CORNELL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY BOUGHT WITH THE INCOME OF THE SAGE ENDOWMENT FUND GIVEN IN 1 89 1 BY HENRY WILLIAMS SAGE c^U pit ■"rt. Om DUE Cornell University Library PB6013.R21V9 1913 The Voysey 'nheritarice:a play, in Jiv" 3 1924 013 620 152 Cornell University Library The original of tliis 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/cu31924013620152 PLAYS by HARLEY GRANVILLE-BARKER The Marrying of Ann Leete. The Voysey Inheritance. (Revised 1913.) Waste. (Rewritten 1926.) The Madras House. (Revised 1925.) Rococo: Vote by Ballot; Farewell to the Theatre. (Three one-act plays.) 1917. The Secret Life. 1923. His Majesty. 1928. With LAURENCE HOUSMAN, Prunella: or. Love in a Dutch Garden. 1906. With DION CLAYTON CALTHROP. The Harlequinade. 1918. English Versions of Foreign Plays. Anatol: 6y Arthur Schnitzler. 1911. Six Gentlemen in a Row: by Jules Romains. 1927. With HELEN GRANVILLE-BARKER. The Kingdom of God : The Romantic Young Lady : by Gregorio Martinez Sierra. 1927-9. The Women have their Way: A Hundred Years Old: Fortunate : The Lady from Alfaqueque : by Serafin and Joaquin Alvarez Quintero. 1927. Sidgwick & Jackson, Ltd., 44 Museum Street, London THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 1903-5 Revised 1913 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE: A PLAY, IN FIVE ACTS, BY HARLEY GRANVILLE-BARKER LONDON: SIDGWICK & JACKSON, LTD. 44 MUSEUM STREET. MCMXXIX Lt. f3<$V3 This pla^ is fully protected in the British Empire and the United States of America, andmustnot he performed or broadcast either wholly or in part without permission, for which pro- fessionals should apply to the Trans- lators in the care of the Publishers, amateurs to The Society of Authors, 11 Gower Street, London, W.C.I. ' First Impression, Atigust 1909 Second „ August 1909 ► Third „ September 1909 * Fourth ,, November 1909 Fifth „ April 1910 Sixth „ January 1912 _ Revised edition, reset, March 1913— * Eighth Impression, March 1913 Ninth „ January 1916 Tenth „ June 1920 Eleventh „ March 1923 Twelfth „ June 1929 • In Thkee Plays. PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY E. 61 E. CLARK, LIMITED, EDINBURGH " The Voysey Inheritance " mas first played at the Court Theatre, Shane Square, on the afternoon of November 7th, 1905. Mr. Voysey A. E. George Mrs. Voysey Miss Florence Haydon Trenchabd Voysey, K.C Eugene Mayeur Honor Voysey Miss Geraldine Olliffe Major Booth Voysey Charles Fulton Mrs. Booth Voysey Miss Grace Edwin Christopher Harry C. Duff Edward Voysey Thalberg Corbett Hugh Voysey Dennis Eadie Mrs. Hugh Voysey Miss Henrietta Watson Ethel Voysey Miss Alexandra Carlisle Denis Tregoning Frederick Lloyd Alice Maitland Miss Mabel Hackney Mr. Booth 0. B. Clarence The Eev. Evan Colpus Edmund Gwenn Peacey Trevor Lowe Phoebe Miss Gwynnetk Galton Mary Mrs. Fordyce THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE The Office of Voysey and Son is in the best part of Lincoln's Inn. Its panelled rooms give out a sense of grand- motherly comfort and security, very grateful at first to the hesitating investor, the dubious litigant. Mr. Voysey' s onm room into which he walks about twenty past ten of a morning radiates enterprise besides. There is polish on everything ; on the windows, on the mahogany of the tidily packed writing-table that stands between them, on the brasswork of the fire- place in the other wall, on the glass of the firescreen which preserves only the pleasantness of a sparkling fire, even on Mr. Voysey s hat as he takes it off to place it on the little red curtained shelf behind the door. Mr. Voysey is sixty or more and masterful ; would obviously be master anywhere from his own home outwards, or wreck the situation in his attempt. Indeed there is a buccaneering air sometimes in the twist of his glance, not altogether suitable to a family solicitor. On this bright October morning, Peacey, the head clerk, follows just too late to help him off with his coat, but in time to take it and hang it up with a quite unnecessary subservience. Mi: Voysey is evidently not capable enough to like capable men about him. Peacey, not quite removed from Nature, has made some attempts to acquire protective colour- ing. A very drunken client might mistake him for his master. His voice very easily became a toneless echo of Mr. Voyse^s ; later his features caught a line or two from that mirror of all the necessary virtues into which he was so constantly gazing ; but how his clothes even when new contrive to look like old ones of Mr. Voysey' s is a mystery, and to his B 2 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act i tailor a most annoying one. And Peacey is jmt a respectful number of years his master s junior. Re- lieved of his coat, Mr. Voysey carries to his table the hunch of beautiful roses he is accustomed to bring to the office three times a week and places them for a moment only near the bowl of water there ready to receive them while he takes up his letters. These lie ready too, opened mostly, one or two private ones left closed and discreetly separate. By this time the usual salutations have passed, Feacey's "Good morning, sirs" Mr. Voysey' s "Morning, Veacey." Then as he gets to Ms letters Mr. Voysey starts his day's work. MR. VOYSEY. Any news for me ? PEACEY. I hear bad accounts of Alguazils preferred, sir. MR. VOYSEY. Oh . . who from ? PEACEY. Merrit and James's head clerk in the train this morning. MR. VOYSEY. They looked all right on . . Give me the Times, [peacey goes to the ^replace for the Times ; it is warming there. MR. voysey waves a letter, then places it on the table.] Here, that's for you . . Gerrard's Cross business. Anything else ? PEACEY. [as he turns the Times to its Finance page.] I've made the usual notes. MR. VOYSEY. Thank' ee. PEACEY. Young Benham isn't back yet. MR. VOYSEY. Mr. Edward must do as he thinks fit about that. Alguazils, Alg — oh, yes. He is running his eye down the columns, peacey leans over the letters. PEACEY. This is from Mr. Leader about the codicO . . You'll answer that ? MR. VOYSEY. Mr. Leader. Yes. Alguazils. Mr. Edward's here, I suppose. ACT i] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 3 PEACEY. No, sir. MR. VOYSEY. [his 61/6 twisting with some sharpness.] What! PEACEY. [almost alarmed.] I beg pardon, sir. MR. VOYSEY. Mr. Edward. PEACEY. Oh, yes, sir, been in his room some time. I thought you said Headley; he'snotduebacktill Tliursday. MR. VOYSEY discards the Times and sits to his desk and his letters. MR. VOYSEY. Tell Mr. Edward I've come. PEACEY. Yes, sir. Anything else } MR. VOYSEY. Not for the moment. Ck)ld morning, isn't it ? PEACEY. Quite surprising, sir. MR. VOYSEY. We had a touch of frost down at Chisle- hurst. PEACEY. So early ! MR. VOYSEY. I want it for the celery. All right, I'll call through about the rest of the letters. PEACEY goes, having secured a letter or two, arid MR. VOYSEY having sorted the rest (a proportion into the waste-paper basket) takes up the forgotten roses and starts setting them into a bowl with an artistic hand. Then his son edward comes in. mr. VOYSEY gives him. one glance and goes on arranging the roses but says cheerily. MR. VOYSEY. Good moming, my dear boy. EDWARD has little of his father in him and that little is undermost. It is a refined face but self-conscious- ness takes the place in it of imagination, and in suppressing traits of brutality in his character it looks as if the young man had suppressed his sense of humour too. But whether or no, that would not be much in evidence now, for edward is obviously going through some experience which is scaring him {there is no belter word). He looks not to 4 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act i have slept for a night or two, and his standing there, clutching and unclutching the bundle of papers he carries, his eyes on his father, half appealinghf hut half accusingly too, his whole being altogether so un- strung and desperate, makes mr. voysey's uninter- rupted arranging of the flowers seem very calculated indeed. At last the little tension of silence is broken EDWARD. Father . . MR. VOYSEY. Well } EDWARD. I'm glad to see you. This is a statement of fact. He doesn't know that the commonplace phrase sounds ridiculous at such a moment. MR. VOYSEY. I see you've the papers there. EDWARD. Yes. MR. VOYSEY. You've been through them ? EDWARD. As you wished me . . MR. VOYSEY. Well } [edward docsn't answer. Refer- ence to the papers seems to overwhelm him with shame, mr. VOYSEY goes on with cheerful impatience.^ Come, come, my dear boy, don't take it like this. You're puzzled and worried, of course. But why didn't you come down to me on Saturday night .'' I expected you . . I told you to come. Then your mother was wondering why you weren't with us for dinner yesterday. EDWARD. I went through all the papers twice. I wanted to make quite sure. MR. VOYSEY. Sure of what? I told you to come tome. EDWARD, [he is very near crying.^ Oh, father. MR. VOYSEY. Now look here, Edward, I'm going to ring and dispose of these letters. Please puU yourself together. [He pushes the little button on his table.'] EDWARD. I didn't leave my rooms all day yesterday, MR. VOYSEY. A pleasant Sunday ! You must learn, whatever the business may be, to leave it behind ACT i] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 5 you at the Office. Why, life's not worth living else. PEACEY comes in to find MR. voysey before the fire ostentatiously wanning and rubbing his hands. Oh, there isn't much else, Peacey. Tell Simmons that if he satisfies you about the details of this lease it'll be all right. Make a note for me of Mr. Grainger's address at Mentone. I shall have several things to dictate to At- kinson. I'll whistle for him. PEACEY. Mr. Burnett . . Burnett and Marks had just come in, Mr. Edward. EDWARD. \wUhowt tuming.^ It's only fresh instruc- tions. Will you take them ? PEACEY. All right. PEACEY goes, lifting his eyebrows at the queemess of Edward's manner. This mr. voysey sees, re- turning to his table with a little scowl. MR. voysey. Now sit down. I've given you a bad forty-eight hours, have I ? Well, I've been anxious about you. Never mind, we'll thresh the thing out now. Go through the two accounts Mrs. Murberry's first . . how do you find it stands .'' EDWARD. \his feelings choking him.^ I hoped you were playing off some joke on me. MR. VOYSEY. Come now. EDWARD separates the papers precisely and starts to detail them ; his voice quite toneless. Now and then his father s shaip comments ring out in contrast. EDWARD. We've got the lease of her present house, several agreements . . and here's her will. Here's also a power of attorney expired some time over her securities and her property generally . . it was made out for six months. MR. VOYSEY. She was in South Africa. EDWARD. Here's the Sheffield mortgageand the Henry Smith mortgage with Banker's receipts . . her Banker's to us for the interest up to date . . four and a half and five per cent. Then . Fretworthy Bonds. There's a 6 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act i note scribbled in your writing that they are at the Bank ; but you don't say what Bank. MR. VOYSEY. My own . . Stukeley's. EDWARD. [Just dwelling mi the words-l Your own. I queried that. There's eight thousand five hundred in three and a half India stock. And there are her Banker's receipts for cheques on account of those dividends. I presume for those dividends. MR. voYSEY. Why not .'' EDWARD, [gravely.'] Because then, father, there are her Banker's half yearly receipts for other sums amount- ing to an average of four hundred and twenty pounds a year. But I find no record of any capital to produce this, MR, VOYSEY. Go On. What do you find .'' EDWARD. Till about three years back there seems to have been eleven thousand in Queenslands which would produce — did produce exactly the same sum. But after January of that year I find no record of 'em. MR. VOYSEY. In fact the Queenslands are missing, vanished ? EDWARD, [hardly uttering the word.] Yes. MR. VOYSEY. From which you conclude ? EDWARD. I supposed at first that you had not handed me all the papers. MR. VOYSEY. Since Mrs. Murberry evidently still gets that four twenty a year, somehow ; lucky woman. EDWARD, [in agony.] Oh ! MR. VOYSEY. Well, we'll return to the good lady later. Now let's take the other. EDWARD. The Hatherley Trust. MR. VOYSEY. Quite SO. EDWARD, [rdtk one accusing glance.] Trust. MR. VOYSEY. Go On. EDWARD. Father . . His grief comes uppermost again and MR. voysey meets it i ACT i] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE ^ MR. VOYSEY. I knoWj my dear boy. I shall have lots to say to you. But let's get quietly through with these details first. EDWARD, [bitterly now.] Oh, this is simple enough. We're young Hatherley's only trustees till his coming of age in about five years' time. The property was eighteen thousand invested in Consols. Certain sums were to be allowed for his education ; we seem to be paying them. MR. VOYSEY. Regularly. EDWARD. Quite. But where's the capital ? MR. VOYSEY. No record ? EDWARD. Yes . . A note by you on a half sheet . , Refer to the Bletchley Land Scheme. MR. VOYSEY. That was ten years ago. Haven't I credited him with the interest on his capital ? EDWARD. The balance ought to be re-invested. There's this (a sheet of figures) in your hand -writing. You credit him with the Consol interest. MR. VOYSEY. Quite SO. EDWARD. But I think I've heard you say that the Bletchley scheme paid seven and a half. MR. VOYSEY. At one time. Have you also taken the trouble to calculate what will be due from us to the lad? EDWARD. Yes . . even on the Consol basis . . capital and compound interest . . about twenty six thousand pounds. MR. VOYSEY. A respectable sum. In five years' time? EDWARD. When he comes of age. MR. VOYSEY. That gives us, say, four years and six months in which to think about it. EDWARD waits, hopelessly, for his father to speak again ; then says . . EDWARD. Thank you for showing me these, sir. Shall I put them back in your safe now ? MR. VOYSEY. Yes, you'd better. There's the key. [edward reaches for the bunch, his face hidden.] Put 8 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act i them down. Your hand shakes . . why, you might have been drinking . . I'll put them away later. It's no use having hysterics, Edward. Look your trouble in the face. Edward's only answer is to go to the fire, as far from his father as the room allows. And there he leans on the mantelpiece, his shoulders heaving. MR. VOYSEY. I'm sorry, my dear boy. I wouldn't tell you if I could help it. EDWARD. I can't believe it. And that you should be telling me . . such a thing. MR. VOYSEY. Let yoiu-self go . . have your cry out, as the women say. It isn't pleasant, I know. It isn't pleasant to inflict it on you. EDWARD. How I got through that outer office this morning, I don't know. I came early but some of them were here. Peacey came into my room ; he must have seen there was something up. MR. VOYSEY. That's no matter. EDWARD, \ahle to turn to his father again ; wan round by the kind voice.'] How long has it been going on } Why didn't you tell me before .'' Oh, I know you thought you'd pull through ; but I'm your partner . . I'm responsible too. Oh, I don't want to shirk that . . don't think I mean to shirk that, father. Perhaps I ought to have discovered, but those affairs were always in your hands. I trusted . . I beg your pardon. Oh, it's us . . not you. Everyone has trusted us. MR. VOYSEY. \calmly and kindly stilly You don't seem to notice that I'm not breaking my heart like this. EDWARD. What's the extent of the mischief.' When did it begin } Father, what made you begin it ? MR. VOYSEY. I didn't begin it. EDWARD. You didn't. Who then ? MR. VOYSEY. My father before me. [edward stares.'\ That calms you a little. EDWARD. I'm glad . . my dear father ! \and he puts ACT i] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 9 out his hand. Then Just a doubt enters his mind.^ But I . . it's amazing. MR. VOYSEY. [shaking his head.^ Myinheritaiice,Edward. EDWARD. My dear father I MR. VOYSEY. I had hoped it wasn't to be yours. EDWARD. D'you mean to tell me that this sort of thing has been going on here for years ? For more than thirty years ! MR. VOYSEY. Yes. EDWARD. That's a little hard to understand just at first, sir. MR. VOYSEY. [sententiously.] We do what we must in this worldj Edward ; I have done what I had to do. EDWARD, [his emotion well cooled by nom.^ Perhaps I'd better just listen quietly while you explain. MR. VOYSEY. [concentrating.^ You know that I'm heavily into Northern Electrics. EDWARD. Yes. MR. VOYSEY. But you don't know how heavily. When I got the tip the Municipalities were organising the pur- chase, I saw of course the stock must be up a hundred and forty five — a hundred and fifty in no time. Now Leeds will keep up her silly quarrel with the other place . . they won't apply for powers for another ten years. I bought at ninety five. What are they to-day ? EDWARD. Seventy two. MR. VOYSEY. Seventy one and a half. And in ten years I may be . . I'm getting on for seventy, Edward. That's mainly why you've had to be told. EDWARD. With whose money are you so heavily into Northern Electrics .'' MR. VOYSEY. The firm's money, EDWARD. Clients' money ? MR. VOYSEY. Yes. EDWARD, [coldly.'] Well . . I'm waiting for your explanation, sir. 10 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act i MR. VOYSEY. You seem to have recovered pretty much. EDWARD. Noj sir, I'm trjong to understandj that's all. MR, VOYSEY. [with a shrug.] Children always think the worstof their parentSjIsuppose. I did of mine. It'sapity. EDWARD. Go on, sir, go on. Let me know the worst. MR. VOYSEY. There's no immediate danger. I should think anyone could see that from the figures there. There's no real risk at all. EDWARD. Is that the worst ? MR. VOYSEY. [his anger rising.'] Have you studied these two accounts or have you not } EDWARD. Yes, sir. MR. VOYSEY. Well, Where's the deficiency in Mrs. Murberry's income • . has she ever gone without a shilling ? What has young Hatherley lost ? EDWARD. He stands to lose — MR. VOYSEY. He stands to lose nothing if I'm spared for a little, and you will only bring a little common sense to bear and try to understand the difficulties of my position. EDWARD. Father, I'm not thinking ill of you . . that is, I'm trying not to. But won't you explain how you're justified . . ? MR. VOYSEY. In putting our affairs in order ? EDWARD. Are you doing that ? MR. VOYSEY. What else } EDWARD, [starting patiently to examine the matter^ How bad were things when you first came to control them? MR. VOYSEY. Oh, I forget. EDWARD. You can't forget. MR. VOYSEY. Well . . pretty bad. EDWARD. Do you know how it was my grandfather began to — MR. VOYSEY. Muddlement, muddlement ! Fooled away hundreds and thousands on safe things . . well, then, what was he to do ? He'd no capital, no credit, and was in terror of his life. My dear Edward, if I ACT i] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 11 hadn't found it out in time, he'd have confessed to the first man who came and asked for a balance sheet. EDWARD. Well, what exact sum was he tothe bad then? MR. VOYSEY. I forget. Several thousands. EDWARD. But surely it has not taken all these years to pay off — MR. VOYSEY. Oh, hasn't it ! EDWARD, [making his point.^ Then how does it happen, sir, that such a comparatively recent trust as young Hath- erley's has been broken into .'' MR. VOYSEY. Well, what could be safer than to use that money ? There's a Consol investment and not a sight wanted of either capital or interest for five years. EDWARD, [utterly beaten.^ Father, are you mad ? MR. VOYSEY. On the contrary, when my clients' money is entirely under my control, I sometimes re-invest it. The difference between the income this money was bringing to them and the profits it then actually brings to me, I . . I utilise in my endeavour to fill up the deficit in the firm's accounts . . I use it to put things straight. Doesn't it follow that the more low-interest- bearing capital I can use the better . . the less risky things I have to put it into. Most of young Hatherley's Consol capital . . the Trust gives me full discretion . . is now out on mortgage at four and a half and five . • safe as safe can be. EDWARD. But he should have the benefit. MR. VOYSEY. He has the amount of his Consol interest. EDWARD. Where are the mortgages ? Are they in. his name .'' MR. VOYSEY. Some of them . . some of them. That really doesn't matter. With regard to Mrs. Murberry . . those Fretworthy Bonds at my bank . . I've raised five thousand on them. But I can release her Bonds to-morrow if she wants them. EDWARD. Where's the five thousand ? 12 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act r MR. VOYSEY. I'm not sure . . it was paid into my own account. Yes, I do remember. Some of it went to complete a purchase . . that and two thousand more out of the Skipworth fund. EDWARD. Butj my dear father — MR. VOYSEY. Well? EDWARD, [summing it all up very simply.'] It's not right. MR. VOYSEY considers his son for a moment rvith a pitying shake of the head. MR. VOYSEY. Why ? . . why is it so hard for a man to see beyond the letter of the law ! Will you consider, Edward, the position in which I found myself at that moment ? Was I to see my father ruined and disgraced without lifting a finger to help him .!■ . . quite apart from the interest of our clients. I paid back to the man who would have lost most by my father's mistakes every penny of his money. And he never knew the danger he'd been in . . never passed an uneasy moment about it. It was I that lay awake. I have now somewhere a letter from that man to my father thanking him effusively for the way in which he'd conducted some matter. It comforted my poor father. Well, Edward, I stepped outside the letter of the law to do that service. Was I right or wrong ? EDWARD. In the result, sir, right. MR. VOYSEY. Judge me by the result. I took the risk of failure . . I should have suffered. I could have kept clear of the danger if I'd liked. EDWARD. But that's all past. The thing that concerns me is what you are doing now. MR. VOYSEY. [gently reproachful non).] My boy, can't you trust me a little ? It's all very well for you to come in at the end of the day and criticise. But I who have done the day's work know how that work had to be done. And here's our firm, prosperous, respected and without a stain on its honoiu:. That's the main point, isn't it .' ACT ij THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 13 EDWARD, [quite irresponsive to this pathetic appeal.