ACT III

The scene isFlorence’sbedroom the same night. About two hours have elapsed. When the curtain risesFlorenceis lying face downwards on the bed; she is dressed in a very beautiful but slightly exotic négligé.

Helenis standing by the window, fully dressed; she is holding the curtain aside, and a bar of moonlight comes in to mingle with the amber of the dressing-table lights.Florenceis obviously extremely hysterical.

Helen

Florence, whatisthe use of going on like that?

Florence

I wish I were dead!

Helen

It’s so cowardly to give way utterly—as you’re doing.

Florence

I don’t care—I don’t care!

Helen

If you don’t face things in this world, they only hit you much harder in the end.

Florence

He loved me—he adored me!

Helen

Never! He hadn’t got it in him.

Florence

After all I’ve done for him, to go to—to Bunty!

Helen

[Leaving the window]

If it hadn’t been Bunty it would have been some one else—don’t you see how inevitable it was?

Florence

How dared they!—Here!—In this house!

Helen

That’s a little thing; it doesn’t matter at all.

Florence

It does—it does——

Helen

Florence, sit up and pull yourself together.

Florence

[Sitting up slowly]

I think I’m going mad.

Helen

Not a bit of it; you’re just thoroughly hysterical.

Florence

Give me some water.

[Helengoes to the bathroom and returns with a glass of water.]

[Helengoes to the bathroom and returns with a glass of water.]

Florence

[Taking it]

What time is it?

Helen

[Looking at her watch]

Ten past one.

Florence

Don’t go to London by the early train, Helen; stay and come up with me in the car.

Helen

Very well.

Florence

Thank God, you were here!

Helen

I wish I’d known what was happening; I might have done something.

Florence

What can I do to get him back?

Helen

Don’t be silly.

Florence

What can I do—what can I do?——

Helen

Do you mean to say you’dtakehim back after to-night?

Florence

No, never. Not if he crawled to me—never——

Helen

Well, then, make up your mind definitely never to see him again whatever happens.

Florence

Yes—I will.

Helen

Why don’t you go to bed now?

Florence

I couldn’t sleep.

Helen

Put it all out of your mind—make an effort.

Florence

I can’t—I’m too unhappy.

Helen

Think of Nicky.

Florence

Nicky’s young.

Helen

That doesn’t make it any better for him.

Florence

He’ll get over it in the long run.

Helen

The long run never counts at the moment.

Florence

He wasn’t in love—really?

Helen

As much as either you or he are capable of it.

Florence

He’s well rid of her. She’d never have appreciated him properly—she hasn’t the intelligence.

Helen

I don’t agree with you there—she’s got intelligence right enough.

Florence

Treacherous little beast!

Helen

Yes, but far-seeing.

Florence

Are you standing up for her? Do you think it wasrightof her to get Tom away from me?

Helen

Yes, quite right.

Florence

Helen!

Helen

To do her justice, she didn’t deliberately set herself out to get him away from you at all. She discovered that in spite of the somewhat decadent years Tom was still her type, and likely to remain so. Sowith common sense she decided to shelve Nicky forthwith and go for him.

Florence

Her type indeed!

Helen

Yes, she’d have been quite a nice girl really if she’d been left alone and not allowed to go to Paris and get into the wrong set.

Florence

You are extraordinary, Helen. Do you realize that you’re making excuses for the girl who’s betrayed your best friend?

Helen

Don’t be so utterly absurd. I’m not making excuses, and, anyhow, she hasn’t betrayed you. She hardly knows you, in the first place, and she’s just followed her instincts regardless of anyone else’s feelings—as you’ve done thousands of times.

Florence

Helen—you’re being horrible to me!

Helen

I’m not, I’m trying to make you see! You’re battering your head against silly cast-iron delusions, and I want to dislodge them.

Florence

Helen, I’m so unhappy—so desperately unhappy.

Helen

Yes, but not because you’ve lost Tom; it’s something far deeper than that.

Florence

What then?

Helen

You’re on the wrong tack, and have been for years.

Florence

I don’t understand.

Helen

Youwon’tunderstand!

[Florencegets off the bed and goes over to the dressing-table. She sits and stares at herself in the glass for a moment without speaking.]

[Florencegets off the bed and goes over to the dressing-table. She sits and stares at herself in the glass for a moment without speaking.]

Florence

My eyes are sore. [She powders her face and sprays a little scent on her hair.] It’s so lovely this—and so refreshing.

Helen

I think I’ll go to bed now.

Florence

No, wait a little longer with me—please, Helen—just a few minutes.

Helen

It’s so hot in here.

Florence

Open the window then.

