CORNELL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY THE Joseph Whitmore Barry dramatic library THE GIPT OF TWO FRIENDS OF Cornell University 1934 Cornell University Library PR5182.T71898 Trelawny of the "Wells"; a comedietta in 3 1924 013 536 713 Cornell University Library The original of tiiis book is in tine Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924013536713 TRELAWNY of the "WELLS asiEaeaM CHARACTER STUDY IN "TRELAWNEY OF THE WELLS" Drawn by Elizabeth ShioDcn Green ^1 i *'^^ Jl/ ^ T R E L A W W ' TRELAWNY of the "WELLS" A Comedietta in Four Acts By ARTHUR W. PINERO New York R. H. RUSSELL i8gg ^This play is fully protected by the copyright law, all re- quirements of which have been folly complied with. In its present printed form it is dedicated to the reading public only, and no performances of it may be given without the written permission of the author. ^This Play was produced at the Court Theatre, London, on Thursday, January 29th, 1898. ^Copyright, 1898, by Charles Belmont Davis. ^All rights reserved. Entered at Stationers' Hall. En- tered at the Library of Congress, Washington,U. S. A. Missing Page '*^ff^X*'l ty^^^-^^^^""*^''**^^ ^"* ■*'*" >c/jr7^»^.^.h-.i.T^-rp--i- »-i»Tnii..jr-^ >^j^^*u^a*-j>-Tr»Trw-»*-««.»^.rf;r*f.M«M>*w^^^ (0)xCQ)x^(C5)J(« XilkJUU. DALYS ITH EATRE NEW YORK .-^ DANIEL FROHMAN S i ^The Original Cast at the Lyceum Theatre, New York THEATRICAL FOLK Tom Wrench Fesdinand Gadd James Telfer of the Augustus Colpoys Sagniggc-Welh Rose Trelawny Theatre AvoNiA BuNN Mrs. Telfer, (Mrsi Violet) Imogen Parrott, of the Royal Olympic Theatre O'DwYER, prompter at the Pantheon Theatre Mr. Denzil ^'i ' r-w of the Pantheon Theatre Mr. Hunston -' Miss Brewster Hallkeefer at the Pantheon Edward J. Morgan Wm. Courtleigh Geo. C. Boniface Charles W. Butler Mary Mannering Elizabeth Tyree Mrs. Chas. Walcot Hilda Spong Grant Stewart Thos. Whiffen Louis Albion Mace Greenleaf Adelaide Keim Edward H. Wilkinson non-theatrical folk Vice-Chancellor Sir William Gowir, Kt. Arthur Gower Clara de Fcenix bis grandchildren Miss Trafalgar Gower, Sir William's sister Captain de Fcenix, Clara's husband Mrs. Mossop, a landlady Mr. Ablett, a grocer Charles, a butler Sarah, a maid ^First presented on November 22d, i8g8 Charles Walcot Henry Woodruff Helma Nelson Ethel Hornick H. S. Taber Mrs. Thos. Whiffen John Findlay W. B. Royston Blanche Kelleher THE FIRST ACT at Mr. and Mrs. Telfer's Lodg- ings in No. 2, Brydon Crescent, Clerkentaell. May. THE SECOND ACT at Sir William Gower's, in Cavendish Square. June. THE THIRD ACT again in Brydon Crescent. De- cember. THE FOURTH ACT on the stage of the Pantheon Theatre. A few days later. PERIOD somewhere in the early Sixties. ^N O T E. — B A G N I G G E- (locally pronounced Bagnidge) Wells, formerly a popular mineral spring in Islington, London, situated not far from the better remembered Sadler's-Wells. The gardens of Bagnigge-Wflls were at one time much resorted to ; but, as a matter of fact, Bagnigge- Wells, unlike Sadler's-Wells, has never possessed a playhouse. Sadler's-Wells Theatre, however, always familiarly known as the "Wells," still exists. It was rebuilt in 1876—77. MURRAY HILL THEATRE HENRY V. DONNELLY, - - 7 Lessee and Hanager HARRY E. ALLEN, - .- - - - - Business Manager , , SEASON 1903-1904. WEEK COMMENCING MONDAY MATINEE, FEB. 8, 1964 Matinee Every Day. THE HENRY V. DONNELLY STOCK COMPANY —IN— Trelawny of the Wells By ARTHUR WING PINERO. ' Staged under the direction of PRIESTLY MORRISON. THE PERSONS OF TH& PLAY. Theatrical Folk. Tom Wrench 1 Ferdinand Gadd James Telfer. . . . Augustus Colpoys Rose Trelatrny... Avonia Bunn Mrs. TeUer (Miss Violet Sylvester) Oi the Bagnlgge-Wells Theatre Mr. Edwin Holt Mr'. George Farren ..Mr. Priestly Moi-rlson Mr. Einmei Shackleford Miss Edna Phillips Miss Rose Swain Miss Madge Olioget Imogen Parrott, of the Royal Olympic Theatre Miss Mary Home O'Dwyer, prompter at the Pantheon Theatre Mr. Louis Bishop Hall Mr.Denzll 1 ni ,h^ < Mr. Henry Wlton Mr. Mortimer ;. ! p, „.»,.', I,., „ j' Mr. Charles Burtbn Mr. Houston ^ Pantheon I heatre -{ Mr. TIpion Lawlor MissBrewster J Company ,^ Miss Grace Hawthorne Hall-keeper at the Pantheon .Mr. William Datton ]Von>Tlieatrlcal Folk. Vlce-ChaacelloT Sir William Gower, Knight Mr, William J. Butler Arthur Gower K • j t-iu. _ S Mr. Theodore Gamble ClaraDeFoenix....['"*8"'"^^''"'""''{ Miss Viola Kell6g ; Miss Trafalgar Gower, his sister Miss EmmaLathrop Captain de Foeniz, Clara's husband Mr. Edgar Allan Wooif Mrs. Mossop Miss Loulsr Buslelgh Mr Ablett '. ■ Mr. John'Fenton Charles, ■ • • M""- Randolph Morton Sarah , • Miss Ella Biker ' ^The costumes and scenic decoration of this little play should follow, to the closest detail, the mode of the early Sixties, the period, in dress, of crinoline and the peg- top trouser ; in ftirniture, of horsehair and mahogany, and the abominable "walnut -and -rep." No attempt should be made to modify such fashions in illustration, to render them less strange, even less grotesque, to the modern eye. On the contrary, there should be an en- deavor to reproduce, perhaps to accentuate, any feature which may now seem particularly quaint and bizarre. Thus, lovely youth should be shown decked uncom- promisingly as it was at the time indicated, at the risk (which the author believes to be a slight one) of point- ing the chastening moral that, while beauty fades assuredly in its own time, it may appear to succeeding generations not to have been beauty at all. TEELAWNY OF THE "WELLS." THE FIRST ACT. The scene represents a sitting room on the first floor of a respectable lodging house. On the right are two sash-witidows, having Venetian blinds and giving a view of houses on the other side of the street. The grate of the fireplace is hidden by an ornament composed of shavings and paper roses. Over the fireplace is a mirror: on each side there is a sideboard cupboard. On the left is a door, and a landing is seen outside. Between the windows stand a cottage piano and a piano stool. Above the sofa, on the left, stands a large black trunk, the lid bulging with its contents and displaying some soiled theatrical finery. On the front of the trunk, in faded lettering, appear the words " Miss Violet Sylvester, Theatre Royal, Drury Lane. " Under the sofa there are two or three pairs of ladies' satin shoes, much the worse for wear, and on the sofa a white-satin bodice, yellow with age, a heap of dog-eared playbacks, and some other litter of a like character. On the top of the TRBLAWN^T OF THE " WELLS. piano there is a wig-block, with a Irian's wig upon it, and in the comers of the room there stand some walking sticks and a few theatrical swords. In the center of the stage is a large circular table. There is a clean cover upon it, and on the top of the sideboard cupboards are knives and forks, plate, glass, cruet-stands, and some gaudy flowers in vases — all suggesting preparations for festivity. The woodwork of the room is grained, the ceiling plainly white- washed, and the wall paper is of a neutral tint and much faded. The pictures are engravings in maple frames, and a portrait or two, in oil, framed in gilt. The furniture, curtains, and carpet are worn, but everything is clean and well-kept. The light is that of afternoon in early summer. . Mossop — a portly, middle-aged Jewish lady, elaborately attired — is laying the tablecloth. Ablett enters hastily, divesting himself of his coat as he does so. He is dressed in rusty black for "waiting.'" Mrs. Mossop. [In a fluster.] Oh, here you are, Mr. Ablett ! Ablett. Good-day, Mrs. Mossop. teelawnt of the " wells." 3 Mrs. Mobsop. [Bringing the crtiet-stands.] I declare I thought you'd forgotten me. Ablett. [Hanging his coat upon a curtain-knob, and turn- ing up his shirt sleeves.] I'd begun to fear I should never escape from the shop, ma'am. Jest as I was preparin' to clean myself, the 'ole universe seemed to cry aloud for pertaters. [Believing Mrs. Mossop of the cruet-stands, and satisfying himself as to the contents of the various bottles.] Now you take a seat, Mrs. Mossop. You 'ave but to say " Mr. Ablett, lay for so many," and the exact number shall be laid for. Mrs. Mossop. [Sinking into the armchair.] I hope the affliction of short breath may be spared you, Ablett. Ten is the number. Ablett. [Whipping up the mustard energetically.] Short- breathed you may be, ma'am, but not short-sighted. That gal of yours is no ordinary gal, but to 'ave set 'er to wait on ten persons would 'ave been to *ave caught disaster. [Bringing knives and forks, glass, etc., and glancing round the room as he does so.] I am in Mr. and Mrs. Telfer's setting-room, I believe, ma'am? Mbb. Mobsof. [Surveying the apartment complacently.] And what a handsomely proportioned room it is, to be sure! Ablett. May I h'ask if I am to 'ave the honor of includin' my triflin' fee for this job in their weekly book? Mbb. Mosbof. No, Ablett— a separate bill, please. The Telfers kindly give the use of their apartment, to save the cost of holding the ceremony at the " Clown " Tav- ern ; but share and share alike over the expenses is to be the order of the day. Ablbtt. I thank you, ma'am. [Bubbing up the knives with a napkin.] You let fall the word "ceremony," ma'am Mrs. Mosbop. Ah, Ablett, and a sad one — a farewell cold colla- tion to Miss Trelawny. Ablett. Lor' bless me ! I 'eard a rumor Mes. Mossop. A true rumor. She's taking her leave of us, the dear. teblawny of the " wells." 5 Ablett. This will be a blow to the "Wells," ma'am. Mks. Mossop. The best juvenile lady the "Wells" has known since Mr. Phillips's management. Ablett. Report 'as it, a love affair, ma'am. Mrs. Mossop. A love affair, indeed. And & poem into the bar- gain, Ablett, if poet was at hand to write it. Ablett. Eeelly, Mrs. Mossop! [Polishing a tumbler.] Is the beer to be bottled or draught, ma'am, on this occasion? Mbs. Mossop. Draught for Miss Trelawny, invariably. Ablett. Then draught it must be all round, out of compli- ment. Jest fancy! nevermore to 'ear customers speak of Trelawny of the " Wells," except as a pleasin' memory! A non-professional gentleman they give out, ma'am. Mks. Mossop. Yes. 6 teelawnt op thu " wells. Ablett. Name of Glover. Mbb. Mossop. Gower. Grandson of Vice Chancellor Sir William Gower, Mr. Ablett. Ablett. You don't say, ma'am ! Mbs. Mossop. No father nor mother, and lives in Cavendish Square with the old judge and a great aunt. Ablett. Then Miss Trelawny quits the Profession, ma'am, for good and all, I presoom ? Mrs. Mossop. Yes, Ablett, she's at the theaytre at this moment, distributing some of her little ornaments and fallals among the ballet. She played last night for the last time — the last time on any stage. [Rising and go- ing to the sideboard-cupboard.] And without so much as a line in the bill to announce it. What a benefit she might have taken ! Ablett. I know one who was good for two box tickets, Mrs. Mossop. teela.wnt op the " wells." 7 Mbb. Mossof. [Bringing the flowers to the table and arranging them, while Ablett sets out the knives and forks.] But no. "No fuss," said the Gower family, "no publicity. Withdraw quietly — " that was the Gower family's injunctions — "withdraw quietly, and have done with it." Ablett. And when is the weddin' to be, ma'am? Mbs. Mossop. It's not yet decided, Mr. Ablett. In point of fact, before the Gower family positively say Yes to the union, Miss Trelawny is to make her home in Caven- dish Square for a short term — " short term " is the Gower family's own expression — in order to habitu- ate herself to the West End. They're sending their carriage for her at two o'clock this afternoon, Mr. Ablett — their carriage and pair of bay horses. Ablett. Well, I dessay a West End life has sooperior ad- vantages over the Profession in some respecks, Mrs. Mossop. Mrs. Mossop. When accompanied by wealth, Mr. Ablett. Here's Miss Trelawny but nineteen, and in a month-or-two's time she'll be ordering about her own powdered foot- 8 TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS. man, and playing on her grand piano. How many actresses do that, I should like to know ! [Tom Webnch's voice is heard. Tom. [Outside the door.] Rebecca! Rebecca, my loved one! Mrs. Mossop. Oh, go along with you, Mr. Wrench ! [Tom enters, with a pair of scissors in his hand. He is a shabbily-dressed ungrace- ful man of about thirty, with a clean- shaven face, curly hair, and eyes full of good-humor. Tom. My own, especial Rebecca! Mes. Mossop. Don't be a fool, Mr. Wrench ! Now, I've no time to waste. I know you want something Tom. Everything, adorable. But most desperately do I stand in need of a little skillful trimming at your fair hands. Mrs. Mossop. [Taking the scissors from, him and clipping the frayed edges of his shirt-cuffs and coUar.] First it's TRBLAWNT OP THE " WELLS." 9 patching a coat, and then it's binding an Inverness ! Sometimes I 'wish that top room, of mine was empty. Tom. And sometimes I wish my heart was empty, cruel Rebecca. Mrs. Mossop. [Giving him a thump.] Now, I really will tell Mossop of you, when he comes home! I've often threatened it Tom. [Tb Ablett.J Whom do I see! No— it can't be — but yes — I believe I have the privilege of addressing Mr. Ablett, the eminent greengrocer, of Eosoman Street? Ablett. [Sulkily.] Well, Mr. Wrench, and wot of it? Tom. You possess a cart, good Ablett, which may be hired by persons of character and responsibility. "By the hour or job" — so runs the legend. I will charter it, one of these Sundays, for a drive to Ep- ping. Ablett. I dunno so much about that, Mr. Wrench. Tom. Look to the springs, good Ablett, for this comely lady will be my companion. 10 teelawnt of the " wells. Mks. Mossop. Dooce take your impudencel Give me your other hand. Haven't you been to rehearsal this morning with the rest of 'em? Tom. I have, and have left my companions still toiling. My share in the interpretation of Sheridan Knowles's immortal work did not necessitate my remaining after the first act. Mrs. Mossop. Another poor part, I suppose, Mr. Wrench? Tom. Another, and to-morrow yet another, and on Saturday two others— all equally, damnably rotten. Mrs. Mobsop. Ah, well, well! somebody must play the bad parts in this world, on and off the stage. There [return- ing the scissors], there's no more edge left to fray ; we've come to the soft. [He points the scissors at his breast.] Ah! don't do that! Tom. You are right, sweet Mossop, I won't perish on an empty stomach. [Taking her OMde.] But tell me, shall I disgrace the feast, eh? Is my appearance too scandalously seedy? MRS, JIOSSOP MAKINO TOJI PRESENTABLE. tbelawnt op the " wells." 11 Mkb. Mossop. Not it, my dear. Tom. Miss Trelawny — do you think she'll regard me as a blot on the banquet? [wistfully] do you, Beccy? Mes. Mossop. She! la! don't distress yourself. She'll be too ex- cited to notice you. Tom. H'm, yes! now I recollect, she has always been that. Thanks, Beccy. [A knock, at the front-door, is heard. Mrs. Mossop hurries to the window down the stage. Mrs. Mossop. Who's that? [Opening the window and looking out] It's Miss Parrott ! Miss Parrott's arrived I Tom. Jenny Parrott? Has Jenny condescended ? Mbs. Mossop. Jenny! Where are your manners, Mr. Wrench? Tom. [Grandiloquently.] Miss Imogen Parrott, of the Olympic Theatre. 12 TEBLAWNT OF THE " WELLS." Mks. Mossop. [At the door, to Ablett.] Put your coat on, Ablett. We are not selling cabbages. [She dis- appears and is heard speaking in the distance.] Step up, Miss Parrott! Tell Miss Parrott to mind that mat, Sarah ! Be quick, Ablett, be quick! The SUte is below! More dispatch, good Ablett ! Ablett. [To Tom, spitefully, while struggling into his coat.] Miss Trelawny's leavin' will make all the difference to the old " Wells." The season '11 terminate abrupt, and then the comp'ny '11 be h'out, Mr. Wrench— h'out, sir! Tom. [Adjusting his necktie, at the mirror over the piano.] Which will lighten the demand for the spongy turnip and the watery marrow, my poor Ablett. Ablbtt. [ Under his breath. ] Presumpshus ! [He produces a pair of white cotton gloves, and having put one on makes a horrifying discovery.] Two lefts! That's Mrs. Ablett all over! [During the rest of the act, he is continually in difficulties, through his efforts to wear TEELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." 13 one of the gloves upon his right hand. Mrs. Mossop now re-enters, with Imogen Pareott. Imogen is a pretty, light- hearted young woman, of about seven- and-twenty, daintily dressed. Mbs. Mossop. [To Imogen.] There, it might be only yesterday you lodged in my house, to see you gliding up those stairs 1 And this the very room you shared with poor Miss Brooker 1 Imogen. {Advancing to Tom. ] Well, Wrench , and how are you? Tom. [Bringing her a chair, demonstratively dusting the seat of it with his pocJcet-handker chief]. Thank you, much the same as when you used to call me Tom. Imogen. Oh, but I have turned over a new leaf, you know, since I have been at the Olympic. Mhs. Mossop. I am sure my chairs don't require dusting, Mr. Wrench. Tom. [Placing the chair below the table, and blowing his nose with his handkerchief with a flourish.} My way of showing homage, Mossop. 14 teelawnt of the " wells." Mrs. Mossof. Miss Parrott has sat on them often enough, when she was an honored member of the "Wells" — haven't you, Miss Parrott. Imogen. [Sitting, with playful dignity.] I suppose I must have done so. Don't remind me of it. I sit on nothing nowadays but down pillows covered with cloth of gold. [Mrs. Mossop and Ablbtt prepare to withdran-. Mks. Mossop. [At the door, to Imogen.] Ha, ha! ha! I could fancy I'm looking at Undine again — Undine, the Spirit of the Waters. She's not the least changed since she appeared as Undine — is she, Mr. Ablett ? Ablbtt. [Joining Mrs. Mossop.] No — or as Prince Cammy- ralzyman in the pantomine. I never 'ope to see a pair o' prettier limbs Mrs. Mossop. [Sharply.] Now then ! [She pushes him out; they disappear. Imogen. [After a shiver at Ablett's remark.] In my present exalted station I don't hear much of what TEELAWNT OP THE " WELLS." 15 goes on at the "Wells," Wrench. Are your abilities still— still Tom. Still unrecognized, still confined within the almost boundless and yet repressive limits of Utility— General UtUity ? [ Nodding.] H'm, still. Imogen. Dear me ! a thousand pities ! I positively mean it. Tom. Thanks. Imooen. What do you think ! You were mixed up in a funny dream I dreamt one night lately. Tom. [Bowing.] Highly complimented. Imogen. It was after a supper which rather — weU, I'd had some strawberries sent me from Hertfordshire. Tom. Indigestion levels all ranks. Imogen. It was a nightmare. I found myself on the stage of the Olympic in that wig you — oh, gracious ! You used to play your very serious little parts in it 16 teelawnt of the " wells. Tom. The wig with the ringlets? Imogen. TJghl yes. Tom. I wear it to-night, for the second time this week, in a part which is very serious — and very little. Imogen. Heavens ! it is in existence then I Tom. And long will be, I hope. I've only three wigs, and this one accommodates itself to so many periods. Imogeen. Oh, how it used to amuse the gallery-boys ! Tom. They still enjoy it. If you looked in this evening at half- past-seven — I'm done at a quarter-to-eight — if you looked in at half-past seven, you would hear the same glad, rapturous murmur in the gallery when the pi-esence of that wig is discovered. Not that they fail to laugh at my other wigs, at every article of adornment I possess, in fact 1 Good God, Jenny 1 Imogen. [Wincing.] Ssssh! TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." 17 Tom. Miss Parrott— if they gave up laughing at me now, I believe I — I believe I should— miss it, I believe I couldn't spout my few lines now in silence; my unaccompanied voice would sound so strange to me. Besides, I often think those gallery-boys are really fond of me, at heart. You can't laugh as they do — rock with laughter sometimes ! — at what you dislike. Imogen. Of course not. Of course they like you, Wrench. You cheer them, make their lives happier Tom. And to-night, by the bye, I also assume that beast of a felt hat — the gray hat with the bj-oad brim, and the imitation wool feathers. You remember it ? Imogen. Y-y-yes. Tom. I see you do. Well, that hat still persists in falling off, when I most wish it to stick on. It will tilt and tumble to-night — during one of Telfer's pet speeches ; I feel it will. Imogen. Ha, ha, ha! Tom. And those yellow boots; I wear them to-night 18 teelawnt op the " wells." Imogen. No! Tom. Yes! Imogkn. Ho, ho, ho, ho! Tom. [With forced hilarity.] Ho, hoi ha, ha! And the spurs — the spurs that once tore your satin petticoat ! You recollect ? Imogen. [Her mirth suddenly checked.] Recollect ! Tom. You would see those spurs to-night, too, if you patronized us— and the red worsted tights. The worsted tights are a little thinner, a little more faded and discolored, a little more darned — Oh, yes, thank you, I am still, as you put it, still — still— still [He walks away, going to the mantelpiece and turning his back upon her. Imogen. [After a brief pause.] I'm sure I didn't intend to hurt your feelings. Wrench. Tom. [Turning, with some violence.] Youl you hurt my TRELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." 