^ Very well, sir. Let's dismiss from our minds aU pre- judices about speaking the truth . . acting upon one's instructions, behaving as any honest firm of solicitors must behave . . MR. VOYSEY. Nonsense, I tell no unnecessary lies. If a man of any business ability gives me definite in- structions about his property, I follow them. EDWARD. Father, no unnecessary lies ! MR. VOYSEY. Well, my friend, go and knock it into Mrs. Murberry's head, if you can, that four hundred and twenty pounds of her income hasn't, for the last eight years, come from the place she thinks it's come from, and see how happy you'll make her. EDWARD. But is that four hundred and twenty a year as safe to come to her as it was before you meddled with the capital ? MR. VOYSEY. I see no reason why — EDWARD. What's the security .'' MR. VOYSEY. [putting his coping stone on the argument/^ My financial ability. EDWARD, [really not knowing whether to laugh or cry.\ Why, one 'd think you were satisfied with this state of things. MR. VOYSEY. Edward, you really are most unsym- pathetic and unreasonable. I give all I have to the firm's work . . my brain . . my energies . . my whole life. I can't turn my abilities into hard cash at par . . I wish I could. Do you suppose that if I could estab- lish every one of these people with a separate and consistent bank balance to-morrow that I shouldn't doit? EDWARD, [thankfully able to meet anger with anger.^ Do you mean to tell me that you couldn't somehow have put things right by this ? MR. VOYSEY. Somehow ? How ? U THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act i EDWARD. If thirty years of this sort of thing hasn't brought you hopelessly to grief . during that time there must have been opportunities . • MR. voYSEY. Must there ! Well, I hope that when I'm under ground, you may find them. EDWARD. I ! MR. voYSEY. Put everything right with a stroke of your pen, if it's so easy ! EDWARD. I ! MR. VOYSEY. You're my partner and my son ; you'll inherit the business. EDWARD, [realising at last thai he has been led to the edge of this abyss.'\ Oh no, father. MR. VOYSEY. Why else have I had to tell you all this ? EDWARD. \yeTy simply.^ Father, I can't. I can't possibly. I don't think you've any right to ask me. MR. VOYSEY. Why not, pray ? EDWARD. It's perpetuating the dishonesty. MR. VOYSEY hardens at the unpleasant word. MR. VOYSEY. You don't believe that I've told you the truth. EDWARD. I want to believe it. MR. VOYSEY. It's no proof . . my earning these twenty or thirty people their rightful incomes for the last — how many years ? EDWARD. Whether what you have done and are doing is wrong or right . . I can't meddle in it. For the moment MR. voysey looks a little dangerous. MR. VOYSEY. Very well. Forget all I've said. Go back to your room. Get back to your own mean drudgery. My life work — my splendid life work — ruined ! What does that matter 1 EDWARD. Whatever did you expect of me ? MR. VOYSEY. \rnaking a feint at his papers.^ Oh, nothing, nothing. [Then he slams them down with great effect.^ Here's a great edifice built up by years of labour ACT i] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 15 and devotion and self-sacrifice . . a great arch you may call it . . a bridge -which is to carry our firm to safety with honour. [TMs variation of Disraeli passes unnoticed.^ My work ! And now, as I near the end of my Ufe, it still lacks the key-stone. Perhaps I am to die with my work just incomplete. Then is there nothing that a son might do } Do you think I shouldn't be proud of you, Edward . . that I shouldn't bless you from — wherever I may be, when you completed my hfe's work . . with perhaps just one kindly thought of your father ? In spite of this oratory, the situation is gradually impressing edward. EDWARD. What will happen if I .. if I desert you? MR. VOYSEY. rU protect you as best I can. EDWARD. I wasn't thinking of myself, sir. MR. VOYSEY. [with great nonchalance.^ Well, I shan't mind the exposure, you know. It won't make me blush in my coffin . . and you're not so quixotic, I hope, as to be thinking of the feelings of your brothers and sisters. Considering how simple it would have been for me to go to my grave in peace and quiet and let you discover the whole thing afterwards, the fact that I didn't, that I have taken thought for the future of all of you might perhaps have convinced you that I . . ! But there . . consult yoiu- own safety. EDWARD has began to pace the room; indecision groroing upon him. EDWARD. This is a queer thing to have to make up one's mind about, isn't it, father ? MR. VOYSEY. [watching him closely and modulating his voice.'\ My dear boy, I understand the shock to your feelings that this disclosure must have been. EDWARD. Yes, I came this morning thinking that next week would see us in the dock together. MR. VOYSEY. And I suppose if I'd broken down and 16 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act i begged your pardon for my folly, you'd have done any- thing for me, gone to prison smiling, eh ? EDWARD. I suppose SO. MR. VOYSEY. Yes, it's easy enough to forgive. I'm sorry I can't go in sack-cloth and ashes to oblige you. [Now he begins to rally his son; easy in his strength.^ My dear Edward, you've lived a quiet humdrum life up to now, with your poetry and your sociology and your agnosticism and your ethics of this and your ethics of that . , dear me, these are the sort of garden oats which young men seem to sow nowadays ! . . and you've never before been brought face to face with any really vital question. Now don't make a fool of yourself just through inexperience. Try and give your mind without prejudice to the consideration of a very serious matter. I'm not angry at what you've said to me. I'm quite wiUing to forget it. And it's for your own sake and not for mine, Edward, that I do beg you to — to — ^to be a man and take a practical common-sense view of the position you find yourself in. It's not a pleasant posi- tion, I know, but it's unavoidable. EDWARD. You should have told me before you took me into partnership. [Oddly enough it is this last flicker of rebellion which breaks down MR. voysey's caution. Now he lets fly with a vengeanceJ] MR. VOYSEY. Should I be telling you at all if I could possibly help it ? Don't I know that you're about as fit for the job as a babe unborn ? Haven't I been worrying over that for these last three years ? But I'm in a comer . . and am I to see my firm come to smash simply be- cause of your scruples .■' If you're a son of mine you'll do as I tell you. Hadn't I the same choice to make .'' . . and it's a safer game for you now than it was for me then. D'you suppose I didn't have scruples .'' If you run away from this, Edward, you're a coward. My father was a coward and he sufiFered for it to the end of his days. I was ACT i] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 17 sick-nurse to him here more than partner. Good lord ! . . of course it's pleasant and comfortable to keep within the law , . then the law will look after you. Otherwise you have to look pretty sharp after yourself. You have to cultivate your ownsenseof right and wrong; deal your own justice. But that makes a bigger man of you, let me tell you. How easily . . how easily could I have walked out of my father's office and left him to his fate; no one would have blamed me ! But I didn't. I thought it my better duty to stay and . , yes, I say it with all reverence . . to take up my cross. Well, I've carried that cross pretty successfully. And what's more, it's made a happy man of me . . a better, stronger man than skulking about in shame and in fear of his life ever made of my poor dear father. [Relieved at having let out the truth, but doubtful of his msdom in doing so, he changes his tone.^ I don't want what I've been saying to influence you, Edward. You are a free agent . . and you must decide upon your own course of action. Now don't let's discuss the matter any more for the moment. EDWARD looks at Ms father mith clear eyes. EDWARD. Don't forget to put these papers away. He restores them to their bundles and hands them bach: it is his only comment, mr. voysey takes them and his meaning in silence. MR. voYSET. Are you coming down to Chislehurst soon ? We've got Hugh and his wife, and Booth and Emily, and Christopher for two or three days, till he goes back to school. EDWARD. How is Chris ? MR. VOYSEY. All right again now . . grows more like his father. Booth's very proud of him. So am I. EDWARD. I think I can't face them all just at present. MR. VOYSEY. Nonsense. EDWARD, [a little wave of emotion going through him 1 C 18 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act \ I feel as if this thing were written on my face. How I shall get through business I don't know ! MR. VOYSEY. You're weaker than I thought, Edward. EDWARD, [a little ironically.] A disappointment to you, father } MR. VOYSEY. No, nO. EDWARD. You should have brought one of the others into the firm . . Trenchard or Booth. MR. VOYSEY. [hardening.] Trenchard ! [he dismisses that] Well, you're a better man than Booth. Edward, you mustn't imagine that the whole world is standing on its head merely because you've had an unpleasant piece of news. Come down to Chislehurst to-night . . well, say to-morrow night. It'll be good for you . . stop your brooding . . that's your worst vice, Edward. You'll find the household as if nothing had happened. Then you'll remember that nothing really has happened. And presently you'll get to see that nothing need happen, if you keep your head. I remember times, when things have seemed at their worst, what a relief it's been to me . my romp with you all in the nursery just before your bed time. Do you remember ? EDWARD. Yes. And cutting your head open once with that gun. MR. VOYSEY. [in a full glow ofjinefoeling.] And, my dear boy, if I knew that you were going to inform the next client you met of what I've just told you . . EDWARD, [with a shudder.] Oh, father ! MR. VOYSEY. . . And that I should find myself in prison to-morrow, I wouldn't wish a single thing I've ever done undone. I have never wilfully harmed man or woman. My life's been a happy one. Your dear mother has been spared to me. You're most of you good children and a credit to what I've done for you. EDWARD, [the deadly humour of this too much for him.] Father ! ACT i] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 19 MR. VOYSEY. Run along now, run along. I must finish my letters and get into the City. He might he scolding a schoolboy for some trifling fault. EDWARD turns to have a look at the keen unembarrassed face. mr. voysey smiles at him and proceeds to select from the horvl a rose for his buttonhole. EDWARD. I'U think it over, sir. MR. VOYSEY. Of course, you will. And don't brood, Edward, don't brood. So EDWARD leaves him ; and having fixed the rose to his satisfaction, he rings his table telephone and calls through it to the listening clerk. Send Atkinson to me, please. [Then he gets up, keys in hand to lock arvay Mrs. Murberry's and the Hatherley Trust papers^ THE SECOND ACT The voysEY dining-room at Chislehurst, when children and grandchildren are visiting, is dining - table and very little else. And at this moment in the evening when Jive or six men are sprawling back in their chairs, and the air is clouded tvith smoke, it is a very typical specimen of the middle-class English domestic temple ; the daily sacrifice consummated, the acolytes dismissed, the women safely in the drawing- room, and the chief priests of it taking their surfeited ease round the dessert-piled altar. It has the usual red-papered walls (like a reflection, they are, of the underdone beef so much consumed within them), the usual varnished woodwork which is known as grained oak; there is the usual, hot, muhogany furniture; and, commanding point of the whole room, there is the usual black-marble sarcophagus of a ^replace. Above this hangs one of the two or three oil paintings, which are all that break the red pattern of the walls, the portrait painted in 1880 of an undistinguished looking gentleman aged sixty ; he is shonm sitting in a more graceful attitude than it could ever have been comfortable for him to assume. MR. voysey's father it is, and the brass plate at the bottom of the frame tells tis that the portrait was a presentation one. On the mantelpiece stands, of course, a clock; at either end a china vase filled with paper spills. And in front of the Jlre, — since that is the post of van- tage, stands at this moment major booth voysey. 20 ACT ii] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 21 He is the second son, of the age that it is necessary for a Major to be, and of an appearance that many ordinary Mcyors in ordinary regiments are. He went into the army because he thought it would be like a schoolboy's idea of it ; and, being there, he does his little all to keep it so. He stands astride, hands in pockets, coat-tails through his arms, cigar in mouth, moustache bristling. On either side of him sits at the table an old gentleman j the one is MR. EVAN coLPUSj the vicar of their parish, the other MR. GEORGE BOOTH, a friend of long standing, and the Major's godfather. MR. colpus is a harmless enough anachronism, except for the waste of £400 a year in which his stipend involves the community. Leaving most of his parochial work to an energetic curate, he devotes his serious attention to the composi- tion of two sermons a week. They deal with the difficulties of living the christian life as experienced by people who have nothing else to do. Published in series from time to time, these form suitable pres- entsfor bedridden parishioners. MR. george booth, on the contrary, is as gay an old gentleman as can be found in Chislehurst. An only son, his father left him at the age of twenty five a fortune of a hundred thousand pounds (a plum, as he called it). At the same time he had the good sense to dispose of his father s business, into which he had been most unwillingly introduced five years earlier, for a like sum before he was able to depreciate its value. It was MR. voysey's invaluable assistance in this transaction which first bound the two together in great friendship. Since thai time mr. booth has been bent on nothing but enjoying himself. He has even remained a bachelor with that object. Money has given him all he wants, therefore he loves and rever- ences money ; while his ima^naiiim may be estimated 22 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act ii by the fad that he has now reached the age of sixty- Jive, still possessing more of it than he knows rvhat to do with. At the head of the table, meditatively cracking walnuts, sits MR. voysey. He has his back there to the conservatory door — you know it is the conservatory door because there is a curtain to pull over it, and because half of it is frosted glass with a purple key pattern round the edge. On mr. voysey's lejt is denis tregonino, a nice enough young man. And at the other end of the table sits EDWARD, not smoking, not taUcing, hardly listening, very depressed. Behind him is the ordinary door of the room, which leads out into the dismal draughty hall. The Miyor's voice is like the sound of a cannon through the tobacco smoke. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. Of coursc I'm hot and strong for conscription . . MR. GEORGE BOOTH. My dear boy, the country'd never stand it. No Englishman — MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. \dropping the phrase heavily upon the poor old gentleman.^ I beg your pardon. If we . . the Army . . say to the country . . upon our honour conscription is necessary for your safety . . what answer has the country } What } [he pauses defiantly. \ There you are . . none ! TREGONiNG. Booth will imagine because one doesn't argue that one has nothing to say. You ask the country. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. Pcrhaps I wiU. Perhaps I'll chuck the Service and go into the House, [then falling into the sing-song of a favourite phrase.^ I'm not a con- ceited man . . but I beheve that if I speak out upon a subject I understand and only upon that subject the House will listen . . and if others followed my example we should be a far more business-like and go-ahead community. ACT ii] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 23 He pauses for breath and MR. booth seizes the opportunity. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. If you think the gentlemen of England will allow themselves to be herded with a lot of low fellers and made to carry guns— i MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. [obliterating him once more.] Just one moment. Have you thought of the physical improvement which conscription would bring about in the manhood of the country } What England wants is Chest ! [he generously inflates his own.] Chest and Discipline. Never mind how it's obtained. Don't we suffer from a lack of it in our homes ? The servant question now . . . MR. VOYSEY. [with the crack of a nut.] Your godson talks a deal, don't he } You know, when our Major gets into a club, he gets on the committee . . gets on any committee to enquire into anything . . and then goes on at 'em just like this. Don't you. Booth ? BOOTH knuckles under easily enough to his father's «• sarcasm. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. Well, sir, people tell me I'm a useful man on committees. MR. VOYSEY. I don't doubt it . . your voice must drown all discussion. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. You Can't Say I don't listen to you, sir. MR. VOYSEY. I don't . . and I'm not blaming you. But I must say I often think what a devil of a time the family will have with you when I'm gone. Fortunately for your poor mother, she's deaf. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. And Wouldn't you wish me, sir, as eldest son . . . Trenchard not counting . . . MR. VOYSEY. [with the crack of another nut.] Tren- chard not counting. By all means, bully them. Never mind whether you're right or wrong . . . bully them. I don't manage things that way myself, but I think it's 24 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act ii your best chance . . if there weren't other people present I might say your only chance, Booth. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. ^wHk somB dtscomfort.'] Ha ! If I were a conceited man, sir, I could trust you to take it out of me. MR. VOYSEY. \as he taps MR. BOOTH with the nut crackers.] Help yourself, George, and drink to your godson's health. Long may he keep his chest notes ! Never heard him on parade, have you ? TREGONiNG. I noticc military men must display themselves . . that's why Booth acts as a firescreen. I believe that after mess that position is positively rushed. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. [ckeering to find an opponent he can tackle.] If you want a bit of fire, say so, you sucking Lord Chancellor. Because I mean to allow you to be my brother-in-law, you think youcan be impertinent. So TREGONING movcs to the fire and that changes the conversation. MR. VOYSEY. By the bye. Vicar, you were at Lady Mary's yesterday. Is she giving us anjrthing towards that window ? MB. coLPUs. Five pounds more ; she has promised me five pounds. MR. VOYSEY. Then how will the debt stand ? MR. coLPUs. Thirty-three . . no, thirty-two pounds. MR. VOYSEY. We're a long time clearing it off. MR. COLPUS. [gently querulous.] Yes, now that the window is up, people don't seem so ready to contribute as they were. TREGONING. We must mention that to Hugh ! MR. COLPUS. [tactful at once.] Not that the work is not universally admired. I have heard Hugh's design praised by quite competent judges. But certainly I feel now it might have been wiser to have delayed the unveil- -ing until the money was forthcoming. ACT n] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 25 TREGONiNG. Never deliver goods to the Church on credit. MR. COLPUS. Eh ? [tregoning hnojvs he is a little hard of hearing.^ MR. VOYSEY. Well, as it was my wish that my son should do the design, I suppose in the end I shall have to send you a cheque. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. Anonymously. MR, COLPUS Oh, that would be — MR. VOYSEY. No, why should I .'' Here, George Booth, you shall halve it with me. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. I'm damned if I do. MR. couus. [proceeding, conveniently deaf.^ You re- member that at the meeting we had of the parents and friends to decide on the positions of the names of the poor fellows and the regiments and coats of arms and so on . . when Hugh said so violently that he disapproved of the war and made all those remarks about Rand-lords and Bibles and said he thought of putting in a figure of Brit- annia blushing for shame or something . . I'm beginning to fear that may have created a bad impression. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. Why should they mind . . what on earth does Hugh know about war ? He couldn't tell a battery horse from a bandsman. I don't pretend to criticise art. I think the window'd be very pretty if it wasn't so broken up into bits. MR. GEORGE BOOTH, [fortified by his "damned" and his last glass qfportj] These yoimg men are so ready with their disapproval When I was young, people weren't always questioning this and questioning that. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. Lack of discipline. MR. GEORGE BOOTH, [hurn/ing ore.] The way a man now even stops to think what he's eating and drinking. And in religious matters . . Vicar, I put it to you . . there's no uniformity at all. MR. COLPUS. Ah. . I try to keep myself free from the disturbing influences of modem thought 26 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act ii MR. GEORGE BOOTH. You know, Edwardj you're worse even than Hugh is. EDWARD, [glancing up mildly at this sudden attack.^ What have I done, Mr. Booth ? MR. GEORGE BOOTH. \not the readiest ofmeni\ Well . . aren't you another of those young men who go about the world making difficulties ? EDWARD, What sort of difficulties } MR. GEORGE BOOTH, [triumphantly !\ Just so . . I never can make out . . . Surely when you're young you can ask the advice of your elders and when you grow up you find Laws . . lots of laws divine and human laid down for our guidance. [Well in possession of the conversation he spreads his little «e{/!] I look back over a fairly long life and . . perhaps I should say by Heaven's help . . I find nothing that I can honestly reproach myself with. And yet I don't think I ever took more than five minutes to come to a decision upon any important point. One's private life is, I think, one's own affair . . I should allow no one to pry into that. But as to worldly things . . well, I have come into several sums of money and my capital is stUl intact . . ask your father, [mr. voysey nods gravely.