Helen

All right.

[She goes to the window and opens it.Florencetakes a cigarette out of a box and then shakes a scent-bottle and rubs the cigarette lightly with the stopper.]

[She goes to the window and opens it.Florencetakes a cigarette out of a box and then shakes a scent-bottle and rubs the cigarette lightly with the stopper.]

Florence

Do you ever do this? It’s divine.

Helen

What a wonderfully clear night. You can see the hills right across the valley—the moon’s quite strong.

[Florencegoes to the window and stands next toHelen,looking out—she is puffing her cigarette.]

[Florencegoes to the window and stands next toHelen,looking out—she is puffing her cigarette.]

Florence

I chose this room in the first place because the view was so lovely.

Helen

Do you ever look at it?

Florence

[Listlessly]

Of course I do, often!

Helen

It’s been raining. I wish you’d throw away that cigarette—it spoils the freshness.

Florence

[Turning away]

It’s soothing me—calming my nerves.

Helen

I do wish I could help you—really!

Florence

You are helping me, darling—you’re being an angel.

Helen

[Suddenly angry]

Don’t talk so emptily, Florence; I’m worth more than that.

Florence

I don’t know what you mean.

Helen

It sickens me to see you getting back so soon.

Florence

Getting back?

Helen

Yes, to your usual worthless attitude of mind.

Florence

Helen!

Helen

A little while ago you were really suffering for once, and in a way I was glad because it showed you were capable of a genuine emotion. Now you’re glossing it over—swarming it down with your returning vanity; soon you won’t be unhappy any more—just vindictive.

Florence

Don’t go on at me like that—I’m too wretched.

Helen

[Going to her]

Florence dear, forgive me, but it’s true—and I don’t want it to be.

[The door opens andNickyenters. He is in dressing-gown and pyjamas. His face looks strained and white.]

[The door opens andNickyenters. He is in dressing-gown and pyjamas. His face looks strained and white.]

Florence

Nicky!

Nicky

Helen, I want to talk to mother, please.

Helen

All right, Nicky.

Florence

What is it?

Nicky

I couldn’t sleep.

Helen

Florence dear—good night.

Florence

No—no, Helen—don’t go yet——

Helen

I must.

Florence

Helen—stay with me.

Nicky

Please go.

Helen

I can’t stay, Florence—it’s quite impossible.

[She goes out.]

[She goes out.]

Florence

I don’t know what you mean—by coming here and ordering Helen out of my room.

Nicky

I’m sorry, mother. I felt I had to talk to you alone.

Florence

At this hour of the night? You’re mad!

Nicky

No, I’m not; I think I’m probably more unhappy than I’ve ever been in my life.

Florence

You’re young—you’ll get over it.

Nicky

I hope so.

Florence

I knew the first moment I saw her—what sort of a girl she was.

Nicky

Oh, mother!

Florence

It’s true. I had aninstinctabout her.

Nicky

It’s all been rather a shock, you know——

Florence

[Becoming motherly]

Yes, dear—I know—I know—but you mustn’t be miserable about her; she isn’t worth it. [She goes to kiss him.]

Nicky

[Gently pushing her away]

Don’t, mother!

Florence

Listen, Nicky. Go back to bed now—there’s a dear; my head’s splitting.

Nicky

I can’t yet.

Florence

Take some aspirin; that’ll calm your nerves.

Nicky

I’m afraid I’m a little beyond aspirin.

Florence

I don’t want you to think I don’t sympathize with you, darling—my heartachesfor you—I know so well what you’re going through.

Nicky

Do you?

Florence

It’s agony—absolute agony—but, you see—it will wear off—it always does in time. [Nickydoesn’t answer.] Nicky, please go now!

Nicky

I want to talk to you.

Florence

To-morrow—we’ll talk to-morrow.

Nicky

No, now—now!

Florence

You’re inconsiderate and cruel—I’ve told you my head’s bursting.

Nicky

I want to sympathize with you, too—and try to understand everything—as well as I can——

Florence

Understand everything?

Nicky

Yes, please.

Florence

I don’t know what you mean——

Nicky

Will you tell me things—as though I were somebody quite different?

Florence

What kind of things?

Nicky

Things about you—your life.

Florence

Really, Nicky—you’re ridiculous—asking me to tell you stories at this hour!

Nicky

[With dead vehemence]

Mother—sit down quietly. I’m not going out of this room until I’ve got everything straight in my mind.

Florence

[Sinking down—almost hypnotized]

Nicky—please—I——

Nicky

Tom Veryan has been your lover, hasn’t he?

Florence

[Almost shrieking]

Nicky—how dare you!