19 feelings I Nobody can hurt my feelings I I have no feelings 1 [Ablett re-enters, carrying three chairs of odd patterns. Tom seizes the chairs and places them about the table, noisily. Ablett. Look here, Mr. Wrench I If I'm to be 'ampered in performin' my doolies Tom. More chairs, Ablett I In my apartment, the cham- ber nearest heaven, you will find one with a loose leg. We will seat Mrs. Telfer upon that. She dis- likes me, and she is, in every sense, a heavy woman. Ablett. {Moving toward the door— dropping his glove.] My opinion, you are meanin' to 'arrass me, Mr. Wrench TOM. [Picking up the glove and throwing it to Ablett— singing.] ' ' Take back thy glove, thou faithless fair I " Your glove, Ablett. Ablett. Thank you, sir; it is my glove, and you are no gentleman. [He withdraws. TOM. True, Ablett— not even a Walking Gentleman. 20 teelawnt of the " wells." Imogen^. Don't go on so, Wrench . What about your plays? Aren't you trying to write any plays just now? Tom. Trying! I am doing more than trying to writfr plays. I am writing plays. I have written plays. Imogen. Well? Tom. My cupboard upstairs is choked with 'em. Imogen. Won't anyone take a fancy ? Tom. Not a sufficiently violent fancy. Imogen. You know, the speeches were so short and had such ordinary words in them, in the plays you used to read to me — no big opportunity for the leading lady, Wrench. Tom. M' yes. I strive to make my people talk and be- have like live people, don't I ? Imogen. I suppose you do. teelawny of the " wells." 21 Tom. To fashion heroes out of actual, dull, every-day men — the sort of men you see smoking cheroots in the club windows in St. James's Street ; and heroines from simple maidens in muslin frocks. Naturally, the managers won't stand that. Imogen. Why, of course not. Tom. If they did, the public wouldn't. Imogen. Is it likely? Tom. Is it likely? I wonder! Imogen. Wonder — what ? Tom. Whether they would. Imogen. The public! Tom. The public. Jenny, I wonder about it sometimes so hard that that little bedroom of mine becomes a banqueting hall, and this lodging house a castle. [There is a loud and prolonged knocking at the front door. 22 teelawnt op the " "wells. Imogen. Here they are, I suppose. Tom. [Pulling himself together.] Good Lord! Have I become disheveled ? Imogen. Why, are you anxious to make an impression, even down to the last. Wrench? Tom. [Angrily.] Stop that I Imogen. It's no good your being sweet on her any longer, surely? Tom. [Glaring at her.] What cats you all are, you girls I Imogen. [Holding up her hands.] Oh I oh, dear ! How vul- gar—after the Olympic 1 [Ablett returns, carrying three more chairs. Ablett. [Arranging these chairs on the left of the table.] They're all 'ome ! they're all 'ome ! [Tom places the four chairs belonging to the room at the table. To Imogen.] She looks 'eavenly, Miss Trelawny does. I TBELAWNT OF THE " WBLLS." 23 was jest takin' in the ale when she floated down the Crescent on her lover's arm. [Wagging his head at Imogen admiringly.] There, I don't know which of you two is the Imoobk. [Haughtily.] Man, keep your place 1 Ablett. [Hurt. ] H'as you please, miss — hut you apperently forget I used to serve you with vegetables. [He takes up a position at the door as Telfee and Gadd enter. Telfer is a thick-set, elderly man, with a worn, clean-shaven face and iron-gray hair ^'clubbed'''' in the theatrical fashion of the time. Sonor- ous, if somewhat husky, in speech, and elaborately dignified in bearing, he is at the same time a little uncertain about his H's. Gadd is a flashily-dressed young manof seven-and-twenty, with brown hair arranged ct la Byron and mustache of a deeper tone. Tklfee. [Advancing to Imogen, and kissing her pater- nally.] Ha, my dear child! I heard you were 'ere. Kind of you to visit us. Welcome I I'll just put my 'at down [He places his hat on the top of the piano, and proceeds to inspect the table. 24 teelawny op the " wells." Gadd. [Coming to Imogen, in an elegant, languishing way.] Imogen, my darling. [Kissing her.] Kiss Ferdy! Imogen. Well, Gadd, how goes it— I mean how are you? Gadd. [Earnestly. ] I'm hitting them hard this season, my darling. To-night, Sir Thomas Clifford. They're simply waiting for my Clifford. Imogen. But who on earth is your Julia? Gadd. Ha ! Mrs. Telf er goes on for it — a venerable stop- gap. Absurd, of course; but we daren't keep my Clifford from them any longer. Imogen. You'll miss Rose Trelawny in business pretty badly, I expect, Gadd? Gadd. [With a shrug of the shoulders.] She was to have done Rosalind for my benefit. Miss Fitzhugh joins on Monday; I must pull her through it somehow. TRBLAWNT OF THE " WELLS," 25 I would reconsider my bill, but they're waiting for my Orlando, waiting for it [COLPOTS enters— an insignificant, wizen little fellow who is unable to forget that he is a low-comedian. He stands L., squinting hideously at Imogen and indulging in extravagant gestures of endearment, while she continues her con- versation with Gadd. COLPOTS. [Failing to attract her attention.] My love! my life! Imogen. [Nodding to him indifferently.] Good-afternoon, Augustus. COLPOYB. [Ridiculously.] She speaks! she hears me! Ablett. [Holding his glove before his mouth, convulsed with laughter.] Ho, ho! oh, Mr. Colpoys! oh, reelly, sir ! ho, dear ! Gadd. [To iMOaEN, darkly.] Colpoys is not nearly as funny as he was last year. Everybody's saying so. We want a low-comedian badly. [He retires, deposits his hat on the wig-block, and joins Teller and Tom. 26 TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." COLPOTB. [Staggering to Imogen and throwing his arms about her neck.] Ah— h— h ! after all these years ! Imogen. [Pushing him away.] Do be careful of my things, Colpoys ! Ablett. [Going out, blind with mirth.] Ha, ha, ha ! ho, ho ! [He collides with Mrs. Telfee, who is enter- ing at this moment. Mrs. Telfer is a tall, massive lady of middle age — a faded queen of tragedy. Ablett. [As he disappears.] I'm sure I beg your pardon, Mrs. Telfer, ma'am, Mrs. Telfeb. Violent fellow ! [Advancing to Imogen and hiss- ing her solemnly.] How is it with you, Jenny Parrott? Imogen. Thank you, Mrs. Telfer, as well as can be. And you? Mrs. Telfer. [Waving away the inquiry.] I am obliged to you for this response to my invitation, It struck me as v-^ -*r "^ ^i,*^ >^ ' »>f TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." 27 fitting that at such a time you should return for a brief hour or two to the company of your old associ- ates [Becoming conscious of Colpoys, behind her, making grimnces at Imogen.] Eh — h — h? [Turning to Colpoys and surprising him.] Oh — h — h! Yes, Augustus Colpoys, you are extremely humorous off. Colpoys. [Stung.] Miss Sylvester— Mrs. Telfer! Mrs. Telfer. On the stage, sir, you are enough to make a cat weep. Colpoys. Madam! from one artist to another! well, I — ! 'pon my soul ! [Betreating and talking under his breath. ] Popular favorite ! draw more money than all the — old guys Mrs. Telpee. [Following him.] What do you say, sir ! Do you mutter ! [They explain mutually. Avonia Bunn enters — an untidy, tawdrily-dressed young woman of about three-and-twenty, with the airs of a suburban souhrette. AVOMA. [Embracing Imogen.] Dear old girl ! 28 teelawny of the " wells." Imogen. Well, Avonia? AVONIA. This is jolly, seeing you again. My eye, what a rig-out I She'll be up directly. [With a gulp.] She's taking a last look-round at our room. Imoobn. You've been crying, 'Vonia. AVOKIA. No, I haven't. [Breaking dovm.] If I have I can't help it. Rose and I have chummed together — all this season — and part of last — and — it's a hateful profession ! The moment you make a friend ! [Looking toward the door.} There! isn't she a dream ? I dressed her [She moves away, as Eose Trelawny and Arthur Gower enter. Rose is nineteen, wears washed muslin, and looks dimne. She has much of the extravagance of gesture, over-emphasis in speech, and freedom of manner engendered by the theatre, but is graceful and charming nevertheless. Arthur is a handsome, boyish young man— "all eyes "for Rose. Rose. [Meeting Imogen.] Dear Imogen I trhlawnt op the " wells." 29 Imogen. [Kissing her.] Rose, dear I Robe. To think of your journeying from the West to see me make my exit from Brydon Crescent ! But you're a good sort ; you always were. Do sit down and tell me — oh — ! let me introduce Mr. Gower. Mr. Arthur Gower — Miss Imogen Parrott. The Miss Parrott of the Olympic. AUTHUB. [Reverentially.] I know. I've seen Miss Parrott as Jupiter, and as— I forget the name — in the new comedy [Imogen and Rose sit, below the table. Rose. He forgets everything hut the parts I play, and the pieces J play in — poor child! don't you, Arthur? Arthub. [Standing by Rose, looking down upon her.] Yes — no. Well, of course I do ! How can I help it, Miss Parrott? Miss Parrott won't think the worse of me for that — will you. Miss Parrott? Mrs. Telfeb. I am going to remove my bonnet. Imogen Panrott ? 30 teelawny of the " wells," Imogen. Thank you, I'll keep my hat on, Mrs. Telfer — take care! [Mrs. Telfee, in turning to go, encounters Ablett, ■who is entering with two jugs of beer. Some of the beer is spilt. Ablett. I beg your pardon, ma'am. Mbs. Tblfeh. [Examining her skirts.] RuflBan ! [She departs. Rose. [To Aethxtb.] Go and talk to the boys. I haven't seen Miss Parrott for ages. [In backing away from them, Aethub comes against Ablett. Ablett. I beg your pardon, sir. Aethttb. I beg yours. Ablett. [Grasping Aethue's hand.] Excuse the freedom, sir, if freedom you regard it as Arthur. Eh ? X s teelawny of the " wells." 31 Ablett. You 'ave plucked the flower, sir; you 'ave stole our ch'icest blossom. Abthuk. [Trying to get away.] Yes, yes, I know Ablbtt. Cherish it, Mr. Glover 1 AllTHUB. I will, I will. Thank you [Mrs. Mossop's voice is heard calling "Ab- lett ! " Ablett releases Arthur and goes out. Arthur joins Colpoys and Tom. Rose. [To Imogen.] The carriage will be here in half an hour. I've so much to say to you. Imogen, the brilliant hits you've made I how lucky you have been! Imogen. My luck ! what about yours f BOSE. Yes, isn't this a wonderful stroke of fortune for me! Fate, Jenny! that's what it is — Fate! Fate ordains that I shall be a well-to-do fashionable lady, instead of a popular but toiling actress. Mother often used to stare into my face, when I was little, and 32 TEBLAWNY OF THE " WELLS." whisper, "Rosie, I wonder what is to be your— fate." Poor mother ! I hope she sees. Imogen. Your Arthur seems nice. EOSE. Oh, he's a dear. Very young, of course— not much more than a year older than me — than I. But he'll grow manly in time, and have mustaches, and whiskers out to here, he says. Imoqbn. How did you ? Rose. He saw me act Blanche in the The Peddler of Mar- seilles, and fell in love. Imogen. Do you prefer Blanche ? Rose. To Celestine? Oh, yes. You see, I got leave to introduce a song — where Blanche is waiting for Eaphaelon the bridge. [Singing, dramatically but in low tones.] "Ever of thee I'm fondly dream- ing " Imogen. I know [They sing together. teelawnt of the " wells." 33 Rose and Imogen. " Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer." Rose. It was singing that song that sealed my destiny, Arthur declares. At any rate, the next thing was he began sending bouquets and coming to the stage-door. Of course, I never spoke to him, never glanced at him. Poor mother brought me up in that way, not to speak to anybody, nor look. Quite right. I do hope she sees. And then ? Imogen. Rose. Imogen. Rose. Then Arthur managed to get acquainted with the Telfers, and Mrs. Telfer presented him to me. Mrs. Telfer has kept an eye on me all through. Not that it was necessary, brought up as I was — but she's a kind old soul. Imogen. And now you're going to live with his people for a time, aren't you ? Rose. Yes — on approval. 34 teblawnt of thb " 'wells." Imogen. Ha, ha, ha ! you don't mean that! Rose. Well, in a way — just to reassure them, as they put it. The Gowers have such odd ideas about theatres, and actors and actresses. Imogen. Do you think you'll like the arrangement? Rose. It '11 only be for a little while. I fancy they're prepared to take to me, especially Miss Trafalgar Gower Imogen. Trafalgar I Rose. Sir William's sister ; she was born Trafalgar year, and christened after it [Mrs. Mossop and Ablett enter, carrying trays on which are a pile of plates and various dishes of cold food — a joint, a chicken and a tongue, a ham, a pigeon pie, etc. They proceed to set out the dishes upon the table. Imogen. [Cheerfully.] Well, God bless you, my dear. I'm TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." 35 afraid 7 could a't give up the stage though, not for all the Arthurs Rose. Ah, your mother wasn't an actress. Imogen. No. Rose. Mine was, and I rememher her saying to me once, " Eose, if ever you have the chance, get out of it." Imogen. The Profession? Rose. Yes. "Gret out of it," mother said; "if ever a good man comes along, and ofiEers to marry you and to take you off the stage, seize the chance — get out of it." Imogen. Your mother was never popular, was she? Rose. Yes, indeed she was, most popular — till she grew oldish and lost her looks. Imogen. Oh, thaVs what she meant, then? Rose. Yes, that's what she meant. 36 teelawny of the " wells." Imogen. [Shivering.] Oh, lor', doesn't it make one feel de- pressed ! Rose. Poor motlier! Well, I hope she sees. Mbs. Mossop. Now, ladies and gentlemen, everything is prepared, and I do trust to your pleasure and satisfaction. Tblfer. Ladies and gentlemen, I beg you to be seated, [There is a general movement.] Miss Trelawny wiU sit 'ere, on my right. On my left, my friend Mr. Gower will sit. Next to Miss Trelawny — who will sit beside Miss Trelawny? Gadd akd Colpotb. I will. AVOOTA. No, do let me 1 [Gadd, Colpoys, and Avonia gather round EosE and wrangle for the vacant place. Rose. [Standing by her chair.] It must be a gentleman, 'Vonia. Now, if you two boys quarrel ! Gadd. Please don't push me, Colpoys! TBELAWNY OP THE " WBLLS." 37 COLPOYS. Ton my soul, Gadd ! Rose. I know how to settle it. Tom Wrench — - ! Tom. [Coming to her.'] Yes? [CoLPOYS and Gadd nuyve away, arguing. Imogen. [Seating herself.] Mr. Gadd and Mr. Colpoys shall sit by me, one on each side. [Colpoys sits on Imogen's right, Gadd on her left, AvoNiA sits between Tom and Gadd ; Mrs. Mossop on the right of CouoYS. Amid much chatter, the viands are carved by Mrs. Mossop, Telfer, and Tom. Soms plates of chicken, etc. , are handed round by Ablett, while others are passed about by those at the table. Gadd. [Quietly to Imosen, during a pause in the hub- bub.] Telfer takes the chair, you observe. Why he — more than myself, for instance? Imogen. [To Gadd.] The Telfers have lent their room 38 teelawnt of the " wells." Gadd. Their stufiFy room! that's no excuse. I repeat, Telfer has thrust himself into this position. Imogen. He's the oldest man present. Gadd. True. And he begins to age in his acting too. His H's ! scarce as pearls ! Imogen. Yes, that's shocking. Now, at the Olympic, slip an H and you're damned for ever. Gadd. And he's losing all his teeth. To act with him, it makes the house seem half empty. [Ablett is now going about pouring out the ale. Occasionally he drops his glove, misses it, and recovers it. Telfer. {To Imogen.] Miss Parrott, my dear, follow the counsel of one who has sat at many a " good man's feast " — have a little 'am. Imogen. Thanks, Mr. Telfer. [Mrs. Telfer returns. teelawnt of the " wells." 39 Mks. Telfeb. Sitting down to table in my absence ! [To Telpbe.] How is this, James? Telfer. We are pressed for time, Violet, my love. Rose. Very sorry, Mrs. Telfer. Mrs. Telfer. [Taking her place, between Arthtjk and Mrs. MossoF— gloomily.] A strange proceeding. Rose. Rehearsal was over so late. [To Telfer.] You didn't get to the last act till a quarter to one, did you? AVOHIA. [Taking off her hat and flinging it across the table to CoLPOVS.] Gus ! catch ! Put it on the sofa, there's a dear boy. [CoLPOYS perches the hat upon his head, and behaves in a ridiculous, mincing way. Ablett is again convulsed with laughter. Some of the others are amused also, but more moderately. Take that off, Gus ! Mr. Colpoys, you just take my hat off! [Colpoys rises, imitating the manners of a woman, and deposits the hat on the sofa. 40 trblawny op the " wells." Ablett. Ho, ho, ho! oh, don't Mr. Colpoys! oh, don't, sirl [CoLPOYS returns to the table. Gadd. [Quietly to Imogen.] It makes me sick to watch Colpoys in private life. He'd stand on his head in the street, if he could get a ragged infant to laugh at him. [PicMng the leg of a fowl furiously.] What I say is this. Why can't an actor, in private life, be simply a gentleman? [Loudly and haughtily.] More tongue here 1 Ablett. [Hurrying to him.] Yessir, certainly, sir. [Again discomposed by some antic on the part of Coipoys.] Oh, don't, Mr. Colpoys! [Going to Telfer ufith Gadd's plate — speaking while Telfee carves a slice of tongue.] I shan't easily forget this afternoon, Mr. Telfer. [Exhausted.] This '11 be something to tell Mrs. Ablett. Ho, ho! oh, dear, oh, dear ! [Ablett, averting his face from Colpoys, brings back Gadd's plate. By an un- fortunate chance, Ablett's glove has found its way io the plate and is handed to Gadd by Ablett. Gadd. [Picking up the glove in disgust.] Merciful pow- ers ! what's this ! tbelawnt of the " wells." 41 Ablbtt. [Taking the glove.] I beg your pardon, sir— my error, entirely. [A firm rat-tat-tat at the front door is heard. There is a general exclamation. At the same moment Sarah, a diminutive ser- vant in a crinoline, appears in the door- way. Sarah. [Breathlessly.] The kerridge has just drove up ! [Imogen, Gadd, Colpots, and Avonia go to the loindows, open them, and look out. Mrs. Mossop hurries away, pushing Sarah before her. Telfee. Dear me, dear me ! before a single speech has been made. Avonia. [At the window.] Rose, do look ! Imogen. [At the other window. ] Come here, Bose ! Rose. [Shaking her head.] Ha, ha! I'm in no hurry; I shall see it often enough. [Turning to Tom.] Well, the time has arrived. [Laying down her knife and fork.] Oh, I'm so sorry, now. 42 tbelawnt of the " wells." Tom. [Brusquely.] Are you ? I'm glad. Rose, Grlad! that is hateful of you, Tom Wrench! Akthxtr. [Looking at his watch.] The carriage is certainly two or three minutes before its time, Mr. Telfer. Tblfkr. Two or three ! The speeches, my dear sir, the speeches! [Mrs. Mossop returns, panting. Mrs. Mosbop. The footman, a nice-looking young man with hazel eyes, says the carriage and pair can wait for a little bit. They must be back by three, to take their lady into the Park Telfer. [Rising.] Ahem! Resume your seats, I beg. Ladies and gentlemen AVONIA. Wait, wait! we're not ready! [Imogen, Gadd, Colpoys, and Avonia return to their places. Mrs. Mossop also sits again. Ablett stands by the door. trblawnt of the " wells." 43 Telfbr. [Producing a paper from his breast-pocket.] Ladles and gentlemen, I devoted some time this morning to the preparation of a list of toasts. I now 'old that list in my hand. The first toast [He pauses, to assume a pair of spectacles. Gadd. [To Imogen.] He arranges the toast-list! he ! Imogen. [To Gadd.] Hush! Tblpbr. The first toast that figures 'ere is, naturally, that of The Queen. [Laying his hand on Aethxtr's shoulder.] With my young friend's chariot at the door, his horses pawing restlessly and fretfully upon the stones, I am prevented from enlarging, from ex- patiating, upon the merits of this toast. Suffice it, both Mrs. Telfer and I have had the honor of acting before Her Majesty upon no less than two occasions. Gadd. [To Imogen.] Tsch, tsch, tsch ! an old story! Telfer. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you— [fo Colpoys] — the malt is with you, Mr. Colpoys. 44 TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." COLPOTS. [Handing the ale to Telfee.] Here you are, Telfer. Tblfbr. [Filling his glass. ] I give you The Queen, coupling with that toast the name of Miss Violet Sylvester — Mrs. Telfer — formerly, as you are aware, of the Theatre Eoyal, Drury Lane. Miss Sylvester has so frequently and, if I may say so, so nobly imperson- ated the various queens of tragedy that I cannot but feel she is a fitting person to acknowledge our expres- sion of loyalty. [Raising his glass.'] The Queen ! And Miss Violet Sylvester! [All rise, except Mrs. Telfer, and drink the toast. After drinking Mrs. Mossop passes her tumbler to Ablett. Ablett. The Queen ! Miss Vi'lent Sylvester ! [He drinks and returns the glass to Mrs. Mossop. The company being reseated, Mrs. Telfer rises. Her reception is a polite one. Mrs. Telfer. [Heavily.] Ladies and gentlemen, I have played fourteen or fifteen queens in my time teblawnt of the " wells." 