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.

Barthwick.  Whom did you want to see, madam?

Unknown. [Stopping and looking back.] It was Mr. John Barthwick I wanted to see.

Barthwick.  I am John Barthwick, madam.  What can I have the pleasure of doing for you?

Unknown.  Oh!  I—­I don’t [She drops her eyes.  Barthwick scrutinises her, and purses his lips.]

Barthwick.  It was my son, perhaps, you wished to see?

Unknown. [Quickly.] Yes, of course, it’s your son.

Barthwick.  May I ask whom I have the pleasure of speaking to?

Unknown. [Appeal and hardiness upon her face.] My name is——­oh! it does n’t matter—­I don’t want to make any fuss.  I just want to see your son for a minute. [Boldly.] In fact, I must see him.

Barthwick. [Controlling his uneasiness.] My son is not very well.  If necessary, no doubt I could attend to the matter; be so kind as to let me know——­

Unknown.  Oh! but I must see him—­I ’ve come on purpose—­[She bursts out nervously.] I don’t want to make any fuss, but the fact is, last—­last night your son took away—­he took away my [She stops.]

Barthwick. [Severely.] Yes, madam, what?

Unknown.  He took away my—­my reticule.

Barthwick.  Your reti——?

Unknown.  I don’t care about the reticule; it’s not that I want—­I ’m sure I don’t want to make any fuss—­[her face is quivering]—­but —­but—­all my money was in it!

Barthwick.  In what—­in what?

Unknown.  In my purse, in the reticule.  It was a crimson silk purse.  Really, I wouldn’t have come—­I don’t want to make any fuss.  But I must get my money back—­mustn’t I?

Barthwick.  Do you tell me that my son——?

Unknown.  Oh! well, you see, he was n’t quite I mean he was

     [She smiles mesmerically.]

Barthwick.  I beg your pardon.

Unknown. [Stamping her foot.] Oh! don’t you see—­tipsy!  We had a quarrel.

Barthwick. [Scandalised.] How?  Where?

Unknown. [Defiantly.] At my place.  We’d had supper at the——­and your son——­

Barthwick. [Pressing the bell.] May I ask how you knew this house? 
Did he give you his name and address?

Unknown. [Glancing sidelong.] I got it out of his overcoat.

Barthwick. [Sardonically.] Oh! you got it out of his overcoat. 
And may I ask if my son will know you by daylight?

Unknown.  Know me?  I should jolly—­I mean, of course he will!
     [Marlow comes in.]

Barthwick.  Ask Mr. John to come down.

     [Marlow goes out, and Barthwick walks uneasily about.]

And how long have you enjoyed his acquaintanceship?

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