^ I've never robbed any man. I've never lied over anything that mattered. As a citizen I pay my taxes without grumbling very much. Yes, and I sent conscience money too upon one occasion. I consider that any man who takes the trouble can live the life of a gentleman. [And he finds that his cigar is out.'\ major BOOTH voysey. [not to be outdone by this display of mrtue.] Well, I'm not a conceited man, but — TRftGONiNG. Are you sure. Booth ? major booth voysey. Shut up. I was going to say when my young cub of a brother-in-law-to-be interrupted me, that Training, for which we all have to be thankful to you. Sir, has much to do with it. [Suddenly he pulls ACT n] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 27 his trousers against his l€gsJ\ I say, I'm scorching ! D'you want another cigar, Denis ? TREGONiNG. No, thank you. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. I do. And he glances round, but tregoning sees a box on the table and reaches it. The Vicar gets up. MR, COLPUS. M-m-m-must be taking my departure. MR. VOYSEY. Already ! MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. [frowning upon the cigar box.] No, not those. Where are the Ramon AUones .-' What on earth has Honor done with them ? MR. VOYSEY. Spare time for a chat with Mrs. Voysey before you go. She has ideas about a children's tea fight. MR. coLPus. Certainly I wilL MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. [scowHng helplessly around.^ My goodness ! . . one can never find anything in this house. MR. COLPUS. I won't say good-bye then. He is sliding through the half opened door when ETHEL meets him fiingmg it rvide. She is the younger daughter, the baby of the family, but twenty- three now. MR. VOYSEY. I say, it's cold again to-night ! An ass of an architect who built this place . . such a draught between these two doors. He gets up to draw the curtain. When he turns COLPUS has disappeared, while ethel has been followed into the room by alice maitiand, who shuts the door after her. miss alice maitland is a young lady of any age to thirty. Nor need her appearance alter for the nextjifieen years; since her nature is healthy and well-balanced. She possesses indeed the sort of athletic chastity which is a char- acteristic charm of Northern spinsterhood. It mayn't be a pretty J ace, but it has alertness and humour ; and the resolute eyes and eyebrows are a 2S THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [acth more innocent edition of MR. voysey's, who is her uncle. ETHEL goes straight to her father (though her glance is on denis and his on her) and chirps, birdlike, in her spoiled-child jeay. ETHEL. We think you've stayed in here quite long enough. MR. VOYSEY. That's to say, Ethel thinks Denis has been kept out of her pocket much too long. ETHEL. Ethel wants billiards . . not proper billiards . . snooker or something. Oh, Papa, what a dessert you've eaten. Greedy pig ! ALICE is standing behind Edward, considering his hair-parting apparently. ALICE. Crack me a filbert, please, Edward ■ . I had none. EDWARD, [jumping up, rather formally, well-mannered ] I beg your pardon, Alice. Won't you sit down ? ALICE. No. MR. VOYSEY. [taking ethel on his knee."] Come here, puss. Have you made up your mind yet what you want for a wedding present ? ETHEL, [rectifying a stray hair in his beard.'\ After mature consideration, I decide on a cheque. MR. VOYSEY. Do you ! ETHEL. Yes, I think that a cheque will give most scope to your generosity. If you desire to add any trimmings in the shape of a piano or a Turkey carpet you may . . and Denis and I wUl be very grateful. But I think I'd let yourself go over a cheque. MR. VOYSEY. You're a minx. ETHEL. What is the use of having money if you don't spend it on me .■' MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. [gping up the cigar search.^ Here, who's going to play ? MR. GEORGE BOOTH, [jiathetically as he gets up.] Well, if my wrist will hold out . . ACT ii] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 29 MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. [to TREGONING.j No, don't you bother to look for them, [ife strides Jrom the room, his voice echoing through the hall.J Honor, where are those Ramon AUones ? ALICE, [calling after.] She's in the drawing-room with Auntie and Mr. Colpus. MR. VOYSEY. Now I should suggest that you and Denis go and take off the billiard table cover. You'll find folding it up a very excellent amusement. He illustrates his meaning with his table napkin and by putting together the tips of his forefingers, roguishly. ETHEL. I am not going to blush. I do kiss Denis . . occasionally . . when he asks me. MR. GEORGE BOOTH, [teasing her.] You are blushing. ETHEL. I am not. If you think we're ashamed of being in love, we're not, we're very proud of it. We will go and take off the billiard table cover and fold it up . . and then you can come in and play. Denis, my dear, come along solemnly and if you flinch I'll never forgive you. [she marches of and reaches the door before her defiant dignity breaks donm; then suddenly — ] Denis, I'll race you. And she flashes out. denis, loyal, hut rdth no histrionic instincts, follows her rather sheepishly. DENIS. Ethel, I can't after dinner. MR. VOYSEY. Women play that game better than men. A man shuffles through courtship with one eye on her relations. The Major comes stalking back, followed in afoarful flurry by his elder sister, honor. Poor honor (her female friends are apt to refer to her as Poor honor) is a phenomenon common to most large families. From her earliest years she has been bottle-masker to her brothers. While they were expensively educated she was grudged schooling ; her highest accomplish- ?0 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act u ment was meant to he mending their clothes. Her fate is a curious survival of the intolerance of parents towards her sex until the vanity of their hunger for sons had been satisfied. In a less humane society she would have been exposed at birth. But if a very general though patronising affection, accompanied by no consideration at all, can bestow happiness, HONOR is not unhappy in her survival. At this moment, however, her life is a burden. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. Honor, they are not in the dming-room. HONOR. But they must be ! — Where else can they be } She has a habit of accentuating one word in each sentence and often the wrong one. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. That's what you ought to know. MR. VOYSEY. \as he moves towards the door.^ Well . . will you have a game ? MR. GEORGE BOOTH. I'll play you fifty up, not more. I'm getting old. MR. VOYSEY. [stopping at a dessert dish.'] Yes, these are good apples of Bearman's. I think six of my trees are spoilt this year. HONOR. Here you are. Booth. She triumphantly discovers the discarded box, at which the Major becomes pathetic with indig- nation. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. Oh, Honor, don't be such a fool. These are what we've been smoking. I want the Ramon Allones. HONOR. I don't know the difference. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. No, you don't, but you might learn. MR. VOYSEY. \in a voice like the crack of a very fine whip.] Booth. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. [subducdly.] What is it, sir? MR. VOYSEY. Look for your cigars yourself. Honor, ACT ii] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 31 go back to your reading or your sewing or whatever you were fiddling at, and fiddle in peace. MR. VOYSEY departs, leaving the room rather hushed. MR. BOOTH has not waited for this parental display. Then ALICE insinuates a remark very softly. ALICE. Have you looked in the Library .'' MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. \relapsing to an injured mutter.] Where's Emily .'' HONOR. Upstairs with little Henry, he woke up and cried. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. Letting her wear herself to rags over the chUd . . ! HONOR. Well, she won't let me go. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. Why don't you stop looking for those cigars ? HONOR. If you don't mind, I want a reel of blue silk now I'm here. MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. I daresay they are in the Library. WTiat a house ! He departs. HONOR. Booth is so trying. ALICE. Honor, why do you put up with it f HONOR. Someone has to. ALICE, [discreetly nibbling a nut, which edward has cracked for her."] I'm afraid I think Master Major Booth ought to have been taken in hand early . . with a cane. HONOR, [as she vaguely burrows into comers.^ Papa did. But it's never prevented him booming at us . . oh, ever since he was a baby. Now he's flustered me so I simply can't think where this blue sUk is. ALICE. All the Pettifers desired to be remembered to you, Edward. HONOR. I must do without it. [but she goes on looking.'] I sometimes think, Alice, that we're a very difficult family . . except perhaps Edward. EDWARD. Why except me ? 32 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act n HONOR. [ Who has only excepted out of politeness to present company.] And you were always difficult . . to yourself. [Then she starts to go, threading her tvay through the dis- arranged chairs.] Mr. Colpus will shout so loud at Mother and she hates people to think she's so very deaf. I thought Mary Pettifer looking old . . \and she talks herself out of the room.] ALICE, \after her.] She's getting old. Now ALICE does sit down,- as if she'd be glad of her tete-a-tete. ALICE. I was glad not to spend August abroad for once. We drove into Cheltenham to a dance . . carpet. I golfed a lot. EDWARD. How long Were you with them ? ALICE. Not a fortnight. It doesn't seem three months since I was here, does it.-* EDWARD. I'm down so very little. ALICE. I'm here a disgraceful deal. EDWARD. You know they're always pleased. ALICE. Well, being a homeless person ! But what a cart-load to descend all at once . . yesterday and to-day. The Major and Emily . . Emily's not at all well. Hugh and Mrs. Hugh. And me. Are you staying ? EDWARD. No. I must get a word with my father . . ALICE. Edward, a business life is not healthy for you. You look more like half-baked pie-crust than usual. EDWARD. \a little enviously.] You're very well. ALICE. I'm always well and nearly always happy. MAJOR BOOTH retuTus. He has the right sort of cigar in his mouth and is considerably mollified. ALICE. You found them ? MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. Of coursc, they were there. Thank you very much, Alice. Now I want a knife. ALICE. I must give you a cigar -cutter for Christmas, Booth. ACT ii] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 33 MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. Beastly things, I hate 'em, thank you. [He eyes the dessert disparagingly.] Nothing but silver ones. EDWARD hands him a carefully opened pocket knife. Thank you, Edward. And I must take one of the candles. Something's gone wrong with the library ventilator and you never can see a thing in that room. ALICE. Is Mrs. Hugh there .'' MAJOR BOOTH VOYSEY. Writing letters. Things are neglected, Edward, unless one is constantly on the look out. The Pater only cares for his garden. I must speak seriously to Honor. He has returned the'knife, still open, and no7v having lit Ms cigar at the candle he carries this off. ALICE. Honor has the patience of a . . of an old maid. EDWARD. Yes, I suppose her mission in life isn't a very pleasant one. \He gives her a nut, about the fifteenth.] Here ; 'scuse fingers. ALICE. Thank you [looking at him, nnth her head on one side and her face more humorous than ever.] Edward, why have you given up proposing to me .'' He starts, flushes ; then mon't he outdone in humour. EDWARD. One can't go on proposing for ever. ALICE, [reasonably.] Why not ? Have you seen any- one you like better i EDWARD. No. ALICE. Well . . I miss it. EDWARD. What satisfaction did you find in refusing me ? ALICE, [as she weighs the matter.] I find satisfaction in feeling that I'm wanted. EDWARD. Without any intention of giving yourself . . throwing yourself away. ALICE, [teasing his sudden earnestness.] Ah, now you come from mere vanity to serious questions. EDWARD. Mine was a very serious question to you. ALICE. But, Edward, all questions are serious to you. D 34. THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act n I call you a perfect little pocket-guide to life . . all questions and answers ; what to eat, drink, and avoid, what to believe and what to say . . EDWARD, [sententiouslyi] Well . . everything matters. ALICE, \making a face!] D'you plan out every de- tail of your life . . every step you take . . every mouthfiil } EDWARD. That would be waste of thought. One must lay down principles. ALICE. I prefer my plan, I always do what I know I want to do. Crack me another nut. EDWARD. Haven't you had enough ? ALICE. I know I want one more. He cracks another, rvith a sigh which sounds ridic- ulous in that connection. I know it just as I knew I didn't want to marry you . . each time. EDWARD. Oh, you didn't make a rule of saying no. ALICE. As you proposed . . on principle.'' No, I always gave you a fair chance. I'll give you one now if you like. Courage, I might say yes . . all in a flash. Oh, you'd never get over it. EDWARD. I think we won't run the risk. ALICE. Edward, how rude you are. \She eats her nut contentedly.] There's nothing wrong, is there ? EDWARD. Nothing at all. They are interrupted by the sudden appearance oj MRS. HUGH VOYSEY, o brisk, bright little rvmaan, in an evening gonm, which she has bullied a cheap dressmaker into making look exceedingly smart. BEATRICE is as hard as nails and as clever as paint. But if she keeps her feelings buried pretty deep it is because they are precious to her ; and if she is im- patient with fools it is because her onm brains have had to win her everything in the world, so perhaps ACT ii] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 35 she does overvalue them a little. She speaks always with great decision and little effort. BEATRICE. I believe I could write important business letters upon an island in the middle of Fleet Street. But while Booth is poking at a ventilator with a billiard cue . . no, I can't. She goes to the fireplace, waving her half finished letter. ALICE, [soothingly.'] Didn't you expect Hugh back to dinner? BEATRICE. Not specially . . He went to rout out some things from his studio. He'll come back in a filthy mess. ALICE. Ssh ! Now if you Usten . . Booth doesn't enjoy making a fuss by himself . . you'll hear him put up Honor. They listen. But what happens is that booth appears at the door, billiard cue in hand, and says solemnly . . MAJOR booth VOYSEY. Edward, I wish you'd come and have a look at this ventilator, like a good fellow. Then he turns and goes again, obviously with the weight of an important matter on his shoulders. With the ghost of a smile edward gets up and follows him. ALICE. If I belonged to this family I should hate Booth. With which comment she joins Beatrice at the fireplace. BEATRICE. A good day's shopping } ALICE. 'M. The baby bride and I bought clothes all the morning. Then we had lunch with Denis and bought furniture. BEATRICE. Nice fumiturc ? ALICE. Very good and very new. They neither of them know what they want. \Then suddenly throwing up her chin and exclaiming.] When it's a question of money I can understand it . . but if one can provide S6 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act ii for oneself or is independent why get married ! Especially having been brought up on the sheltered life principle . . one may as well make the most of its advantages . . one doesn't go falling in love all over the place as men seem to . . most of them. Of course with Ethel and Denis it's different. They've both been caught young. They're two Uttle birds building their nest and it's all ideal. They'll soon forget they've ever been apart. Norn HOfioRjluttersinto theroom,patient but wild-eyed. HONOR. Mother wants last week's Notes and Queries. Have you seen it } BEATRICE, \exasperated at the interruption.^ No. HONOR. It ought not to be in here. \So she proceeds to look for it.'\ She's having a long argument with Mr. Colpus over Oliver Cromwell's relations. ALICE, [her eyes twinkling.^ I thought Auntie didn't approve of Oliver Cromwell. HONOR. She doesn't, and she's trpng to prove that he was a brewer or something. I suppose someone has taken it away. So she gives up the search and flutters out again. ALICE. This is a most unrestful house. BEATRICE. I once thought of putting the Voyseys into a book of mine. Then I concluded they'd be as dull there as they are anjrwhere else. ALICE. They're not duller than most people. BEATRICE. But how vcry dull that is ! ALICE. They're a little noisier and perhaps not quite so well mannered. But I love them. BEATRICE. I don't. I should have thought love was just what they couldn't inspire. ALICE. Of coursCj Hugh is unlike any of the others. BEATRICE. He has most of their bad points. But I don't love Hugh. ALICE, [her eyebrows up, though she smiles.^ Beatrice, you shouldn't say so. ACT ii] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 37 BEATRICE. Sounds affectcd, doesn't it ? Never mind ; when he dies I'll wear mourning . . but not weeds ; I bargained against that when we were engaged. ALICE, [her face growing a little thoughtful.^ Beatrice, I'm going to ask questions. You were in love with Hugh when you married him .'' BEATRICE. Well - . I married him for his money . . . ALICE. He hadn't much. BEATRICE. I had none . . and I wanted to write books. YeSj I loved him. ALICE. And you thought you'd be happy ? BEATRICE, \considering carefully.^ No, I didn't. I hoped he'd be happy. ALICE, [a little ironical.'] Did you think your writing books would make him so ? BEATRICE. My dear Alice, shouldn't a man . . or a woman feel it a very degrading thing to have their happiness depend upon somebody else .'' ALICE, [after pausing tojind her phrase.] There's a joy of service. Is that very womanly of me .'' BEATRICE, \ironical herself now.] Ah, but you've four hundred a year. ALICE. What has that to do with it .'' BEATRICE, \jmtiing her case very precisely.] Fine feel- ings, my dear, are as much a luxury as clean gloves. Now, I've had to earn my own living; consequently there isn't one thing in my life that I have ever done quite genuinely for its own sake . . but always with an eye towards bread-and-butter, pandering to the people who were to give me that. I warned Hugh . . he took the risk. ALICE. What risk ? BEATRICE. That one day I'd be able to get on with- out him. ALICE. By the time he'd learnt how not to without you.' 38 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act ii BEATRICE. Wellj women must have the courage to be brutal. The conservatory door opens and through it come MR. VOYSEY and MR. BOOTH »'» the midst of a MR. VOYSEY. My dear man, stick to the shares and risk it. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. No, of coursCj if you seriously advise me — MR. VOYSEY. I never advise greedy children ; I let 'em overeat 'emselves and take the consequences — ALICE, \shaking a finger.] Uncle Trench, you've been in the garden without a hat after playing billiards in that hot room. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. We had to give up . . my wrist was bad. They've started pool. BEATRICE. Is Booth going to play ? MR. VOYSEY. We left him instructing Ethel how to hold a cue. BEATRICE. Ah ! I can finish my letter. Off she goes, alice is idly following with a little paper her hand has fallen on behind the clock. MR. VOYSEY. Don't run away, my dear. ALICE. I'm taking this to Auntie . . Notes and Queries . . she wants it. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Damn . . this gravel's stuck to my shoe. MR. VOYSEY. That's a new made path. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Now don't you think it's too early to have put in those plants } MR. VOYSEY. No, wc'vc had a frost or two already. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. I should havc kept the bed a good ten feet further from that tree. MR. VOYSEY. Nonsense, the tree's to the north of it. This room's cold. Why don't they keep the fire up ! [ffe proceeds to put coals on it."] ACT ii] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 39 MR. GEORGE BOOTH. You wcrc too hot ill that billiard room. You know, Voysey . . about those Alguazils ? MR. VOYSEY. [through the rattling of the coals.] What ? MR. GEORGE BOOTH, [trying to pierce the din.] Those Alguazils. MR. VOYSEY with Surprising inconsequence points a finger at the silk handkerchief across mr. booth's shirt front. MR. VOYSEY. What d'you put your handkerchief there for.? MR. GEORGE ROOTH. Mcasurc of precau — [at that moment he sneezes.] Damn it . . if you've given me a chill dragging me through your infernal garden . . . MR. VOYSEY. [slapping him on the back) You're an old crock. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Well, I'll be glad of this winter in Egypt. [He returns to his subject.] And if you think seriously, that I ought to sell out of. the Alguazils before I go . . .'' [He looks with childlike enquiry at his friend, mho is apparently yawning slightly.] Why can't you take them in charge ? . . and I'll give you a power of attorney . . . or whatever it is . . and you can sell out if things look bad. At this moment phoebe, the middle aged parlour- maid cmnes in, tray in hand. Lake an expert fisher- man MR. VOYSEY once more lets loose the thread of the conversation. MR. VOYSEY. D'you Want to clear ? PHOEBE. It doesn't matter, sir. MR. VOYSEY. No, go On . . go on. So MARY, the young housemaid, comes in as well, and the two start to clear the table. All of which fidgets poor mr. booth considerably. He sits shrivelled tip in the armchair by the fire ; and now MR. VOYSEY attends to him. MR. VOYSEY. What d'you want with high interest at all . . you nevpr spend half your income ? 40 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act ii MR. GEORGE BOOTH. I like to feel that my money is doing some good in the world. Mines are very useful things and forty-two per cent is pleasing. MR. VOYSEY. You're an old gambler. MR. GEORGE BOOTH, [propitiating li/.