45 Telfbr. Thirteen, my love, to be exact; I was calculating this morning. Mes. Telpek. Very well, I have played thirteen of 'em. And, as parts, they are not worth a tinker's oath. I thank you for the favor with which you have received me. [She sits; the applause is heartier. During the demonstration Sarah appears in tJie doorway, with a kitchen chair. Ablett. [To Saeah.] Wot's all this? Sarah. [To Ablett.] Is the speeches on? Ablett. H'on ! yes, and you be h'ofip ! [She places the chair against the open door and sits, full of determination. At inter- vals Ablett vainly represents to her the impropriety of lier proceeding. Tblfek. [Again rising.'] Ladies and gentlemen. Bumpers, I charge ye ! The toast I 'ad next intended to pro- pose was Our Immortal Bard, Shakspere, and I had meant, myself, to 'ave offered a few remarks in response 46 TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." Gadd. [To Imogen, bitterly.] Hal Telfek. But with our friend's horses champing their bits, I am compelled — nay, forced — to postpone this toast to a later period of the day, and to give you now what we may justly designate the toast of the afternoon. Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to lose, to part with, one of our companions, a young comrade who came amongst us many months ago, who in fact joined the company of the "Wells "last February twelve- month, after a considerable experience in the provinces of this great country. Hear, hear I COLPOYS. AvONIA. [Tearfully.] Hear, hear! [With a sob.] I de- tested her at first. Order ! Be quiet, 'Vonia I COLPOTS. Imogen. Telpek. Her late mother an actress, herself made familiar with the stage from childhood if not from infancy, Miss Rose Trelawny — for I will no longer conceal TBELAWIOr or THE " WELLS." 4Y from you that it is to Miss Trelawny I refer [Loud applause.] Miss Trelawny is the stuff of 'which great actresses are made. All. Hear, heart Ableti. [Softly.] 'Ear, 'earl Tklfbk. So much for the actress. Now for the young lady — nay, the woman, the gyirl. Eose is a good girl [Loud applatise, to which Ablett and Sabah con- tribute largely. Avonla rises and impulsively embraces Rose. She is recalled to her seat by a general remonstrance.] A good girl Mks. Telpeb. [Clutching a knife.] Yes, and I should like to hear anybody, man or woman ! Tblfbb. She is a good girl, and will be long remembered by us as much for her private virtues as for the com- manding authority of her genius. [More applause, during which there is a sharp altercation between Ablett and Sarah.] And now, what has happened to "the expectancy and Bose of the fair state "? Imogen. Good, Telferl goodl 48 tbelawnt op the " wells." Gadd. [ro Imogen.] Tsch, tschl forced! forced! Tblfeb. I will tell yovL— [impressively}— a. man has crossed her path. Ablbtt. [In a low voice.] Shame ! Mkb. Mossop. [Turning to him.} Mr. Ablett ! Tblfeb. A man — ah, but also a gentle-man. [Applavse.} A gentleman of probity, a gentleman of honor, and a gentleman of wealth and station. That gentleman, with the modesty of youth, — for I may tell you at once that 'e is not an old man, — comes to us and asks us to give him this gyirl to wife. And, friends, we have done so. A few preliminaries 'ave, I believe, still to be concluded between Mr. Gower and his family, and then the bond will be signed, the com- pact entered upon, the mutual trust accepted. Riches this youthful pair will possess — but what is gold? May they be rich in each other's society, in each other's love! May they — I can wish them no greater joy — be as happy in their married life as my — my — as Miss Sylvester and I 'ave been in ours ! [Rais- ing his glass.] Miss Rose Trelawny — Mr. Arthur TBELAWNY OP THE " WELLS." 49 Gk)wer! [The toast is drunk by the company, up- standing. Three cheers are called for fcy Colpoys, and given. Those who have risen then sit.] Miss Trelawny. Rose. [Weeping.] No, no, Mr. Telfer. Mrs. Tblfeb. [To Telfeb, softly.] Let her be for a minute, James. Telfbk. Mr. Gower. [Arthur rises and is well received. Arthxtr. Ladies and gentlemen , I — I would I were endowed with Mr. Telfer's flow of — of — of splendid eloquence. But I am no orator, no speaker, and therefore cannot tell you how highly — how deeply I appreciate the — the compliment Ablett. You deserve it, Mr. G-lover ! Mrs. Mossof. Hush! Arthttr. All I can say is that I regard Miss Trelawny in the light of a — a solemn charge, and I — I trust that, if 50 TBELAWNT OP THB " "WELLS, ever I have the pleasure of— of meeting any of you again, I shall be able to render a good — a — a — satis- factory — satisfactory Tom. [In an audible whisper.] Account. Arthur. Account of the way — of the way — in which I — in ■which [Lovd applause.] Before I bring these observations to a conclusion, let me assure you that it has been a great privilege to me to meet — to have been thrown with — a band of artists — whose talents — whose striking talents — whose talents Tom. [Kindly, behind his hand.] Sit down. Akthur. [Helplessly.] "Whose talents not only interest and instruct the — the more refined residents of this district, but whose talents Imogen. [Quietly to Colpoys.] Get him to sit down. Arthur. The fame of whose talents, I should say TEELAWNT OF THB " WELLS." 51 COLPOYB. [Quietly to Mrs. Mossop.] He's to sit down. Tell Mother Telfer. Abthur. The fame of whose talents has spread to — to regions Mks. Mossop. [Quietly to Mrs. Tblfee.] They say he's to sit down. Akthub. To — to quarters of the town— to quarters Mrs. Telfbk. [To Arthur.] Sit down ! Abthub. Eh? Mrs. Tblfeb. You finished long ago. Sit down. Akthue. Thank you. I'm exceedingly sorry. Great Heavens, how wretchedly I've done it 1 [He sits, burying his head in his hands. More applause. 62 teblawnt of the ' wells. Tblpeb. Bose, my child. [Rose starts to her feet. The rest rise vnih her, and cheer again, and wave handker- chiefs. She goes from one to the other, round the table, embracing and kissing and crying over them all excitedly. Sarah is kissed, but upon Ablett is bestowed only a handshake, to his evident dissatisfaction. Imogen runs to the piano and strikes up the air of ' ' Ever of Thee. " When Rose gets back to the place she mounts her chair, with the aid of Tom and Telfeb, and faces them with flashing eyes. They pull the flowers out of the vases and throw them at her. EOSE. Mr. Telfer, Mrs. Telfer! My friends! Boys! Ladies and gentlemen! No, don't stop, Jenny! go on! [Singing, her arms stretched out to them.'] " Ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming, Thy gentle voice " You remember ! the song I sang in The Peddler of Marseilles— w\\\c\i made Arthur fall in love with me ! Well, I know I shall dream of you, of all of you, very often, as the song says. Don't believe {wiping away her tears], oh, don't believe that, because I shall have married a swell, you and the old "Wells "—the dear old " WeUs " ! [Cheers. tbelawny op the " wells." 53 Rose. You and the old "Wells " will have hecome nothing to me ! No, many and many a night you will see me in the house, looking down at you from the Circle — me and my husband Arthub. Yes, yes, certainly! Robe. And if you sejd for me I'll come behind the curtain to you, and sit with you and talk of bygone times, these times that end to-day. And shall I tell you the moments which will be the happiest to me in my life, however happy I may be with Arthur? Why, when- ever I find that I am recognized by people, and pointed out — people in the pit of a theatre, in the street, no matter where; and when I can fancy they're saying to each other, "Look! that was Miss Trelawny! you remember — Trelawny! Trelawny of the 'WeUs!'" [They cry " Trelawny ! " and ' ' Trelawny of the ' Wells ! ' " and again " Trelawny ! " vxildly. Then there is the sound of a sharp rat-tat at the front door. Imogen leaves the piano and looks out of the unndow. Imogen. [To somebody below.] What is it? 64 TEBLAWNT OP THE " WELLS," A Voice. Miss Trelawny, ma'am. We can't wait. Rose. [Weakly.] Oh, help me down [They assist her, and gather round her. ENB OF THE FIRST ACT. TEELATVNT OF THE " WELLS." 65 THE SECOND ACT. The scene represents a spacious drawing-room in a house in Cavendish Square. The walls are somber in tons, the ceiling dingy, the hangings, though rich, are faded, and altogether the ap- pearance of the room is solemn, formal, and depressing. On the right are folding-doors admitting to a further drawing-room. Beyond these is a single door. The wall on the left is mainly occupied by three sash-windows. The wall facing the spectators is divided by two pilasters into three panels. On the center panel is a large mirror, reflecting the fireplace; on the right hangs a large oil painting— a portrait of Sir William Gower in his judicial wig and robes. On the left hangs a companion picture — a portrait of Miss Gower. In the corners of the room there are marble columns supporting classical busts, and betiveen the doors stands another marble column, upon which is an oil lamp. Against the lower window there are two chairs and a card-table. Behind a further table supporting a lamp stands a three-fold screen. The lamps are lighted, but the curtains are not drawn, and outside the windows it is twilight. 66 TBKLAWNT OF THE " WELLS." [SiK William Gower is seated, near a table, asleep, with a newspaper over his head, concealing his face. Miss Trafalgar Gower is sitting at the further end of a couch, also asleep, and with a newspaper over her head. At the lower end of this couch sits Mrs. de Fcenix — Clara — a young lady of nineteen, with a ^^ mar- ried" air. She is engaged upon some crochet work. On the other side of the room, near a table. Rose is seated, wear- ing the look of a boredom which has reached the stony stage. On another couch Arthxtr sits, gazing at his boots, his hands in his pockets. On the right of this couch stands Captain de Fcenix, leaning against the wall, his mouth open, his head thrown back, and his eyes closed. De Fcenix is a young man of seven-and-twenty — an example of the heavily-whiskered " swell" of the period. Everybody is in dinner-dress. After a moment or two Arthur rises and tiptoes down to Rose. Clara raises a warning finger and says "■Hush!" He nods to her, in assent. Aetbtor. [On Rose's left — in a whisper. 1 Quiet, isn't it? tbelawnt of the " wells." st Rose. [To him, in a whisper.] Quiet! Arthur ! [Clutching his arm.] Oh, this dreadful half-hour after dinner, every, every evening ! Aethtir. [Creeping across to the right of the table and sit- ting there.] Grandfather and Aunt Trafalgar must wake up soon. They're longer than usual to-night. Rose. [To him, across the table.] Your sister Clara, over there, and Captain de Fcenix — when they were court- ing, did they have to go through this? Akthue. Yes. Rose. And now that they are married, they still endure it! Aethue, Yes. Robe. And we, when we are married, Arthur, shall we ? Abthitb. Yes. I suppose so. 68 teblawnt op the " 'wblls." Rose. [Passing her hand across her brow.] Phe — ew ! [De Fcenix, fast asleep, is now swaying, and in danger of toppling over. Claea grasps the situation and rises. Claba. \In a guttural whisper.] Ah, Frederick! no, no, no! BOSE AND AkTHUR. [Turning in their chairs.] Eh — what ? ah — h — h— h! [As Clara reaches her husband, he lurches forward into her arms. De Fcenix. [His eyes bolting.] Oh! who 1 Clara. Frederick dear, wake ! De Pcbnix. [Dazed.] How did this occur? Clara. You were tottering, and I caught you. De Fcbkix. [Collecting his senses.] I wemember. I placed myself in an upwight position, dearwest, to prewent myself dozing. teelawnt of the " wells." 59 Claka. [Sinking on to the couch.] How you alarmed me ! [Seeing that Rose is laughing, De Fcenix comes down to her. De Fcenix. [In a low voice.] Might have been a very serwious accident, Miss Trelawny. Rose. [Seating herself on the footstool.] Never mind! [Pointing to the chair she has vacated.] Sit down and talk. [He glances at the old people and shakes his head.] Oh, do, do, do ! do sit down, and let us all have a jolly whisper. [He sits.] Thank you, Captain Fred. Go on! tell me something— any- thing; something about the military De Fgbnix. [Again looking at the old people, then wagging his finger at 'Rose.] I know; you want to get me into a wow. [Settling himself into his chair.] Howwid girl ! BOBE. [De^airingly.] Oh— h— h! [Th^re is a brief pause, and then the sound of a street-organ, playing in the distance, is heard. The air is " Ever of Thee." 60 teelawny of the " wells. Rose. Hark! [Excitedly.] Hark! Claka, Akthub, and Db Fcbnix. Hush ! Robe. [Heedlessly.] The song I sang in The Peddler— The Peddler of Marseilles! the song that used to make you cry, Arthur ! [They attempt vainly to hush her down, hut she continues dra- matically, in hoarse whispers.] And then Raphael entera — comes on to the bridge. The music con- tinues, softly. "Eaphael, why have you kept me waiting? Man, do you wish to break my heart — [thumping her breast] a woman's hear — r — rt, Eaphael? " [Sib William and Miss Gower suddenly whip off their newspapers and sit erect. Sir William is a grim, bullet-headed old gentleman of about severity ; Miss Gower a spare, prim lady, of gentle manners, verging upon sixty. They stare at each other for a moment, silently. Sir William. What a hideous riot, Trafalgar! Miss Gower. Bose, dear, I hope I have been mistaken — but ROSE TRELAWNY. TEELAWNT OP THE " WELLS." 61 through my sleep I fancied I could hear you shriek- ing at the top of your voice. [Sir William gets on to his feet; all rise, except Rose, who remains seated sullenly. SiK William. Trafalgar, it is becoming impossible for you and me to obtain repose. [Turning his head sharply.] Ha! is not that a street-organ? [To Miss Gowbe.] An organ? MiSB GOWER. Undoubtedly. An organ in the Square, at this hour of the evening — singularly out of place ! Sir William. [Looking round.] Well, well, well, does no one stir? Robe. [Under her breath.] Oh, don't stop it ! [Claea goes out quickly. With a great show of activity Aethue and Db Fcenix hurry across tlie room and, when there, do nothing. Sir William. [Ccmiing upon Rose and peering down at her.] What are ye upon the floor for, my dear? Have we no cheers? [To Miss Gowhr— producing his snuff- box.] Do we lack cheers here, Trafalgar? 62 tbelawnt of the " wells." Miss Goweb. [Going to Rose.] My dear Eose ! [Raising her.] Come, come, come, this is quite out of place ! Young ladies do not crouch and huddle upon the ground — do they, William? Sib William. [Taking snuff.] A moment ago I should have hazarded the opinion that they do not. [Chuckling unpleasantly.] He, he, hel [Claea returns. The organ music ceases abruptly. Claba. [Coming to Sm Welllam.] Charles was just run- ning out to stop the organ when I reached the hall, grandpa. Sib William. Ye'd surely no intention, Clara, of venturing, yourself, into the public street— the open Square ? Clara. [Faintly.] I meant only to wave at the man from the door Miss GOWER. Oh, Clara, that would hardly have been in place f Sir William. [Raising his hands.] In mercy's name, Trafalgar, what is befalling my household? teelawny op the " weixs." 63 Miss Gower. [Bursting into tears.] Oh, William ! [Rose and Claba creep away and join the others. Miss Gowee totters to SiE Wil- liam and drops her head upon his breast. Sib William. Tut, tut, tut, tut! Miss Go-web. [Between her sobs.] I — I — I— I know what is in your mind. Sm William. [Drawing a long breath.] Ah — h — h— h ! Miss Goweb. Oh, my dear brother, be patient I Sib William. Patient I Miss Goweb. Forgive me; I should have said hopeful. Be hopeful that I shall yet succeed in ameliorating the disturbing conditions which are affecting us so cruelly. Sib William. Ye never will, Trafalgar; I've tried. 64 tkelawny of the " wells." Miss Gowbr. Oh, do not despond already! I feel sure there are good ingredients in Rose's character. [Clinging to him.l In time, William, we shall shape her to be a fitting wife for our rash and unfortunate Arthur {He shakes his head.'] In time, William, in time! Sni William. [Soothing her.] Well, well, well! there, there, there I At least, my dear sister, I am perfectly aweer that I possess in you the woman above all others whose example should compel such a trans- formation. Miss Gower. [Throwing her arms about his neck.] Oh, brother, what a compliment ! Sib William. Tut, tut, tut! And now, before Charles sets the card-table, don't you think we had better — eh, Tra- falgar? Miss Gowek. Yes, yes — our disagreeable duty; let us discharge it. [SiE WiLLLiM takes snuff.] Rose, dear, be seated. [To everybody:] The Vice Chancellor has something to say to us. Let us all be seated. [There is consternation among the young people. All sit. teklawnt of the " wells." 65 Sir William. [Peering about him.'] Are ye seated? Etbrtbody. Sir William. What I desire to say is this. When Miss Trelawny took up her residence here, it was thought proper, in the peculiar circumstances of the case, that you, Arthur— [pointing a finger at Akth0e] you Akthue. Yes, sir. Sir William. That you should remove yourself to the establish- ment of your sister Clara and her husband in Holies Street, round the corner Arthur. Yes, sir. Clara. Yes, grandpa. Db Fcenix. Certainly, Sir William. Sir William. Taking your food in this house, and spending other certain hours here, under the surveillance of your great-aunt Trafalgar. 66 teelawnt of the " wells." Miss Gower. Yes, William. Sib William. This was considered to be a decorous, and, toward Miss Trelawny, a highly respectful, course to pursue. ASTHUB. Yes, sir. MlBS GOWEB. Any other course would have been out of place. Sib William. And yet — [again extending a finger at Aethub} what is this that is reported to me? Abthub. I don't know, sir. Sm William. I hear that ye have on several occasions, at night, after having quitted this house with Captain and Mrs. De Fcenix, been seen on the other side of the way, your back against the railings, gazing up at Miss Trelawny's window; and that you have re- mained in that position for a considerable space of time. Is this true, sir? Rose. [Boldly.^ Yes, Sir William. TEBLAWNT OP THE " WELLS." 67 Snt William. I venture to put a question to my grandson, Miss Trelawny. Abthur. Yes, sir, it is quite true. Sir William. Then, sir, let me acqueent you that these are not the manners, nor the practices, of a gentleman. Ahthub. No, sir? Sir William. No, sir, they are the manners, and the practices, of a Troubadour. Miss Qowbb. A troubadour in Cavendish Square! quite out of place! Arthur. I — I'm very sorry, sir; I — I never looked at it in that light. Sir William. [Snuffing.] Ah— h— h— h! ho! pi— i— i— sh! Arthur. But at the same time, sir, I dare say — of course I don't speak from precise knowledge— but I dare say there were a good many — a good many 68 teblawnt of the " wells." Sib William. Good many — what sir? Abthur. A good many very respectable troubadours, sir Rose. [Starting to her feet, heroically and defiantly.'\ And what I wish to say, Sir William, is this. I wish to avow, to declare before the world, that Arthur and I have had many lengthy interviews while he has been stationed against those railings over there ; I murmuring to him softly from my bedroom win- dow, he responding in tremulous whispers Sir William. [Struggling to his feet]. You— you tell me such things ! [All rise. Miss Gowbr. The Square, in which we have resided for years ! Our neighbors ! Sir William. [Shaking a trembling hand at Aethue, ] Th e — the character of my house ! Arthur. Again I am extremely sorry, sir — but these are the only confidential conversations Rose and I now enjoy. TEELAWNT OP THE " WELLS." 69 Sm William. [ Turning upon Claea and De FcBasnx. ] And you, Captain de Foenix — an ofiBcer and a gentleman ! and you, Clara ! this could scarcely have heen without your cognizance, without, perhaps, your approval ! [Charles, in plush and powder and wearing luxuriant whiskers, enters, carrying two branch candlesticks with lighted candles. Chables. The cawd- table, Sir William? Miss Gowbb. [Agitatedly.] Yes, yes, by all means, Charles; the card- table, as usual. \To Sm William.] A rub- ber will comfort you, soothe you — - [Charles carries the candlesticks to the card- table, Sir William and Miss Gower seat themselves upon a couch, she with her arm through his affeetionately. Clara and De Fcenk get behind the screen; their scared faces are seen occasionally over the top of it. Charles brings the card- table, opens it and arranges it, placing four chairs, which he collects from differ- ent parts of the room, round the table. Rose and Arthur talk in rapid under- tones. 70 TEELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." Boss. Infamous! infamous! Arthtir. Be calm, Rose, dear, be calm ! BOBE. Tyrannical ! diabolical ! I cannot endure it. [She throws herself into a chair. He stands behind her, apprehensively, endeavoring to calm her. Arthur. [Over her shoulder.] They mean well, dearest EOSE. [Hysterically.] Well! ha, ha, ha! Arthur. But they are rather old-fashioned people BOSE. Old-fashioned ! they belong to the time when men and women were put to the torture. I am being tortured — mentally tortured Arthur. They have not many more years in this world trelawnt op the " wells." 