Hillcrist. Dawker, have the goodness! Hornblower, in the presence of what may be death, with all my heart I’m sorry.
Hornblower. Ye hypocrite!
[He passes them with
a certain dignity, and goes out at the
window, following to his car.]
has stood for a moment stock-still, goes slowly
forward and sits in his swivel chair.]
Mrs. H. Dawker, please tell Fellows to telephone to Dr. Robinson to go round to the Hornblowers at once.
the deed, and with a noise that sounds like
“The cur!” goes out, Left.]
[At the fireplace]
Jack! Do you blame me?
Hillcrist. [Motionless] No.
Mrs. H. Or Dawker? He’s done his best.
Mrs. H. [Approaching] What is it?
[Jill comes running in at the window.]
Jill. Dodo, she’s moved; she’s spoken. It may not be so bad.
Hillcrist. Thank God for that!
[Fellows enters, Left.]
Fellows. The Jackmans, ma’am.
Hillcrist. Who? What’s this?
[The Jackmans have entered, standing close to the door.]
Mrs. J. We’re so glad we can go back, sir—ma’am, we just wanted to thank you.
[There is a silence. They see that they are not welcome.]
Thank you kindly, sir. Good night, ma’am.
[They shuffle out. ]
Hillcrist. I’d forgotten their existence. [He gets up] What is it that gets loose when you begin a fight, and makes you what you think you’re not? What blinding evil! Begin as you may, it ends in this —skin game! Skin game!
Jill. [Rushing to him] It’s not you, Dodo; it’s not you, beloved Dodo.
Hillcrist. It is me. For I am, or should be, master in this house!
Mrs. H. I don’t understand.
Hillcrist. When we began this fight, we had clean hands—are they clean’ now? What’s gentility worth if it can’t stand fire?
FROM THE SERIES OF SIX SHORT PLAYS
First and The Last
The Little Man
Punch and Go
THE FIRST AND THE LAST
PERSONS OF THE PLAY
Keith Darrant, K.C.
Larry Darrant, His Brother.
Scene I. Keith’s Study.