^ Ah, but then I've you to advise me. I always do as you tell me in the end, now you can't deny that. . . . MR. VOYSEY. The man who don't know must trust in the man who do ! [He yawns again.] MR. GEORGE BOOTH, [modestlt/ insisting.] There's five thousand in Alguazils — what else could we put it into ? MR. VOYSEY. I can get you something at four and a half. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Oh, Lord . . that's nothing. MR. VOYSEY. [with a sudden serious friendliness.] I wish, my dear George, you'd invest more on your own account. You know — ^what with one thing and the other — I've got control of practically all you have in the world. I might be playing old Harry with it for all you know. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. [overfloTving with confidence.] My dear feller . . if I'm satisfied ! Ah, my friend, what'U happen to your firm when you depart this life ! . . not before my time, I hope, though. MR. VOYSEY. [tvitk a little frotvn.] What d'ye mean.'' MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Edward's no use. MR. VOYSEY. I beg your pardon . . very sound in business. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. May be . . but I tell! you he's ho use. Too many principles, as I told him just now. Men have confidence in a personaUty,not in principles. Where would you be without the confidence of your clients ? MR. VOYSEY. [candidly.] True ! MR. GEORGE BOOTH. He'll ncvcr gain that. MR. VOYSEY. I fear you dislike Edward. MR. GEORGE BOOTH, [tvith pkosant frankness.] YeSj zap ACT n] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 41 MR. VOYSEY. That's a pity. That's a very great pity. MR. GEORGE BOOTH, [with a flattering smileJ\ He's not his father and never will be. What's the time ? MR. VOYSEY. \with inappropriate thoughtjiilness.] Tv\renty to ten. • MR. GEORGE BOOTH. I must be trotting. MR. VOYSEY. It's early. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Oh, and I've not said a word to Mrs. Voysey . . As he goes to the door he meets edward, mho comes in apparently looking for his father ; at any rate catches his eye immediately, while mr. booth ob- liviously continues. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Will you stroll round home with me ? MR. VOYSEY. I can't. MR. GEORGE BOOTH, [mildly Surprised at the short reply.] Well, good night. Good night, Edward. He trots arvay. MR. VOYSEY. Leave the rest of the table, Phoebe. PHOEBE. Yes, sir. MR. VOYSEY. You Can come back in ten minutes. PHOEBE and MARY depart and the door is closed. Alone with his son MR. voysey does not move; his face grows a little keener, that's all. MR. VOYSEY. Well, Edward } EDWARD starts to move restlessly about, like a cowed animal in a cage ; silently for a moment or two. Then when he speaks, his voice is toneless and he doesn't look at his father. EDWARD. Would you mind, sir, dropping with me for the future all these protestations about putting the firm's affairs straight . . . about all your anxieties and sacri- fices. I see now, of course . . a cleverer man than I could have seen it yesterday . . that for some time, ever since, I suppose, you recovered from the first shock and got used to the double dealing, this hasn't been your object 42 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act u at all. You've used your clients' capital to produce your own income . . to bring us up and endow us with. Booth's ten thousand pounds ; what you are giving Ethel on her marriage . . It's odd it never struck me yesterday that my own pocket money as a boy must have been quite simply withdrawn from some client's account. You've been very generous to us all. Father. I suppose about half the sum you've spent on us first and last would have put things right. MR. VOYSEY. Noj it would not. EDWARD, [appealing for the truth.l Yes, yes ... at some time or other ! MR. VOYSEY. Well, if there have been good times there have been bad times. At present the three hundred a year I'm to allow your sister is going to be rather a pull. EDWARD. Three hundred a year . . while you don't attempt to make a single client safe. Since it isn't lunacy, sir . . I can only conclude that you enjoy such a position. MR. VOYSEY. Safe ? Three trusts — two of them big ones — have been wound up within this last eighteen months, and the accounts have been above suspicion. What's the object of all this rodomontade, Edward .'' EDWARD. If I'm to remain in the firm, it had better be with a very clear understanding of things as they are. MR. VOYSEY. [Jirmk/, not too anxioush/.^ Then you do remain } EDWARD, [in a very low voice J\ I must remain. MR. VOYSEY. [quite gravely.\ That's wise of you . . I'm very glad, [and he is silent for a moment.^ And now we needn't discuss the unpractical side of it any more. EDWARD. But I want to make one condition. And I want some information. MR. VOYSEY. [his sudden cheerfolness relapsing again.'\ Well.;" ACT ii] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 43 EDWARD. Of course no one has ever discovered . . and no one suspects this state of things ? MR. VOYSEY. Peacey knovrs. EDWARD. Peacey ! MR. VOYSEY. His father found out. EDWARD. Oh. Does he draw hush money ? MR. VOYSEY. [curling a little at the word.^ It is my custom to make him a little present every Christmas. [He becomes benevolent.^ I don't grudge the money . . Peacey' s a devoted fellow. EDWARD. Certainly this should be a heavily taxed industry. [Then he smiles at his vision of the mild old clerk.'] Peacey ! There's another thing I want to askj sir. Have you ever under stress of circumstances done worse than just make this temporary use of a client's capital ? You boasted to me yesterday that no one had ever suffered in pocket in the end because of you. Is that absolutely true.'' MR. VOYSEY draws himself up, dignified and magniloquent. MR. VOYSEY. My dear Edward, for the future my mind is open to you ; you can discover for yourself how matters stand to-day. But I decline to gratify your curiosity as to what is over and done with. EDWARD, [mith entire comprehension.] Thank you, sir. The condition of my remaining is that we should really try as unobtrusively as you like and put things straight. MR. VOYSEY. [with a little polite shrug.] I've no doubt you'll prove an abler man of business than I. EDWARD. We can begin by halving the salary I draw from the firm ; that leaves me enough. MR. VOYSEY. I see . . Retrenchment and Reform. EDWARD. And it seems to me that you can't give Ethel this five thousand pounds dowry. MR. VOYSEY. [shortly, with one of the quick twists of his eye.] I have given my word to Denis . . . 44 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act ii EDWARD. Because the money isn't yours to give. MR. VOYSEY. [in an indignant crescendo.^ I should not dream of depriving Ethel of what, as my daughter, she has every right to expect. I am surprised at your suggesting such a thing. EDWARD, [pale and Jirm.'\ I'm set on this. Father. MR. VOYSEY. Don't be such a fool, Edward. What would it look like . . suddenly to refuse without rhyme or reason ? What would old Tregoning think } EDWARD. Oh, can't you see it's my duty to prevent this ? MR. VOYSEY. You Can prevent it by telling the nearest policeman. It is my duty to pay no more attention to these scruples of yours than a nurse pays to her child's tantrums. Understand, Edward, I don't want to force you to continue my partner. Come with me gladly or don't come at all. EDWARD. [dM%.] It is my duty to be of what use I can to you, sir. Father, I want to save you if I can. He flashes into this exclamation of almost broken- hearted affection. MR. voysey looks at his son for a moment and his lip quivers. Then he steels himself. MR. voYsfiY. Thank you ! I have saved myself quite satisfactorily for the last thirty years, and you must please believe that by this time I know my own business best. EDWARD. [hopelessly.^ Can't we find the money some other way } How do you manage now about your own income ? MR. VOYSEY. I have a bank balance and a cheque book, haven't I .'' I spend what I think well to spend. What's the use of earmarking this or that as my own ? You say none of it is my own. I might say it's all my own. I think I've earned it. EDWARD, [anger coming on him.] That's what I can't forgive. If you'd lived poor . . if you'd really done all you could for your clients and not thought only of your own aggrandisement . . then, even though things were ACT ii] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 45 no better than they are now, I could have been proud of you. But, Father, own the truth to me, at least . . that's my due from you, considermg how I'm placed by all you've done. Didn't you simply seize this oppor- tunity as a means to your own ends, to your own en- riching ? MR. VOYSEY. [miik a sledge hammer irony.] Cer- tainly. I sat that morning in my father's office, studying the helmet of the policeman in the street below, and thinking what a glorious path I had happened on to wealth and honour and renown. \Then he begins to bully EDWARD in the kindliest may.] My dear boy, you evi- dently haven't begun to grasp the A. B. C. of my position. What has carried me to victory } The confidence of my cUents. What has earned that confidence .' A decent life, my integrity, my brains.? No, my reputation for wealth . . that, and nothing else. Business now-a-days is run on the lines of the confidence trick. What makes old George Booth so glad to trust me with every penny he possesses ? Not affection . . he's never cared for anything in his life but his collection of prints. EDWARD, [stupefied, helpless.] Is he involved ? MR. VOYSEY. Of course he's involved, and he's always after high interest too . . it's httle one makes out of him. But there's a further question here, Edward. Should I have had confidencein myself, if I'd remained a poorman? No, I should not. You must either be the master of money or its servant. And if one is not opulent in one's daily Ufe one loses that wonderful . . financier's touch. One must be confident oneself . . and I saw from the first that I must at any cost inspire confidence. My whole public and private hfe has tended to that. All my surroundings . . you and your brothers and sisters that I have brought into, and up, and put out in the world 80 worthily . . you in your turn inspire confidence. EDWARD, Not our worth, not our abilities, nor our 46 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act ii virtues, but the fact that we travel first class and take cabs yrhen we want to. MR. VOYSEY. \impatienlly.'\ Well, I haven't organised Society upon a basis of wealth. EDWARD. I sat down yesterday to make a list of the people who are good enough to trust their money to us. It'U be a pretty long one . . . and it's an interesting one, from George Booth with his big income to old Nursie with her savings which she brought you so proudly to invest. But you've let those be, at least. MR. VOYSEY. I just . . . took thc moncy . . . EDWARD. Father ! MR. VOYSEY. Five hundred pounds. Not worth worrying about. EDWARD. That's damnable. MR. VOYSEY. Indeed. I give her seventy-five pounds a year for it. Would you like to take charge of that account, Edward ? I'll give you five hundred to invest to-morrow. EDWARD, hopelessly beaten, falls into an almost comic state of despair. EDWARD. My dear Father, putting every moral ques- tion aside . . it's all very well your playing Robin Hood in this magnificent manner ; but have you given a moment's thought to the sort of inheritance you'll be leaving me } MR. VOYSEY. [pleased for the first time.^ Ah! That is a question you have every right to ask. EDWARD. If you died to-morrow could we pay eight shillings in the poimd . . or seventeen . . or five ? Do you know ? MR. VOYSEY. And the answer is, that by your help I have every intention, when I die, of leaving awill behind me of property to you all running into six figures. D'you think I've given my life and my talents for a less result than that ? I'm fond of you aU . . and I want you to be proud of me . . and I mean that the name of Voysey shall be carried high in the world by my ACT ii] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 47 childrenand grandchildren. Don't you be afraid,Edward. Ah, you lack experience, my boy . you're not full grown yet . . your impulses are a bit chaotic. You emotionalise over your work, and you reason about your emotions. You must sort yourself. You must realise that money making is one thing, and religion another,and famUy life athird . . and that if we apply our energies whole-heartedly to each of these in turn, and realise that different laws govern each, that there is a different end to be served, a different ideal to be striven for in each . . . His coherence is saved by the sudden appearance of his wife, who comes round the door smiling benignly. Not in the least put out, in fact a little relieved, he greets her with an affectionate shout, for she is very deaf. MR. VOYSEY. HuUo, Mother ! MRS. VOYSEY. Oh, there you are. Trench. I've been deserted. MR. VOYSEY. George Booth gone ? MRS. VOYSEY. Are you talking business ? Perhaps you don't want me. MR. VOYSEY. No, no . . no business. MRS. VOYSEY. [who hos not looked for his answer.^ I suppose the others are in the billiard room. MR. VOYSEY. [vociferously.^ We're not talking busi- ness, old lady. EDWARD. I'll be off, sir. MR. VOYSEY. [genial as usual.^ Why don't you stay .'' rU come up with you in the morning. EDWARD. No, thank you, sir. MR. VOYSEY. Then I shall be up about noon to-morrow, EDWARD. Good-night, Mother. MRS. VOYSEY plocBS a plump kindly hand on his arm and looks up affectionately. MRS. VOYSEY. You look tired. RDWARD. No, I'm not. 48 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act ii MRS. VOYSEY. What did yoQ say ? EDWARD. [too weaiy to repeat himself^ Nothing, Mother dear. He kisses her cheek, while she kisses the air. MR. VOYSEY. Good-nightj my boy. Then he goes. mrs. voysey is carrying her Notes and Queries. This is a dear old lady, looking older too than probably she is. Placid describes her. She has had a life of little joys and cares, has never measured herself against the world, never even ques- tioned the shape and size of the little comer of it in which she lives. She has loved an indulgent husband and borne eight children, six of them sur- viving, healthy. That is her history. MRS. VOYSEY. GeoTge Booth went some time ago. He said he thought you'd taken a chiU walking round the garden. MR. VOYSEY. I'm all right. MRS. VOYSEY. D'you think you have .' MR. VOYSEY. [in her ear."] No. MRS. VOYSEY. You should be careful, Trench. What did you put on } MR. VOYSEY. Nothing. MRS. VOYSEY. How vciy foolish ! Let me feel your hand. You are quite feverish. MR. VOYSEY. [affectionately.^ You're a fuss-box, old lady. MRS. VOYSEY. [coquctting with him.] Don't be rude. Trench. HONOR descends upon them. She is well into that nightly turmoil of putting everything and everybody to rights which always precedes her bed- time. She carries a shawl which she clasps round her mothers shoulders, her mind and gaze already on the next thing to be done. HONOR. Mother, you left your shawl in the drawing- room. Can they finish clearing .'' ACT ii] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 49 MR. VOYSEY. [arranging the folds of the shawl with real tendemess.l Now who's careless ! PHOEBE comes into the room. HONOR. Phoebe, finish here and then you must bring in the tray for Mr. Hugh. MRS. VOYSEY. [having looked at the shawl, and honor, and connected the matter in her mindl\ Thank you. Honor. You'd better look after your father ; he's been walking round the garden without his cape. honor. Papa ! MR. VOYSEY. Phoebe, you get that little kettle and boil it, and brew me some whiskey and water. I shall be all right. honor. [flidtering more than e«er.] I'll get it. Where's the whiskey ? And Hugh coming back at ten o'clock with no dinner. No wonder his work goes wrong. Here it is ! Papa, you do deserve to be ill. Clasping the whiskey decanter, she is off again, mrs. VOYSEY sits at the dinner table and adjusts her spectacles. She returns to Notes and Queries, one elbow firmly planted and her plump hand against her plump cheek. This is her favourite attitude; and she is apt, when reading, to soliloquise in her deaf woman's voice. At least, whether she con- siders it soliloquy or conversation is not easy to discover. mr. voysey stands with his back to the fire, grumbling and pulling faces. MRS. VOYSEY. This is a very perplexing correspond- ence about the Cromwell family. One can't deny the man had good blood in him . . his grandfather Sir Henry, his uncle Sir Oliver MR. VOYSEY There's a pain in my back. MRS. VOYSEY . . and it's difficult to discover where the taint crept in. MR, VOYSEY. I believe I strained myself putting in all those strawberry plants. 50 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act h MARY, the house parlour maid, carries in a tray oj warmed-up dinner for hugh and plants it on the table. MRS. VOYSEY. Ycs, but then how was it he came to disgrace himself so .'' I believe the family disappeared. Regicide is a root and branch curse. You must read this letter signed C. W. A. . . it's quite interesting. There's a misprint in mine about the first umbrella maker . . now where was it . . \and so the dear lady will ramble on indefinitely.'^ THE THIRD ACT The dining-room looks very different in the rvhite light of a July noon. Moreover on this particular day, it isn't even its normal self. There is a peculiar luncheon spread on the table. The embroidered cloth is placed comemise and on it are decanters of port and sherry ; sandrviches, biscuits and an uncut cake ; two little piles of plates and one little pile of napkins. There are no table decorations, and indeed the whole room has been made as bare and as tidy as possible. Such preparations denote one of the recognised English festivities, and the appearance of phoebe, the maid, who has Just completed them, the set solemnity of her face and the added touches of black to her dress and cap, suggest that this is probably a funeral. When mary comes in, the fact that she has evidently been crying and that she decorously does not raise her voice above an unpleasant whisper makes it quite certain. MARY. Phoebe, they're coming back . . and I forgot one of the blinds in the drawing-room. PHOEBE. Well, pull it up quick and make yourself scarce. I'll open the door. MARY got rid of, PHOEBE composcs her face still more rigorously into the aspect of formal grief and with a touch to her apron as well goes to admit the funeral party. The first to enter are mrs. voysey and MR. BOOTH, she on his arm ; and the fact that she is in widow's weeds makes the occasion clear. The little old man leads his old friend very tenderly. 51 52 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act hi MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Will you coiue in here ? MRS. VOYSEY. Thank you. With great solicitude he puts her in a chair; then takes her hand. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Now I'll intrude no longer. MRS. VOYSEY. You'U take some lunch ? MR. GEORGE BOOTH. No. MRS. VOYSEY. Not a glass of wine ? MR. GEORGE BOOTH. If there's anjrthing I can do just send round. MRS. VOYSEY. Thank you. He reaches the door, only to be met hy the Major and his wife. He shakes hands with them both. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. My dear Emily ! My dear Booth ! EMILY is a homely, patient, pale little woman of about thirty-five. She looks smaller than usual in her heavy black dress and is meeker than usual on an occasion of this kind. The Major, on the other hand, though his grief is most sincere, has an irresistible air of being responsible for, and indeed rather proud of, the whole affair. BOOTH. I think it all went off as he would have wished. MR. GEORGE BOOTH, [feeling that he is called on for praise.^ Great credit . . great credit. He makes another attempt to escape and is stewed this time by trenchard voysey, to whom he is extending a hand and beginning his formula. But TRENCHARD spcaksjirst. TRENCHARD. Havc you the right time ? MR. GEORGE BOOTH, \taken aback and fumbling for his watch.^ I think so . . I make it fourteen minutes to one. [he seizes the occasion.] Trenchard^ as a very old and dear friend of your father' Sj you won't mind me saying how glad I was that you were present to-day. Death closes all. Indeed . . it must be a great regret to you that you did not see him before . . before . , ACT III] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 53 TRENCHARD. [kis cold eye freezing this little gash.'\ I don't think he asked for me. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. \stoppered.'\ No } No ! Well . . well. . . At this third attempt to depart he actually collides Toith someone in the doonvay. It is hugh voysey. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. My dear Hugh . . I won't in- trude. Quite determined to escape he grasps his hand, gasps out his formula and is off. trench ard and hugh, eldest and youngest son, are as unlike each other as it is possible foyr voyseys to be, bid that isn't very unlike, trenchard has in excelsis the cocksure manner of the successful barrister ; huoh the rather sweet though querulous air of diffidence and scepticism belonging to the unsuccessful man of letters or artist. The self-respect of trenchard's appearance is immense, and he cultivates that air of concentration upon any trivial matter, or even upon nothing at all, which will some day make him an impressive Jimire upon the Bench, hugh is always vague, searching Heaven or the comers of ' the room for inspiration, and even on this occasion his tie is abominably crooked. The inspissated gloom of this assembly, to which each member of the family as he arrives adds his share, is unbelievable. Instinct apparently leads them to reproduce as nearly as possible the appearance and conduct of the corpse on which their minds are fixed, hugh is depressed partly at the inadequacy of his grief: trenchard conscientiously preserves an air of the indifference which he feels ; BOOTH stands statuesque at the mantelpiece; while EMILY is by MRS. voyseYj whose face in its quiet grief is nevertheless a mirror of many happy memories of her husband. BOOTH. I wouldn't hang over her, Emily. 54 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act hi EMILY. Noj of course not. Apologetically, she siU hy the table. TRENCHARD. I hope your wife is well, Hugh ? HUGH. Thank you. Trench : I think so. Beatrice is in America . . doing some work there. TRENCHARD. Really ! There comes in a small, well-groomed, bullet-headed boy in Etons. This is the Major's eldest son. Looking scared and solemn he goes straight to Ms mother. EMILY. Now be very quiet, Christopher . . Then denis tregoning appears. TRENCHARD. Oh, Tregoning, did you bring Honor back ? DENIS. Yes. BOOTH, [at the table.'