第18章

There is nothing that gives more courage than to see the irony of things.[He touches MRS.MEGAN'S shoulder.] Go, my child; it will do you good.

[MRS.MEGAN rises, and looks at him dazedly.]

CONSTABLE.[Coming forward, and taking her by the hand.] That's my good lass.Come along! We won't hurt you.

MRS.MEGAN.I don't want to go.They'll stare at me.

CONSTABLE.[Comforting.] Not they! I'll see to that.

WELLWYN.[Very upset.] Take her in a cab, Constable, if you must--for God's sake! [He pulls out a shilling.] Here!

CONSTABLE.[Taking the shilling.] I will, sir, certainly.Don't think I want to--WELLWYN.No, no, I know.You're a good sort.

CONSTABLE.[Comfortable.] Don't you take on, sir.It's her first try; they won't be hard on 'er.Like as not only bind 'er over in her own recogs.not to do it again.Come, my dear.

MRS.MEGAN.[Trying to free herself from the policeman's cloak.] Iwant to take this off.It looks so funny.

[As she speaks the door is opened by ANN; behind whom is dimly seen the form of old TIMSON, still heading the curious persons.]

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.]

CHIEF HUMBLE-MAN.[In an attitude of expectation.] This is the larst of it, sir.

WELLWYN.Oh! Ah! yes!

[He gives them money; then something seems to strike him, and he exhibits certain signs of vexation.Suddenly he recovers, looks from one to the other, and then at the tea things.

WELLWYN.You can finish the decanter.

[He goes out in haste.]

CHIEF HUMBLE-MAN.[Clinking the coins.] Third time of arskin'!

April fool! Not 'arf ! Good old pigeon!

SECOND HUMBLE-MAN.'Uman being, I call 'im.

CHIEF HUMBLE-MAN.[Taking the three glasses from the last packing-case, and pouring very equally into them.] That's right.

Tell you wot, I'd never 'a touched this unless 'e'd told me to, Iwouldn't--not with 'im.

SECOND HUMBLE-MAN.Ditto to that! This is a bit of orl right!

[Raising his glass.] Good luck!

THIRD HUMBLE-MAN.Same 'ere!

[Simultaneously they place their lips smartly against the liquor, and at once let fall their faces and their glasses.

CHIEF HUMBLE-MAN.[With great solemnity.] Crikey! Bill! Tea!.

.....'E's got us!

[The stage is blotted dark.]

Curtain.

THE END