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.
CHLOE’s boudoir at half-past seven the same evening.  A pretty room.  No pictures on the walls, but two mirrors.  A screen and a luxurious couch an the fireplace side, stage Left.  A door rather Right of Centre Back; opening inwards.  A French window, Right forward:  A writing table, Right Back.  Electric light burning.
Chloe, in a tea-gown, is standing by the forward end of the sofa, very still, and very pale.  Her lips are parted, and her large eyes stare straight before them as if seeing ghosts:  The door is opened noiselessly and a woman’s face is seen.  It peers at Chloe, vanishes, and the door is closed.  Chloe raises her hands, covers her eyes with them, drops them with a quick gesture, and looks round her.  A knock.  With a swift movement she slides on to the sofa, and lies prostrate, with eyes closed.

Chloe. [Feebly] Come in!

     [Her Maid enters; a trim, contained figure of uncertain years,
     in a black dress, with the face which was peering in.]

Yes, Anna?

Anna.  Aren’t you going in to dinner, ma’am?

Chloe. [With closed eyes] No.

Anna.  Will you take anything here, ma’am?

Chloe.  I’d like a biscuit and a glass of champagne.

     [The maid, who is standing between sofa and door, smiles. 
     Chloe, with a swift look, catches the smile.]

Why do you smile?

Anna.  Was I, ma’am?

Chloe.  You know you were. [Fiercely] Are you paid to smile at me?

Anna. [Immovable] No, ma’am, Would you like some eau de Cologne on your forehead?

Chloe.  Yes.—­No.—­What’s the good? [Clasping her forehead] My headache won’t go.

Anna.  To keep lying down’s the best thing for it.

Chloe.  I have been—­hours.

Anna. [With the smile] Yes, ma’am.

Chloe. [Gathering herself up on the sofa] Anna!  Why do you do it?

Anna.  Do what, ma’am?

Chloe.  Spy on me.

Anna.  I—­never!  I——!

Chloe.  To spy!  You’re a fool, too.  What is there to spy on?

Anna.  Nothing, ma’am.  Of course, if you’re not satisfied with me, I must give notice.  Only—­if I were spying, I should expect to have notice given me.  I’ve been accustomed to ladies who wouldn’t stand such a thing for a minute.

Chloe:  [Intently] Well, you’ll take a month’s wages and go tomorrow.  And that’s all, now.

     [Anna inclines her head and goes out.]

     [Chloe, with a sort of moan, turns over and buries her face in
     the cushion.]

Chloe. [Sitting up] If I could see that man—­if only—­or Dawker—–­

     [She springs up and goes to the door, but hesitates, and comes
     back to the head of the sofa, as Rolf comes in.  During this
     scene the door is again opened stealthily, an inch or too.]

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