\ A glass of wine. Mother. MRS. VOYSEY. What ? BOOTH hardly knows how to turn his whisper decor- ously into enough of a shout for his mother to hear. But he manages it. BOOTH. Have a glass of wine ? MRS. VOYSEY. Sherry, please. While he pours it out with an air of its being medicine on this occasion and not wine at all, edward comes quickly into the room, his face very set, his mind obviously on other matters than the funeral. No one speaks to him for the moment and he has time to observe them all. trenchard is continuing his talk to DENIS. TRENCHARD. Give my love to Ethel. Is she ill that — TREGONING. Not exactly, but she couldn't very well be with us. I thought perhaps you might have heard, We're expecting . . He hesitates with the bashfulness of a young husband. TRENCHARD hclps Mm out Tvith a citizen's bow of respect for a citizen's duty. 4CT III] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 55 TRENCHARD. Indeed. I congratulate you. I hope all will be well. Please give my best love to Ethel. BOOTH, [in an awful voice.^ Lunchj Emily ? EMILY, [scared.] I suppose so. Booth, thank you. BOOTH. I think the boy had better run away and play . . [he checks himself on the word.^ Well, take a book and keep quiet ; d'ye hear me, Christopher ? CHRISTOPHER, who looks incapable of a scmnd, gazes at his father with round eyes, emily whispers " Library " to him and adds a kiss in acknowledge- ment of his good behaviour. After a moment he slips out, thankfully. EDWARD. How's Ethel, Denis ? TREGONiNG. A little Smashed, of course, but no harm done . . I hope. ALICE MAiTLAND comes in, brisk and businesslike; a little impatient of this universal cloud of mourning. ALICE. Edward, Honor has gone to her room ; I must take her some food and make her eat it. She's very upset. EDWARD. Make her drink a glass of wine, and say it is necessary she should come down here. And d'you mind not coming back yourself, Ahce .'' ALICE, [her eyebrows up.] Certainly, if you wish. BOOTH, [overhearing.'] What's this ? What's this .'' Alice gets her glass of wine and goes. The Major is suddenly full of importance. BOOTH. What is this, Edward ? EDWARD. I have something to say to you all. BOOTH. What .'' EDWARD. Well, Booth, you'll hear when I say it. BOOTH. Is it business ? . . because I think this is scarcely the time for business. EDWARD. Why .'' BOOTH. Do you find it easy and reverent to descend from your natural grief to the consideration of 56 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act hi money? . . I do not. [he JinAs trenchard at his eHom.] I hope you are getting some lunch, Tren- chard. EDWARD. This is business and rather more than business. Booth. I choose now, because it is something I wish to say to the family, not write to each individually . . and it will be difficult to get us all together again. BOOTH, [determined at any rate to give his sanctionA Well, Trenchard, as Edward is in the position of trustee — executor . , I don't know your terms . . I suppose . . TRENCHARD. I don't scc what your objection is. BOOTH, \rvith some superiority.^ Don't you.'' I should not have called myself a sentimental man, but . . EDWARD. You had better stay, Denis ; you represent Ethel. TREGONiNG. \who kos not heard the beginning of this."] Why? HONOR has obediently come down from her room. She is pale and thin, shaken with grief and worn out besides ; for needless to say the brunt of her father's illness, the brunt of everything has been on her. Six weeks' nursing, part of it hopeless, mill exhaust anyone. Her handkerchief is to her eyes and every minute or two she cascades tears, edward goes and affectionately puts his arm round her. EDWARD. My dear Honor, I am sorry to be so . . so merciless. There ! . . there ! [he hands her into the room ; then turns and once more surveys the family, who this time mostly return the compliment. Then he says shortly.'] I think you might all sit down. [And then.] Shut the door, Booth. BOOTH. Shut the door ! EDWARD goes close to his mother and speaks very distinctly, very kindly. EDWARD. Mother, we're all going to have a little necessary talk over matters . . now, because it's most ACT hi] the VOYSEY inheritance 57 convenient. I hope it won't . . I hope you don't mind. Will you come to the table ? MRS. VOYSEY looks up OS if Understanding more than he says. MRS. VOYSEY. Edward . . EDWARD. Yes, Mother dear ? BOOTH. Icommandingly.^ You'U sit here. Mother, of course. He places her in her accustomed chair at the foot of the table. One by one the others sit donm, i^dwarv apparently last. But then he discovers that hdgh has lost himself in a comer of the room and is gazing into vacancy. EDWARD. Hugh, would you mind attending ? HUGH. What is it .'' EDWARD. There's a chair. HUGH takes it. Then for a minute — while edward is trying to frame in coherent sentences what he must say to them — for a minute there is silence, broken only by honor's sniffs, which culminate at last in a Twisy little cascade of tears. booth. Honor, control yourself. And to emphasise his own perfect control he helps himself majestically to a glass of sherry. Then says . . BOOTH. Well, Edward.' EDWARD. I'll come straight to the point which concerns you. Our father's will gives certain sums to you all . . the gross amount would be something over a hundred thousand pounds. There wiU be no money. He can get 710 further than the bare statement, which is received only with varying looks of betvildermeni, until MRS. VOYSEY, discovering nothing from their faces, breaks this second silence. MRS. VOYSEY. I didn't hear. HUGH. \in his mother s ear.'\ Edward says there's no money. 68 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act hi TRENCHARD. [preciseli/.] I think you said . . "will be." BOOTH, [in a tone of mitigated thunder.^ Why will there be no money ? EDWARD, [letting himself go.] Because every penny by right belongs to the clients father spent his life in defrauding. I mean that in its worst sense . . swindling . . thieving. I have been in the swim of it, for the past year . . oh, you don't know the sink of iniquity. And now I must collect every penny, any money that you can give me ; put the firm into bankruptcy ; pay back all we can. I'll stand my trial . . it'll come to that with me . . and as soon as possible. [He pauses, partly for breath, and glares at them all.^ Are none of you going to speak ? Quite right, what is there to be said .'' [Then with a gentle afterthought.^ I'm sorry to hurt you, Mother. The VOYSEY family is simply buried deep by this avalanche of horror, mrs. voysey, though, who has been watching edward closely, says very calmly . . MRS. VOYSEY. I Can't hear quite all you say, but I guess what it is. You don't hurt me, Edward . . I have known of this for a long time. EDWARD, [with almost a cry.'\ Oh, Mother, did he know you knew .'' MRS. VOYSEY. What do you say } TRENCHARD. [collected and dry.^ I may as well tell you, Edward, I suspected everything wasn't right about the time of my last quarrel with my father. I took care not to pursue my suspicions. Was father aware that you knew. Mother ? MRS. VOYSEY. We ncvcr discussed it. There was once a great danger, I believe . . . when you were all younger ... of his being found out. But we never discussed it. EDWARD, [swallowing a fresh bitterness.^ I'm glad it isn't such a shock to all of you. ACT III] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 59 HUGH. [alive to a dramatic aspect of the matter.^ My God . . before the earth has settled on his grave! EDWARD. I thought it wrong to put oiF telling you, HONORj the word srvindling having spelt itself out in her mind, at last gives rvay to a hurst of piteous grief- HONOR. Ohj poor papa ! . . poor papa ! EDWARD, [comforting her kindly.^ Honor, we shall want your help and advice. The Major has recovered from the shock, to srvell rvith importance. It being necessary to make an impression he instinctively turns first to his wife. BOOTH. I think, Emily, there was no need for you to have been present at this exposure, and that now you had better retire. EMILY. Very well. Booth. She gets up to go, conscious of her misdemeanour. But as she reaches the door, an arvful thought strikes the Major. BOOTH. Good Heavens . . I hope the servants haven't been Ustening ! See where they are, Emily . . and keep them away . distract them. Open the door suddenly ; [she does so, mare or less, and there is no one behind ii.] That's all right. Having watched his wife's departure, he turns with gravity to his brother. BOOTH. I have said nothing as yet, Edward. I am thinking. TRENCHARD. [ffl little impatient at this exhibition.] That's the worst of these family practices . . a lot of money knocking around and no audit ever required. The wonder to me is to find an honest solicitor at all. BOOTH. Really, Trenchard ! TRENCHARD. Well, do think of the temptation. 60 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act hi EDWARD. Why are one's clients such fools ? TRENCHARD. The world's getting more and more into the hands of its experts^ and it certainly does require a particular sort of honesty. EDWARD. Here were all these funds simply a lucky bag into which he dipped. TRENCHARD. Did he keep no accounts of any sort ? EDWARD. Scraps of paper. Most of the original investments I can't even trace. The money doesn't exist. BOOTH. Where's it gone ? EDWARD, \yery directly.] You've been living on it. BOOTH. Good God ! TRENCHARD. What Can you pay in the poimd ? EDWARD. As we stand? . . six or seven shillings, I daresay. But we must do better than that. To which there is no response. BOOTH. All this is very dreadful. Does it mean beggary for the whole family ? EDWARD. Yes, it should. TRENCHARD. [sharply.] Nonsense. EDWARD, yoining issue at once.^ What right have we to a thing we possess ? TRENCHARD. He didn't make you an allowance. Booth . i your capital's your own, isn't it .'' BOOTH, [awkwardly placed between the two of them.] Really . . I — I suppose so. TRENCHARD. Then that's all right. EDWARD, [vehementh/.] It was stolen money, most likely. TRENCHARD. Ah, most likely. But Booth took it in good faith. BOOTH. I should hope so. EDWARD, [dwelling on the words.] It's stolen money. BOOTH, [bubbling with distress.] I say, what ought I to do ? TRENCHARD. Do . . my dear Booth ? Nothing. ACT in] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 6l EDWARD. [with great indignation.^ Trenchard, we owe reparation — THENCHARD [readily.] Quite so, but to whom ? From which clientor client's account was Booth's money taken? You say yourself you don't know. Very well then ! EDWARD, [grieved.] Trenchard ! TRENCHARD. No, my dear Edward. The law will take anything it has a right to and all it can get ; you needn't be afraid. There's no obligation, legal or moral, for any of us to throw our pounds into the wreck that they may become pence. EDWARD. That's just what he would have said. TRENCHARD. It's what I Say. But what about your own position . . can we get you clear .'' EDWARD. That doesn't matter. booth's head has been turning incessantly from one to the other and by this he is just a bristle of alarm. BOOTH. But I say, you know, this is awful! Will this have to be made public ? TRENCHARD. No help for it. The Major's jaw drops ; he is speechless, mrs. voysey's dead voice steals in. MRS. voYSEY. What is all this ? TRENCHARD. Edward suggests that the family should beggar itself in order to pay back to every chent to whom father owed a pound perhaps ten shillings instead of seven. MRS. voYSEY. He Will find that my estate has been kept quite separate. , EDWARD hides his face in his hands. TRENCHARD. I'm Very glad to hear it, Mother. MRS. VOYSEY. When Mr. Barnes died, your father agreed to appointing another trustee. TREGONiNG. [diffidently.] I suppose, Edward, I'm involved ? 62 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act in EDWARD, [lifiing his head quickly.^ Denis^ I hope not. I didn't know that anything of yours — TREGONiNG. Ycs . . all I got undcr my aunt's will. EDWARD. See how things are . . I've not found a trace of that yet. We'U hope for the best. TREGONING. [setting his teeth.'] It can't be helped. MAJOR BOOTH leons over the table and speaks in the loudest of whispers. BOOTH. Let me advise you to say nothing of this to Ethel at such a critical time. TREGONING. Thank you. Booth, naturally I shan't. HUGH, hy a series of contortiotis, has lately been giving evidence of a desire or intention to say something. EDWARD. Well, what is it, Hugh ? HUGH. I have been wondering . . if he can hear this conversation. Up to now it has all been meaningless to honor, in her nervous dilapidation, but this remark brings a Jresh burst of tears. honor. Oh, poor papa . . poor papa ! MRS. VOYSEY. I think I'll go to my room. I can't hear what any of you are saying. Edward can tell me afterwards. EDWARD. Would you like to go too. Honor ? honor, [through her sobs.] Yes, please, I would. TREGONING. I'll get out, Edward. Whatever you think fit to do . . Oh, well, I suppose there's only one thing to be done. EDWARD. Only that. TREGONING. I wish I Were in a better position as to work, for Ethel's sake and — and the child's. EDWARD. Shall I speak to Trenchard } TREGONING. No . . he loiows I cxist in a wig and gown. If I can be useful to him, he'll be useful to me, I daresay. Good-bye, Hugh. Good-bye, Booth. ACT III] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 63 By this time Mrs. voysey and honor have been got out of the room : tregoning follows them. So the four brothers are left together, hugh is vacant, EDWARD does not speak, booth looks at trencharDj tvho settles himself to acquire information. trenchard. How long have things been wrong ? Edward. He told me the trouble began in his father's time and that he'd been battling with it ever since. trenchard. [«}»!7i»g.] Ohj come now . . that's im- possible. EDWARD. I believed him ! Now I look through the paperSj such as they are, I can find only one irregularity that's more than ten years old, and that's only to do with old George Booth's business. booth. But the Pater never touched his money . . why, he was a personal friend. EDWARD. Did you hear what Denis said ? TRENCHARD. Very curious his evolving that fiction about his father . . I wonder why. I remember the old man. He was honest as the day. EDWARD. To get my sympathy, I suppose. TRfiNCHARD. I think one can trace the psychology of it deeper than that. It would give a finish to the situa- tion . . his handing on to you an inheritance he had received. You know every criminal has a touch of the artist in him. HUGH, \suddenly rotisedJ\ That's true. TRENCHARD. What position did you take up when he told you .'' EDWARD. \_shrug^ng.'\ You know what the Pater was. trenchard. Well . . what did you attempt to do? EDWARD. I urged him at least to put some of the smaller people right. He said . . he said that would be penny wise and pound foolish. So I've done what I 64 THE VOKSEY INHERITANCE [act iii could myself . . since he's been ill . . Nothing to count . , TRENCHARD. With jour own money ? EDWARD. The little I had. He kept tight hold to the end. TRENCHARD. Can you prove that you did that ? EDWARD. I suppose I could. TRENCHARD. It's a good point. BOOTH, [not to be quite left outJ\ Yes, I must say — TRENCHARD. You ought to havc written him a letter, and left the firm the moment you found out. Even then, legally . . ! But as he was your father . . What was his object in telling you .'' He didn't think you'd take a hand } EDWARD. I've thought of every reason . . and now I really believe it was that he might have someone to boast to of his financial exploits. TRENCHARD. \appreciatwehfJ\ I daresay, BOOTH. Scarcely a thing to boast of I TRENCHARD. Depends on the point of view. EDWARD. Then, of course, he always protested that things would come right . . that he'd clear the firm and have a himdred thousand to the good. Or that if he were not spared I might do it. But he must have known that was impossible. TRENCHARD. But there's the gambler all over. EDWARD. Drawing up this will ! TRENCHARD. Childish ! EDWARD. 'I'm the sole executor. TRENCHARD. So I should think ! Was I down for anything ? EDWARD. No. TRENCHARD. [without resentment."] How he did hate me! EDWARD. You're safe from the results of his affection anyway. ACT III] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 65 TRENCHARD. What on earth made you stay in the firm once you knew ? EDWARD does not answer for a 7noment. EDWARD. I thought I might prevent things from getting any worse. I think I did . . TRENCHARD. You kncw the personal risk you were running ? EDWARD, [bowing Ms head."] Yes. TRENCHARD, the Only one of the three rvho com- prehends, looks at his brother for a moment with something that might almost be admiration. Then he stirs himself. TRENCHARD. I must be ofF. Work waiting . . end of term, you know. BOOTH. Shall I walk to the station with you ? TRENCHARD. I'll Spend 3 few minutes with mother. [He says, at the door, very respectfully'] You'll count on my professional assistance, please, Edward. EDWARD. [«OTpZ_^.] Thank you, Trenchard. So TRENCHARD gocs. And the Major, mho has been endeavouring to fathom his final attitude, then comments — BOOTH. No heart, y'know ! Great brain ! If it hadn't been for that distressing quarrel he might have saved our poor father. Don't you think so, Edward ? EDWARD. Perhaps. HUGH, [^ving vent to his thoughts at last with some- thing of a relish.] The more I think this out, the more devilishly humorous it gets. Old Booth breaking down by the grave . . Colpus reading the service . . EDWARD. Yes, the Vicar's badly hit. HUGH. Oh, the Pater had managed his business for years. BOOTH. Good God . . how shall we ever look old Booth in the face again } EDWARD. I don't worry about him ; he can die quite F 66 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act in comfortably enough on our six shillings in the pound. It's one or two of the smaller fry who will suffer. BOOTH. Now, just explain to me . . I didn't interrupt while Trenchard was talking . . of what exactly did this defrauding consist ? EDWARD. Speculating with a client's capital . . pocket- ing the gains . . you cut the losses ; and you keep paying the client his ordinary income. BOOTH. So that he doesn't find it out ? EDWARD. Quite so. BOOTH. In point of fact, he doesn't suffer ? EDWARD. He doesn't suffer till he finds it out. BOOTH. And all that's wrong now is that some of their capital is missing. EDWARD, \half am/used, half amazed at this process of reasoning.'] Yes, that's all that's wrong. BOOTH. What is the — ah — deficit ? \the word rolls from his tongue.] EDWARD. Anything between two and three hundred thousand pounds. BOOTH, [very impressed and not unfavourably.] Dear me . . this is a big affair ! HUGH, [following his own line of thought] Quite apart from the rights and wrongs of this, only a very able man could have kept a straight face to the world all these years, as the Pater did. BOOTH. I suppose he sometimes made money by these speculations. EDWARD. Very often. His own expenditure was heavy, as you know. BOOTH, [rvith gratitude for favours received.] He was a very generous man. HUGH. Did nobody ever suspect ? EDWARD. You see, Hugh, when there was any pressing danger . . if a big trust had to be wound up . . he'd make a great effort and put the accoimts straight. ACT III] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 67 BOOTH. Then he did put some accounts straight ? EDWARD. Yes, when he couldn't help himself. BOOTH looks very enquiring and then squares him- self up to the subject. BOOTH. Now look here, Edward. You told us that he told you that it was the object of his life to put these accounts straight. Then you laughed at that. Now you tell me that he did put some accounts straight. EDWARD. \wearily.'\ My dear Booth, you don't understand. BOOTH. Well, let me understand . . I am anxious to understand. EDWARD. We can't pay ten shillings in the pound. BOOTH. That's very dreadful. But do you know that there wasn't a time when we couldn't have paid five ? EDWARD, [acquiescent.^ Perhaps. BOOTH. Very well then! If it was true about his father and all that . . and why shouldn't we believe him if we can .'' . . and he did effect an improvement, that's to his credit, isn't it ? Let us at least be just, Edward. EDWARD. \j>atiently polite.^ I am sorry if I seem unjust. But he has left me in a rather unfortunate position. BOOTH. Yes, his death was a tragedy. It seems to me that if he had been spared he might have succeeded at length in this tremendous task and restored to us our family honour. EDWARD. Yes, Booth, he spoke very feelingly of that. BOOTH. \Irony lost upon him.