Four Short Plays. Galsworthy John

Yes, Bertie.

      THE RECTOR. Dear me! But – er – what – er – How?

      THE SQUIRE. [Deeply-to himself] The whole thing's damn delicate.

      [The door right is opened and a MAID appears. She is a determined-looking female. They face her in silence.]

      THE RECTOR. Er – er – your master is not in?

      THE MAID. No. 'E's gone up to London.

      THE RECTOR. Er – Mr Challenger, I think?

      THE MAID. Yes.

      THE RECTOR. Yes! Er – quite so

      THE MAID. [Eyeing them] D'you want – Mrs Challenger?

      THE RECTOR. Ah! Not precisely —

      THE SQUIRE. [To him in a low, determined voice] Go on.

      THE RECTOR. [Desperately] I asked because there was a – a – Mr. Challenger I used to know in the 'nineties, and I thought – you wouldn't happen to know how long they've been married? My friend marr —

      THE MAID. Three weeks.

      THE RECTOR. Quite so – quite so! I shall hope it will turn out to be – Er – thank you – Ha!

      LADY ELLA. Our dog has been fighting with the Rector's, and Mrs Challenger rescued him; she's bathing his ear. We're waiting to thank her. You needn't —

      THE MAID. [Eyeing them] No.

      [She turns and goes out.]

      THE SQUIRE. Phew! What a gorgon! I say, Rector, did you really know a Challenger in the 'nineties?

      THE RECTOR. [Wiping his brow] No.

      THE SQUIRE. Ha! Jolly good!

      LADY ELLA. Well, you see! – it's all right.

      THE RECTOR. Yes, indeed. A great relief!

      LADY ELLA. [Moving to the door] I must go in now.

      THE SQUIRE. Hold on! You goin' to ask 'em to – to – anything?

      LADY ELLA. Yes.

      MAUD. I shouldn't.

      LADY ELLA. Why not? We all like the look of her.

      THE RECTOR. I think we should punish ourselves for entertaining that uncharitable thought.

      LADY ELLA. Yes. It's horrible not having the courage to take people as they are.

      THE SQUIRE. As they are? H'm! How can you till you know?

      LADY ELLA. Trust our instincts, of course.

      THE SQUIRE. And supposing she'd turned out not married – eh!

      LADY ELLA! She'd still be herself, wouldn't she?

      MAUD. Ella!

      THE SQUIRE. H'm! Don't know about that.

      LADY ELLA. Of course she would, Tommy.

      THE RECTOR. [His hand stealing to his waist] Well! It's a great weight off my – !

      LADY ELLA. There's the poor darling snuffling. I must go in.

      [She knocks on the door. It is opened, and EDWARD comes out briskly, with a neat little white pointed ear-cap on one ear.]

      LADY ELLA. Precious!

      [SHE HERSELF Comes out, now properly dressed in flax-blue linen.]

      LADY ELLA. How perfectly sweet of you to make him that!

      SHE. He's such a dear. And the other poor dog?

      MAUD. Quite safe, thanks to your strop.

      [HANNIBAL appears at the window, with the broken strop dangling. Following her gaze, they turn and see him.]

      MAUD. Oh! There, he's broken it. Bertie!

      SHE. Let me! [She seizes HANNIBAL.]

      THE SQUIRE. We're really most tremendously obliged to you. Afraid we've been an awful nuisance.

      SHE. Not a bit. I love dogs.

      THE SQUIRE. Hope to make the acquaintance of Mr – of your husband.

      LADY ELLA. [To EDWARD, who is straining]

      [Gently, darling! Tommy, take him.] [THE SQUIRE does so.]

      MAUD. [Approaching HANNIBAL.] Is he behaving?

      [She stops short, and her face suddenly shoots forward at HER hands that are holding HANNIBAL'S neck.]

      SHE. Oh! yes – he's a love.

      MAUD. [Regaining her upright position, and pursing her lips; in a peculiar voice] Bertie, take Hannibal.

      THE RECTOR takes him.

      LADY ELLA. [Producing a card] I can't be too grateful for all you've done for my poor darling. This is where we live. Do come – and see —

      [MAUD, whose eyes have never left those hands, tweaks LADY ELLA's dress.]

      LADY ELLA. That is – I'm – I —

      [HERSELF looks at LADY ELLA in surprise.]

      THE SQUIRE. I don't know if your husband shoots, but if —

      [MAUD, catching his eye, taps the third finger of her left hand.]

      – er – he – does – er – er —

      [HERSELF looks at THE SQUIRE surprised.]

      MAUD. [Turning to her husband, repeats the gesture with the low and simple word] Look!

      THE RECTOR. [With round eyes, severely] Hannibal! [He lifts him bodily and carries him away.]

      MAUD. Don't squeeze him, Bertie!

      [She follows through the French window.]

      THE SQUIRE. [Abruptly – of the unoffending EDWARD] That dog'll be forgettin' himself in a minute.

      [He picks up EDWARD and takes him out.] [LADY ELLA is left staring.]

      LADY ELLA. [At last] You mustn't think, I – You mustn't think, we – Oh! I must just see they – don't let Edward get at Hannibal.