Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

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Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,432 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works.
The curtain rises on the Barthwick’s dining-room, large, modern, and well furnished; the window curtains drawn.  Electric light is burning.  On the large round dining-table is set out a tray with whisky, a syphon, and a silver cigarette-box.  It is past midnight.
A fumbling is heard outside the door.  It is opened suddenly; jack Barthwick seems to fall into the room.  He stands holding by the door knob, staring before him, with a beatific smile.  He is in evening dress and opera hat, and carries in his hand a sky-blue velvet lady’s reticule.  His boyish face is freshly coloured and clean-shaven.  An overcoat is hanging on his arm.

Jack.  Hello!  I’ve got home all ri——­[Defiantly.] Who says I sh’d never ‘ve opened th’ door without ’sistance. [He staggers in, fumbling with the reticule.  A lady’s handkerchief and purse of crimson silk fall out.] Serve her joll’ well right—­everything droppin’ out.  Th’ cat.  I ’ve scored her off—­I ’ve got her bag. [He swings the reticule.] Serves her joly’ well right. [He takes a cigarette out of the silver box and puts it in his mouth.] Never gave tha’ fellow anything! [He hunts through all his pockets and pulls a shilling out; it drops and rolls away.  He looks for it.] Beastly shilling! [He looks again.] Base ingratitude!  Absolutely nothing. [He laughs.] Mus’ tell him I’ve got absolutely nothing.

[He lurches through the door and down a corridor, and presently returns, followed by Jones, who is advanced in liquor.  Jones, about thirty years of age, has hollow cheeks, black circles round his eyes, and rusty clothes:  He looks as though he might be unemployed, and enters in a hang-dog manner.]

Jack.  Sh! sh! sh!  Don’t you make a noise, whatever you do.  Shu’ the door, an’ have a drink. [Very solemnly.] You helped me to open the door—­I ’ve got nothin, for you.  This is my house.  My father’s name’s Barthwick; he’s Member of Parliament—­Liberal Member of Parliament:  I’ve told you that before.  Have a drink! [He pours out whisky and drinks it up.] I’m not drunk [Subsiding on a sofa.] Tha’s all right.  Wha’s your name?  My name’s Barthwick, so’s my father’s; I’m a Liberal too—­wha’re you?

Jones. [In a thick, sardonic voice.] I’m a bloomin’ Conservative.  My name’s Jones!  My wife works ’ere; she’s the char; she works ’ere.

Jack.  Jones? [He laughs.] There’s ’nother Jones at College with me.  I’m not a Socialist myself; I’m a Liberal—­there’s ve—­lill difference, because of the principles of the Lib—­Liberal Party.  We’re all equal before the law—­tha’s rot, tha’s silly. [Laughs.] Wha’ was I about to say?  Give me some whisky.

     [Jones gives him the whisky he desires, together with a squirt
     of syphon.]

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