^ I can well believe it. And I can tell you that now . . I may be right or I may be wrong . . I am feeling far less concerned about the clients' money than I am at the terrible blow to the Family which this exposure will strike. Money, after all, can to a certain extent be done without . . but Honour — This is too much for edward. EDWARD. Our honour ! Does any one of you mean to 68 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act hi give me a single penny towards undoing all the wrong that has been done ? BOOTH. I take Trenchard's word for it that that would be illegal. EDWARD. Well . . don't talk to me of honour. BOOTH, [somewhat nettled at this outburst^] I am speaking of the public exposure. Edward, can't that be prevented ? EDWARD, [with quick suspicion.] How ? BOOTH. Well . . how was it being prevented before he died — before we knew anything about it ? EDWARD, [appealing to the spirits that match over him.] Oh, listen to this ! First Trenchard . . and now you ! You've the poison in your blood, every one of you. Who am I to talk ? I daresay so have I. BOOTH, [reprovingly.] I am beginning to think that you have worked yourself into rather an hysterical state over this unhappy business. EDWARD, [rating him.] Perhaps you'd have been glad . . glad if I'd held my tongue and gone on Ipng and cheating . . and married and begotten a son to go on lying and cheating after me . . and to pay you your interest in the lie and the cheat. BOOTH, [with statesman-like calm.] Look here, Edward, this rhetoric is exceedingly out of place. The simple question before us is . . What is the best course to pursue ? EDWARD. There is no question before us. There's only one course to pursue. BOOTH, [crushingly.] You will let me speak, please. In so far as our poor father was dishonest to his clients, I pray that he may be forgiven. In so far as he spent his life honestly endeavouring to right a wrong which he had found already committed . . I forgive him. I admire him, Edward. And I feel it my duty to — er — reprobate most strongly the — er — gusto with which you have been holding him up in memory to us . . ten minutes after we ACT III] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 69 have stood round his grave . . as a monster of wickedness. I think I may say I knew him as well as you . . better. And . . thank God ! . . there was not between him and me this — this unhappy business to warp my judgment of him. [He warms to his subject.] Did you ever know a more charitable man . . a larger-hearted ? He was a faithful husband . . and what a father to all of us, putting us out into the world and fully intending to leave us comfortably settled there. Further . . as I see this matter, Edward . . when as a young man he was told this terrible secret and entrusted with such a frightful task . . did he turn his back on it like a coward ? No. He went throug-h it heroically to the end of his life. And as he died I imagine there was no more torturing thought than that he had left his work unfinished. [He is very satisfied with this peroration.] And now if all these clients can be kept receiving their natural incomes and if father's plan could be carried out of gradually replacing the capital — EDWARD at this raises his head and stares with horror. EDWARD. You're asking me to carry on this . . Oh, you don't know what you're talking about ! The Major, having talked himself back to a proper eminence, remains good-tempered. BOOTH. Well, I'm not a conceited man . . but I do think that I can understand a simple financial problem when it has been explained to me. EDWARD. You don't know the nerve . . the unscrupu- lous daring it requires to — BOOTH. Of course, if you're going to argue round your own incompetence — EDWARD, [very straight] D'you want your legacy ? BOOTH, [with dignity.] In one moment I shall get very angry. Here am I doing my best to help you and your clients . . and there you sit imputing to me the most sordid motives. Do you suppose I should touch, or allow 70 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act hi to be touchedj the money which father has left us till every client's claim was satisfied ? EDWARD. My dear Booth, I know you mean well — BOOTH. I'll come down to your office and work with you. At this cheerful prospect even poor edward can't help smiling. EDWARD. I'm sure you would. BOOTH. [Jeeling that it is a chance lost.^ If the Pater had ever consulted me . . At this point trenchard looks round the door to say . . trenchard. Are you coming. Booth ? BOOTH. Yes, certainly. I'll talk this over with Tren- chard. [As he gets up and automatically stiffens, he is re- minded of the occasion and his voice drops.^ I say . . we've been speaking very loud. You must do nothing rash. I've no doubt he and I can devise somethiug which will obviate . . and then I'm sure I shall convince you . . [glancing into the hall he apparently catches trenchard's impatient eye, for he departs abruptly saying . . ] All right, Trenchard, you've eight minutes. booth's departure leaves hugh, at any rate, really at his ease. HUGH. This is an experience for you, Edward ! EDWARD, [bitterly.'] And I feared what the shock might be to you all ! Booth has made a good recovery. HUGH. You wouldn't have him miss such a chance of booming at us. EDWARD. It's strange that people will believe you can do right by means which they know to be wrong. HUGH, [taking great interest in this.] Come, what do we know about right and wrong ? Let's say legal and illegal. You're so down on the governor because he has trespassed against the etiquette of your own profession. But now he's dead . . and if there weren't the scandal ACT in] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 71 to think of . . it's no use the rest of us pretending to feel him a criminal, because we don't. Which just shows that money . . and property — At this point he becomes conscious that alice mait- LAND is standing behind him, her eyes Jixed on his brother. So he interrupts himself to ask . . HUGH. D'you want to speak to Edward ? ALICE. Please, Hugh. HUGH. I'll go. He goes, a little martyrlike, to conclude the evolution of his theory in soliloquy ; his usual fate, alice still looks at edward with soft eyes, and he at her rather appealingly. ALICE. Auntie has told me. EDWARD. He was fond of you. Don't think worse of him than you can help. ALICE. I'm thinking of you. EDWARD. I may just escape. ALICE. So Trenchard says. EDWARD. My hands are clean, Alice. ALICE. \her voice falling lovingly. '\ I know that. EDWARD. Mother's not very upset. ALICE. She had expected a smash in his life- time. EDWARD. I'm glad that didn't happen. ALICE. Yes. I've put Honor to bed. It was a mercy to tell her just at this moment. She can grieve for his death and his disgrace at the same time . . and the one grief will soften the other perhaps. EDWARD. Oh, they're all shocked enough at the disgrace . . but will they open their purses to lessen the disgrace ? ALICE. Will it seem less disgraceful to have stolen ten thousand pounds than twenty .'' EDWARD. I should think so. ALICE. I should think so, but I wonder if that's the 72 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act hi Law. If it isn't, Trenchard wouldn't consider the point. I'm sure Public Opinion doesn't say so . . and that's what Booth is considering. EDWARD. \mth contempt.^ Yes. ALICE, [ever so gently ironical/] Well, he's in the Army . • he's almost in Society . . and he has to get on in both ; one mustn't blame him. Of course if the money could have been given back with a flourish of trumpets . . ! But even then I doubt whether the advertisement would bring in what it cost. EDWARD, [very serious.] But when one thinks how the money was obtained ! ALICE. When one thinks how most money is obtained ' EDWARD. They've not earned it ! ALICE, [her eyes humorous.] If they had they might have given it you and earned more. Did I ever tell you what my guardian said to me when I came of age .'' EDWARD. I'm thankful your money's out of the mess. ALICE. It wouldn't have been, but I was made to look after it myself . . much against my will. My guardian was a person of great character and no principles, the best and most loveable mai^ I've ever met . . I'm sorry you never knew him, Edward . . and he said once to me . . You've no particular right to your money. You've not earned it or deserved it in any way. And don't be either surprised or annoyed when any enterprising person tries to get it from you. He has at least as much right to it as you have . . if he can use it better perhaps he has more right. Shocking sentiments, aren't they ? But perhaps that's why I've less patience with some of these clients than you have, Edward. EDWARD shakes his head, treating these paradoxes as they deserve. EDWARD. Alice . . one or two of them will be beggared. ALICE, [sincerely.] Yes, that is bad. What's to be done ? ACT III] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 73 EDWARD. There's old nurse . . with her poor little savings gone ! ALICE. Surely that can be helped ? EDWARD. The Law's no respecter of persons . . that's its boast. Old Booth with more than he wants will keep enough and to spare. My old nurse, with just enough, may starve. But it'll be a relief to clear out this nest of lieSj even though one suffers one's self. I've been ashamed to walk into that office, Alice . . I'll hold my head high in prison though. He shakes himself stiffly erect, his chin high, alice qmzses him. ALICE. Edward, I'm afraid you're feeling heroic. EDWARD. I ! ALICE. You looked quite like Booth for the moment. \this effectually removes the starch.^ Please don't glory in your martyrdom. It would be very stupid to send you to prison and you must do your best to keep out. [she goes on very practically.^ We were thinking if any- thing could be done for these people who'll be beggared. EDWARD. It isn't that I'm not sorry for them all . . ALICE. Of course not. EDWARD. I suppose I was feeling heroic. I didn't mean to. He has become a little like a child mth her. ALICE. It's the worst of acting on principle . . one is so apt to think more of one's attitude than of the use of what one is doing. EDWARD. Fraud must be exposed. ALICE. And people must be ruined . . ! EDWARD. What else is there to be done .'' ALICE. Well . . have you thought .'' EDWARD. There's nothing else to be done. ALICE. No. When on principle there's nothing to be done I'm afraid I've no use for that principle. He looks at her s she is smiling, it is true, but smiling 74 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act in quite gravely. edward is puzzled. Then the yeast of her suggestion begins to work in his mind slowly, perversely atjirsl. EDWARD. Unless you expect me to take Booth's advice . . go on with the game . . as an honest cheat . . plunge, I suppose, just twice as wildly as my father did on the chance that things might come right . . which he never bothered his head about. Booth offers to come to the office and assist me. ALICE. There's something attractive about Booth at the right distance. EDWARD. Oh . . give him the money . . send him to the City or Monte Carlo . . he might bring it oif. He's like my father . . believes in himself. ALICE. These credulous men ! EDWARD, [ignoring her little joke."] But don't think I've any talents that way, principles or no. What have I done so far ? Sat in the shame of it for a year. I did take a hand . . if you knew what it felt like . . I managed to stop one affair going from bad to worse. ALICE. If that was the best you could do wasn't it worth doing ? Never mind your feelings. EDWARD. And that may cost me . . at the best I'll be struck off . . one's livelihood gone. ALICE. The cost is your own affair. She is watching him, stilly and closely. Suddenly his face lights a little and he turns to her. EDWARD. I'll tell you what I could do. ALICE. Yes. EDWARD. It's just as irregular. ALICE. That doesn't shock me . . I'm lawless by birthright, being a woman. EDWARD. There are four or five accounts I believe I could get quite square. Mrs. Travers . . well, she'd never starve, but I'd like to see those two young Ljmd- hursts safe. There's money to play with, Heaven ACT III] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 75 knows. It'd take a year or more to get it right and cover the tracks. Cover the tracks . . sounds well, doesn't it ? ALICE. Then you'd give yourself up as you'd meant to do now } EDWARD. Go bankrupt. ALICE. It'd be worse for you then at the trial ? EDWARD, \rvith a touch of another sort of prideJ\ You said that was my affair. ALICE, \jpain in her voice and eyesj\ Oh, Edward ! EDWARD. Shall I do it ? ALICE, [turning amay.] Why must you ask me ? EDWARD. If you've taken my principles from me, give me advice in exchange. ALICE, [after a moment.^ No . . you must decide for yourself. He Jumps up and begins to pace about, doubtful, distressed. EDWARD. Ah, but . . it means still lying and shuffling! And I'd sworn to be free of that. And . . it wouldn't be easy. I'm no good at that sort of devilment. I should muddle it and fail. ALICE. Would you ? He catches a look from her. EDWARD. I might not. ALICE. And do you need success for a lure . . like a common man ? EDWARD. You want me to try ? For answer, she dares only put out her hand, and he takes it. ALICE. Oh, my dear . . cousin ! EDWARD. \excitedly.^ My people must hold their tongues. I needn't have told them. ALICE. Don't tell them this ! They won't under- stand. / shall be jealous if you tell them. EDWARD, [looking at her as she at him.^ You'll have 76 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act hi the right to be. If I bring it off the glory shall be yours. ALICE. Thank you. I've always wanted to have something useful to my credit . . and I'd almost given up hoping. Then suddenly his face changes, his voice changes and he grips the hand he is holding so tightly as to hurt her. EDWARD. Ahj noj noj nOj no, if my father's story were true . . perhaps he began Uke this. Doing the right thing in the wrong way . . then doing the wrong thing , . then bringing himself to what he was . . and so me to this. [He flings away from her!\ No, Alice, I won't . . I won't do it. I daren't take that first step down. There's a worse risk than failure . . I might succeed. ALICE stands very still, looking at him. ALICE. Yes, that's the big risk. Well . . I'll take it. He turns to her, in wonder. EDWARD. You ? ALICE. I'll risk your becoming a bad man. That's a big risk for me. He understands, a?id is calmed and made ha/pfy. EDWARD. Then there is no more to be said, is there ? ALICE. Not now. \As she drops this gentle hint she hears something — the hall door opening.'^ Here's Booth back again. EDWARD, [with a really mischievous grin.] He'll be so glad he's convinced me. ALICE. I must go back to Honor, poor girl. I wonder she has a tear left. She leaves him, briskly, brightly; leaves her cousin with his mouth set and a light in his eyes. THE FOURTH ACT MR. voysey's room at the office is Edward's notv. It has somehom lost that brilliancy which the old man's occupation seemed to give it. Perhaps it is only because this December morning is dull and depressing, but the fire istit bright and the panels and windows don't shine as they did. There are no roses on the table either, edward, rvalking in as his father did, hanging his hat and coat where his father's used to hang, is certainly the palest shadow of that other masterful presence. A depressed, drooping shadow too. This may be what peacey feels, if no more, for he looks very surly as he obeys the old routine of following his chief to this room on his arrival. Nor has edward so much as a glance for his clerk. They exchange the formalest of greetings, edward sits Joylessly to his desk, on which the morning's pile of letters lies, unopened now. peacey. Good morning, sir. EDWARD. Good morning, Peacey. Any notes for me ? PEACEY. Well, I've hardly been through the letters yet, sir. EDWARD. [his eyebrows meeting.'^ Oh . , and I'm half an hour late myself this morning. PEACEY. I'm very sorry, sir. EDWARD. If Mr. BuUen calls you had better show him those papers I gave you. Write to Metcalfe as soon as possible ; say I've seen Mr. Vickery myself this morning and the houses will not be proceeded with. Better show me the letter. 77 78 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act iv PEACEY. Very good, sir. EDWARD. That's all, thank you. PEACEY gets to the door, where he stops, looking not only surly hut nervous now. PEACEY. May I speak to you a moment, sir ? EDWARD. Certainly. PEACEY, after a moment, makes an effort, purses his mouth and begins. PEACEY. Bills are beginning to come in upon me as is usual at this season, sir. My son's allowance at Cambridge is now rather a heavy item of my expendi- tiu"e. I hope that the custom of the firm isn't to be neglected now that you are the head of it, Mr. Edward . . Two hundred your father always made it at Christmas . . in notes if you please. Towards the end of this edward begins to pay great attention. When he answers his voice is harsh. EDWARD. Oh, to be sure . . your hush money. PEACEY. \bridling.'\ That's not a very pleasant word. EDWARD. This is an unpleasant subject. PEACEY. Well, it's not one I wish to discuss. Your father always gave me the notes in an envelope when he shook hands with me at Christmas. EDWARD. Why notes now? Why not a rise in salary ? PEACEY. Mr. Voysey's custom, sir, from before my time . . my father . . EDWARD. Yes. It's an hereditary pull you have over the firm, isn't it ? PEACEY. I remember my father only saying to me when he retired . . been dead twenty-six years, Mr. Edward . . I have told the governor you know what I know ; then Mr. Voysey saying . . I treat you as I did your father, Peacey. We'd never another word with him on the subject. EDWARD, A decent arrangement . . and the cheapest^ ACT ivj THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 79 no doubt. Of the raising of salaries there might have been no end. PEACEY. Mr. Edward, that's uncalled for. We have served you and yours most faithfully. I know my father would sooner have cut off his hand than do anything to embarrass the firm. EDWARD. But business is business, Peacey. Surely he could have had a partnership for the asking. PEACEY. Ah, that's another matter, sir. EDWARD. Well . . PEACEY. A matter of principle, if you'll excuse me. I must not be taken to approve of the firm's conduct. Nor did my dear father approve. And at anything like partnership he would have drawn the line. EDWARD. I beg your pardon. PEACEY. Well, that's all right, sir. Always a bit of friction in coming to an understanding about anything, isn't there, sir ? He is going when Edward's question stops him. EDWARD. Why didn't you speak about this last Christmas ? PEACEY. You were so upset at your father's death. EDWARD. My father died the August before that. PEACEY. Well . . truthfully, Mr. Edward .'' EDWARD. As truthfully as you think suitable. The irony of this is wasted on peacey, who becomes pleasantly candid. PEACEY. Well, I'd always thought there must be a smash when your father died . . but it didn't come. I couldn't make you out. But then again by Christmas you seemed all on edge and I thought anything might happen. So I kept quiet and said nothing. EDWARD. I see. Your son's at Cambridge ? PEACEY. Yes. EDWARD. I wonder you didn't bring him into the firm. 80 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act n PEACEY. [taking this very kind.^ Thank you. But I hope James may go to the bar. Our only son . . I didn't grudge him my small savings to help him wait for his chance . . ten years if need be. EDWARD. I hope he'll make his mark before then. I'm glad to have had this talk with you, Peacey. I'm sorry you can't have the money you want. He returns to his letters, a little steely-eyed, peacey, quite at his ease, makes for the door yet again, saying. . peacey. Oh, any time will do, sir. EDWARD. You can't have it at all. peacey. [brought up short.^ Can't I ? EDWARD, [very decidedly indeed.^ No . . I made up my mind about this eighteen months ago. My father had warned me, but since his death the trust business of the firm is not conducted as it used to be. We no longer make illicit profits out of our clients. There are none for you to share. Having thus ^ven the explanation he considers due, he goes on with his work. But peacey has flushed up. peacey. Look here, Mr. Edward, I'm sorry we began this discussion. You'll give me my two hundred as usual, please, and we'll drop the subject. EDWARD. You can drop the subject. peacey. [his voice rising sharply. "^ I want the money. I think it is not gentlemanly in you, Mr. Edward, to try like this and get out of paying it me. Your Father would never have made such an excuse. EDWARD. [Jlahhergasted.^ Do you think I'm lying to you.'' PEACEY. [with a deprecating swallow.^ I've no wish to criticise your statements or your actions at all, sir. It was no concern of mine how your father treated his clients. EDWARD. And now it's not to concern you how honest I am. You want your money j ust the same. ACT iv] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 81 PEACEY. WeLj don't be sarcastic . . a man does get used to a state of affairs whatever it may be. EDWARD, \with considerable force.] My friend, if I drop sarcasm I shall have to tell you very candidly what I think of you. PEACEY. That I'm a thief because I've taken money from a thief? EDWARD. Worse than a thief. You're content that others should steal for you. PEACEY. And who isn't ? EDWARD is really pleased tvith the aptness of this. He at once changes his tone, which indeed had become rather bullying. EDWARD. What, my dear Peacey, you study sociology.? Well, it's too big a question to discuss now. But I'm afraid the application of this bit of it is that I have for the moment, at some inconvenience to myself, ceased to receive stolen goods, so I am in a position to throw a stone at you. I have thrown it. PEACEY, mho mould for sooner be bullied than talked to like this, turns very sul/cy. PEACEY. Then I resign my position here. EDWARD. Very well. PEACEY. And I happen to think the secret's worth its price. EDWARD. Perhaps someone wiU pay it you. PEACEY. [fiebly threatening.'] Don't presume upon it's not being worth my while to make use of what I know. EDWARD, [not unkindly.] My good Peacey, it happens to be the truth I told you just now. Well, how on earth do you suppose you can successfully blackmail a man who has so much to gain by exposure and so httle to lose as I ? PEACEY. [peeving.] I don't want to ruin you, sir, and I have a great regard for the firm . . but you must see that I can't have my income reduced in this way without a struggle. G 82 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act iv EDWARD, [mtk great cheerfulness,] Very well, my friend, struggle away. PEACEY. [his voice rising high and thin.] Well, is it fair dealing on your part to dock the money suddenly like this ? I have been counting on it most of the year, and I have been led into heavy expenses. Why couldn't you have warned me ? EDWARD. Yes, that's true, Peacey, it was stupid of me. I'm sorry. PEACEY is a little comforted hy this quite candid acknowledgment. PEACEY. Things may get easier for you by and bye. EDWARD. I hope so. PEACEY. Will you reconsider the matter then ? At this gentle insinuation edward looks up exasper- ated. EDWARD. Then you don't believe what I told you ? PEACEY. Yes, I do. EDWARD. But you think that the fascination of swindling one's clients will ultimately prove irresistible ? PEACEY. That's what your father found, I suppose you know. This gives edward such pause that he drops his masterful tone. EDWARD. I didn't. PEACEY. He got things as right as rain once. EDWARD. Did he .'' PEACEY. So my father told me. But he started again. EDWARD. Are you sure of this ? PEACEY. \eocpanding pleasantly.] Well, sir, I knew your father pretty well. When I first came into the firm, now, I simply hated him. He was that sour ; so snappy with everyone . . as if he had a grievance against the whole world. EDWARD, [pensively.] It seems he had in those days. ACT iv] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 83 PEACEY. His dealings with his clients were no business of mine. I speak as