Complete Plays of John Galsworthy eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,284 pages of information about Complete Plays of John Galsworthy.

Complete Plays of John Galsworthy eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,284 pages of information about Complete Plays of John Galsworthy.

     [Timson, momentarily roused from slumber on the doorstep, sits
     up.]

Hoxton. [Struggling to his knees.] Damnation!

Calway. [Sitting.] How simultaneous!

     [Wellwyn and Ferrand approach hastily.]

Ferrand. [Pointing to Timson.] Monsieur, it was true, it seems. 
They had lost sight of the individual.

     [A Policeman has appeared under the street lamp.  He picks up
     Hoxton’s hat.]

Constable.  Anything wrong, sir?

Hoxton. [Recovering his feet.] Wrong?  Great Scott!  Constable!  Why do you let things lie about in the street like this?  Look here, Wellyn!

     [They all scrutinize Timson.]

Wellwyn.  It’s only the old fellow whose reform you were discussing.

Hoxton.  How did he come here?

Constable.  Drunk, sir. [Ascertaining Timson to be in the street.]
Just off the premises, by good luck.  Come along, father.

Timson. [Assisted to his feet-drowsily.] Cert’nly, by no means; take my arm.

     [They move from the doorway.  Hoxton and Calway re-enter, and
     go towards the fire.]

Ann. [Entering from the house.] What’s happened?

Calway.  Might we have a brush?

Hoxton. [Testily.] Let it dry!

     [He moves to the fire and stands before it.  Professor Calway
     following stands a little behind him.  Ann returning begins to
     brush the PROFESSOR’s sleeve.]

Wellwyn. [Turning from the door, where he has stood looking after the receding Timson.] Poor old Timson!

Ferrand. [Softly.] Must be philosopher, Monsieur!  They will but run him in a little.

     [From the model’s room Mrs. Megan has come out, shepherded by
     Canon Bertley.]

Bertley.  Let’s see, your Christian name is——.

Mrs. Megan.  Guinevere.

Bertley.  Oh!  Ah!  Ah!  Ann, take Gui—­take our little friend into the study a minute:  I am going to put her into service.  We shall make a new woman of her, yet.

Ann. [Handing Canon Bertley the brush, and turning to Mrs. Megan.]
Come on!

     [She leads into the house, and Mrs. Megan follows Stolidly.]

Bertley. [Brushing Calway’s back.] Have you fallen?

Calway.  Yes.

Bertley.  Dear me!  How was that?

Hoxton.  That old ruffian drunk on the doorstep.  Hope they’ll give him a sharp dose!  These rag-tags!

     [He looks round, and his angry eyes light by chance on Ferrand.]

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