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CROCKSTEAD. [_With a quick glance at her._] That's a pity. But we can't have everything.
ALINE. No. There is one episode in her life that I feel she would like you to know--
CROCKSTEAD. If you are not betraying a confidence--
ALINE. [_Looking down._] No. She loved a man, years ago, very dearly. They were too poor to marry, but they vowed to wait. Within six months she learned that he was engaged.
CROCKSTEAD. Ah!
ALINE. To a fat and wealthy widow--
CROCKSTEAD. The old story.
ALINE. Who was touring through India, and had been made love to by every unmarried officer in the regiment. She chose him.
CROCKSTEAD. India? [_He moves towards her._]
ALINE. Yes.
CROCKSTEAD. I have an idea that I shall like your friend. [_He takes her hand in his._]
ALINE. I shall be careful to tell her all that you said to me--at the beginning--
CROCKSTEAD. It is quite possible that my remarks may not apply after all.
ALINE. But I believe myself from what I know of you both that--if she marries you--it will not be--altogether--for your money.
CROCKSTEAD. Listen--they're playing "G.o.d Save the King." Will you be my wife, Aline?
ALINE. Yes--Harry.
[_He takes her in his arms and kisses her._
CURTAIN
THE MAN ON THE KERB
A DUOLOGUE
THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY
JOSEPH MATTHEWS MARY (HIS WIFE)
TIME--_The present_
SCENE--_Their home in the West End_
_Produced at the Aldwych Theatre on March 24, 1908_
THE MAN ON THE KERB
SCENE: _An underground room, bare of any furniture except two or three broken chairs, a tattered mattress on the stone floor and an old trunk. On a packing-chest are a few pots and pans and a kettle. A few sacks are spread over the floor, close to the empty grate; the walls are discoloured, with plentiful signs of damp oozing through. Close to the door, at back, is a window, looking on to the area; two of the panes are broken and stuffed with paper._
_On the mattress a child is sleeping, covered with a tattered old mantle;_ MARY _is bending over her, crooning a song. The woman is still quite young, and must have been very pretty; but her cheeks are hollow and there are great circles round her eyes; her face is very pale and bloodless. Her dress is painfully worn and shabby, but displays pathetic attempts at neatness. The only light in the room comes from the street lamp on the pavement above._
JOE _comes down the area steps, and enters. His clothes are of the familiar colourless, shapeless kind one sees at street corners; he would be a pleasant-looking young fellow enough were it not that his face is abnormally lined, and pinched, and weather-beaten. He shambles in, with the intense weariness of a man who has for hours been forcing benumbed limbs to move; he shakes himself, on the threshold, dog-fas.h.i.+on, to get rid of the rain._ MARY _first makes sure that the child is asleep, then rises eagerly and goes to him. Her face falls as she notes his air of dejection._
MARY. [_Wistfully._] Nothing, Joe?
JOE. Nothing. Not a farthing. Nothing.
[MARY _turns away and checks a moan._
JOE. Nothing at all. Same as yesterday--worse than yesterday--I _did_ bring home a few coppers--And you?
MARY. A lady gave Minnie some food--
JOE. [_Heartily._] Bless her for that!
MARY. Took her into the pastrycook's, Joe--
JOE. And the kiddie had a tuck-out? Thank G.o.d! And you?
MARY. Minnie managed to hide a great big bun for me.
JOE. The lady didn't give you anything?
MARY. Only a lecture, Joe, for bringing the child out on so bitter a day.
JOE. [_With a sour laugh, as he sits on a chair._] Ho, ho! Always so ready with their lectures, aren't they? "Shouldn't beg, my man! Never give to beggars in the street!"--Look at me, I said to one of them. Feel my arm.
Tap my chest. I tell you I'm starving, and they're starving at home.--"Never give to beggars in the street."
MARY. [_Laying a hand on his arm._] Oh, Joe, you're wet!
JOE. It's been raining hard the last three hours--pouring. My stars, it's cold. Couldn't we raise a bit of fire, Mary?
MARY. With what, Joe?
JOE. [_After a look round, suddenly getting up, seizing a ricketty chair by the wall, breaking off the legs._] With this! Wonderful fine furniture they give you on the Hire System--so solid and substantial--as advertised.