71 Robe. Nor I, at this rate, many more months. They are killing me— like Agnes in The Specter of St. Ives. She expires, in the fourth act, as I shall die in Cavendish Square, painfully, of no recognized disorder Akthuk. And anything we can do to make them happy Kobe. To make the Vice Chancellor happy ! I won't try ! I will not ! he's a fiend, a vampire ! Arthur. Oh, hush ! Rose. [Snatching up Sm William's snuff-box, which he has left upon the table.] His snuff-box ! I wish I could poison his snuff, as Lucrezia Borgia would have done. She would have removed him within two hours of my arrival — I mean, her arrival. [Opening the snuff-box and mimicking Sie William.] And here he sits and lectures me, and dictates to me ! to Miss Trelawny ! "I venture to put a question to my grandson, Miss Trelawny!" Ha, ha! [Taking _ a pinch of snuff, thoughtlessly but vigorously.] "Yah — h — h — h! pish! Have we no cheers ? do we lack cheers here, Trafalgar? " [Suddenly.] Oh ! Arthub. What have you done? Kobe. [In suspense, replacing the snuff-box.] The snuff ! Arthtob. Eose, dear ! Kobe. {Putting her handkerchief to her nose, and ris- ing.] Ah ! [Chakles, having prepared the card-table, and arranged the candlestichs upon it, has withdrawn. Miss Gowee and Sir William now rise. MiSB GOWUR. The table is prepared, William. Arthur, I assume you would prefer to sit and contemplate Bose ? Abthtjb. Thank you, aunt. [Rose sneezes violently, and is led away, helplessly, by Arthur. Miss Goweb. [To Rose.] Oh, my dear child ! [Looking round.] Where are Frederick and Clara? teblawnt of the " wells." 73 Claba and Db F(bnix. [Appearing from behind the screen, shamefacedly.] Here. [The intending players cut the pack and seat themselves. Sm William sits facing Captain de Fcenix, Miss Gowee on the right of the table, and Clara on the left. Abtedb. [While this is going on, to Boss.] Are you in pain, dearest? Rose ! Rose:. Agony ! Aethub. Pinch your upper lip [She sneezes tvoice, loudly, and sinks back upon the couch. Sib William. [Testily.] Sssh ! sssh ! sssh ! this is to be whist, I hope. Miss Gowee. Bose, Bose ! young ladies do not sneeze quite so continuously. [Db Fcenix is dealing. Sib William:. [With gu^to.] I will thank you, Captain de Fcenix, to exercise your intelligence this evening to its furthest limit. 'I4t TBELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." De PffiNIX. I'll twy, sir. Sm WlLUAM. [Laughing unpleasantly.] He, he, he ! last night, sir Claba. Poor Fredericli had toothache last night, grandpa. Sir William. [Tartly.] Whist is whist, Clara, and toothache is toothache. We will endeavor to keep the two things distinct, if you please. He, he ! MlBS GOWEE. Your interruption was hardly in place, Clara, dear, —ah! De Fcenix. Hey! what ? Miss Gowek. A misdeal. Clara. [Faintly.] Oh, Frederick ! Sns William. [Partly rising.] Captain de Foenix ! teelawky of the " weiils." '15 Db Fcenix. I — I'm fwightfuUy gwieved, sir [The cards are re-dealt by Miss Gowee. Rose now gives way to a violent paroxysm of sneezing. Sir William rises. Miss Gowbh. William ! [The players rise. Sir William. [To the players.] Is this whist, may I ask? [They sit. Sir William. [Standing.] Miss Trelawny BOBB. [Weakly.] I — I think I had better— what d'ye call it? — withdraw for a few moments. Sir William. [Sitting again.] Do so. [Rose disappears. Arthur is leaving the room with her. Miss Gowek. [Sharply.] Arthur ! where are you going? Arthur. [Returning promptly.] I beg your pardon, aunt. 76 TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." MiSB GOWBB. Really, Arthur ! Sm William. [Baj^ng upon the table.] Tscb, tsch, tsch 1 Miss Gowbb. Forgive me, William. [They play, SiK "William. [Intent upon his cards.] My snuff-box, Arthur; be so obleeging as to search for it. Aethtib. [Brightly.] I'll bring it to you, sir. It is on the Sir William. Keep your voice down, sir. We are playing — [emphatically throwing down a card, as fourth player] whist. Mine. Miss Gowbb. [Picking up the trick.] No, William. Sir William. [Glaring.] No! Miss Gowee. Clara played a trump. TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." 77 DB FtENIX. Yes, sir, Clara played a trump— :the seven 8m William. I will not trouble you, Captain de Fcenix, to echo Miss Gower's information. De F(Eiax. Vevy sowwy, sir. MiBB QOWEB. [Gently.] It was a little out of place, Frederick. Sm William. Sssh! whist. [Arthur is now on Sir William's right, vyith the snuff-box.] Eh? what? [Taking the snuff-box from Arthur.] Oh, thank ye. Much obleeged, much obleeged. [Arthur walks atvay and picks up a book. Sir William turns in his chair, watching Arthur. Miss Gower. Tou to play, William. [A pausei] William, dear ? [She also turns, following the direction of his gaze. Laying down his cards, Sir Wil- liam leaves the card-table and goes over to Arthur slowly. Those at the card-table look on apprehensively. ^8 teelawnt of the " wells." Sib Willtam. [In a queer voice.'] Arthur. Aethur. [Shutting his booJc] Excuse me, grandfather. Sib William. Ye — ^ye're a troublesome young man, Arthur. Akthub. I— I don't mean to be one, sir. Sir William. As your poor father was, before ye. And if you are fool enough to marry, and to beget children, doubtless your son will follow the same course. [Talcing snuff.] Y— y — ^yes, but I shall be dead V gone by that time, it's likely. Ah — h — h — h! pi — i — i — sh ! I shall be sitting in the Court Above by that time [From the adjoining room comes the sound of Eose's voice singing "Ever of Thee" to the piano. There is great consternation at the card-table. Arthur is moving towards the folding- doors. Sir William detains him.] No, no, let her go on, I beg. Let her continue. [Returning to the card-table, with deadly calmness.] We will sus- pend our game while this young lady performs her operas. Miss GOWER. [Rising and taking his arm.] William 1 TKBLAWNT OF THE " WELLS." 79 Sib WrLLiAM. [In the same tone.] I fear this is no longer a com- fortable home for ye, Trafalgar; no longer the home for a gentlewoman. I apprehend that in these days my house approaches somewhat closely to a Pande- monium. [Suddenly taking up the cards, in a fury, and flinging them across the room.} And this is whist — whist ! [Claea and Dk Fcenix rise and stand together. Artbur pushes open the upper part of the folding-doors. Abthub. Bosel stopl Bose! [The song ceases and Rose appears. Robe. [At the folding-doors. ] Did anyone call f Akthtjb. You have upset my grandfather. Miss Goweb. Miss Trelawny, how — how dare you do anything so — so out of place? Rose. There's a piano in there, Miss Gower, 80 trelawnt of the " wells." Miss Goweb. You are acquainted with the rule of this house- hold — no music when the Vice Chancellor is within doors. Rose. But there are so many rules. One of them is that you may not sneeze. Miss Gower. Ha ! you must never answer BOSE. No, that's another rule. Miss Goweb. Oh, for shame! Arthtje. You see, aunt, Rose is young, and — and — you make no allowance for her, give her no chance Miss Goweb. Great Heaven ! what is this you are charging me with? Aethtte. I don't think the "rules " of this house are fair to Eose ! oh, I must say it — they are horribly unfair 1 Miss Goweb. [Clinging to Sib WillulM.] Brother! TEBLAWNY OF THE " WELLS." 81 Sm William: . Trafalgar ! [Putting her aside and advancing to Arthur.] Oh, indeed, sir! and so you deliberately accuse your great-aunt of acting toward ye and Miss Trelawny maid fide AUTHUK. Grandfather, what I intended to Sir William. I will afford ye the opportunity of explaining what ye intended to convey, downstairs, at once, in the library. [A general shudder.^ Obleege me by fol- lowing me, sir. [To Clara and De Fcenix.] Cap- tain de Fcenix, I see no prospect of any further social relaxation this evening. Tou and Clara will do me the favor of attending in the hall, in readiness to take this young man back to Holies Street. [Giving his arm to Miss Gower.] My dear sister [To Arthur.] Now, sir. [Sir William and Miss Gower go out. Arthur comes to Eose and kisses her. Arthue. Good-night, dearest. Oh, good-night! Oh, Eose 1 Sir William. [Outside the door.] Mr. Arthur Gower I 82 teblawnt op the " wells." Aethtjb. I am coming, sir [He goes out quicMy. De Fcenix. [Approaching Rose and taking her hand sympa- thetically.^ Haw ! I — weally — haw! Rose. Yes, I know what you would say. Thank you, Captain Fred. Claba. [Embracing Eose.] Never mind I we will con- tinue to let Arthur out at night as usual. I am a married woman ! [joining De Fcenix], and a married woman wUl turn, if you tread upon her often enough ! [De Fcenix and Clara depart. Rose. [Pacing the room, shaking her hands in the air desperately. 1 Oh — h — h! ah— h — h! [The upper part of the folding-doors opens, and Charles appears. Chables. [Mysterioualy.l Miss Eo.se Rose. What ? tkblawnt of the " wells." 83 Charles. [Advancing.] I see Sir William h'and the rest descend the stairs. I 'ave been awaitin' the chawnce of 'andin' you this, Miss Rose. [He produces a dirty scrap of paper, wet and limp, with writing upon it, and gives it to her. KOSB. [Handling it daintly.] Oh, it's damp ! Chableb. Yes, miss ; a little gentle shower 'ave been takin' place h'outside — 'eat spots, cook says. Robe. [Reading.] Ah ! from some of my friends. Charles. [Behind his hand.] Perfesshunnal, Miss Rose? Robe. [Intent upon the note.] Yes— yes Charles. I was reprimandin' the organ, miss, when I observed them lollin' against the square railin's examinin' h'our premises, and they wentured for to beckon me. An egstremely h'affable party, miss. [Hiding his face.] Hoi one of them caused me to lafEl 84 teelawnt of the " wells." Robe. [Excitedly.] They want to speak to lae— [refer- ring to the note] to impart something to me of an important nature. Oh, Charles, I know not what to do! Chables. [Languishingly.] Whatever friends may loll against them railin's h'opposite, Miss Kose, you 'ave one true friend in this 'ouse— Cbawles Gibbons Robe. Thank you, Charles. Mr. Briggs, the butler, is sleeping out to-night, isn't he? Chableb. Yes, miss, he 'ave leave to sleep at his sister's. I 'appen to know he 'ave gone to Cremorne. Robe. Then, when Sir WUliam and Miss Gower have retired, do you think you could let me go forth ; and wait at the front door while I run across and grant my friends a hurried interview? Charles. Suttingly, miss. Robe. If it reached the ears of Sir William, or Miss Gower, you would lose your place, Charles ! teelawnt of the " wells." 85 Chables. [Haughtily.] I'm aweer, miss; but Sir William was egstremely rood to me dooring dinner, over that mis'ap to the on tray [A bell rings violently. S'william I [He goes out. The rain is heard pattering against the window panes. Rose goes from one window to another, looking out. It is now almost black outside the windows. Robe. [Discovering her friends.] Ah! yes, yes! ah — h — h— h 1 [She snatches an antimacassar from a chair and jumping onto the couch, waves it frantically to those outside.] The dears 1 the darlings ! the faith- ful creatures ! [Listening.] Oh ! [She descends, in a hurry, and flings the anti- macassar under the couch, as Miss GowEE enters. At the same moment there is a vivid flash of lightning. Miss Goweb. [Startled.] Oh, how dreadful! [To EosE, frigidly.] The Vice Chancellor has felt the few words he has addressed to Arthur, and has retired for the night. [There is a roll of thunder. Rose alarmed. Miss Go wee clings to a chair.] Mercy on us! Go to bed, child, directly. We will all go to our beds, hoping to awake to-morrow in a meeker 86 TEBLAWNT OF THE " WELLS. and more submissive spirit. [Kissing Rose upon the brow.] Good-night. [Another flash of lightning.] Oh 1 Don't omit to say your prayers, Rose — and in a simple manner. I always fear that, from your peculiar training, you may declaim them. That is so out of place— oh ! [Another roll of thunder. Rose goes across the room, meeting Charles, who enters carrying a lantern. They exchange significant glances, and she disappears. Chableb. [Coming to Miss Gowee.] I am now at liberty to accompany you round the 'ouse, ma'am [A flash of lightning. Miss Gowek. Ah 1 [Her hand to her heart.] Thank you, Charles — but to-night I must ask you to see that everything is secure, alone. This storm — so very seasonable; but, from girlhood, I could never [A roll of thunder.] Oh, good-night ! [She flutters away. The rain heats still more violently upon the window panes. Chables. [Olaruiing at the window.] Ph— e— e— wl Gi-eat 'evans ! [He is dropping the curtains at the window when Rose appears at the folding-doors. teelawnt op the " wells." 87 Robe. [In a whiter. ] Charles ! Chables. Miss? Rose. [Coming into the room, distractedly.] Miss Gower has goue to bed. Chables. Yes, miss— oh ! [A flash of lightning. Robe. Oh ! my friends ! my poor friends ! Chableb. H^and Mr. Briggs at Cremorne! Eeelly, I should 'ardly advise you to wenture h'out, miss Rose. Out ! no ! Oh, but get them in ! Chables. In, Miss Hose ! indoors ! Rose. Under cover [A roll of thunder.] Oh! [Wringing her hands.] They are my friends ! is it a rule that I am never to see a friend, that I mayn't even give a friend shelter in a violent storm? [To Charles.] Are you the only one up? 88 teblawnt of the " wells. Chables. I b'lieve so, miss. Any'ow the wimming-servants is quite h'under my control. Bobs. Then tell my friends to be deathly quiet, and to creep — to tip-toe [The rain strikes the window again. She picks up the lantern which Chari.es has deposited upon the floor, and gives it to him. Make haste ! I'll draw the curtains [He hurries out. She goes from window to vnndow, dropping the curtains, talking to herself excitedly as she does so.} My friends 1 my own friends! ah! I'm not to sneeze in this house ! nor to sing ! or breathe, next ! wretches ! oh, my ! wretches ! [Blowing out the cart- dies and removing the candlesticks to the table, singing, under her breath, wildly.} "Ever of thee Tm fondly dreaming " [Mimicking Sir William again.} " What are ye upon the floor for, my dear? Have we no cheers? do we lack cheers here, Trafal- gar ? " [Charles returns. Charles. [To those who follow him.] Hush! [To EosE.] I discovered 'em clustered in the doorway [There is a final peal of thunder as Avonia, Gadd, Colpoys, and Tom Wrench enter, somewhat diffidently. They are appar- ently soaked to their skins, and are alto- gether in a deplorable condition. Avonia AVONIA BUNN. TBBLAWNT OF THE " WELLS." 89 alone has an umbrella, which she allows to drip upon, the carpet, but her dress and petticoats are bedraggled, her finery limp, her hair lank and loose. Robe. 'Vonia! Atonia. [Coming to her, and embracing her fervently.] Oh, ducky, ducky, ducky ! oh, but what a storm ! Rose. Hush I how wet you are ! [Shaking hands with Gadd] Ferdinand — [crossing to Colpoys and shak- ing hands with him] Augustus — [shaking hands with Tom] Tom Wrench AVONIA. [To Charles.] Be so kind as to put my umbrella on the landing, wUl you ? Oh, thank you very much, I'm sure. [Charles withdraws with the umbrella. Gadd and Colpoys shake the rain from their hats on to the carpet and furniture. Tom. [Quietly, to EoSE.] It's a shame to come down on you in this way. But they would do it, and I thought I'd better stick to 'em. 90 teblawnt of the " wells." Gadd. [ Who is a little flushed and unsteady.] Ha 1 I shall remember this accursed evening. AVONIA. Oh, Ferdy 1 Kobe. Hush I you must be quiet. Everybody has gone to bed, and I — I'm not sure I'm allowed to receive visi- tors AVONIA. Oh! Gadd. Then we are intruders? BOSE. I mean, such late visitors. [CoLPOYS has taken off his coat, and is shak- ing it vigorously. Atonia. Stop it, Augustus! ain't I wet enough? [To EosE.] Yes, it is latish, but I so wanted to inform you — here — [bringing Gadd forward] allow me to introduce — my husband. Robe. OhI no! AVONIA. [Laughing merrily.] Yes, ha, ha, ha I teelawny or the " wells." 91 Rose. Sssh, sssh, sssh! AVONIA. I forgot. [To Gadd.] Oh, darling Ferdy, you're positively soaked ! [To Rose.] Do let him take his coat off, like Gussy Gadd. [Jealously.] 'Vonia, not so much of the Gussy I AVONIA. There you are, flying out again 1 as if Mr. Colpoys wasn't an old friend ! Gadd. Old friend or no old friend Rose. [Diplomatically.] Certainly, take your coat off, Ferdinand. [Gadd joins Cou'OYS ; they spread out their coats upon the couch. Rose. [Feeling Tom's coat sleeve.] And you ? Tom. [After glancing at the others— quietly.] No, thank you. 92 TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." AVONIA. [Sitting.] Yes, dearie, Ferdy and I were married yesterday. Robe. [Sitting.] Yesterday! AVONIA. Yesterday morning. We're on our honeymoon now. You know, the " Wells " shut a fortnight after you left us, and neither Ferdy nor me could fix any- thing, just for the present, elsewhere; and as we hadn't put by during the season — you linow it never struck us to put by during the season — we thought we'd get married. Rose. Oh, yes. AvONIA, You see, a man and his wife can live almost on what keeps one, rent and ceterer; and so, being deeply attached, as I tell you, we went off to church and did the deed. Oh, it will be such a save. [look- ing up at Gadd coyly.] Oh, Ferdy ! Gadd. [Laying his hand upon her head, dreamily. ] Yes, child, I confess I love you COLPOTS. [Behind Rose, imitating Gadd.] Child, I confess I adore you. tkelawnt of the " wells." 93 Tom. [Taking Colpoys by the arm and swinging him away from Eosb.] Enough of that, Colpoys 1 Colpoys. What! Robe. [Rising.] Hush I Tom. [Under his breath.] If youVe never learnt how to behave Colpoys. Don't you teach behavior, sir, to a gentleman who plays a superior line of business to yourself I [Mut- tering.] Ton my soul ! rum start 1 AVONIA. [Going to Eose.] Of course I ought to have writ- ten to you, dear, properly, but you remember the weeks it takes me to write a letter [G-ADD sits in the chair Avonia has just quitted; she returns and seats herself upon his knee.] And so I said to Ferdy, over tea, "Ferdy, let's spend a bit of our honeymoon in doing the West End thoroughly, and going and seeing where Eose Trelawny lives." And we thought it only nice and polite to invite Tom Wrench and Gussy Gadd. 'Vonia, much less of the Gussy ! 94 TBELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." AVONIA. [Kissing Gaxid.] Jealous boy! [Beaming.] Oh, and we have done the West End thoroughly. There, I've never done the West End so thoroughly in my life ! And when we got outside your house I couldn't resist. [Her hand on Gadd's shirt sleeve.] Oh, gracious! I'm sure you'll catch your death, my darling 1 Rose. I think I can get him some wine. [To Gadd.] Will you take some wine, Ferdinand ? [Gadd rises, nearly upsetting Avonia. AvONlA. Ferdy I Gadd. I thank you. [With a wave of the hand.] Any- thing, anything Avonia. [To Rose.] Anything that goes with stout, dear. Rose. [Atthedoor, turning to them.] 'Vonia— boys— be very still. Avonia. Trust us ! [Rose tiptoes out. Colpoys is iiow at the card-table, cutting a pack of cards which remains there. TEELAWNT OP THE " WBLLS." 95 COLPOYS. [To Gadd.] Gadd, I'll see you for pennies. Gadd. [Loftily.] Done, sir, with you ! [They seat themselves at the table, and cut for coppers. Tom is walking about, survey- ing the room. AVONIA. [Taking off her hat and wiping it with her hand- kerchief] Well, Thomas, what do you think of it? Tom. This is the kind of chainher I want for the first act of my comedy AVOMA. Oh, lor', your head's continually running on your comedy. Half this blessed evening Tom. I tell you, I won't have doors stuck here, there, and everywhere ; no, nor windows in all sorts of impos- sible places I AVONIA. Oh, really ! Well, when you do get your play ac- cepted, mind you see that Mr. Manager gives you exactly what you ask for — won't you? 96 tkelawnt op the " wells." Tom. You needn't be satirical, if you are wet. Yes, I will! [Pointing to the left.] Windows on the one side [pointing to the right], doors on the other — just where they should be, architecturally. And locks on the doors, real locks, to work ; and handles — to turn! [Bubbing his hands together gleefully.] Ha, ha ! you wait ! wait ! [EoSE re-enters, with a plate of biscuits in her hand, followed by Charles, who carries a decanter of sherry and some wine-glasses. Rose. Here, Charles [Charles places the decanter and the glasses on the table. Gadd. [ Whose luck has been against him, throwing him- self, sulkily, onto the couch.] Bah ! I'll risk no further stake. COLPOTS. Just because you lose sevenpence in coppers you go on like this ! [Charles, turning from the table, faces COLPOYS. COLPOYS. [Tearing his hair, and glaring at Charles viildly.] Ah — h — h, I am ruined! I have lost my all ! my children are beggars 1 tkklawny of the " wells." 97 Charles. Ho, ho, ho! he, he, he! Rose. Hush, hush! [Charles goes out laughing. To everybody.] Sherry? Gadd. [Bising.] Sherry! [AvoNLA, CoLPOTS, and Gadd gather round the table, and help themselves to sherry and Rose. [To Tom.] Tom, won't you ? Tom. [Watching Gadd anxiously.] No, thank you. The fact is, we — we have already partaken of refresh- ments, once or twice during the evening [CoLPOYS and Avonla, each carrying a glass of wine and munching a biscuit, go to the couch, where they sit. Gadd. [Pouring out sherry— singing.] "And let me the canaMn clink, clink " Rose. [Coming to him.] Be quiet, Gadd! 98 TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." "COLPOTS. [Raising his glass.'] The Bride ! Rose. [Turning, kissing her hand to Avonia.] Yes, yes [Gadd hands Eose his glass ; she puts her lips to iti\ The Bride ! [She returns the glass to Gabd. Gadd. [Sitting.] My bride ! [Tom, from behind the table, unperceived, takes the decanter and hides it under the table, then sits. Gadd, missing the de- canter, contents himself with the biscuits. Avonia. Well, Eose, my darling, we've been talking about nothing but ourselves. How are you getting along here? Rose. Getting along? oh, I — I don't fancy I'm getting along very well, thank you! CoLPOTS AND Avonia. Not ! Gadd. [His mouth full of biscuit.] Not 1 TKELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." 