Nicky

Keep calm—it’s our only chance—keep calm.

Florence

[Bursting into tears]

How dare you speak to me like that—suggest such a thing! I——

Nicky

It’s true, isn’t it?

Florence

Go away—go away!

Nicky

It’s true, isn’t it?

Florence

No—no!

Nicky

It’s true, isn’t it?

Florence

No—I tell you—no—no—no!

Nicky

You’re lying to me, mother. What’s the use of that?

Florence

You’re mad—mad——

Nicky

Does father know?

Florence

Go away!

Nicky

Does father know?

Florence

Your father knows nothing—he doesn’t understand me any more than you do.

Nicky

Then it’s between us alone.

Florence

I tell you I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Nicky

Mother—don’t go on like that; it’s useless. We’ve arrived at a crisis; wherever we go—whatever we do we can’t escape from it. I know we’re neither of us very strong-minded or capable, and we haven’t much hope of coming through successfully—but let’s try. It’s no good pretending any more—our lives are built up of pretenses all the time. For years—ever since I began to think at all, I’ve been bolstering up my illusions about you. People have made remarks, not realizing that I was your son, and I’ve pretended that they were inspired by cattiness and jealousy. I’ve noticed things—trivial incriminating little incidents, and I’ve brushed them aside and not thought any more about them because you were my mother—clever and beautiful and successful—and naturally peoplewouldslander youbecauseyouwere so beautiful—and now Iknow—they were right!

Florence

Nicky—I implore you—go away now—leave me alone.

Nicky

No, I can’t.

Florence

You’re cruel—cruel to torment me——

Nicky

I don’t want to be cruel——

Florence

Go to bed then, and we’ll talk everything over quietly another time.

Nicky

It is true about Tom Veryan, isn’t it?

Florence

No. No——

Nicky

We’re on awfully dangerous ground. I’m straining every nerve to keep myself under control. Ifyou lie to me and try to evade me any more—I won’t be answerable for what might happen.

Florence

[Dropping her voice—terrified]

What do you mean?

Nicky

I don’t know—I’m frightened.

Florence

Nicky—darling Nicky—I——

[She approaches him.]

[She approaches him.]

Nicky

Don’t touch me, please.

Florence

Have a little pity for me.

Nicky

Was Tom Veryan your lover?

Florence

[In a whisper]

Yes.

Nicky

I want to understand why——

Florence

He loved me.

Nicky

But you—did you love him?

Florence

Yes.

Nicky

It was something you couldn’t help, wasn’t it—something that’s always been the same in you since you were quite, quite young?——

Florence

Yes, Nicky—yes——

Nicky

And there have been others, too, haven’t there?

Florence

[With her face in her hands]

I won’t be cross-questioned any more—I won’t—I won’t——

Nicky

I wish you’d understand I’m not blaming you—I’m trying to help you—to help us both——

Florence

What good can all this possibly do?

Nicky

Clear things up, of course. I can’t go on any more half knowing——

Florence

Why should that side of my life be any concern of yours?

Nicky

But, mother!

Florence

I’m different from other women—completely different—and you expect me to be the same. Why can’t you realize that with a temperament like mine it’s impossible to live an ordinary humdrum life. You’re not a boy any longer—you’re a man—and——

Nicky

I’m nothing—I’ve grown up all wrong.

Florence

It’s not my fault.

Nicky

Of course it’s your fault, mother—who else’s faultcouldit be?

Florence

Your friends—the people you mix with——

Nicky

It wouldn’t matterwhoI mixed with if only I had a background.

Florence

You’ve got as much money as you want—you’ve got your home——

Nicky

[Bitterly]

Home! That’s almost funny—there’s no peace anywhere—nothing but the ceaseless din of trying to be amused——

Florence

David never complains.

Nicky

I don’t suppose you’ve looked at father during the last few years—or you wouldn’t say that.

Florence

He’s perfectly happy because he’s sensible—he lives his own life and doesn’t try to interfere with mine.

Nicky

It must be your vanity that makes you so dreadfully blind—and foolish.

Florence

Understand once and for all, Iwon’tbe spoken to like this——

Nicky

You’ve had other lovers besides Tom Veryan—haven’t you?

Florence

Yes, I have—I have. Now then!

Nicky

Well, anyhow—that’s the truth—at last——

[He rises, turns his back on her and stands looking out of the window.]

[He rises, turns his back on her and stands looking out of the window.]

Florence

[After a pause—going to him]

Nicky—don’t be angry—please don’t be angry with me.