I find. After a bit he was very kind to me, thoughtful and considerate. He got to be so pleasant and generous to everyone — EDWARD. That you have great hopes of me yet ? PEACEY. [who has a simple mind.] No, Mr. Edward, no. You're different from your father . . one must make up one's mind to that. And you may believe me or not, but I should be very glad to know that the firm was solvent and going straight. I'm getting on in years myself now. I'm not much longer for the business, and there have been times when I have sincerely regretted my connection with it. If you'll let me say so, I think it's very noble of you to have undertaken the work you have. [Then, as everything seems smooth again.] And Mr. Edward, if you'll give me enough to cover this year's extra expense I think I may promise you that I shan't expect money again. EDWARD, [good-tempered, as he would speak to an importunate child.] No, Peacey, no ! PEACEY. [fretful again.] Well, sir, you make things very difficult for me. EDWARD. Here's a letter from Mr. Cartwright which you might attend to. If he wants an appointment with me, don't make one till the New Year. His case can't come on before February. PEACEY. [taking the letter.] I show myself anxious to meet you in every way — [he is handed another.] EDWARD. " Perceval Building Estate " . . that's yours too. PEACEY. [putting them both down resolutely.] But I refuse to be ignored. I must consider my whole position. I hope I may not be tempted to make use of the power I possess. But if I am driven to proceed to extremities . . EDWARD, [breaking in upon this bunch of tags.] My dear Peacey, don't talk nonsense . . you couldn't proceed 84 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act rv to an extremity to saveyourUfe. You've taken this money irresponsibly for all these years. You'll find you're no longer capable even of such a responsible act as tripping up your neighbour. This does completely upset the gentle blackmailer. He loses one grievance in another. PEACEY. Really, Mr. Edward, I am a considerably older man than you, and I think that whatever our posi- tions — EDWARD. Don't let us argue, Peacey. You're quite at liberty to do whatever you think worth your while. PEACEY. It's not the money, I can do without that, but these personalities — EDWARD. I apologise for them. Don't forget the letters. PEACEY. I will not, sir. He takes them niith great dignity and is leaving the room. PEACEY. Here's Mr. Hugh waiting. EDWARD. To see me ? Ask him in. PEACEY. Come in, Mr. Hugh, please. HUGH comes in, peacey holding the door for him with afri^d politeness of which he is quite oblivions. At this final slight peacey goes out in dudgeon. EDWARD. How are you, Hugh .'' HUGH. Good Lord ! And he throws himself into the chair by the fire. EDWARD, quite used to this sort of thing, goes quietly on with his work, adding encouragingly after a moment . . EDWARD. How's Beatrice ? HUGH. She's very busy. He studies his boots with the gloomiest expression. And indeed, they are very dirty and Ms turned -up trousers are muddy at the edge. They are dark trousers and well cut, but he wears with them a loose ACT iv] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 86 coat and waistcoat of a peculiar light brown check. Add to this the roughest of overcoats and a very soft hat. Add also the fact that he doesn't shave well or regularly and that his hair wants cutting, and Hugh's appearance this morning is described. As he is quite capable of sitting silently by thejirefor a whole morning edward asks him at last . . EDWARD. What d'you want ? HUGH, \ivith vehemence.^ I want a machine gun planted in Regent Street . . and one in the Haymarket . . and one in Leicester Square and one in the Strand . . and a dozen in the City. An earthquake would be simpler. Or why not a nice clean tidal wave .' It's no good preaching and patching up any longer, Edward. We must begin afresh. Don't you feel, even in your calmer moments, that this whole country is simply hideous ? The other nations must look after themselves. I'm patriotic . . I only ask that we should be destroyed Edward. It has been promised. HUGH. I'm sick of waiting. [Then as edward says nothing.^ You say this is the cry of the weak man in despair ! I wouldn't be anything but a weak man in this world. I wouldn't be a king, I wouldn't be rich . . I wouldn't be a Borough Councillor . . I should be so ashamed. I've walked here this morning from Hamp- stead. I started to curse because the streets were dirty. You'd think that an Empire could keep its streets clean ! But then I saw that the children were dirty too. EDWARD. That's because of the streets. HUGH. Yes, it's hoUday time. Those that can cross a road safely are doing some work now . . earning some money. You'd think a governing race, grabbing re- sponsibilities, might care for its children. EDWARD. Come, we educate them now. And I don't think many work in holiday time. HUGH, [encouraged by contradiction.'\ Education I 86 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act iv What's that ? Joining the great conspiracy which we call our civilization. But one mustn't. One must stand aside and give the show away. By the byCj that's what I've come for. EDWARD, [pleasantli/.'j What .'' I thought you'd only come to talk. HUGH. Take that money of mine for your clients. You ought to have had it when you asked for it. It has never belonged to me, in any real . . in any spiritual sense, so it has been just a clog to my life. EDWARD, [surprised.1 My dear Hugh . . this is very generous of you. HUGH. Not a bit. I only want to start fresh and free. EDWARD, [sitting hack from his morlc.^ Hugh, do you really think our money carries a curse with it ? HUGH. \mth great violence.'] Think ! I'm the proof of it ! Look at me ! I felt I must create or die. I said I'd be an artist. The governor gave me a hundred and fifty a year . . the rent of a studio and the price of a velvet coat he thought it ; that was all he knew about art. But my respectable training got me engaged and married. Marriage in a studio puzzled the governor, so he guessed it at two hundred and fifty a year . . and looked for lay-figure babies, I suppose. Ha, ha ! Well, I've learnt my job. I work in a sort of way, Edward, though you mightn't think it. Well, what have I really learnt . . about myself . . that's the only learning . . . that there's nothing I can do or be but reflects our drawing-room at Chislehurst. EDWARD, [considering.l What do you earn in a year ? I doubt if you can afford to give this up. HUGH. Oh, Edward . . you clank the chain with the best of them. Afford ! If I can't get free from these crippling advantages. . Unless I find out what I'm worth in myself . . whether I even exist or not } Am I only a pretence of a man animated by an income .'' ACT iv] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 87 EDWARD. But you Can't return to nature on the London pavements. HUGH. No. Nor in England at all . . it's nothing but a big back garden. [Now he collects himself for a final outhurst^ Is there no place on this earth where a man can prove his right to live by some other means than robbing his neighbour.' Put me there naked and penniless. Put me to that test. If I can't answer itj then turn down your thumb . . Oh God . . and I won't complain. EDWARD maits till the effects of this explosion are over. EDWARD. And what does Beatrice say to your emi- grating to the backwoods . . if that is exactly what you mean? HUGH. Now that we're separating — EDWARD, \taken ahach.^ What? HUGH. We mean to separate. EDWARD. The first I've heard of it. HUGH. Beatrice is making some money by her books, so it has become possible. EDWARD. \humorously.'\ Have you told anyone yet ? HUGH. We must now, I suppose. EDWARD. Say nothing at home until after Christmas. HUGH. They'll insist on discussing it solemnly. Ar- r-r. [Z%era he whistles.^ Emily knows ! EDWARD, \having considered.^ I shan't take your money . . there's no need. All the good has been done that I wanted to do. No one will be quite beggared now. So why should you be ? HUGH, [with clumsy affection.] We've taken a fine lot of interest in your labours, haven't we, Hercules ? EDWARD. You hold your tongue about the ofEce affairs, don't you ? It's not through one of us it should come out, and I've told you more than Booth and the others. HUGH. When will you be quit of the beastly busi- 88 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act iv EDWARD, [becoming reserved and cold at once!] Some day. HUGH. What do you gain by hanging on now ? EDWARD. Occupation. HUGH. But, Edward, it must be an awfully wearying state of things. I suppose any moment a policeman may knock at the door . . so to speak ? EDWARD. [appreciating the figure of speech.] Any moment. I take no precautions. I made up' my mind that at least I wouldn't lower myself to that. And perhaps it's why the policeman doesn't come. At first I listened for him, day by day. Then I said to myself . . next week. But a year has gone by and more. I've ceased expecting to hear the knock at all. HUGH. But look here . . is all this worth while, and have you the right to make a mean thing of your life like this ? EDWARD. Does my life matter ? HUGH. Well . . of course ! EDWARD. It's so much easier to believe not. The world that you kick against is using me up. A little wantonly . . a little needlessly, I do think. But let her. As I sit here now drudging honestly, I declare I begin to understand my father. But no doubt, it's all I'm fit for . - to nurse fools' money. HUGH, [responding at once to this vein.] Nonsense. We all want a lesson in values. We're never taught what is worth having and what isn't. Why should your real happiness be sacrificed to the sham happiness which people have invested in the firm } I've never believed that money was valuable. I remember once giving a crossing- sweeper a sovereign. The sovereign was nothing. But the sensation I gave him was an intrinsic- ally valuable thing. He is fearfully pleased tvith his essay in philo' sophy. ACT iv] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 89 EDWARD. And he could buy other sensations with the sovereign. HUGH. But none like the first. You mean to stay here till something happens .'' EDWARD. I do. This is what I'm brought to. No more good to be done. And I haven't the faith in myself to do wrong. And it's only your incurable optimist who has enterprise enough for suicide . . even business suicide. HUGH. Ah . . I'm that. But I can't boast. Heaven knows when I shall really get out of it either. [Then the realities of life overwhelm him againj\ Beatrice won't let me go until we're each certain of two hundred a year. And she's quite right . . I should only get into debt. You know that two fifty a year of mine is a hundred and eighty now. EDWARD, [mischievous.^ Why would you invest sensa- tionally ? HUGH, [with great seriousness.] I put money into things which I knew ought to succeed . . The telephone rings, bdward speaks through it. EDWARD. Certainly . . bring him in. [Then to his brother, who sits on the table idly disarranging everything.] You'll have to go now, Hugh. HUGH, [shaking his head gloomily.] You're one of the few people I can talk to, Edward. EDWARD. I like listening. HUGH, [as much cheered as surprised.] Do you.'' I believe talking does stir up the world's atoms a bit. In comes old MR. george booth, older too in looks than he was eighteen months back. Very dandyishly dressed, he still seems by no means so happy as his clothes might be making him. MR. BOOTH. 'Ullo, Hugh! I thought I should find you, Edward. EDWARD, [formally.] Good morning, Mr. Booth. 90 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act iv HUGH, [as he collects his hat, his coat, his various properties.^ Well . . Beatrice and I go down to Cliisle- hurst to-morrow. I say . . d'you know that old Nursie is furious with you about something ? EDWARD, [shortly.^ YeSj I know. Good-bye. HUGH. How are you ? He launches this enquiry at mr. booth rvith great suddenness just as he leaves the room. The old gentleman jumps ; then jumps again at the slam oj the door. And then he frowns at edward in a frightened sort of may. EDWARD. Will you come here . . or will you sit by the fire ? MR. BOOTH. This'll do. I shan't detain you long. He takes the chair by the table and occupies the next minute or two carefully disposing of his hat and gloves. EDWARD. Are you feeling all right again ? MR. BOOTH. A bit dyspeptic. How are you ? EDWARD. Quite well, thanks. MR. BOOTH. I'm glad . . I'm glad. \he now proceeds to cough a little, hesitating painfully.^ I'm afraid this isn't very pleasant business I've come upon. EDWARD. D'you want to go to Law with anyone ? MR. BOOTH. No . ■ oh, no. I'm getting too old to quarrel. EDWARD. A pleasant symptom. MR. BOOTH, \with a final effort.^ I mean to withdraw my securities from the custody of your firm . . \and he adds apologetically^ with the usual notice, of course. It would be difficult to describe what edward feels at this moment. Perhaps something of the shock that the relief of death may be as an end to pain so long endured that it has been half forgotten. He an- s?vers very quietly, without a sign of emotion. EDWARD. Thank you . . May one ask why ? ACT rv] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 91 MR. BOOTH, [relieved that the worst is over.] Certainly . . certainly. I think you must knoWj Edward, I have never been able to feel that implicit confidence in your ability which I had in your father's. Well, it is hardly to be expected, is it ? EDWARD, [rviih a grim smile.] No. MR. BOOTH. I can say that without unduly depreciating you. Men like your father are few and far between. No doubt things go on here as they have always done, but . . since his death I have not been happy about my affairs. EDWARD, [speaking as it is his duty to.] I think you need be under no apprehension . . MR. BOOTH. I daresay not. But for the first time in my long life to be worried about money affairs . . I don't hke the feeling. The possession of money has always been a pleasure to me . . and for what are perhaps my last years I don't wish it to be otherwise. Remember you have practically my entire property unreservedly in your control. EDWARD. Perhaps we can arrange to hand you over the reins to an extent which will ease your mind, and at the same time not . . MR. BOOTH. I thought of that. I am very sorry to seem to be slighting your father's son. I have not moved in the matter for eighteen months. Really, one feels a little helpless . . and the transaction of business requires more energy than . . But I saw my doctor yester- day, Edward, and he told me . . well, it was a warning. And so I felt it my duty . . especially as I made up my mind to it some time ago. [He comes to the end of this havering at last and adds.] In point of fact, Edward, more than a year before your father died I had quite decided that I could never trust my affairs to you as I had to him. EDWARD starts almost out of his chair ; his face pale, his eyes black. 92 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act iv EDWARD. Did he know that? MR. BOOTH, presenting this new attitude.^ I think I never said it in so many words. But I fancy he guessed. EDWARD, [as he relaxes and turns, almost shuddering, from the possibiliti) of dreadful knowledge.^ Don't say so . . he never guessed. \Then, with a sudden fresh impulse.^ I hope you won't do this, Mr. Booth. MR. BOOTH. I have quite made up my mind. EDWARD. Let me persuade you — MR. BOOTH, [coticiliaton/.^ I shall make a point of telling the family that you are in no way to blame. And in the event of any personal legal difficulties I shall always be delighted to come to you. My idea is for the future to employ merely a financial agent — EDWARD, [still quite unstrung really, and his nerves betraying him."] Why didn't you tell my father . . why didn't you .'' MR. BOOTH. I did not choose to distress him by — EDWARD, [pulling himself together^ speaking half to himself. '\ Well . . well . . this is one way out. And it's not my fault. MR. BOOTH. You're making a fearful fuss about a very simple matter, Edward. The loss of one client, however important he may be . . Why, this is one of the best family practices in London. I am surprised at your lack of dignity. EDWARD yields smilingly to this assertiveness. EDWARD. Yes . . I have no dignity. WiU you walk off with your papers now } MR. BOOTH. What notice is usual ? EDWARD. To a good sohcitor, five minutes. Ten to a poor one. MR, BOOTH. You'll have to explain matters a bit to me. Now EDWARD settles to his desk again; really with a certain grim enjoyment of the prospect. ACT iv] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 93 EDWARD. I will. Mr. Booth, how much do you think you're worth ? MR. BOOTH. [ea*z7^.J Do you know, I actually couldn't say oiF-hand. EDWARD. But you've a rough idea } MR. BOOTH. To be sure. EDWARD. You'll get not quite half that out of us. MR. BOOTH. [j)recisely.'] I think I said I had made up my mind to withdraw the whole amount. EDWARD. You should havc made up your mind sooner. MR. BOOTH. I don't in the least understand you, Edward. EDWARD. The greater part of your capital doesn't exist. MR. BOOTH, ^tvith some irritation.] Nonsense, it must exist. [i?e scans edward's set face in vain.] You mean that it won't be prudent to realise ? You can hand over the securities. I don't want to reinvest simply because — EDWARD. I can't hand over what I haven't got. This sentence falls on the old man's ears like a knell. MR. BOOTH. Is anything . . wrong? EDWARD, \_grim and patient] How many more times am I to say that we have robbed you of half your property ? MR. BOOTH. \his senses failing him.] Say that again. EDWARD. It's quite true. MR. BOOTH. My money . . gone ? EDWARD. Yes. MR. BOOTH, [clutching at a straw of anger.] You've been the thief . . you . . you . . .'' EDWARD. I wouldn't tell you if I could help it . . my father. Thai actually calls the old man back to something like dignity and self-possession. He thumps on Edward's table furiously. MR. BOOTH. I'll make you prove that. 94 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act iv And now Edward buries his face in his arms and Just goes off into hysterics. EDWARD. Ohj you've fired a mine ! MR. BOOTH, \scolding him mell.^ Slandering your dead father . . and lying to me^ revenging yourself by frightening me . , because I detest you. EDWARD. Why . . haven't I thanked you for putting an end to my troubles ? I do . . I promise you I do. MR. BOOTH, [shouting, and his sudden courage failing as he shouts.'^ Prove it . . prove it to me ! You don't frighten me so easily. One can't lose half of all one nas and then be told of it in two minutes . . sitting at a table. [His voice tails off to a piteous tvhimper.] EDWARD, [quietly noru and kindly.] If my father had told you in plain words you'd have beheved him. MR. BOOTH, [bowing his head.] Yes. EDWARD looks at the poor old thing rvith great pity. EDWARD. What on earth did you want to do this for? You need never have known . . you could have died happy. Settling with all those charities in your will would certainly have smashed us up. But proving your will is many years off yet, we'll hope. MR. BOOTH, [pathetic and bewildered.] I don't under- stand. No, I don't imderstand . . because your father . . But I must understand, Edward. EDWARD. Don't shock yourself trying to understand my father, for you never will. Pull yourself together, Mr. Booth. After all, this isn't a vital matter to you. It's not even as if you had a family to consider . . like some of the others. MR. BOOTH, [vaguely.] What others ? EDWARD. Don't imagine your money has been specially selected for pilfering. MR. BOOTH, [rvith solemn incredulity^ One has read of this sort of thing but . . I thought people always got found out. ACT iv] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 95 EDWARD, \hrutally humorous.^ Well . . you've found us out. MR. BOOTH, \rising to the full appreciation of his wrongs.^ Oh . . I've been foully cheated ! EDWARD, [patiently.^ I've told you so. MR. BOOTH, [his voice breaks, he appeals pitifully.