99 BOSE. [Sitting by the card-table.] No, boys ; no 'Vonia. The truth is, it isn't as nice as you'd think it. I sup- pose the Profession had its drawbacks — mother used to say so — but [raising her arms] one could fly. Yes, in Brydon Crescent one was a dirty little Lon- don sparrow, perhaps; but here, in this grand square ! Oh, it's the story of the caged bird, over again. AvONLi. A love-bird, though. Rose. Poor Arthur? yes, he's a dear. IRising.] But the Gowers — the old Gowers ! theGowers! theGowers! [She paces the room, beating her hands to- gether. In her excitement, she ceases to whisper, and gradiuilly becomes loud and voluble. The others, following her lead, chatter noisily— excepting Tom, who sits, thoughtfully, looking before him. Rose. The ancient Gowers! the venerable Gowers 1 AVONIA. You mean, the grandfather ? Rose. And the aunt— the great-aunt— the great bore of a 100 TBELAWNY OP THE " WELLS." great-aunt ! The very mention of 'em makes some- thing go " tap, tap, tap, tap" at the top of my head. Atonia. Oh, I am sorry to hear this. Well, upon my word ! Rose. Would you believe it? 'Vonia— boys— you'll never believe it! I mayn't walk out with Arthur alone, nor see him here alone. I mayn't sing; no, nor sneeze even AVONIA. [Shrilly.} Not sing or sneeze ! COLPOYB. [Indignantly.] Not sneeze I Rose. No, nor sit on the floor— the floor I AVONIA. Why, when we shared rooms together, you were always on the floor ! Gadd. [Producing a pipe, and knocking out the ashes on the heel of his boot.] In Heaven's name, what kind of house can this be ! TEELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." 101 AVONIA. I wouldn't stand it, would you, Ferdinand? Gadd. [Loading his pipe.] Gad, no ! AVONIA. [To COLPOTS.] Would you, Gus, dear? Gadd. [Under his breath.] Here! not so much of the Gus dear AVONIA. [To COLPOYS.] Would you ? COLPOYS. No, I'm blessed if I would, my darling. Gadd. [His pipe in his mouth.] Mr. Colpoys! less of the darling! Atonia. [Rising.] Rose, don't you put up with it! [Strik- ing the top of the card-table vigorously.] I say, don't you stand it! [Embracing EoSE.] You're an independent girl, dear; they came to you, these peo- ple ; not you to them, remember. 102 teelawny of the " wells." Rose. [Sitting on the couch.] Oh, what can I do ? I can't do anything. Atonia. Can't you ! [_Coming to Gadd] Ferdinand, ad- vise her. You tell her how to Gadd. [ Who has risen.] Miss Bunn — Mrs. Gadd, you have been all over Mr. Colpoys this evening, ever since we AVONIA. [Angrily, pushing him back into his chair.] Oh, don't be a silly ! Gadd. Madam ! AVONIA. [Returning to Colpoys.] Gus, Ferdinand's foolish. Come and talk to Eose, and advise her, there's a dear boy [Colpoys rises; she takes his arm, to lead him to Eose. At that moment Gadd advances to Colpoys and slaps his face violently. Colpoys. Hey 1 TEELAWirr or the "wells." 103 Gadd. Miserable viper ! The two men close. Tom runs to separate them. EosE rises vyith a cry of terror. There is a struggle and general uproar. The card-table is overturned, with a crash, and AvONiA. utters a long and piercing shriek. Then the house-bells are heard ringing violently. Rose. Oh ! [The combatants part; all look scared. At the door, listening.] They are moving — coming! Turn out the ! [She turns out the light at the table. The room is in half-light as Sie William en- ters, cautiously, closely followed by Miss GowEE. They are both in dressing-gowns and slippers; Sie William carries a thick stick and his bedroom candle. Rose is standing by a chair; G-add, Avonia, CoLPOYS, and Tom are together. Sir William. Miss Trelawny ! Miss Gower. Eose ! [Running behind the screen.] Menl Sir William. Who are these people? 104 Rose. [Advancing a step or two.] Some friends of mine who used to be at the " Wells " have called upon me, to inquire how I am getting on. [Arthur enters, quickly. Aethub. [Looking round.] Ohl Eose 1 Sib William. [Turning upon him.] Ah — h — h— h! How come you here? Aethub. I was outside the house. Charles let me in, know- ing something was wrong. SiE William. [Peering into his face.] Troubadouring ? Aethub. Troubadouring; yes, sir. [To RoSE.] Rose, what is this? SiE William. [Fiercely.] No, sir, this is my affair. [Placing his candlestick on the table.] Stand aside! [Rais- ing his stick furiously.] Stand aside ! [Arthur moves to the right. TBBLAWNT OF THE " WELLS." 106 MiSB GOWEB. [Over the screen.] William Sir William. Hey? MiSB GoWEB. Your ankles Sib William. [Adjusting his dressing-gown.'] I beg your pardon. [To Arthuk.] Yes, I can answer your question. [Pointing his stick, first at Rose, then at the group.] Some friends of that young woman's connected with — the playhouse, have favored us with a visit, for the purpose of ascertaining how she is — getting on. [Touching Gadd's pipe, which is lying at his feet, with the end of his stick.] A filthy tobacco-pipe. To whom does it belong? whose is it? [Rose picks it up and passes it to Gadd, bravely. Rose. It belongs to one of my friends. Sm William. [Taking Gadh^s empty wine-glass and holding it to his nose.] Phu, yes! In brief, a drunken debauch. [To the group.] So ye see, gentlemen — [to Avonia] and you, madam ; [to Arthur] and you, sir ; you see, all of ye, [sinking into a chair, and coughing from exhaustion] exactly how Miss Trelawny is getting on. 106 TEBLAWNT OP THE " WELLS." Miss Gowbr. [Over t?ie screen.] William Sir William. What is it? Miss Gowbr. Your ankles Sir William. [Leaping to his feet, in a frenzy.] Bahl Miss Gowbr. Oh, they seem so out of place ! Sm William. [Flourishing his stick — to the group down L.] Be- gone ! a set of garish, dissolute gypsies ! begone ! [Gadd, Avonia, Colpoys, and Wrench gather, the men hastily putting on their coats, etc. Avonia. Where's my umbrella? Gadd. A hand with my coat here I COLPOTS. . 'Pen my soul ! London artists 1 TEELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." 107 AvONIA. We don't want to remain where we're not heartily welcome, I can assure everybody. Sm William. Open windows 1 let in the airl AVONIA. [To BosE, who is standing above the wreck of the card-table.] Grood-bye, my dear Rose. No, no, 'Vonia. Oh, don't leave me behind you 1 Akthub. Rose ! Robe. Oh, I'm very sorry, Arthur. [To SiR WiLLUM.] Indeed, I am very sorry, Sir William. But you are right— gypsies — gypsies! [To Arthur.] Yes, Arthur, if you were a gypsy, as I am, as these friends o' mine are, we might be happy together. But I've seen enough of your life, my dear boy, to know that I'm no wife for you. I should only be wretched, and would make you wretched ; and the end, when it arrived, as it very soon would, would be much as it is to-night 1 108 tbbla.wny of the " wells." Arthur. [Distractedly.] You'll let me see you, talk to you, to-morrow, Eose? Rose. No, never! Sm William. [Sharply.] You mean that? Rose. [Facing him.] Oh, don't be afraid. I give you my word. Sir William. [Oripping her hand.] Thank ye. Thank ye. Tom. [Quietly to ARTHUR.] Mr. Gower, come and see me to-morrow [He moves away to the door. Rose. [Turning to AvoNiA, Gadd, and Colpoys.] I'm ready Miss Gower. [Coming f rem, behind the screen to the hack of the couch.] Not to-night, child 1 not to-night 1 where will you go? teelawnt of the "'wells." 10§ Atonia. [Holding Ross.] To her old quarters in Brydon Crescent. Send her things after her, if you please. Miss Gcweb. And then ? ROSB. Then back to the " Wells " again, Miss Gowerl back to the "Weils" 1 END OF THE SECOND ACT. 110 TEBLAWNY OF THE " WELLS.' THE THIED ACT. The scene represents an apartment on the second floor of Mrs. Mossop's house. The room is of a humbler character than that shown in the first act; hut, though shahhy, it is neat. On the right is a door, outside which is supposed to he the landing. In the wall at the hack is another door, presumably admitting to a further charriber. Down L. there is a fireplace, with a fire burning, and over the mantelpiece a mirror. In the left-hand corner of the room is a small bedstead with a tidily-made bed, which can he hidden by a pair of curtains of some common and faded material, hanging from a cord slung from wall to wall. At the foot of the bedstead stands a large theatrical dress-basket. On the wall, by the head of the bed, are some pegs upon which hang a skirt or two and other articles of attire. On the right, against the hack wall, there is a chest of drawers, the top of which is used as a washstand. In front of this is a small screen, and close by there are some more pegs with things hanging upon them. On the right wall, above the sofa, is a hanging bookcase with a few hooks. A small circular table, with a somewhat shabby cover upon it, stands on the left. The walls are papered, the doors painted stone-color . An old felt carpet is on the floor. The light is that of morning. A flre is burning in the grate. TEELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." Ill [Mrs. Mossop, now dressed in a workaday gown, has just finished making the bed. There is a knock at the center door. AVONIA. [From the adjoining room.] Rose! Mrs. Mobsop. [Gimng a final touch to the quilt.] Eh ? AVONIA. Is Miss Trelawny in her room ? Mrs. Mossop. No, Mrs. Gadd ; she's at rehearsal. AVONIA. Oh [Mrs. Mossop draws the curtains, hiding the bed from view. Avonia enters by the door on the right in a morning wrapper which has seen its best days. She carries a pair of curling-tongs, and her hair is evidently in process of being dressed in ringlets. AVONIA. Of course she is ; I forgot. There's a call for The Peddler of Marseilles. Thank Gawd, I^m not in it. [Singing] ' ' I'm a great guerrilla chief, I'm a robber and a thief, I can either kUl a foe or prig a pocket- handkerchief " 112 teelawny of the " wells." Mbs. Mobbop. [Dusting the ornaments on the mantelpiece.] Bless your heart, you're very gay this morning ! Atonia. It's the pantomime. I'm always stark mad as the pantomime approaches. I don't grudge letting the rest of the company have their fling at other times — hut with the panto comes my turn. [Throtving her- self full length upon the sofa gleefully.] Ha, ha, hal the turn of Avonia Bunn! [With a change of tone.] I hope Miss Trelawny won't take a walk up to Highbury, or anywhere, after rehearsal. I want to borrow her gilt belt. My dress has arrived. Mrs. Mossop. [Much interested.] No ! has it ? AVONIA. Yes, Mrs. Burroughs is coming down from the theatre at twelve- thirty to see me in it. [Singing. " Any kind of villainy cometh natural to me. So it endeth with a combat and a one, two, three ■'! " * Mrs. Mossop. [Surveying the room.] Well, that's as cheerful as I can make things look, poor dear! * These snatches of song are from 27ie MiBer and His Men, a burlesque mealy-drama, by Francis Taltourd and Henry J. Byron, produced at the Strand Theatre, April 9, 1860. TEKLAWNT OF THE " WELLS." 113 AvONLi. [ Taking a look round, seriotisly.'] It's pretty bright — if it wasn't for the idea of Rose Trelawny having to economize ! Mbb. Mobbof. Ah-hl AVONIA. [Rising.] That's what I can't swallow. [Sticking her irons in the fire angrily.] One room ! and on the second floor! [Turning to Mrs. Mossop.] Of course, Gadd and me are one-room people too — and on the same floor ; but then Gadd is so popular out of the theatre, Mrs. Mossop— he's obliged to spend such a load of money at the " Clown " Mrs. Mossop. [ Who has been dusting the bookcase, coming to the table.] Mrs. Gadd, dearie, I'm sure I'm not in the least inquisitive ; no one could accuse me of it — but I should like to know just one thing. AVONIA. [Testing her irons upon a sheet of paper which she takes from the table.] What's that? Mrs. Mossop. Why have they been and cut down Miss Trelawny's salary at the "Wells"? 114 TEBLAWNT OF THE " WELLS." AVONIA. [Hesitatingly.] H'm , everybody's chattering about it ; you could get to hear easily enough Mrs. Mossop. Oh, I dare say. AVONIA. So I don't mind — poor Eose! they tell her she can't act now, Mrs. Mossop. Mrs. Mossop. Can't act ! AVONIA. No, dear old girl, she's lost it; it's gone from her — the trick of it [Tom enters by the door on the right, carrying a table-cover of a bright pattern. Tom. [Coming upon Mrs. Mossop, disconcerted.] Oh ! Mrs. Mossop. My first-floor table-cover ! Tom. Y — y — yes. [Exchanging the table-covers.] I thought, as the Telfers have departed, and as their late sitting room is at present vacant, that Miss Tre- lawny might enjoy the benefit — hey? tkelawny of the " wells." 115 Mrs. Mossop. [Snatching up the old table-cover.] Well, I nevei- ! [She goes out. AVONIA. [Curling her hair, at the mirror over the mantel- piece.'] I say, Tom, I wonder if I've done wrong Tom. It all depends upon whether you've had the chance. AVONIA. I've told Mrs. Mossop the reason they've reduced Rose's salary. Tom. You needn't. AvosriA. She had only to ask any other memher of the company Tom. To have found one who could have kept silent ! AVONIA. [Remorsefully.] Oh, I could hurn myself! Tom. Besides, it isn't true. 116 tkelawnt of the " wells." Atohia. What ? Tom. That Eose Trelawny is no longer up to her work. AVONIA. [Sadly.] Oh, Tom ! TOM. It isu't the fact, I say ! AVONIA. Isn't it the fact that ever since Eose returned from Cavendish Square ? Tom. She has been reserved, subdued, ladylike AVONIA. [Shrilly.'] She was always ladylike I Tom. I'm aware of that! AVONIA. Well, then, what do you mean by ? Tom. [In a rage, turning away.] Oh \ AVONIA. [Heating her irons again.] The idea! teelawny of the " wells." 117 Tom. [Cooling down.] She was always a ladylike actress, on the stage and off it, but now she has developed into a — [at a loss] into a AVONIA. [Scornfully.] Ha ! Tom. Into a ladylike human being. These fools at the ' ' Wells " ! Can't act, can't she ! No, she can no longer spout, she can no longer ladle, the vapid trash, the — the — the turgid rodomontade AVONIA. [Doubtfully.] You'd better be careful of your lan- guage. Wrench. Tom. [With a twinkle in his eye— mopping his brow.] You're a married woman, 'Vonia AVONIA. [Holding her irons to her cheek, modestly.] I know, but still Tom. Yes, deep down in the well of that girl's nature there has been lying a little, bright, clear pool of genuine refinement, girlish simplicity. And now the bucket has been lowered by love; experience has 118 TEBLAWNY OF THE " WELLS." turned the handle ; and up comes the crystal to the top, pure and sparkling. Why, her broken engage- ment to poor young Gower has really been the mak- ing of her! It has transformed her! Can't act, can't she! [Drawing a long breath.] How she would play Dora in my comedy! AVONIA. Ho, that comedy! Tom. How she would murmur those love-scenes I AVONIA. Murder ! Tom. [Testily.] Murmur. [Partly to himself.] Do you know, 'Vonia, I had Rose in my mind when I imagined Dora ? AVONIA. Ha, ha! you astonish me. Tom. [Sitting^ And Arthur Gower when I wrote the character of Gerald, Dora's lover. [In a low voice.] Gerald and Dora — Eo.se and Arthur — Gerald and Dora. [Suddenly.] 'Vonia ! AVONIA. [Singeing her hair.] Ah—! oh, lor' ! what now? trelawnt op the " wells." 119 Tom. I wish you could keep a secret. AVONIA. "Why, can't I? Tom. Haven't you just been gossiping with Mother Mossop? AVONIA. [Behind his chair, breathlessly, her eyes bolting.] A secret, Tom? Tom. [Nodding.] I should like to share it with you, because— you are fond of her too AVONIA. Ah ! Tom. And because the possession of it is worrying me. But there, I can't trust you. AVONIA. Mr. Wrench! Tom. No, you're a warm-hearted woman, 'Vonia, but you're a sieve. AVONIA. [Going down upon her knees beside him.] I swear! By all my hopes, Tom Wrench, of hitting 120 TEELAWNY OP THK " WELLS." 'em as Prince Charming in the coming pantomime, I swear I will not divulge, leave alone tell a living soul, any secret you may intrust to me, or let me know of, concerning Rose Trelawny of the " Wells." Amen! Tom. [In her ear.] 'Vonia, I know where Arthur Gower is. AVONIA. Is ! isn't he still in London ? Tom. [Producing a letter mysteriously.'] No. Whfin Rose stuck to her refusal to see him — listen — mind, not a word ! AVONIA. By all my hopes ! Tom. [Checking her]. All right, all right! [Reading.] " Theatre Royal, Bristol. Friday " AVONIA. Theatre Royal, Br ! Tom. Be quiet! [Reading.] " My dear Mr. Wrench. A whole week, and not a line from you to tell me how Miss Trelawny is. When you are silent I am sleepless at night and a haggard wretch during the TEBLAWNY OF THE " WELLS." 121 day. Young Mr. Kirby, our Walking Gentleman, has been unwell, and the management has given me temporarily some of his business to play " AVONIA. Arthur Gower ! Tom. Will you? [Reading.] "Last night I was allowed to appear as Careless in The School for Scandal. Miss Mason, the Lady Teazle, compli- mented me, but the men said I lacked vigor," — the old cry! — "and so this morning I am greatly de- pressed. But I will still persevere, as long as you can assure me that no presuming fellow is paying attention to Miss Trelawny. Oh, how badly she treated me ! " AVONIA. [Following the reading of the letter.] " How badly she treated me ! " Tom. " I wiU never forgive her — only love her " AVONIA. "Only love her " Tom. " Only love her, and hope I may some day be- come a great actor, and, like herself, a gypsy. Yours very gratefully, Arthur Gordon." 122 TBELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." AVONIA. In the Profession ! Tom. Bolted from Cavendish Square — went down to Bristol AVONIA. How did he manage it all? [Tom taps his breast proudly.] But isn't Rose to he told? why shouldn't she he told? Tom. She has hurt the hoy, stung him to the quick, and he's proud. AVONIA. But she loves him now that she believes he has forgotten her. She only half loved him before. She loves him ! Tom. Serve her right. AVONIA. Oh, Tom, is she never to know? Tom. [Folding the letter carefully.] Some day, when he begins to make strides. AVONIA. Strides! he's nothing but Gteneral Utility at present? teelawnt op the " wblls." 123 Tom. [Putting the letter in his pocket] No. AVONIA. And how long have you been that? Tom. Ten years. AVONIA. [With a little screech.] Ah— h — h! she ought to be told! Tom. [Seizing her wrist.] Woman, you won't 1 AVONIA. [Raising her disengaged hand.] By all my hopes of hitting 'em 1 Tom. All right, I believe you. [Listening.] Sssh ! [They rise and separate, he moving to the fire, she to the right, as Rose enters. Rose is now a grave, dignified, somewhat dreamy young woman. Rose. [LooMng from Tom to Avonia. ] Ah ? Tom akd Avonia. Good-morning. 124 teelawnt of the "-wells." Rose. [Kissing AvoNiA.] Visitors! AVONIA. My fire's so black [showing her ii'ons} ; I thought you wouldn't mind Rose. [Removing her gloves.] Of course not. [Seeing the table-cover.'] Oh ! Tom. Mrs. Mossop asked me to bring that upstairs. It was in the Telfers' room, you know, and she fancied— — Rose. How good of her! thanks, Tom. [Taking off her hat and mantle.] Poor Mr. and Mrs. Telfer! they still wander mournfully about the ' ' Wells " ; they can get nothing to do. [Carrying her hat and umbrella, she dis- appears through the curtains. Tom. [To AvoNiA, in a whisper, across the room.] The Telfers ! AVONIA. Eh? teelawnt of the " wells." 125 Tom. She's been giving 'em money. Atonia. Yes. Tom. Damn! Rose. [Beappearing.] What are you saying about me? AVONIA. I was wondering whether you'd lend me that belt you bought for Ophelia ; to wear during the first two or three weeks of the pantomime Rose. Certainly, 'Vonia, to wear throughout AVONIA. [Embracing her.] No, it's too good; I'd rather fake one for the rest of the time. [Looking into her face.] What's the matter? Robe. I will make you a present of the belt, 'Vonia, if you will accept it. I bought it when I came back to the "Wells," thinking everything would go on as be- fore. But — it's of no use ; they tell me I cannot act effectively any longer 126 teelawnt op the " wells." Tom. [Indignantly. ] Effectively 1 Rose. First, as you know, they reduce my salary Tom and Avonia. [With clenched hands.] Yes ! Rose. And now, this morning — [sitting] you can guess Atonia. [Hoarsely.] Got your notice? Rose. Yes. Tom aud Avonia. Oh-h-h! Rose. [After a title pause.] Poor mother! I hope she doesn't see. [Overwhelmed, Avonia and Tom sit.] I was running through Blanche, my old part in The Peddler of Marseilles, when Mr. Burroughs spoke to me. It is true I was doing it tamely, hut- it is such nonsense. Tom. Hear, hear ! tbblawny of the " wells." 