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.

Ann. [Looking from one to the other in amazement.] What is it?  What’s happened?  Daddy!

Ferrand. [Out of the silence.] It is nothing, Ma’moiselle!  She has failed to drown herself.  They run her in a little.

Wellwyn.  Lend her your jacket, my dear; she’ll catch her death.

     [Ann, feeling Mrs. MEGAN’s arm, strips of her jacket, and helps
     her into it without a word.]

Constable. [Donning his cloak.] Thank you.  Miss—­very good of you, I’m sure.

Mrs. Megan. [Mazed.] It’s warm!

     [She gives them all a last half-smiling look, and Passes with
     the constable through the doorway.]

Ferrand.  That makes the third of us, Monsieur.  We are not in luck.  To wish us dead, it seems, is easier than to let us die.

     [He looks at Ann, who is standing with her eyes fixed on her
     father.  Wellwyn has taken from his pocket a visiting card.]

Wellwyn. [To Ferrand.] Here quick; take this, run after her!  When they’ve done with her tell her to come to us.

Ferrand. [Taking the card, and reading the address.] “No. 7, Haven House, Flight Street!” Rely on me, Monsieur—­I will bring her myself to call on you.  ‘Au revoir, mon bon Monsieur’!

[He bends over WELLWYN’s hand; then, with a bow to Ann goes out; his tattered figure can be seen through the window, passing in the wind.  Wellwyn turns back to the fire.  The figure of Timson advances into the doorway, no longer holding in either hand a waterproof leg-piece.]

Timson. [In a croaky voice.] Sir!

Wellwyn.  What—­you, Timson?

Timson.  On me larst legs, sir.  ’Ere!  You can see ’em for yerself! 
Shawn’t trouble yer long....

Wellwyn. [After a long and desperate stare.] Not now—­Timson not now!  Take this! [He takes out another card, and hands it to Timson] Some other time.

Timson. [Taking the card.] Yer new address!  You are a gen’leman. [He lurches slowly away.]

     [Ann shuts the street door and sets her back against it.  The
     rumble of the approaching van is heard outside.  It ceases.]

Ann. [In a fateful voice.] Daddy! [They stare at each other.] Do you know what you’ve done?  Given your card to those six rotters.

Wellwyn. [With a blank stare.] Six?

Ann. [Staring round the naked room.] What was the good of this?

Wellwyn. [Following her eyes—–­very gravely.] Ann!  It is stronger than me.

     [Without a word Ann opens the door, and walks straight out. 
     With a heavy sigh, Wellwyn sinks down on the little stool
     before the fire.  The three humble-men come in.]

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