Complete Plays of John Galsworthy - LightNovelsOnl.com
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She puts her hand behind her, opens the door, and slips through, leaving BILL to turn, following the direction of her eyes, and see FREDA with the cloak still in her hand.
BILL. [Slowly walking towards her] I haven't slept all night.
FREDA. No?
BILL. Have you been thinking it over?
[FREDA gives a bitter little laugh.]
BILL. Don't! We must make a plan. I'll get you away. I won't let you suffer. I swear I won't.
FREDA. That will be clever.
BILL. I wish to Heaven my affairs weren't in such a mess.
FREDA. I shall be--all--right, thank you.
BILL. You must think me a blackguard. [She shakes her head] Abuse me--say something! Don't look like that!
FREDA. Were you ever really fond of me?
BILL. Of course I was, I am now. Give me your hands.
She looks at him, then drags her hands from his, and covers her face.
BILL. [Clenching his fists] Look here! I'll prove it. [Then as she suddenly flings her arms round his neck and clings to him]
There, there!
There is a click of a door handle. They start away from each other, and see LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE regarding them.
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [Without irony] I beg your pardon.
She makes as if to withdraw from an unwarranted intrusion, but suddenly turning, stands, with lips pressed together, waiting.
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. Yes?
FREDA has m.u.f.fled her face. But BILL turns and confronts his mother.
BILL. Don't say anything against her!
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [Tries to speak to him and fails--then to FREDA]
Please-go!
BILL. [Taking FREDA's arm] No.
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE, after a moment's hesitation, herself moves towards the door.
BILL. Stop, mother!
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. I think perhaps not.
BILL. [Looking at FREDA, who is cowering as though from a blow] It's a d---d shame!
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. It is.
BILL. [With sudden resolution] It's not as you think. I'm engaged to be married to her.
[FREDA gives him a wild stare, and turns away.]
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [Looking from one to the other] I don't think I--quite--understand.
BILL. [With the brutality of his mortification] What I said was plain enough.
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. Bill!
BILL. I tell you I am going to marry her.
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [To FREDA] Is that true?
[FREDA gulps and remains silent.]
BILL. If you want to say anything, say it to me, mother.
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [Gripping the edge of a little table] Give me a chair, please. [BILL gives her a chair.]
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [To FREDA] Please sit down too.
FREDA sits on the piano stool, still turning her face away.
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. [Fixing her eyes on FREDA] Now!
BILL. I fell in love with her. And she with me.
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. When?
BILL. In the summer.
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. Ah!
BILL. It wasn't her fault.
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. No?
BILL. [With a sort of menace] Mother!
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. Forgive me, I am not quite used to the idea. You say that you--are engaged?
BILL. Yes.
LADY CHEs.h.i.+RE. The reasons against such an engagement have occurred to you, I suppose? [With a sudden change of tone] Bill! what does it mean?