127 Rose. And then, that poor little song I used to sing on the bridge AVONIA. [Singing, softly.] "Ever of. thee I'm fondly dreaming " Tom and Ayonia. [Singing.] " Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer." Rose. I told Mr. Burroughs I should cut it out. So ridic- ulously inappropriate ! Tom. And that— did it? Rose. [Smiling at him.] That did it. AVONIA. [Kneeling beside her, and embracing her tear- fully.] My ducky ! oh, but there are other theatres besides the "Wells" Rose. Tor me? only where the same trash is acted. AVOKIA. [With a sob.] But a few months ago you 1—1 — liked your work. 128 teelawnt of the " wells." Rose. Yes [dreamily], and then I went to Cavendish Square, engaged to Arthur [ToM rises and leans upon the mantelpiece, looking into the fire.] How badly I behaved in Cavendish Square ! how unlike a young lady! What if the old folks were overbearing and tyrannical, Arthur could be gentle with them. " They have not many more years in this world," he said — dear boy! — " and anything we can do to make them happy " And what did I do? There was a chance for me— to be patient, and womanly ; and I proved to them that I was nothing but — an actress. AVONIA. [Rising, hurt but still tearful.] It doesn't follow, because one is a Rose. [Rising.] Yes, 'Vonia, it does! We are only dolls, partly human, with mechanical limbs that will fall into stagey postures, and heads stuffed with sayings out of rubbishy plays. It isn't the world we live in, merely a world— such a queer little one ! I was less than a month in Cavendish Square, and very few people came there ; but they were real people — real! For a month I lost the smell of gas and oranges, and the hurry and noise, and the dirt and the slang, and the clownish joking, at the " Wells." I didn't realize at the time the change that was going on in me ; I didn't realize it till I came back. And TEBLAWNT OF THE " WELLS." 129 then, by degrees, I discovered what had happened [Tom is now near her. She takes his hand and drops her head upon Avonia's shoulder. Wearily.'] Oh, Tom! oh, 'Vonia [From the next room comes the sound of the throwing about of heavy objects, and of Gadd's voice uttering loud impreca- tions. Alarmed.} Oh 1 AVONIA. [Listening attentively.] Sounds like Ferdy. [She goes to the center door. At the keyhole.] Ferdy! aint you well, darling ? Gadd. [On the other side of the door.] Avonia ! AVONIA. I'm in Miss Trelawny's room. Gadd. Ah ? Avonia. [To EosE and Tom.] Now, what's put Ferdy out ? [Gadd enters with a wild look.] Ferdinand ! Tom. Anything wrong, Gadd ? Gadd. Wrong ! wrong I [Sitting.] What d'ye think ? 130 teblawnt op the " wells." Atonia. Tell us! Gadd. I have been asked to appear in the pantomime. AVONIA. [Shocked.] Oh, Ferdy! you! Gadd. I, a serious actor, if ever there was one ; a poetic actor ! AVONIA. "What part, Ferdy ? Gadd. The insult, the bitter insult ! the gross indignity ! AVONIA. What part, Ferdy ? Gadd. I have not been seen in pantomime for years, not since I shook the dust of the T. E. Stockton from my feet. AVONIA. Ferdy, what part ? Gadd. I simply looked at Burroughs, when he preferred his request, and swept from the theatre. TEELAWNY OF THE " WBLLS." 131 AVONIA. "What part, Ferdy? Gadd. A part, too, which is seen for a moment at the opening of the pantomime, and not again till its ■close. AVONIA. Gadd. AVONIA. Ferdy. Eh? What part ? Gadd. A character called the Demon of Discontent. [Rose turns away to the fireplace ; Tom curls himself up on the sofa and is seen to shake vnth laughter. AVONIA. [Walking about indignantly.] Oh! [Returning to Gadd.] Oh, it's a rotten part! Eose, dear, las- sure you, as artist to artist, that part is absolutely rotten. [To Gadd.] You won't play it, darling ? Gadd. [Rising.] Play it! I would see the "Wells" in .ashes first. 132 TEELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." AVONIA. We shall lose our engagements, Ferdy. I know Burroughs; we shall be out, both of us. Gadd. Of course we shall. D'ye think I hare not counted the cost ? AVONIA. [Putting her hand in his.] I don't mind, dear — for the sake of your position — [struck by a sudden thought] oh ! Gadd. What ? AvONLi. There now — we haven't put by ! [There is a knock at the door. Rose. Who is that? COLPOYS. [Outside the door.] Is Gadd here. Miss Trelawny? Rose. Yes. COLPOYS. I want to see him. teelawnt of the " wells." 133 Gadd. Wrench, I'll trouble you. Ask Mr. Colpoys whether he approaches me as a friend, an acquaint- ance, or in his capacity of stage manager at the ' ' Wells " — the tool of Burroughs. [Tom opens the door slightly. Gadd and AvoNiA join Rose at the fireplace. Tom. [At the door, solemnly.] Colpoys, are you here as Gadd's bosom friend, or as a mere tool of Burroughs? [An inatidible colloquy follows between Tom and Colpoys. Tom's head is outside the door; his legs are seen to move convul- sively, and the sound of suppressed laugh- ter is heard. Gadd. [Turning.] Well, well? Tom. [Closing the door sharply, and facing Gadd with great seriousness.] He is here as the tool of Bur- roughs? Gadd. I will receive him. [Tom admits Colpoys, who carries a mean- looking "part," and a letter. 134 TEBLAWNT OF THE " WBLXS." • COLPOYS. [After formally bowing to the ladies.] Oh, Gadd, Mr. Burroughs instructs me to offer you this part in the pantomime. [Handing the part to Gadd.] De- mon of Discontent. [Gadd takes the part and flings it to the ground; AvoTsnA. picks it up and reads it, COLPOTB. You refuse it ? Gadd. I do. [With dignity.] Acquaint Mr. Burroughs with my decision, and add that I hope his pantomime will prove an utterly mirthless one. May Boxing- night, to those unfortunate enough to find them- selves in the theatre, long remain a dismal memory ; and may succeeding audiences, scanty and dissatis- fied ! [CoLPOYS presents Gadd with the letter. Gadd opens it and reads.] I leave. [Sitting.] The Eomeo, the Orlando, the Clifford— leaves ! AVOKIA. [Coming to Gadd, indicating some lines in the part.] Ferdy, this aint so bad. [Reading.] " I'm Discontent ! from Orkney's isle to Dover To make men's bile bile-over I endover " Gadd. 'Vonia! [Taking the part from AvoNiA, with TBBLAWNT OF THE " WELLS." 135 mingled surprise and pleasure.] Ho, ho! no, that's not bad. [Reading.] " Tempers, though sweet, I whip np to a lather, Make wives hate husbands, sons wish fathers farther." 'Vonia, there's is something to lay hold of here 1 I'll think this over. [Rising, addressing Colpoys.] Grus, I have thought this over. I play it. [They all gather round him, and congratulate him. AvoNiA embraces and kisses him. Tom and Colpotb. That's right! ROSB. I'm very pleased, Ferdinand. AVONIA. [Tearfully.] Oh, Ferdy! Gadd. [In high spirits.] Egad, I play it I Gus, I'll stroll back with you to the "Wells." [Shaking hands with Rose.] Miss Trelawny ! [Atonia accom- panies Colpoys and Gadd to the door, clinging to Gadd, who is flourishing the parti] 'Vonia, I see myself in this ! [Kissing her.] Steak for dinner ! [Gadd and Colpoys go out. Tom shrieks with laughter. 136 TEBLAWNT OP THE " WELLS." AVONIA. [Turning upon him, angrily and volubly.] Yes, I heard you with Colpoys outside that door, if Gadd didn't. It's a pity, Mr. Wrench, you can't find some- thing better to do ! Rose, IPacifically.] Hush, hush, 'Vonia! Tom, assist me with my basket ; I'll give 'Vonia her belt [Tom and Rose go behind the curtains and presently emerge, carrying the dress- basket, which they deposit. Atonia. [Flouncing across the room.] Making fun of Gadd! an artist to the roots of his hair! There's more talent in Gadd's little finger ! Rose. [Rummaging among the contents of the basket.] 'Vonia, 'Vonia! AVONIA. And if Gadd is to play a demon in the pantomime, what do you figure as, Tom Wrench, among the half a dozen other things? Why, as part of a dragon ! Yes, and which end — — ? Rose. [Quietly to Tom.] Apologize to 'Vonia at once, Tom. tbblawnt of the " wells." 137 Tom. [Meekly.] Mrs. Gadd, I beg your pardon. AVONIA. [Coming to him and kissing him.] Granted, Tom ; but you should be a little more considerate BOSE. [Holding up the belt.] Here ! AVONIA. [Taking the belt, ecstatically.] Oh, isn't it lovely ! Rose, you dear ! you sweet thing ! [Singing a few bars of the Jewel song from Faust, then rushing at BosE and embracing her.] I'm going to try my dress on, to show Mrs. Burroughs. Come and help me into it. I'll unlock my door on my side [Tom politely opens the door for her to pass out.] Thank you, Tom — [kissing him again] only you should be more considerate toward Gadd [She disappears. Tom. [Calling after her.] I will be; I will — [Shutting the door.] Ha, ha, ha! BOBE. [Smiling.] Hush! poor 'Vonia! [Mending the fire.] Excuse me, Tom— have you a fire upstairs, in your room, to-day? 138 teblawnt of the " wblls." Tom. Er — ^n — not to-day — it's Saturday. I never have a fire on a Saturday. BOBB. [Coming to him.] Why not? Tom. [Looking away from her.} Don't know — crea- tures of habit Rose. [Gently touching his coat-sleeve.] Because if you would like to smoke your pipe by my fire while I'm with 'Vonia [The Jcey is heard to turn in the lock of the center door. AVONIA. [From the next room.] It's unlocked. Rose. I'm coming. [She unbolts the door on her side, and goes into Avonia's room, shutting the door behind her. The lid of the dress-basket is open, shovnng the contents; a pair of little satin shoes lie at the top. Tom takes up one of the shoes and presses it to his lips. There is a knock at the door. He returns the shoe to the basket, closes the lid, and walks away. tbblawnt of thb " wells." 139 Tom. Yes? [7'he door opens slightly and Imogen is heard. Imogen. [Outside.] Is that you, Wrench? Tom. Hullo! [Imogen, in out-of-door costume, enters breath- lessly. Imogen. [Closing the door — speaking rapidly and ex- citedly.] Mossop said you were in Rose's room Tom. [Shaking hands with her.] She'll be here in a few minutes. Imogen. It's you I want. Let me sit down. Tom. [Going to the armchair.] Here Imogen. [Sitting on the right of the table, panting.] Not near the fire Tom. What's up? 140 tbblawnt of the " weliis." Imogen. Oh, Wrench ! p'r'aps my fortune's made ! Tom. [Quite calmly.] Congratulate you, Jenny. Imogen. Do be quiet; don't make such a racket. You see, things haven't been going at all satisfactorily at the Olympic lately. There's Miss Puddifant Tom. I know — no lady. Imogen. How do you know? Tom. Guessed. Imogen. Quite right; and a thousand other annoyances. And at last I took it into my head to consult Mr. Clandon, who married an aunt of mine and lives at Streatham, and he'll lend me five hundred pounds. Tom. "What for? Imogen. Towards taking a theatre. teblawnt of the " wblls." 141 Tom. [Dubiously.] Five hundred Imogen. It's all he's good for, and he won't advance that unless I can get a further five, or eight, hundred from some other quarter. Tom. What theatre I Imogen. The Pantheon happens to be empty. Tom. Yes ; it's been that for the last twenty years. Imogen. Don't throw wet blankets — I mean — [referring to her tablets, which she carries in her muff] I've got it all worked out in black and white. There's a deposit required on account of rent — two hundred pounds. Cleaning the theatre — [looking at Tom] what do you say? Tom. Cleaning that theatre? Imogen. I say, another two hundred. 142 tbelawnt ob" the " wells." Tom. That would remove the top-layer Imogen. Cost of producing the opening play, five hundred pounds. Balance for emergencies, three hundred. Tou generally have a balance for emergencies. Tom. Tou generally have the emergencies, if not the balance? Imoobn. Now, the question is, wUl five hundred produce the play? Tom. What play? Imogen. Tour play. Tom. [Quietly.] My . Imogen. Tour comedy. Tom. [ Turning to the fire— in a low voice. ] Rubbish ! Imogen. Well, Mr. Clandon thinks it isn''t. [He faces her sharply.] I gave it to him to read, and he— well, he's quite taken with it. tbelawnt of the " wells." 143 Tom. [Walking about, his hands in his pockets, his head dawn, agitatedly.] Clandon— Landon — what's his name ? Imooek. Tony Clandon— Anthony Clandon Tom. [Choking.] He's a— he's a Imogen. He's a hop-merchant. Tom. No, he's not— [sitting on the sofa, leaning his head on his hands] he's a stunner. Imogen. [Rising.] So you grasp the position. Theatre — manageress — author — play, found; and eight hun- dred pounds wanted ! Tom. [Rising.] OLord! Imogen. Who's got it? Tom. [Wildly.] The Queen's got it! Miss Burdett- Coutts has got it ! 144 Imogen. Don't be a fool, Wrench. Do you remember old Mr. Morfew, of Duncan Terrace? He used to take great interest in us all at the " Wells." He has money. Tom. He has gout ; we don't see him now. Imogen. Gout! How lucky! That means he's at home. Will you run round to Duncan Terrace ? Tom. [Looking down at his clothes.] I ! Imogen. Nonsense, Wrench; we're not asking him to advance money on your clothes. Tom. The clothes are the man, Jenny. Imogen. And the woman ? Tom. The face is the woman ; there's the real inequality of the sexes. Imogen. I'll go ! Is my face good enough? teblawny of the " wells." 145 Tom. [Enthusiastically.] I should say so I Imogen. [Taking his hands.] Ha, ha! It has been in my possession longer than you have had your oldest coat, Tom! Tom. Make haste, Jenny I Imogek. [Running up to the door.] Oh, it will last till I get to Duncan Terrace. [Turning.] Tom, you may have to read your play to Mr. Morfew. Have you another copy? Uncle Clandon has mine. Tom. [Holding his head.] I think I have — I don't know Imogen. Look for it! Find it! If Morfew wants to hear it, we must strike while the iron's hot. Tom. While the gold's hot! Imogen and Tom. Ha, ha, hal [Mes. Mossop enters, showing some signs of excitement. 146 teblawnt of the " wells." Imogen. IPiishing her aside.] Oh, get out of the way, Mrs. Mossop [Imogen departs. Mes. Mossop. Upon my ! [To Tom.] A visitor for Miss Tre- lawny ! Where's Miss Trelawny? Tom. With Mrs. Gadd. Mossop I Mrs. Mossop. Don't bother me now Tom. Mossop ! The apartments vacated by the Telfers! Dare to let 'em without giving me the preference. Mrs. Mossop. You! Tom. [Seizing her hands and swinging her round.] I may be wealthy, sweet Rebecca! [Enibraxiing her.] I may be rich and honored! Mrs. Mossop. Oh, have done ! [Releasing herself.] My lodgers do take such liberties tbblawnt of the " wells." 147 Tom. XAt the door, grandly.] Beccy, half a scuttle of xoal, to start with. [He goes out, leaving the door slightly open. Mbs. Mossop. [Knockiny at the center door.] Miss Trelawny, my dear! Miss Trelawny I [The door opens, a few inches. Rose. [Looking out] Why, what a clatter you and Mr. Wrench have been making ! Mrs. Mossop. [Beckoning her mysteriously.] Come here, dear. Rose. [Closing the center door, and entering the room wonderingly.] Eh? Mrs. Mossop. [In awe.] Sir William Gower ! Rose. Sir William! Mrs. Mossop. Don't be vexed with me. ' ' I'll see if she's at home," I said. "Oh, yes, woman, Miss Trelawny's 148 TBBLAWNT OF THE " WELLS." at home," said he, and hobbled straight in. I've shut him in the Telfers' room [There are three distinct raps, with a stick, at the right-hand door. Rose and Mbb. Mossop. Oh— hi BOSE. [Faintly.] Open it. [Mrs. Mossop opens the door, and Sm Wil- liam enters. He is feebler, more decrepit, than when last seen. He wears a plaid about his shoulders and walks with the aid of a stick. Mks. Mossop. [At the door.] Ah, and a sweet thing Miss Tre- lawny is ! Sib William. [Turning to her.] Are you a relative? Mbs. Mossop. No, I am not a relative ! Sib William. Go. [She departs; he closes the door with the end of his stick. Facing Rose.] My mind is not com- monly a wavering one. Miss Trelawny, but it has taken me some time — months — to decide upon calling on ye. TRELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." 149 KOSE. Won't you sit down? SiK William. [After a pause of hesitation, sitting upon the dress-basket.] Ugh! Rose. [With quiet dignity.] Have we no chairs? Do we lack chairs here, Sir William ? [He gives her a quick, keen look, then rises and walks to the fire. Sir William:. [Suddenly, bringing his stick down upon the table with violence.] M-j grandson! my grandson! where is he? Rose. Arthur ! Sm William. I had but one. Robe. Isn't he — in Cavendish Square ? Sir William. Isn't he in Cavendish Square! no, he is not in Cavendish Square, as you know well. Rose. Oh, I don't know 150 TEBLAWNY OP THE " WELLS." Tsch! Sib William. Rose. When did he leave you? Tsch! Sir William. When? BOSB. Sib William. He made his escape during the night, 22d of August last — [pointing his finger at her] as you know well. Rose. Sir William, I assure you Sir William. Tsch! [TaMng off his gloves.] How often does he write to ye? Rose. He does not write to me. He did write day after day, two or three times a day, for about a week. That was in June, when I came back here. [ With drooping head.] He never writes now. Sib William. Visits ye ? Rose. No. tkblawny of the " wells." 161 Sir William. Comes troubadouring ? Robe. No, no, no. I have not seen him since that night. I refused to see him [With a catch in her breath.] Why, he may be 1 Sir William. [Fumbling in his pocket.] Ah, but he's not. He's alive [producing a small packet of letters]. Arthur's alive, [advancing to her] and full of his • tricks still. His great-aunt Trafalgar receives a letter from him once a fortnight, posted in London EosB. [Holding out her hand for the letters.] Oh! SiE William. [Putting them behind his back.] Hey ! Rose. [Faintly.] I thought you wished me to read them. [He yields them to her grudgingly, she taking his hand and bending over it.] Ah, thank you. Sir William. [Withdrawing his hand with a look of disrelish.} What are ye doing, madam? what are ye doing? [He sits, producing his snuff-box; she sits, upon the basket, facing him, and opens the packet of letters. 152 teelawny of the " wells." Rose. [Beading a letter.] "To reassure you as to my ■well-being, I cause this to be posted in London by a friend " Sm William. [Pointing a finger at her again, accusingly.] A friend ! Rose. [Looking up, with simple pride.] He would never call me that. [Reading.] "I am in good bodily health, and as contented as a man can be who has lost the woman he loves, and will love till his dying day—" Ah ! Sir William. Read no more ! Return them to me ! give them to me, ma'am ! [Rising, she restores the letters, meekly. He peers up into her face.] What's come to ye? You are not so much of a vixen as you were. Rose. [Shaking her head.] No. Sm William. [Suspiciously.] Less of the devil ? Rose. Sir William, I am sorry for having been a vixen, and for all my unruly conduct, in Cavendish Square. I humbly beg your, and Miss Gower's, forgiveness. trelawny of the " wells." 153 Sir William. [Taking snuff, uncmnfortably.] Pi — i — i — sh ! extraordinary change. Robe. Aren't you changed, Sir William, now that you have lost him? Sir William. I! Rose. Don't you love him now, the more? [His head droops a little, and his hands wander to the brooch which secures his plaid.] Let me take your shawl from you. You would catch cold when you go out [He allows her to remove the plaid, protesting during the process. Sir William. I'll not trouble ye, ma'am. Much obleeged to ye, but I'll not trouble ye. [Rising.] I'll not trouble ye [He walks away to the fireplace, and up the room. She folds the plaid and lays it upon the sofa. He looks round — speaking in an altered tone.] My dear, gypsying doesn't seem to be such a good trade with ye, as it used to be by all accounts [The center door opens and Avonia enters boldly, in the dress of a burlesque prince — cotton-velvet shirt, edged with bullion trimming, a cap, white tights, ankle boots, etc. 154 TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." AvONIA. [Uhconsciovsly.] How's this, Rose ? Sir William. Ah— h-h— h ! Rose. Oh, go away, 'Vonia ! AVONIA. Sir Gower ! [To SiE William.] Good-moming. [She withdraws. Sir William. [Pacing the room — again very violent. '\ Yes! and these are the associates you would have tempted my boy — my grandson — to herd with ! [Flourishing his stick.] Ah— h— h— h ! Rose. [Sitting upon the basket — weakly.] That young lady doesn't live in that attire. She is preparing for the pantomime Sir William. [Standing over her.] And now he's gone; lured away, I suspect, by one of je.— [pointing to the center door] by one of these harridans ! [AvoNiA reappears defiantly. AVONIA. Look here, Sir Gower TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." 155 Rose. [Rising.] Go, 'Vonia! AVONIA. [To Sir William.] We've met before, if you remember, in Cavendish Square Rose. [Sitting again, helplessly.] Oh, Mrs. Gadd ! Sir William. Mistress ! a married lady ! AVONIA. Yes, I spent some of my honeymoon at your house Sir William. What! AVONIA. Excuse my dress ; it's all in the way of my business. Just one word about Rose. Rose. Please, 'Vonia^ ! AVONIA. [To Sir William, who is glaring at her in horror.] Now, there's nothing to stare at. Sir Gower. If you must look anywhere in particular, look at that poor thing. A nice predicament you've brought her to ! 153 teelawnt of the " wells." Sir William. Sir ! [Correcting himself.] Madam ! AVONIA. You've brought her to beggary, amongst you. You've broken her heart; and, what's worse, you've made her genteel. She can't act, since she left your mansion ; she can only mope about the stage with her eyes fixed like a person in a dream — dreaming of him, I suppose, and of what it is to be a lady. And first she's put upon half-salary ; and then, to-day, she gets the sack — the entire sack, Sir Gower ! So there's nothing left for her but to starve, or to make artificial flowers. Miss Trelawny I'm speaking of ! [Going to Rose, and embracing her.] Our Rose ! our Tre- lawny ! [To Rose, breaking down.] Excuse me for interfering, ducky. [RetiHng, in tears.] Good-day, Sir Gower. [She goes out. Sm William. [After a pause, to 'Rose.] Is this — the case? Rose. [Standing, and speaking in a low voice.] Yes. As you have noticed, fortune has turned against me, rather. Sir William. [Penitently.] I — I'm sorry, ma'am. I — I believe ye've kept your word to us concerning Arthur. I— I tkelawnt of the " wells." 