fever—typhus, perhaps!—Imustfind this girl!—What a sweet creature that Miss Lacordère is! If only he might haveher! I don't care what she was.
Ger.Don't let them near me, William! They will drive me mad. They think I shall love them. Iwillnot. If she comes one step nearer, I shall strike her. You Diana! Hecate! Hell-cat!—Fire-hearted Chaos is burning me to ashes! My brain is a cinder! Some water, William!
Col. G.Here it is, sir.
Ger.But just look to Psyche there. Ah, she's off! There she goes! melting away in the blue, like a dissolving vapour. Bring me my field-glass, William. I may catch a glimpse of her yet. Make haste.
Col. G.Pray don't talk so, sir. Do be quiet, or you will make yourself very ill. Think what will become of me if—
Ger.What worse wouldyoube, William? You are a soldier. I must talk. You are all wrong about it: it keeps me quiet (holding his head with both hands). I should go raving mad else (wildly). Give me some water. (He drinks eagerly, then looks slowly round the room.) Now theyaregone, and I do believe they won't come again! I see everything—and your face, William. You are very good to me—very patient! I should die if it weren't for you.
Col. G.I would die for you, sir.
Ger.Would you? But perhaps you don't care much for your life. Anybody might havemylife for the asking. I dare say it's just as good to be dead.—Ah! there is a toad—a toad with a tail! No; it's a toad with a slow-worm after him. Take them away, William!—Thank you.—I used to think life pleasant, but now—somehow there's nothing in it. She told me the truth about it—Constance did. Don't let those women come back. What if Ishouldlove them, William!—love and hate them both at once! William! William! (A knock at the door.) See who that is. Mind you don't letthemin.
Col. G.Martha is there, sir.
Ger.She's but an old woman; she can't keep them out. They would walk over her. All the goddesses have such long legs! You go and look. You'll easily know them: if they've got no irises to their eyes, don't let them in, for the love of God, William! Real women have irises to their eyes: those have none—those frightful snowy beauties.—And yet snow is very nice! And I'm so hot!Therethey come again!ExitCOL. G.
EnterMRS. CLIFFORD.
Ger.Aunt! aunt! help me! There they come!
Mrs. C.What is it, my Arthur? They shan't hurt you. I am here. I will take care of you.
Ger.Yes, yes, you will! I am not a bit afraid of them now. Do you know them, aunt? I'll tell you a secret: they are Juno and Diana and Venus.—They hate sculptors. But I never wronged them. Three white women—only, between their fingers and behind their knees they are purple—and inside their lips, when they smile—and in the hollows of their eyes—ugh! They want me to love them; and they say you are all—all of you women—no better than they are. Iknowthat is a lie; for they have no eyelids and no irises to their eyes.
Mrs. C.Dear boy, they shan't come near you. Shall I sing to you, and drive them away?
Ger.No, don't. I can't bear birds in my brain.
Mrs. C.How long have you had this headache? (laying her hand on his forehead.)
Ger.Only a year or two—since the white woman came—that woman (pointing to the Psyche). She's been buried for ages, and won't grow brown.
Mrs. C.There's no woman there, Arthur.
Ger.Of course not. It was an old story that bothered me. Oh, my head! my head!—There's my father standing behind the door and won't come in!—Hecould help me now, if he would. William! show my father in. But he isn't in the story—so he can't.
Mrs. C.Do try to keep yourself quiet, Arthur. The doctor will be here in a few minutes.
Ger.He shan't come here! He would put the white woman out. She does smell earthy, but I won't part with her. (A knock.) What a devil of a noise! Why don't they use the knocker? What's the use of taking a sledge-hammer?
Mrs. C.It's that stupid James!
EnterCONSTANCE. MRS. C.goes to meet her.
Mrs. C.Constance, you go and hurry the doctor. I will stay with Arthur.
Con.Is heveryill, aunt?
Mrs. C.I'm afraid he is.
Ger.(sitting up). Constance! Constance!
Con.Here I am! (running to him).
Ger.Oh, my head! I wish I could find somewhere to lay it!—Sit by me, Constance, and let me lay my head on your shoulder—for one minute—only one minute. It aches so! (She sits down by him. His head sinks on her shoulder. MRS. C.looks annoyed, and exit.)
Con.Thank you, thank you, dear Arthur! (sobbing). You used to like me! I could not believe you hated me now. Youhaveforgiven me? Dear head!
He closes his eyes. Slow plaintive music.
Ger.(half waking). I can't read. When I get to the bottom of the page, I wonder what it was all about. I shall never get to Garibaldi! and if I don't, I shall never get farther. If I could but keep that one line away! It drives me mad, mad. "He took her by the lily-white hand."—I could strangle myself for thinking of such things, but theywillcome!—Iwon'tgo mad. I should never get to Garibaldi, and never be rid of this red-hot ploughshare ploughing up my heart. I willnotgo mad! I will die like a man.
Con.Arthur! Arthur!