Nicky

I’m not angry a bit. I realize that I’m living in a world where things like this happen—and they’ve got to be faced and given the right value. If only I’d had the courage to realize everything before—it wouldn’t be so bad now. It’s the sudden shock that’s thrown the whole thing out of focus for me—but I mean to get it right. Please help me!

Florence

[Dully]

I don’t know what to do.

Nicky

It’s your life, and you’ve lived it as you’ve wanted to live it—that’s fair——

Florence

Yes—yes.

Nicky

You’ve wanted love always—passionate love, because you were made like that. It’s not your fault—it’s the fault of circumstances and civilization; civilization makes rottenness so much easier. We’re utterly rotten—both of us——

Florence

Nicky—don’t—don’t——

Nicky

How can we help ourselves? We swirl about in a vortex of beastliness. This is a chance—don’t you see—to realize the truth—our only chance.

Florence

Oh, Nicky, do stop—go away!

Nicky

Don’t keep on telling me to stop when our only hope is to hammer it out.

Florence

You’re overwrought. It isn’t as bad as you think.

Nicky

Isn’t it?

Florence

No, no. Of course it isn’t. To-morrow morning you’ll see things quite differently.

Nicky

You haven’t understood.

Florence

Yes, I have—I have.

Nicky

You haven’t understood. Oh, my God, you haven’t understood! You’re building up silly defenses in your mind. I’m overwrought. To-morrow morning I shall see things quite differently. That’s true—that’s the tragedy of it, and you won’t see. To-morrow morning Ishallsee things quite differently. All this will seem unreal—a nightmare—the machinery of our lives will go on again and gloss over the truth as it always does—and our chance will be gone forever.

Florence

Chance—chance? What are you talking about—what chance?

Nicky

I must make you see, somehow.

Florence

You’re driving me mad.

Nicky

Have patience with me—please—please——

Florence

[Wildly]

How can I have patience with you? You exaggerate everything.

Nicky

No I don’t—I wish I did.

Florence

Listen—let me explain something to you.

Nicky

Very well—go on.

Florence

You’re setting yourself up in judgment on me—your own mother.

Nicky

No, I’m not.

Florence

You are—you are. Let me speak. You don’t understand my temperament in the least—nobody does—I——

Nicky

You’re deceiving yourself—your temperament’s no different from thousands of other women, but you’ve been weak and selfish and given way all along the line——

Florence

Let me speak, I tell you!——

Nicky

What’s the use? You’re still pretending—you’re building up barriers between us instead of helping me to break them down.

Florence

What are you accusing me of having done?

Nicky

Can’t you see yet?

Florence

No, I can’t. If you’re preaching morality, you’ve no right to. That’s my affair—I’ve never done any harm to anyone.

Nicky

Look at me.

Florence

Why—what do you mean?

Nicky

You’ve given menothingall my life—nothing that counts.

Florence

Now you’re pitying yourself.

Nicky

Yes, with every reason.

Florence

You’re neurotic and ridiculous. Just because Bunty broke off your engagement you come and say wicked, cruel things to me——

Nicky

You forget what I’ve seen to-night, mother.

Florence

I don’t care what you’ve seen.

Nicky

I’ve seen you make a vulgar, disgusting scene in your own house, and on top of that humiliate yourself before a boy half your age. The misery of losing Bunty faded away when that happened—everything is comparative, after all.

Florence

I didn’t humiliate myself——

Nicky

You ran after him up the stairs because your vanity wouldn’t let you lose him. It isn’t that you love him—that would be easier—you never love anyone,you only love them loving you—all your so-called passion and temperament is false—your whole existence had degenerated into an endless empty craving for admiration and flattery—and then you say you’ve done no harm to anybody. Father used to be a clever man, with a strong will and a capacity for enjoying everything—I can remember him like that—and now he’s nothing—a complete nonentity because his spirit’s crushed. How could it be otherwise? You’ve let him down consistently for years—and God knows I’m nothing for him to look forward to—but I might have been if it hadn’t been for you——

Florence

Don’t talk like that. Don’t—don’t. It can’t be such a crime being loved—it can’t be such a crime being happy——

Nicky

You’re not happy—you’re never happy—you’re fighting—fighting all the time to keep your youth and your looks—because you can’t bear the thought of living without them—as though they mattered in the end.

Florence

[Hysterically]

What does anything matter—ever?

Nicky

That’s what I’m trying to find out.

Florence

I’m still young inside—I’m still beautiful. Why shouldn’t I live my life as I choose?

Nicky

You’re not young or beautiful; I’m seeing for the first time how old you are. It’s horrible—your silly fair hair—and your face all plastered and painted——

Florence

Nicky—Nicky—stop—stop—stop!


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