167 Rose. [Not heeding him, looking before her, dreamily.] My mother knew how fickle fortune could be to us gypsies. One of the greatest actors that ever lived warned her of that Sib William. Miss Gower will also feel extremely — extremely Rose. Kean once warned mother of that. Sir William. [In an altered tone.] Kean? which Kean? Rose. Edmund Kean. My mother acted with Edmund Kean when she was a girl. Sib William. [Approaching her slowly, speaking in a queer voice.] With Kean ? with Kean ! Robe. Yes. Sm William. .[At her side, in a whisper.] Mj dear, I — Pve seen Edmund Kean. Rose. Yes? 158 TEBLAWNY OP THE " WELLS." SiK William. A young man then, I was; quite different from the man I am now — impulsive, excitable. Kean! [Drawing a deep breath.] Ah, he was a splendid gypsy! Rose. [Looking dotvn at the dress-bashet.] I've a little fillet in there that my mother wore as Cordelia to Kean's Lear Sir William. I may have seen your mother also. I was some- what different in those days Rose. [Kneeling at the basket and opening it.] And the Order and chain, and the sword, he wore in Eichard. He gave them to my father; I've always prized them. [She drags to the surface a chain with an Order attached to it, and a sword-belt and sword — all very theatrical and tawdry — and a little gold fillet. She hands him the chain.] That's the Order. Sir William. [Handling it tenderly. ] Kean ! God bless me ! Rose. [Holding up the fillet.] My poor mother's fillet. TEBLAWNT OF THE " WELLS." 159 SiK William. {Looking at it.} I may have seen her. [Thought- fully.] I was a young man then. [Looking at Rose steadily.] Put it on, my dear. [She goes to ike mirror and puts on the fillet. SiK William. [Examining the Order.] Lord bless us I how he stirred me! how he — ^! [He puts the chain over his shoulders. Rose turns to him. Rose. [Advancing to him.] There! SiK William. [Looking at her.] Cordelia ! Cordelia — with Keau ! Rose. [Adjusting the chain upon him.] This should hang so. [Returning to the basket and taking up the sword-belt and sux>rd.] Look ! Sib William. [Handling them.] Eeanl [To her, in a whisper.] I'll tell ye I I'll tell ye ! when I saw him as Richard — I was young and a fool — I'll tell ye — he almost fired me with an ambition to— to [Fumbling with the belt.] How did he carry this? 160 tbelawny of the " wells." Rose. [Fastening the belt, with the sword, round him.] In this way Sm William. Ah ! [He paces the stage, growling and muttering, and walking with a limp and one shoulder hunched. She watches him, seriously.] Ah! he was a little man tool I remember him ! as if it were last night! I remember [Pausing and looking at her fixedly.] My dear, your prospects in life have been injured by your unhappy acquaintanceship with my grandson. Rose. [Gazing into the fire.] Poor Arthur's prospects in life — what of them? Sib William. [Testily.] Tsch, tsch, tsch! Rose. If I knew where he is 1 Sir William. Miss Trelawny, if you cannot act, you cannot earn your living. Rose. How is he earning his living? ^ebla.wnt op the " wells." 161 Sib William. And if you cannot earn your living, you must be provided for. Rose. [Turning to himi] Provided for? Sm William. Miss Gower was kind enough to bring me here in a cab. She and I will discuss plans for making pro- vision for ye while driving home. Rose. {Advancing to him.] Oh, I beg you will do no such thing, Sir William. SiK William. Hey! Rose. I could not accept any help from you or Miss Gower. Sir William. You must ! you shall ! Rose. I will not. SiK William. [Touching the Order and the sword.] Ah !— yes, I — I'll buy these of ye, my dear 162 tkelawny op the " wells." Rose. Oh, no, no! not for hundreds of pounds! please take them ofiF ! [There is a hurried knocking at the door. Sib William. [Startled.'] Who's that? [Struggling with the chain and belt.] Remove these ! [The handle is heard to rattle. Sir William disappears behind the curtains. Imogen opens the door and looks in. Imogen. [Seeing only Eose, and coming to her and embrac- ing her.] Eose darling, where is Tom Wrench? Rose. He was here not long since Imogen. [Going to the door and calling, desperately.] Tom ! Tom Wrench ! Mr. Wrench ! Rose. Is anything amiss? Imogen. [Shnlly.] Tom ! Rose. Imogen ! tbelawny of the " wells." 163 Imogen. [Returning to Rose.] Oh, my dear, forgive my agitation ! [Tom enters, buoyantly, flourishing the manu- script of his play. Tom. I've found it! at the bottom of a box— "deeper than did ever plummet sound "! [To IMOGEN.J Eh? what's the matter? Imogen. Oh, Tom, old Mr. Morfew ! Tom. [Blankly.] Isn't he willing ? Imogen. [With a gesture of despair.] I don't know. He's dead. Tom. No! Imogen. Three weeks ago. Oh, what a chance he has missed ! [Tom bangs his manuscript down upon the table savagely. Rose. What is it, Tom? Imogen, what is it? 164 teelawny of the " wells." Imogen. [Pacing the room.] lean think of no one else Tom. Done again ! Imogen. We shall lose it, of course Rose. Lose what? Tom. The opportunity — her opportunity, my oppor- tunity, your opportunity, Rose. Robe. [Coming to him.] My opportunity, Tom? Tom. [Pointing to the manuscript.] My play — my comedy— my youngest born! Jenny has a theatre — could have one — has five hundred towards it, put down by a man who believes in my comedy, God bless him ! — the only fellow who has ever be- lieved ? Rose. Oh, Tom! [turning to Imogen] oh, Imogen! Imogen. My dear, five hundred! we want another five, at least. tkela.wny of the " wells." 165 Rose. Another five ! Or eight. Imogen. Tom. And you are to play the part of Dora. Isn't she, Jenny — I mean, wasn't slie? Imogen. Certainly. Just the sort of simple little Miss you could play now. Rose. And we thought that old Mr. Morfew would help us in the speculation. Specula- tion ! it's a dead certainty ! Tom. Dead certainty? poor Morfew ! Imogen. And here we are, stuck fast ! Tom. [Sitting upon the dress-bashet dejectedly.] And they'll expect me to rehearse that dragon to-morrow with enthusiasm. Rose. [Putting her arm around his shoulder.] Never mind, Tom. 166 trelawnt op the " wells." Tom. No, I won't [TaJcing her hand.] Oh, Rose ! [Looking up at her.] Oh, Dora ! [Sir WiLLLiM, divested of his theatrical trap- pings, comes from behind the curtain. Imogen. Oh ! Tom. [Rising.] Eh? Rose. [Retreating]. Sir William Gower, Tom Sir William. [To Tom.] I had no wish to be disturbed, sir, and I withdrew [bowing to Imogen] when that lady entered the room. I have been a party, it appears, to a consultation upon a matter of business. [To ToM.] Do I understand, sir, that you have been defeated in some project which would have served the interests of Miss Trelawny. Tom. Y— y— yes, sir. Sir William. Mr. Wicks Tom. Wrench teelawnt of the " wells." iqi Sir William. Tsch ! Sir, it would give me pleasure — it would give my grandson, Mr. Arthur Gower, pleasure — to be able to aid Miss Trelawny at the present moment. Tom. S — s — sir William, w — w — would you like to hear my play ? Sib William. [Sharply.] Hey ! [Looking round.] Ho, ho 1 Tom. My comedy? Sib William. [Cunningly.] So ye think I might be induced to flu the ofiBce ye designed for the late Mr. — Mr. Imogkn. Morfew. Sir William. Morfew, eh ? Tom. N — n — no, sir. Sib William. No! no! 168 tbblawnt of the " wells." Imogen. [Shrilly.] Yes! Sm WihhiAM. [After a shwt pause, quietly. 1 Read your play, sir. [Pointing to a chair at the table.] Sit down. [To Rose and Imogen.] Sit down. [Tom goes to the chair indicated. Miss Gow- ee's voice is heard outside the door. Miss Gowbb. [Outside.] William! [Rose opens i/i.e door; Miss GowER enters.] Oh, William, what has become of you? has anything dreadful happened? Sib William. Sit down, Trafalgar. This gentleman is about to read a comedy. A cheer! [Testily.] Are there no cheers here ! [Rose brings a chair and places it for Miss Gowee beside Sir William's chair.] Sit down. Miss Goweb. [Sitting, bewildered.] William, is all this — quite ? teelawny of the " wells." 169 Sir William. [Sitting.] Yes, Trafalgar, quite in place— quite in place [Imogen sits. Rose pulls the dress-basket round, as Colpoys and Gadd swagger in at the door, Colpoys smoking a pipe, Gadd a large cigar. Sir William. [To Tom, referring to Gadd and Colpoys.] Friends of yours? Tom. Yes, Sir William. Sir William. [To Gadd and Colpoys.] Sit down. [Impera- tively.] Sit down and be silent. [Gadd and Colpoys seat themselves upon the sofa, like men in a dream. Rose sits on the dress-basket. Avonia. [Opening the center door slightly — in an anxious voice.] Rose ! Sir William. Come in , ma'am , come in ! [AvoNiA enters, coming to Rose. A cloak is now attached to the shoulders o/ Avonia's dress.] Sit down, ma'am, and be silent ! [AvoNiA sits beside Rose, next to Miss Gower. 1'70 teblawnt of the " wells. Miss Goweb. [In horror.] Oh — h. — h — h ! SiH William. [Restraining her.] Quite in place, Trafalgar; quite in place. [2b Tom.] Now, sir! Tom. [Opening his manuscript and reading.] " Life, a comedy, by Thomas Wrench " END OF THE THIRD ACT. TKELAWNT OP THE "WELLS." 171 THE FOURTH ACT. The scene represents the stage of a theatre with the proscenium arch, and the dark and empty audi- torium in the distance. The curtain is raised. The stage extends a few feet beyond the line of the proscenium, and is terminated by a row of old-fashioned footlights with metal reflectors. On the left, from the proscenium arch runs a wall, in which is an open doorway supposed to admit to the Green-room. Right and left of the stage are the "P." and " O. P." and the first and second entrances, with wings running in grooves, according to the old fashion. Against the wall are some "flats.'" Just below the foot- lights is a T-light, burning gas, and below this the prompt-table. On the right of the prompt- table is a chair, and on the left another. Against the edge of the proscenium arch is another chair; and nearer, on the right, stands a large throne-chair, with a gilt frame and red velvet seat, now much dilapidated. In the "second entrance'" there are a "property" stool, a table, and a chair, all of a similar style to the throne-chair and in like condition, and on the center, as if placed there for the purpose of rehearsal, are a small circular table and a chair. On this table is a work-basket containing a ball of wool and a pair of knitting-needles; and 172 TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." on the prompt-table there is a book. A faded and ragged green baize covers the floor of the stage. The wings, and the flats and borders, suggest by their appearance a theatre fallen somewhat into decay. The light is a dismal one, but it is relieved by a shaft of sunlight entering through a window in the flies on the right. [Mrs. Telfer is seated upon the throne-chair, in an attitude of dejection. Telfeh enters from the Crreen-room. TELrBB. [Coming to her.] Is that you, Violet? Mrs. Tblfbr. Is the reading over? Tblfbr. Almost. My part is confined to the latter 'alf of the second act; so being close to the Green-room door [with a sigh], I stole away. Mrs. Tblfbr. It aflFords you no opportunity, James? Telfer. [Shaking his head.] A mere fragment. tebla.wnt of thb " wells." 1v3 Mks. Telfbk. [Rising.] Well, but a few good speeches to a man of your stamp Telfbk . Yes, but this is so line-y, Violet; so very line-y. And what d'ye think the character is described as? Mks. Telfbk. What? Telfer. " An old, stagey, out-of-date actor." [They stand looking at each other for a mo- ment, silently. Mrs. Telfer. [Falteringly.] Will you — be able— to get near it, James ? Telfbk. [Looking away from her.] I dare say Mrs. Telfbk. [Laying a hand upon his shoulder.] That's all right, then. Telfer. And you — what have they called you for, if you're not in the play? They 'ave not dared to suggest understudy? 174 TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." Mns. Tblper. [Playing with her fingers.] They don't ask me to act at all, James. Telfbr. Don't ask you 1 Mrs. Telfbr. Miss Parrott offers me the position of Wardrobe- mistress. Violet ! Hush! Telfbr. Mrs. Tblfbr. Tblfer. Let us both go home. Mrs. Tblfer. [Restraining him.] No, let us remain. We've been idle six months, and I can't bear to see you without your watch and all your comforts about you. Tblfer. [Pointing toward the Green-room.] And so this new-fangled stuff, and these dandified people, are to push us, and such as us, from our stools ! trelawnt of the " wells." 176 Mrs. Tblfer. Yes, James, just as some other new fashion will, in course of time, push them from their stools. [Fi'om the Green-room comes the sound of a slight clapping of hands, followed by a murmur of voices. The- Telfers move away. Imogen, elaborately dressed, enters from the Qreen-room and goes leisurely to the prompt-table. She is followed by Tom, manuscript in hand, smarter than usual in appearance; and he by O'Dwyer, — an excitable Irishman of about forty, with an extravagant head of hair, — who car- ries a small bundle of "parts " in brown- paper covers. Tom and O'Dwyer join Imogen. O'Dwyer. [To Tom.] Mr. Wrench, I congratulate ye ; I have that honor, sir. Your piece will do, sir; it will take the town, mark me. Tom. Thank you, O'Dwyer. Imogen. Look at the sunshine ! there's a good omen, at any rate. O'Dwyer. Oh, sunshine's nothing. [To Tom.] But did ye 176 TEELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." observe the gloom on their faces whilst ye were readin'? Imogen. [Anxiously.] Yes, they did look glum. O'DWYBR. Glum! it might have been a funeral! There's a healthy prognostication for ye, if ye loike! it's in- fallible. [A keen-faced gentleman and a lady enter, from the Green-room, and stroll across the stage to the right, where they lean against the wings and talk. Then two young gentlemen enter, and Rose follows. Note. — The actors and the actress ap- pearing for the first time in this act, as members of the Pantheon Company, are outwardly greatly superior to the Gadds, the Telfees, and Colpoys. Rose. [Shaking hands with Telfee.] Why didn't you sit near me, Mr. Telfer? [Going to Mes. Telfee.] Fancy our being together again, and at the West End! [To Telfee.] Do you like the play? Telfbk. Like it ! there's not a speech in it, my dear — not a real speech; nothing to dig your teeth into IMOGEN PARROTT. TEELAWNY OP THE " WELLS." 177 O'DWTEB. [Allotting the parts, under the direction of Tom and Imogen.] Mr. Mortimer! [One of the young gentlemen advances and receives his part from O'DwYBR, and retires, reading it] Mr. Denzil ! [The keen-faced gentleman takes his part, then joins Imogen on her left and talks to her. The lady now has something to say to the solitary young gentleman. Tom. [To O'DwYER, quietly, handing him a part] Miss Brewster. O'DWYER. [Beckoning to the lady, who does not observe him, her back being towards him.] Come here, my love. Tom. [To O'DwYER.] No, no, O'Dwyer — not your "love." O'DWTEH. [Perpleoced.] Not? Tom. No. O'DWYEK. No? Tom. Why, you are meeting her this morning for the first time. 178 TKELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." O'DWTBB, That's true enough. [Approaching the lady and' handing her the part."] Miss Brewster. The Lady. Much obliged. O'DwTBB. [Quietly to her.] It '11 fit ye like a glove, darlin'. [The lady sits, conning her part. O'Dwyer returns to the table. Tblfbr. [To Rose.] Your lover in the play? which of these young sparks plays your lover — Harold or Ger- ald ? Rose. Gerald. I don't know. There are some people not here to-day, I believe. O'DWTEB. Mr. Hunston! [The second young gentleman advances, re- ceives his part, and joins the other young gentleman in the wings. Rose. Not that young man, I hope. Isn't he a little bandy? trblawny op the " wells." 179 Tblfbr. One of the finest Macduffs I ever fought with was bow-legged. O'DWTER. Mr. Kelfer. Tom. [To O'DwYEE.] No, no— Telfer. O'DWTBB. Telfer. [Telfer draws himself erect, puts his hand in his breast, but otherwise remains stationary. Mbs. Telfeb. [Ana;iously.] That's you, James. O'DWYEE. Come on, Mr. Telfer! look alive, sir! Tom. [To O'DwYER.] Sssh, sssh, sssh! don't, don't ! [Telfer advances to the prompt-table, slowly. He receives his part from O'Dwyer. To Telfer, awk- wardly.] I — I hope the little part of Poggs appeals to you, Mr. Telfer. Only a sketch, of course ; but there was nothing else — quite — in your Telfer. Nothing? to whose share does the Earl fall? 180 teblawnt of the " wells." Tom. Oh, Mr. Denzil plays Lord Parracourt. Telper. Deuzil? I've never 'eard of 'im. Will you get to me to-day? Tom. We — we expect to do so. Tblfek. Very well. [Stiffly.] Let me be called in the street. [He stalks away. Mes. Telfer. [Relieved.] Thank Heaven! I was afraid James would break out. Rose. [To Mrs. Telfer,] But you, dear Mrs. Telfer — you weren't at the reading — what are you cast for? Mrs. Tbleeb. I? [Wiping away a tear.] I am the Wardrobe- mistress of this theatre. Rose. You! [Embracing her.] Oh! oh! Mrs. Telfer. [Composing herself.] Miss Trelawny — Rose— my child, if we are set to scrub a floor — and we may TBELAWNY OK THE " WELLS." 181 come to that yet — let us make up our minds to scrub it legitimately — with dignity [She disappears and is seen no mcrre. O'DWTEE. Miss Trelawny ! come here, my de Tom. [ To O'DWTER. ] Hush ! O'DWTER. Miss Trelawny ! [Rose receives her part from O'Dwyer and, after a word or two with Tom and Imogen, joins the two young gentlemen who are in the ^^ second entrance, L." The lady, who has been seated, now rises and crosses to the left, where she meets the keen-faced gentleman, who has finished his conversa- tion with Imogen. The Lady. [To the keen faced gentleman.] I say, Mr. Den- zil! who plays Gerald? The Gentlemen. Gerald? The Lady. The man I have my scene with in the third act — the hero 182 teblawny of the " wells." The Gentleman. Oh, yes. Oh, a young gentleman from the coun- try, I understand. The Lady. From the country ! The Gentleman. He is coming up by train this morning. Miss Par- rott tells me; from Bath or somewhere The Lady. Well, whoever he is, if he can't play that scene with me decently, my part's not worth rags. Tom. [To Imogen, who is sitting at the prompt-table.] Er — h'm— shall we begin. Miss Parrott? Imogen. Certainly, Mr. Wrench. Tom. We'll begin, O'Dwyer. [The lady titters at some remark from the keen-faced gentleman. O'DWYEK. [Coming down the stage, inolently.] Clear the TEELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." 183 stage there! I'll not have it! Upon my honor, this is the noisiest theatre I've ever set foot in ! [Theivings are cleared, the characters disap- pearing into the Green-room. O'DWTEB. I can't hear myself speak for all the riot and con- fusion! Tom. [To O'DwYER.] My dear O'Dwyer, there is no riot, there is no confusion Imogen. [To O'DwYEE.] Except the riot and confusion you are making. Tom. You know, you're admirably earnest, O'Dwyer, but a little excitable. O'DWTBB. [Calming himself.] Oh, I beg your pardon, I'm sure. [Emphatically.} My system is, begin as you mean to go on. Imogen. But we don^t mean to go on like that. Tom. Of course not; of course not. Now, let me see — [pointing to the right center] we shall want another chair here. 184 TEELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." O'DwTEK. Another chair? Tom. A garden chair. O'DWTEK. [Excitably.] Another chair ! Now, then, another chair! Properties! where are ye? do ye hear me callin'? must I raise my voice to ye ? [He rushes away. Imogen. [To Tom.] Phew ! where did you get Mm from? Tom. [Wiping his brow.] Known Michael for years- most capable, invaluable fellow Imogen. [Simply.] I wish he was dead. Tom. So do I. [O'DwYER returns, carrying a light chair. Tom. Well, Where's the property-man? O'DWTER. [Pleasantly.] It's all right now. He's gone to dinner. tbbla.wny of the " wells." 186 Tom. [Placing the chair in position.] Ah, then he'll be back some time during the afternoon. [Looking about him.] That will do. [Taking up his manu- script.] Call — haven't you engaged a call-boy yet, ODwyer? O'DWYEK. I have, sir, and the best in London. Imogen. Where is he? O'DWTBB. He has sint an apology for his non-attindance. Imogen. Oh ! O'DWTER. A sad case, ma'am ; he's buryin' his wife. Tom. Wife! Imogen. The call-boy? Tom. What's his age? O'DwTER. Ye see, he happens to be an elder brother of my own 186 tbelawny of the " wells." Imogen and Tom. O Lord ! Tom. Nevermind! let's get on! Call Miss [Look' ing toward the right.] Is that the Hall-Keeper? [A man, suggesting by his appearance that he is the Hall-Keeper, presents himself, with a card in his hand. O'DWTBB. [Furiously.] Now then! are we to be continually interrupted in this fashion? Have I, or have I not, given strict orders that nobody whatever ? Tom. Hush, hush! see whose card it is; give me the card O'DWTBS. [Handing the card to Tom.] Ah, I'll make rules here. In a week's time you'll not know this for the same theatre [Tom has passed the card to Imogen without looking at it. Imogen. [Starin-g at it blankly.] Oh ! Tom. [To her.] Eh? teelawnt of the " wells." 