Ger.God in heaven! she is there! And the others are behind her!—Psyche! Psyche! Don't speak to those women! Come alone, and I will tear my heart out and give it you.—It is Psyche herself now, and the rest are gone! Psyche—listen.
Con.It's only me, Arthur! your own little Constance! If aunt would but let me stay and nurse you! But I don't know what's come to her: she's not like herself at all.
Ger.Who's that behind you?
Con.Behind me? (looking round). There's nobody behind me.
Ger.I thought there was somebody behind you. William!—What can have become of William?
Con.I dare say aunt has sent him somewhere.
Ger.Then he's gone! he's gone!
Con.You're not afraid of being left alone with me, Arthur?
Ger.Oh no! of course not?—What can have become of William? Don't you know they sent him—not those women, but the dead people—to look after me? He's a good fellow. He said he would die for me. Ha! ha! ha! Not much in that—is there?
Con.Don't laugh so, dear Arthur.
Ger.Well, I won't. I have something to tell you, Constance. I will try to keep my senses till I've told you.
Con.Do tell me. I hope I haven't done anything more to vex you. Indeed I am sorry. I won't speak to that man again, if you like. I would rather not—if you wish it.
Ger.What right have I to dictate to you, my child?
Con.Every right. I am yours. I belong to you. Nobody owned me when you took me.
Ger.Don't talk like that; you will drive me mad.
Con.Arthur! Arthur!
Ger.Listen to me, Constance. I am going to Garibaldi. He wants soldiers. I must not live an idle life any longer.—We must part, Constance.—Good-bye, my darling!
Con.No, no; not yet; we'll talk about it by-and-by. You see I shall have ever so many things to make for you before you can go! (smiling).
Ger.Garibaldi can't wait, Constance—andIcan't wait. I shall die if I stop here.
Con.Oh, Arthur, you are in some trouble, and you won't tell me what it is, so I can't help you!
Ger.I shall be killed, I know. I mean to be. Will you think of me sometimes? Give me one kiss. I may have a last kiss.
Con.(weeping.) My heart will break if you talk like that, Arthur. I will do anything you please. There's something wrong, dreadfully wrong! And it must be my fault!—Oh! there's that man! (starting up.) He shallnotcome here.
[Runs to the house-door, and stands listening, with her hand onthe key.]
END OF ACT I.
SCENE.—A street in Mayfair. MRS. CLIFFORD'Shouse. A pastrycook's shop. Boys looking in at the window.
Bill.I say, Jim, ain't it a lot o' grub? If I wos a pig now,—
Jack.I likes to hear Bill a supposin' of hisself. Go it, Bill!—There ain't nothinkhecan't suppose hisself, Jim.—Bein' as you ain't a pig. Bill, you've got yer own trotters, an' yer own tater-trap.
Bill.Vereupon blue Bobby eccosts me with the remark, "I wants you, Bill;" and seein' me too parerlyzed to bolt, he pops me in that 'ere jug vithout e'er a handle.
Jack.Mother kep' a pig once.
Jim.What was he like, Jack?
Jack.As like any other pig as ever he could look; accep' that where other pigs is black he wor white, an' where other pigs is white he wor black.
Jim.Did you have the milk in your tea, Jack?
Jack.Pigs ain't got no milk, Jim, you stupe!
Bill.Pigshasmilk, Jack, only they don't give it to coves.—I wish I wos the Lord Mayor!
Jack.Go it again, Bill. He ought ha' been a beak, Bill ought. What 'ud you do, Bill, supposin' as how you wos the Lord Mayor?
Bill.I'd take all the beaks, an' all the peelers, an' put their own bracelets on 'em, an' feed 'em once a day on scraps o' wittles to bring out the hunger: a cove can't be hungry upon nuffin at all.
Jim.He gets what mother calls the squeamishes.
Jack.Well, Bill?
Bill.Well, the worry moment their bellies was as long an' as loose as a o'-clo'-bag of a winter's mornin', I'd bring 'em all up to this 'ere winder, five or six at a time—with the darbies on, mind ye—
Jim.And I'm to be there to see, Bill—ain't I?
Bill.If you're good, Jim, an' don't forget yer prayers.
Jack.My eye! it's as good as a penny gaff! Go it, Bill.
Bill.Then I up an' addresses 'em: "My Lords an' Gen'lemen, 'cos as how ye're all good boys, an' goes to church, an' don't eattoomany wittles, an' don't take off your bracelets when you goes to bed, you shall obswerve me eat."
Jim.Go it, Bill! I likes you, Bill.
Bill.No, Jim; I must close. The imagination is a 'ungry gift, as the cock said when he bolted the pebbles. Let's sojourn the meetin'.
Jack. Yes; come along. 'Tain't a comfable corner this yere: the wind cuts round uncommon sharp. Them pies ain't good—leastways not to look at.
Bill. They ain't disgestible. But look ye here, Jack and Jim—hearkee, my kids. (Puts an arm round the neck of each, and whispers first to one and then to the other.)