187 Imogen. Sip William ! Su- William ! Tom. Imogen. What can he want? what shall we do? Tom. [After referring to his watch— to the Hall-Keeper.] Bring this gentleman on to the stage. [Tfee Hall- Keeper vjithdraws. To O'Dwyer.] Make yourself scarce for a few moments, O'Dwyer. Some private business O'DWTEE. All right. I've plenty to occupy me. I'll begin to frame those rules [He disappears. Imogen. [To Tom.] Not here Tom. [To Imogen.] The boy can't arrive for another twenty minutes. Besides, we must, sooner or later, accept responsibility for our act. Imogen. [Leaning upon his arm.] Heavens! I foi-etold this! 188 tkelawnt of the " wells." Tom. [Grimly.] I know — " said so all along." Imogen. If he should withdraw his capital ! Tom. [With clenched hands. 1 At least, that would enable me to write a melodrama. Imogen. Why? Tom. I should then understand the motives and the springs of Crime ! [The Hall-Keeper reappears, showing the way to Sir Wiluam Gower. Sir William's hat is drawn down over his eyes, and the rest of his face is almost entirely concealed by his plaid. The Hall-Keeper with- draws. Tom. [Receiving Sir William.] How d'ye do, Sir William? Sib William. [Giving him two fingers— with a grunt.] Ugh ! teelawny of the " wells." 189 Tom. These are odd surroundings for you to find yourself in [Imogen cornea forward.] Miss Parrott Sib William. [Advancing to her, giving her two fingers.] Good- morning, ma'am. Imogen. This is perfectly delightful. Sir William. What is? Imogen. [Faintly.] Your visit. Sir William. Ugh! [Weakly.] Give me a cheer. [Looking about him.] Have ye no cheers here? Tom. Yes. [Tom places the throne-chair behind Sir William, who sinks into it. Sir William. Thank ye; much obleeged. [To Imogen.] Sit. [Imogen hurriedly fetches the stool and seats herself beside the throne-chair. Sm William produces his snuff-box.] You are astonished at seeing me here, I dare say? 190 teelawny of the " wells." Tom. Not at all. Sir William. [Glancing at Tom.] Addressing the lady. [To Imogen.] You are surprised to see me? Imogen. Very. Sir William. [To Tom.] Ah I [Tom retreats, getting behind Sir William's chair and looking down upon him.'] The truth is, I am beginning to regret my association with ye. Imogen. [Her hand to her heart.] Oh— h— h — h ! Tom. [Under his breath.] Oh! [Holding his fist over Sir William's head.] Oh — h — h— h ! Imogen. [Piteously]. You — you don't propose to withdraw your capital, Sir William? Sir William. That would be a breach of faith, ma'am Imogen. Ah! teelawny of the " wells." 191 Tom. [ Walking about, jauntily.] Ha ! Imosbn. [Seizing Sir William's hand. ] Friend ! Sib William. [Withdrawing his hand sharply.] I'll thank ye not to repeat that action, ma'am. But I — I have been slightly indisposed since I made your acqueent- ance in Clerkenwell ; I find myself unable to sleep at night. [To Tom.] That comedy of yours— it buzzes continually in my head, sir. Tom. It was written with such an intention, Sir William — to buzz in people's heads. Sib William. Ah, I'll take care ye don't read me another, Mr. Wicks ; at any rate, another which contains a char- acter resembling a member of my family — a late member of my family. I don't relish being re- minded of late membei's of my family in this way, and being kept awake at night, thinking— turning over in my mind Imogen. [Soothingly.] Of course not. 192 tbelawnt of the " wells." Sir William. [Taking snuff.] Pa— a— a— h! pi— i— i— sh! When I saw Kean, as Richard, he reminded me of no member of my family. Shakespeare knew better than that, Mr. Wicks. [To Imogen.] And therefore, ma'am, upon receiving your letter last night, ac- queenting me with your intention to commence rehearsing your comedy — [glancing at Tom] his comedy Imogen. [Softly.] Our comedy Sir William. Ugh — to-day at noon, I determined to present myself here and request to be allowed to — to Tom. To watch the rehearsal? Sm William. The rehearsal of those episodes in your comedy which remind me of a member of my family — a late member. Imogen. [Constrainedly]. Oh, certainly Tom. [Firmly.] By all means. TRELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." 193 SiK William. [Rising, assisted by Tom.] I don't wish to be steered at by any of your — what d'ye call 'em? — your gypsy crew Tom. Ladies and Gentlemen of the Company, we call 'em. Sir William. [Tartly.] I don't care what ye call 'em. [Tom restores the throne-chair to its former position.] Put me into a curtained box, where I can hear, and see, and not be seen; and when I have heard and seen enough, I'll return home— and — and — obtain a little sleep ; and to-morrow I shall be well enough to sit in Court again. Tom. [Calling.] Mr. O'Dwyer [O'DwYER appears; Tom speaks a word or two to him, and hands him the manu- script of the play. Imogen. [To Sir William, falteringly.] And if you are pleased with what you see this morning, perhaps you will attend another ? Sib William. [Angrily.] Not I. After to-day I wash my hands of ye. What do plays and players do, coming into my 194 TEELAWNY OF THE " WELLS." head, disturbing my repose! [More composedly, to Tom, who has returned to his side.] Your comedy has merit, sir. You call it Life. There is a char- acter in it — a young man — not unlike life, not un- like a late member of my family. Obleege me with your arm. [To Imogen.] Madam, I have arrived at the conclusion that Miss Trelawny belongs to a set of curious people who in other paths might have been useful members of society. But after to day I've done with ye— done with ye [To Tom.] My box, sir — my box [Tom leads Sir William up the stage. Tom. [To O'DwYER.] Begin rehearsal. Begin rehear- sal! Call Miss Trelawny! [Tom and Sir William disappear. O'DWTEE. Miss Trelawny ! Miss Trelawny I [Rushing to the left.] Miss Trelawny! how long am I to stand here shoutin' myself hoarse— — ? [Rose appears. EOSE. [Gently.] Am I called? O'DWYBR. [Instantly calm.] You are, darlin'. [O'Dwyer takes his place at the prompt-table, book in hand. Imogen and Eose stand together in the center. The TEELAWNT OP THE " WELLS." 195 other members of the company come from the Green- room and stand in the wings, ivatching the rehear- sal.] Now then ! [Reading from the manuscript.'] "At the opening of the play Peggy and Dora are discovered " Who's Peggy? [Excitedly.] Wliere's Peggy? Am I to ? Imogen. Here I am ! here I am ! I an) Peggy. O'DWYER. [Calm.] Of course ye are, lovey — ma'am, I should say— — Imogen. Yes, you should. O'DWTBR. " PcffSy is seated upon the Right, Dora on the Left ' ' [EosB and Imogen seat themselves accord- ingly. In a difficulty.] No — Peggy on the Left, Dora on the Right. [Violently.] This is the worst written scrip I've ever held in my hand [Rose and Imogen change places.] So horribly scrawled over, and interlined, and^no — I was quite correct. Peggy is on the Right, and Dora is on the Left. [Imogen and Rose again change seats. O'Dwyek reads from the manuscript.] "Peggy is engaged in — in " I can't decipher it. A scrip like this is a disgrace to any well-conducted theatre. [ To Imogen.] I don't know what you're doin'. " Dora is — is " 196 TEELAWNr OF THE " WKLL8." [lb Rose.] You are also doin' something or another. Now then! When the curtain rises, you are dis- covered, both of ye, employed in the way de- scribed [Tom returns.] Ah, here ye are! [Re- signing the manuscript to Tom, and pointing out a passage.] I've got it smooth as far as there. Tom. Thank you. O'DWTBB. [Seating himself.] You're welcome. Tom. [To EosB and Imogen.] Ah, you're not in your right positions. Change places, please. [Imogen and Rose change seats once more. O'DwYER rises and goes away. O'DWYER. [Out of sight, violently.] A scrip like that's a scandal! If there's a livin' soul that can read bad handwriting, I am that man ! But of all the 1 Tom. Hush, hush I Mr. O'Dwyer ! O'DWTER. [Returning to his chair.] Here. teblawnt of the "wells." 197 Tom. [Taking the book from the prompt-table and hand- ing it to Imogen.] You are reading. O'DWYBR. [ Sotto voce.] I thought so. Tom. [To Rose.] You are working. O'DwYBR. Working. Tom. [Pointing to the basket on the table.] There are your needles and wool. [EosE takes the wool and the needles out of the basket. Tom takes the ball of wool from her and places it in the center of the stage.] You have allowed the ball of wool to roll from your lap on to the grass. You will see the reason for that presently. Rose. I remember it, Mr. Wrench. Tom. The curtain rises. [To Imogen.] Miss Parrott Imogen. [Referring to her part.] What do I say? 198 teelawny of the " wells." Tom. Nothing — you yawn. Imogen. [Yauming, in a perfunctory way.] Oh — hi Tom. As if you meant it, of course. Imogen. Well, of course. Tom. Your yawn must tell the audience that you are a young lady who may be driven by boredom to almost any extreme. O'DWYEB. [Jumping up.] This sort of thing. [Yavming extravagantly.] He — oh! Tom. [Irritably.] Thank you, O'Dwyer; thank you. O'DWTEB. [Sitting again.] You're welcome. Tom. [To Rose.] You speak. teelawny op the " wells. ' 1 99 Robe. [Reading from her part — retaining the needles and the end of the wool.} " What are you reading, Miss Chaffinch? " Imogen. [Reading from her part. ] "A novel." Rose. "And what is the name of it? " Imogen. " The Seasons." Robe. " Why is it called that? " Imogen. ' ' Because all the people in it do seasonable things." Robe. " For instance ? " Imogen. "In the Spring, fall in love." Rose. " In the Summer? " Imogen. " Become engaged. Delightful ! " 200 tbelawnt of the " wells." Robe. "Autumn?" Imogen. ' ' Marry. Heavenly ! " Rose. " Winter? " Imogen. "Quarrel. Ha, ha, ha! " Tom. [To Imogen.] Close the book— with a bang O'DWTBK. [Bringing his hands together sharply by way of suggestion. ] Bang ! Tom. llrritably.] Yes, yes, O'Dwyer. [To Imogen.] Now rise O'Dwyer. Up ye get! Tom. And cross to Dora. Imogen. [Going to Rose.] "Miss Harrington, don't you wish occasionally that you were engaged to be married? " teklawny of the " wells." 201 Rose. "No." Imogen. " Not on wet afternoons? " Rose. " I am perfectly satisfied with this busy little life of mine, as your aunt's Companion." Tom. [To Imogen.] Walk about, discontentedly. Imogen. [Walking about.] "I've nothing to do; let's tell each other our ages. " Rose. "I am nineteen." Tom. [To Imogen.] In a loud whisper Imogen. " I am twenty-two." O'DWYER. [Rising and going to Tom.] Now, hadn't ye better make that sta;-and-twenty? Imogen. [Joining them, with asperity.] Why? why? 202 tbblawny op the " wells." Tom. No, no, certainly not. Go on. Imogen. {Angrily.'] Not till Mr. O'Dwyer retires into his corner. Tom. O'Dwyer [O'Dwyer takes his chair, and re- tires to the "prompt-corner,'" out of sight, with the air of martyrdom. Tom addresses Rose.] You speak. Rose. "I shall think, and feel, the same when I am twenty-two, I am sure. I shall never wish to marry." Tom. [To Imogen.] Sit on the stump of the tree. Imogen. Where's that? Tom. [Pointing to the stool down the stage.'] Where that stool is. Imogen. [Sitting on the stool.] "Miss Harrington, who is the Mr. Gerald Leigh who is expected down to-day? " Rose. "Lord Parracourt's secretary." trblawnt op the " wells." 203 Imogen. " Old and poor! " RoaB. ' ' Neither, I believe. He is the son of a college chum of Lord Parracourt's — so I heard his lordship tell Lady McArchie — and is destined for public life." Imogen. ' ' Then he's young ! " Rose. " Extremely, I understand." Imogen. [Jumping up, in obedience to a sign from Tom.] "Oh, how can you be so spiteful ! " Robe. "I!" Imogen. " You mean he's too young! " Rose. " Too young for what? " Imogen. "Too young for — oh, bother!" Tom. [Looking towards the keen-faced gentleman.] Mr. Denzil. 204 TEELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." O'DWTEK. [Putting his head round the corner.] Mr. Denzil! [The keen-faced gentleman comes forward, reading his part, and meets Imogen. The Gentleman. [Speaking in the tones of an old man.] "Ah, Miss Peggy 1 " Tom. [To Rose.] Rise, Miss Trelawny. O'DWTEK. [His head again appearing.] Rise, darlin.' ! [Rose rises. The Gentleman. [To Imogen.] "Your bravura has just arrived from London. Lady McArchie wishes you to try it over; and if I may add my entreaties " Imogen. [Taking his arm.] "Delighted, Lord Parracourt. [To Rose.] Miss Harrington, bring your work indoors and hear me squall. [To the Gentleman.] Why, you must have telegraphed to townl " The Gentleman. [As they cross the stage.] "Yes, but even teleg- TRELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." 205 raphy is too sluggish in executing your smallest command." [Imogen and the keen-faced gentleman go off on the left. He remains in the wings, she returns to the prompt-table. Rose. "Why do Miss Chaffinch and her girl-friends talk of nothing, think of nothing apparently, but marriage? Ought a woman to make marriage the great object of life? can there be no other? I won- der " [She goes off, the wool trailing after her, and disappears into the Green-room. The ball of wool remains in the center of the stage. Tom. IReading from his manuscript.] "The piano is heard; and Peggy's voice singing. Gerald enters " Imogen. [Clutching Tom's arm.] There—— ! Tom. Ah, yes, here is Mr. Gordon. [Arthur appears, in a traveling coat. Tom and Imogen hasten to him and shake hands with him vigorously. 206 tbblawnt op the " wells." Tom. [On Arthur's right] How are you? Imogen. [On his left nervously. '\ How are you? Akthur. [Breathlessly.] Miss Parrott! Mr. Wrench! for- give me if I am late; my cab -horse galloped from the station Tom. We have just reached your entrance. Have you read your part over? Ahthuk. Eead it! [Talcing it from his pocket.'] I know every word of it! it has made my journey from Bristol like a flight thi'ough the air! Why, Mr. Wrench [turning over the leaves of his part], some of this is almost me ! Tom and Imogen. [Nervously.] Ha, ha, ha! Tom. Gomel you enter 1 [pointing to the right] there! [returning to the prompt-table with Imogen] you stroll on, looking about you ! Now, Mr. Gordon ! TBELAWNT OF THE " WELLS." 207 ASTHUB. [Advancing to the center of the stage, occasionally glancing at his part.] " A pretty place. I am glad I left the carriage at the lodge and walked through the grounds." [There is an exclamation, proceeding from the auditorium, and the sound of the over- turning of a chair. Imogen. Oh! O'DWTER. [Appearing, looking into the auditorium.'] What's that? This is the noisiest theatre I've ever set foot in ! Tom. Don't heed it ! [To Arthur.] Go on, Mr. Goi-don. Arthur. "Somebody singing. A girl's voice. Lord Parra- court made no mention of anybody but his hostess — the dry, Scotch widow. [Picking up the ball of wool.] This is Lady McArchie's, I'll be bound. The very color suggests spectacles and iron-gray curls " Tom. Dora returns. [Calling.] Doral O'DWTEB. Dora! where are ye? 208 tbelawnt op the " wells." The Gentleman. [Going to the Green-room door.] Dora I Dora ! [EosE appears in the wings. Rose. [To Tom.] I'm sorry. Tom. Go on, please ! [There is another sound, nearer the stage, of the overturning of some ol^ect. O'DWTBR. What ? Tom. Don't heed it ! Rose. [ Coming face to face with Arthur. ] Oh 1 Abthur. Rose ! Tom. Go on, Mr. Gordon ! Arthttr. [To Rose, holding out the ball of wool.] "I beg your pardon — are you looking for this ? " Rose. "Yes, I — I — I " [Dropping her head upon his breast.] Oh, Arthur! [Sir William enters, and comes forward on Arthur's right. tbblawnt of the " wells." 209 Sib William. Arthur ! Ahthuk. [Turning to him.] Grandfather! O'DWTKK. [Indignantly.] Upon my soul ! Tom. Leave the stage, O'Dwyer ! [O'DwYER vanishes. Imogen goes to those who are in the wings and talks to them ; gradually they withdraw into the Green- room. EosE sinks on to the stool; Tom comes to her and stands beside her. SiK William. What's this? what is it ? Arthur. [Bewildered.] Sir, I — I — you — and — and Bose — are the last persons I expected to meet here Sib William. Ah-h-h— h ! Ahthuk. Perhaps you have both already learned, from Mr. Wrench or Miss Parrott, that I have — become — a gypsy, sir? 210 tbblawnt of the " wells." Sib William. Not I; [pointing to Tom and Imooen] these— these people have thought it decent to allow me to make the discovery for myself. [He sinks into the throne-chair. Tom goes to Sir William. Arthur joins Imogen; they talk together rapidly and earnestly. Tom. [To Sir William.] Sir William, the secret of your grandson's choice of a profession Sir William. [Scornfully i\ Profession ! Tom. Was one that I was pledged to keep as long as it was possible to do so. And pray remember that your attendance here this morning is entirely your own act. It was our intention Sib William. [Struggling to his feet.'] Where is the door? the way to the door? Tom. And let me beg you to understand this, Sir William — that Miss Trelawny was, till a moment ago, as ignorant as yourself of Mr. Arthur Gower's doings, of his movements, of his whereabouts. She TKELA.WNT OF THE " WELLS." 211 would never have thrown herself in his way, in this manner. Whatever conspiracy Sir William. Conspiracy! the right word — conspiracy! Tom. Whatever conspiracy there has been is my own — to bring these two young people together again, to make them happy [Rose holds out her hand to Tom ; he takes it. They are joined by Imogen. Sir William. [Looking about him.] The door ! the door ! Arthttr. [Coming to Sir Willla.m.] Grandfather, may I, when rehearsal is over, venture to call in Cavendish Square ? Sir William. Call ! Arthur. Just to see Aunt Trafalgar, sir? I hope Aunt Tra- falgar is well, sir. Sir William. [With a slight change of tone.] Your Great-aunt Trafalgar? Ugh, yes, I suppose she will consent to see ye 212 teelawny of the " wells." Aethub. Ah, sir ! Sir WiLiiiAM. But /shall be out; J shall not be within doors. Arthur. Then, if Aunt Trafalgar will receive me, sir, do you think I may be allowed to — to bring Miss Trelawny with me ? Sir William. What ! ha, I perceive you have already acquired the impudence of your vagabond class, sir; the brazen eflProntery of a set of ! Rose. [Rising and facing him.] Forgive him! forgive him ! oh. Sir William, why may not Arthur become, some day, a, splendid gypsy? Sir William. Eh? BOBE. Like Sir William. [Peering into her face.'] Like ? Rose. Like teelawny op the " wells." 213 Tom. Yes, sir, a gypsy, though of a different order from the old order which is departing — a gypsy of the new school! Sir William. [To Rose.] Well, Miss Gower is a weak, foolish lady ; for aught I know she may allow this young man to — to — take ye Imogen. I would accompany Rose, of course, Sir William. Sir William. ITartly.] Thank ye, ma'am. [Turning.] I'll go to my carriage. Arthur. Sir, if you have the carriage here, and if you would have the patience to sit out the rest of the rehearsal, we might return with you to Cavendish Square. Sir William. [Choking.] Oh— h— h— h ! Arthur. Grandfather, we are not rich people, and a cab to us Sir William. [Exhavsted.] Arthur ! 214 tbelawnt of the " wells." Tom. Sir William will return to his box ! [Going up the stage.] O'Dwyer ! Sir William. [Protesting weakly.] No, sir ! no ! [O'Dwyer appears. Tom. Mr. O'Dwyer, escort Sir William Gower to his box. [Arthur goes up the stage with Sir William, Sir William still uttering protests. Eose and Imogen embrace. O'Dwyer. [Giving an arm to Sir William.] Lean on me, sir! heavily, sir ! Tom. Shall we proceed with the rehearsal, Sir William, or wait till you are seated ? Sir William. [Violently.] Wait! Confound ye, d'ye think I want to remain here all day! [Sir William and O'Dwyer disappear. TKELAWNT OF THE " WELLS. 215 Tom. [Coming forward, ivith Arthur on his right — tmldly.] Go on -with the rehearsal ! Mr. Gordon and Miss Rose Trelawny ! Miss Trelawny! [EOSE goes to him.] Trelawny — late of the "Wells"! Let us — let [Gripping Arthur's hand tightly, he boivs his head upon Rose's shoulder.] Oh, my dears ! let us — get on with tiie rehearsal ! THE END. ' J. WHITMORE BAllRT, 203 West Eleventh Street. New York City: " Please let me know the value of the ' Hlstorv and Toposraphy of the United State.s,' by John Howard Hintcm, printed [in two volume.'? in London, without date. Also kindly give a list of Arthur W. Pinero's plays, ■with a sketch of his life." Hinton's book i.s worth from K' to .fT.SO. Arthur Wing Pinei'o was born in London, May 24, IS.'w, and he wa.s educated for the legal profe.ssion. He first appeared a.s an lactor in 1.S74. and his first play was per- : formed three years later. A complete list [of his plays, with dates of production, is as follows: "Two Can Play at That Game," (1S77; "£200 a Year," 1.877; "Daisy's Es- I cape," 187fl; " Hester's Mystery," 1880; I " Bygones," 1.880; " The Money Spinner," '1.S80: "The Squire," 1881; "The Rector," I 18.83; "Lords and Commons," 188:1; "The i Rocket," 188:'.; "Low Water," 18S4; "The Ironmaster," (adapted from Ohnet's book,) 1884; "In Chancery," 1S84: " Mayfair," lS8.j; " The Magistrate," 1885; " The School- mistress," 188t); " The Hobby Horse," 1886; "Dandy Dick." 18.87; "Sweet Lavender," 1888; " The Weaker Sex," 1*88; " The Profli- gate," 1880; "The Cabinet Minister," 1800; "Lady Bountiful." 1801; "The Times," 1801; "The Amazons," 1803; "The Second Mrs. Tanqueray," 1.803; " The Notorious Mrs. Ebbsmith," 1803; "The Benefit of the Doubt," 1800.; " The Princess and the But- terfly," 1807: "Trelawny of the Well.s," 1898; " The Gay Lord Quex," 1809.