^ But by you, Edward . . say it's by you. EDWARD, [unable to resist his quiet revenge.] I've not the ability or the personality for such work, Mr. Booth . . nothing but principles, which forbid me even to lie to you. The old gentleman drams a long breath and then speaks with great awe, blevding into grief. MR. BOOTH. I think your father is in Hell . . I'd have gone there myself to save him from it. I loved him very truly. How he could have had the heart ! We were friends for nearly fifty years. Am I to think now he only cared for me to cheat me .' EDWARD, \yenturing the comfort of an explanation.] No . . he didn't value money quite as you do. MR. BOOTH, \rvith sudden shrill fogic.] But he took it. What d'you mean by that ? EDWARD leans back in his chair and changes the tenor of their talk. EDWARD. Well, you're master of the situation now. What are you going to do .'' MR. BOOTH. To get my money back .'' EDWARD. No, that's gone. MR. BOOTH. Then give me what's left and — EDWARD. Are you going to prosecute ? MR. BOOTH, [shifting uneasily in his chair.] Oh, dear . . is that necessary ? Can't somebody else do that ? I thought the Law . . What'U happen if I don't } EDWARD. What do you suppose I'm doing here stiU } MR. BOOTH, [as if he were being asked a riddle.] I don't know. 96 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act n EDWARD, [earnestly.] As soon as my father died, I began of course to try and put things straight . . doing as I thought best . . that is . . as best I could. Then I made up my accounts showing who has lost and who hasn't . , they can criticise those as they please and that's all done with. And now I've set myself to a duller sort of work. I throw penny after penny hardly earned into the half-filled pit of our deficit. But I've been doing that for what it's worth in the time that was left to me . . till this should happen. If you choose to let things alone — which won't hurt you, will it ? — and hold your tongue, I can go on with the job till the next smash comes, and I'll beg that oiF too if I can. This is my duty, and it's my duty to ask you to let me go on with it. [He searches mr. booth's yace and finds there only disbelief and fear. He bursts out.] Oh, you might at least beUeve me. It can'thurt you to believe me. MR. BOOTH. You must admit, Edward, it isn't easy to believe anything in this office . . just for the moment. EDWARD, [bowing to the extreme reasonableness of this.] I suppose not ... I can prove it to you. I'll take you through the books . . you won't imderstand them . . but I can boast of this much. MB. BOOTH. I think I'd rather not. D'you think I ought to hold any further communication with you at all } [And at this he takes his hat.] EDWARD, [tvith a little explosion of contemptuous anger.] Certainly not. Prosecute . . prosecute ! MR. BOOTH, [rvith dignity.] Don't lose your temper. You know it's my place to be angry with you. EDWARD. But . . [then he is elaborately explanatory.] I shall be grateful if you'll prosecute. MR. BOOTH, [more puzzled than ever.] There's some- thing in this which I don't understand. EDWARD, [with deliberate unconcern.] Think it over. MB. BOOTH, [hesitating, Jidgetting.] Surely I oughtn't ACT iv] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 97 to have to make up my mind ! There must be a right or a wrong thing to do. Edward, can't you tell me t EDWARD. I'm prejudiced, you see. MR. BOOTH, [angrih/.] I believe you're simply trying to practise upon my goodness of heart. Certainly I ought to prosecute at once . . Oughtn't I? [Then at the nadir of helplessness.] Can't I consult another solicitor? EDWARD, [his chin in the airJ] You can write to the Times about it ! MR. BOOTH, [shocked and grieved at his attitude.] Edward, how can you be so cool and heartless ? EDWARD, [changing his tone.] D'you think I shan't be glad to sleep at nights ? MR. BOOTH. Perhaps you'll be put in prison ? EDWARD. I am in prison . . a less pleasant one than Wormwood Scrubbs. But we're all prisoners, Mr. Booth. MR. BOOTH, [wagging his head.] Yes, this is what comes of your philosophy. Why aren't you on your knees ? EDWARD. To you ? This was not what MR. booth meant, but as he gets wpfrom his chair he feels all hut mighty. MR. BOOTH. And why should you expect me to shrink from vindicating the law ? EDWARD, [shortly.] I don't. I've explained you'll be doing me a kindness. When I'm wanted you'll find me here at my desk. [Then as an afterthought.] If you take long to decide . . don't alter your behaviour to my family in the meantime. They know the main points of the business and — MR. BOOTH, [knocked right off his balance.] Do they ! Good God ! . . I'm invited to dinner the day after to- morrow . . that's Christmas Eve. The hypocrites ! EDWARD, [unmoved.] I shall be there . . that will have given you two days. Will you tell me then 1 H 98 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act iv MR. BOOTH, [protesting violently. '\ I can't go . . I can't l)ave dinner with them. I must be ill. EDWARD, \witk a half smile.] I remember I went to dine at Chislehurst to tell my father of my decision. MR. BOOTH, [testily.] What decision? EDWARD. To remain in the firm when I first knew what was happening. MR. BOOTH, [interested.] Was I there ? EDWARD. I daresay. MR. BOOTH stands there, hat, stick and gloves in hand, shaken by this experience, helpless, at his wits' end. He falls into a sort of fretful reverie, speaking half to himself but yet as if he hoped that EDWARDj mho is wrapped in his onm thoughts, would have the decency to answer, or at least listen, to what he is saying. MR. BOOTH. YeSj how often I dined with him. Oh, it was monstrous ! [His eyes fall on the clock.] It's nearly lunch time now. Do you know I still can hardly believe it all ? I wish I hadn't found it out. If he hadn't died I should never have found it out. I hate to have to be vindictive . . it's not my nature. Indeed I'm sure I'm more grieved than angry. But it isn't as if it were a small sum. And I don't see that one is called upon to forgive crimes . . or why does the Law exist ? I feel that this will go near to killing me. I'm too old to have such troubles. . it isn't right. And now if I have to prosecute — EDWARD, [at last throwing in a word.] Well . . . you need not MR. BOOTH, [thankful for the provocation,.] Don't you attempt to influence me, sir. He turns to go. EDWARD. And what's more, with the money you have left . . EDWARD follows Mm poUtehf. mr. booth flings the door open. ACT iv] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 99 MR. BOOTH. You'll make out a cheque for that at once, sir, and send it me. EDWARD. You might . . MR. BOOTH, [clapping his hat on, stamping his stick.^ I shall do the right thing, sir, never fear. So he marches off in fine style, having, he thinks, had the last word and all. But edward, closing the door after him, mutters . . EDWARD. . . Save your soul 1 . . I'm afraid I was going to say. THE FIFTH ACT Naturally it is the dining room — consecrated as it it to the distinguishing or^e of the season — which hears the brunt of what an English house- hold knows as Christmas decorations. They con- sist chiefly of the branches of holly (that unyielding tree), stuck cock-eyed behind the top edges of the pic- tures. The one picture conspicuously not decorated is that which now hangs over the fireplace, a portrait of MR. voYSEY, roith its new gilt frame and its brassplate marking it also as a presentation, honor, hastily and at some bodily peril, pulled doron the large bunch of mistletoe, which a callous housemaid had suspended above it, in time to obviate the shock to family feelings which such impropriety would cause. Otherwise the only difference between the dining room's appearance at half-past nine on Christmas Eve and on any other evening in the year is that little piles of queer shaped envelopes seem to be lying about, while there is quite a lot of tissue paper and string to be seen peeping from odd comers. The electric light is reduced to one bulb, but when the maid opens the door showing in MR. GEORGE BOOTH shc switchcs ou the rest. PHOEBE. This room is empty, sir. I'll tell Mr. Edward. She leaves him tojidget towards thejireplace and back, not removing his comforter or his coat, scarcely turning donm the collar, screwing his cap in his hands. In a very short time edward comes in, shutting the door and taking stock of the visitor before he speaks, EDWARD. Well } MR. GEORGE BOOTH, [^fccbly.] I hope my excuse for 100 ACT v] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 101 not coming to dinner was acceptable. I did have . . I have a very bad headache. EDWARD. I daresay they believed it. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. I have comc immediately to tell you my decision . . perhaps this trouble will then be a little more off my mind. EDWARD. What is it ? MR. GEORGE BOOTH. I couldn't think the matter out alone. I went this afternoon to talk it over with my old friend Colpus. [At this news Edward's eyebrows contract and then me.] What a terrible shock to him ! EDWARD. Ohj nearly three of his four thousand pounds are quite safe. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. That you and your father . . youj whom he baptised . . should have robbed him ! I never saw a man so utterly prostrate with grief. That it should have been your father ! And his poor wife ! . . though she never got on with your father. EDWARD. \with cheerful irony.^ Oh, Mrs. Colpus knows toOj does she .■' MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Of coursc he told Mrs. Colpus. This is an unfortunate time for the storm to break on him. What with Christmas Day and Sunday following so close they're as busy as can be. He has resolved that during this season of peace and goodwill he must put the matter from him if he can. But once Christmas is over . . ! \He envisages the Christian old vicar giving edward a hell of a time then.^ EDWARD, [coolly.] So you mean to prosecute. If you don't, you've inflicted on the Colpuses a lot of un- necessary pain and a certain amount of loss by telling them. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. [Tuuvely.'] I never thought of that. No, Edward, I have decided not to prosecute. EDWARD hides his face for a moment. EDWARD. And I've been hoping to escape ! Well . . it can't be helped [and he sets his teeth.] 102 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act v MR. GEORGE BOOTH. \wiih toucMug Solemnity!] I think I could not bear to see the family I have loved brought to such disgrace. And I want to ask your pardon, Edward, for some of the hard thoughts I have had of you. I consider this effort of yours to restore to the firm the credit which your father lost a very striking one. You sacrifice your profits, I understand, to replacing the capital that has been misappropriated. Very proper . . more than proper. EDWARD. No. No. To pay interest on money that doesn't exist but ought to . . and the profits don't cover that or anything like it. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Paticncc . . I shouldn't be surprised if you worked up the business very well. EDWARD, [again laying the case before MR. booth, leaning forward to him.'\ Mr. Booth, you were fond of my father. You see the help you could give us, don't you ? MR. GEORGE BOOTH. By not prosccuting ? EDWARD, [earnestly.] Beyond that. If you'd cut your losses . . for the moment, and take only what'syours by right . . why, that would relieve me of four thousand three hundred a year . . and I could do so much with it. There are one or two bad cases still. One woman — I believe you know her — it's not that she's so poor . . and perhaps I'm not justified now in doing anything special . . but she's got children . . and if you'd help . . MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Stop, Edward . . stop at once. If you attemptto confuse me Imusttake professional advice. Colpus and I have discussed this and quite made up our minds. And I've made a note or two. [He produces a hit of paper and a pencil, edward stiffens.] May we understand that in straightening affairs you can show a proper preference for one client over another ? EDWARD, [j^ulled up, draros hack in his chiar.] No . . you had better not understand that. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Why Can't you ? ACT v] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 103 EDWARD. Well . . suppose if I want to, I can ? MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Edward, do please be straightforward. EDWARD. Why should I ? MR. GEORGE BOOTH. You Certainly should. Do you mean to compare your father's ordinary business transactions — the hundreds of them — with his black treachery to . . to the Vicar ? EDWARD. Or to you ? MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Or to me. EDWARD. Besides that, holding your tongue should be worth something extra now, shouldn't it .'' MR. GEORGE BOOTH. I don't Want to arguc. My own posi- tion morally — and otherwise — is a strong one . . so Colpus impresses on me . . and he has some head for business. EDWARD. Well, what are your terms ? MR. GEORGE BOOTH. This'is my note of them. [He takes refuge in his slip qfpaper.^ I make these conditions, if you please, Edward, on the Vicar's behalf and my own. They are . . [nom the pencil comes into play, ticking off each item] that you at once return us the balance of any capital there is left . . . EDWARD, [cold again.] I am providing for that. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Good. That you should con- tinue, of course, to pay us the usual interest upon the rest of our capital, which ought to exist and does not. And that you should, year by year, pay us back by degrees out of the earnings of the firm as much of that capital as you can afford. We will agree upon the sum . . say a thousand a year. I doubt if you can ever restore us aU we have lost, but do your best and I shan't complain. There, I think that is fair dealing ! EDWARD does not take his eyes offwB.. booth until the whole meaning of this proposition has settled in his brain. Then, without warning, he goes off 104 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act v into peals of laughter, much to the alarm of MR. BOOTH, who has neaer thought him over-sane. EDWARD. How funny ! How very funny ! MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Edwatd, don't laugh. EDWARD. I never heard anjrthmg quite so funny ! MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Edward, stop laughing. EDWARD. Oh, you Christian gentlemen ! MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Don't be hysterical. The money's ours. Edward's laughter gives way to the deepest anger of which he is capable. EDWARD. I'm giving my soul and body to restoring you and the rest of you to your precious money bags . . and you'll wring me dry. Won't you } Won't you ? MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Now be reasonable. Argue the point quietly. EDWARD. Go to the devU, sir. And with that he turns away from the flabbergasted old gentleman. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Don't be rudc. EDWARD. \his anger vanishing.^ I beg your pardon. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. You'rc just cxcited. If you take time to think of it, I'm reasonable. EDWARD. \his sense of humour returning.] Most! Most ! [There is a knock at the door.] Come in. Come in. HONOR intrudes an apologetic head. HONOR. Am I interrupting business } I'm so sorry. EDWARD, [crowing in a mirthless enjoyment of his joke.] No 1 Business is over . . quite over. Come in. Honor. HONOR puts on the table a market basket bulging with little paper parcels, and, oblivious of MR. booth's distracted face, tries to fix his attention. HONOR. I thought, dear Mr. Booth, perhaps you wouldn't mind carrying round this basket of things your- self. It's so very damp underfoot that I don't want to send one of the maids out to-night if I can possibly avoid ACT v] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 105 it . . and if one doesn't get Christmas presents the very first thing on Christmas morning quite half the pleasure in them is lost, don't you think ? MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Yes . . yes. HONOR, [fishing out the parcels one hy one!\ This is a bell for Mrs. Williams . . something she said she wanted so that you can ring for her, which saves the maids : cap and apron for Mary : cap and apron for Ellen : shawl for Davis when she goes out to the larder — all useful presents — and that's something for you, but you'-re not to look at it till the morning. Having shaken each of these at the old gentleman, she proceeds to re-pack them. He is now trembling with anxiety to escape before any more of the family Jind him there. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Thank you . . thank you ! I hope my lot has arrived. I left instructions . . HONOR. Quite safely . . and I have hidden them. Presents are put on the breakfast table to-morrow. EDWARD. \with an inconsequence that still further alarms mr. booth.] When we were all children our Christmas breakfast was mostly made off chocolates. Before the basket is packed, mrs. voysey sails slowly into the room, as smiling and as deaf as ever. MR. booth does his best not to scowl at her. MRS. voYSEY. Are you feeling better, George Booth .? MR. GEORGE BOOTH. No. [Then he elevates his voice with a show of politeness.^ No, thank you . . I can't say I am. MRS. voYSEY. You don't look better. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. I Still ha ve my headache. [With a distracted shout.^ Headache. MRS. VOYSEY. BiHous, perhaps ! I quite understood you didn't care to dine. But why not have taken youi coat oflF? How foolish in this warm room! MR. GEORGE BOOTH. Thank you. I'm — er — just off. 106 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act y He seizes the market basket. At that moment MRS. HUGH appears. BEATRICE. Your shawl, mother. [And she clasps it round mrs. voysey's shoulders.] MRS. VOYSEY. Thank you, Beatrice. I thought I had it on. [Then to mr. booth who is now entangled in his comforter.'] A merry Christmas to you. BEATRICE. Good evening, Mr. Booth. MR. GEORGE BOOTH. I beg your pardon. Good even- ing, Mrs. Hugh. HONOR, [with sudden inspiration, to the company in general.] Why shouldn't I write in here . . now the table's cleared ! MR. GEORGE BOOTH, [stemli/, now he is safe by the door.] Will you see me out, Edward .'' EDWARD. Yes. He follows the old man and his basket, leaving the others to distribute themselves about the room. It is a custom of the female members of the voysey family, especially about Christmas time, to return to the dining room, when the table has been cleared, and occupy themselves in various ways which require space and untidiness. Sometimes as the evening wears on they partake of cocoa, sometimes they abstain. Beatrice has a little work-basket, con- taining a buttonless glove and such things, which she is rectifying, honor's writing is done with the aid of an enormous blotting book, which bulges with ap- parently a year's correspondence. She sheds its con- tents upon the end of the dining table and spreads them abroad. mrs. voysey settles to the fire, opens the Nineteenth Century and is instantly absorbed in it. BEATRICE. Where's Emily ? HONOR, [mysteriously.] Well, Beatrice, she's in the Ubrary talking to Booth. 4CT v] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 107 BEATRICE. Talking to her husband ;' good Heavens ! I know she has taken my scissors. HONOR. I think she's teUing him about you. BEATRICE. What about me ? HONOR. You and Hugh. BEATRICE, ^with a little movement of annoyanceJ\ I suppose this is Hugh's fault. It was carefully arranged no one was to be told till after Christmas. HONOR. Emily told me . . and Edward knows . . and Mother knows . . BEATRICE. I warned Mother a year ago. HONOR. Everyone seems to know but Booth . . so I thought he'd better be told. I suggested one night so that he might have time to think over it . . but Emily said that'd wake Alfred. Besides she's nearly always asleep herself when he comes to bed. BEATRICE. Why do they still have that baby in their room? HONOR. Emily thinks it her duty. At this moment emily comes in, looking rather trodden upon. honor concludes in the most audible oj" whispers . . HONOR. Don't say an3rthing . . it's my fault. BEATRICE. [Jixing her Tvith a severe forefinger J] Emily., have you taken my best scissors ? EMILY, [timidly.'] No, Beatrice. HONOR, [who is diving into the recesses of the blotting book.'] Ohj here they are ! I must have taken them. I do apologise ! EMILY, [more timidly still.] I'm afraid Booth's rather cross . . he's gone to look for Hugh. BEATRICE, [with a shake of her head.] Honor . . I've a good mind to make you do this sewing for me. In comes the Major, strepitant. He takes, so to speak, just time enough to train himself on Beatrice and then fires. 108 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act v BOOTH. BeatricCj what on earth is this Emily has been telling me ? BEATRICE, [with elaborate calm.'\ Emily, what have you been telling Booth ? BOOTH. Please . . please do not prevaricate. Where is Hugh ? MRS. VOYSEY. \looMng ovBT her spectacles.] What did you sayj Booth ? BOOTH. I want Hugh, Mother. MRS. VOYSEY. I thought you were playing billiards together. EDWARD strolls hock from despatching mr. booth, his face thoughtful. booth, [insistently. 1 Edward, where is Hugh ? EDWARD, [with complete indifference.] I don't know. booth, [in trumpet tones.] Honor, will you oblige me by finding Hugh and sajring I wish to speak to him, here, immediately } honor, mho has leapt at the sound of her name, flies from the room without a roord. BEATRICE. I know quite well what you want to talk about. Booth. Discuss the matter by all means if it amuses you . . but don't shout. booth. I use the voice Nature has gifted me with, Beatrice. BEATRICE, [as shc scorches for a glove button.] Cer- tainly Nature did let herself go over your lungs. booth. [glaring round mith indignation.] This is a family matter, otherwise I should not feel it my duty to interfere . . as I do. Any member of the family has a right to express an opinion. I want Mother's. Mother, what do you think ? MRS. VOYSEY. [amicably.] What about ? BOOTH. Hugh and Beatrice separating. MRS. VOYSEY. They haven't separated. BOOTH. But they mean to. ACT v] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 109 MRS. VOYSEY. Fiddlc-dc-dee ! BOOTH. I quite agree with you. BEATRICE. [niitk a charming smile.] Such reasoning would convert a stone. BOOTH. Why have I not been told ? BEATRICE. You havc just been told. BOOTH, [thunderously.] Before. BEATRICE. The truth is, dear Booth, we're all so afraid of you. BOOTH, [a little mollified.] Ha . . I should be glad to think that. BEATRICE. [fweeiZ^.J Don't you ? BOOTH, [intensely serious.] Beatrice, your callousness shocks me ! That you can dream of deserting Hugh . . a man of all others who requires constant care and attention. BEATRICE. May I remark that the separation is as much Hugh's wish as mine ? BOOTH. I don't believe that. BEATRICE, [her eyehroms up.] Really ! BOOTH. I don't imply that you're lying. But you must know that it's Hugh's nature to wish to do anything that he thinks anybody wishes him to do. All my Ufe I've had to stand up for him . . and by Jove, I'll continue to do so. EDWARD, [from the depths of his armchair.] If you'd taught him to stand up for himself — The door is flung almost off its hinges by hugh tvho then stands stamping and pale green with rage. HUGH. Look here. Booth . . I will not have you interfering with my private aifairs. Is one never to be free from your bullying } BOOTH. You ought to be grateful. HUGH. Well, I'm not. BOOTH. This is a family affair. HUGH. It is not ! 110 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act v BOOTH, [at the top of his voice.] If all you can do Is to contradict me, you'd better listen to what I've got to say . . quietly. HUGH, quite shouted down, flings himself petulantly into a chair. A hush falls. EMILY. \in a still small voice.'] Would you like me to go. Booth ? BOOTH, [severely.] No, Emily. Unless anything has been going on which cannot be discussed before you . . [then more severely stilF] and I hope that is not so. HUGH, [muttering rehelliously.] Oh, you have the mind of a . . an official flunkey ! BOOTH. Why do you wish to separate ? HUGH. What's the use of telling you? You won't understand. BEATRICE, [mho ssTvs on undisturbed^ We don't get on well together. BOOTH, [amazedly.] Is that all ? HUGH, [snapping at him.] Yes, that's all. Can you find a better reason ? BOOTH, [with brotherly contempt.] I have given up expecting common sense from you. But Beatrice — ! [His tone implores her to be reasonable.] BEATRICE. It doesn't seem to me any sort of sense that people should live together for purposes of mutual irritation. BOOTH, [protesting.] My dear girl ! . , that sounds like a quotation from your last book. BEATRICE. It isn't. I do think. Booth, you might read that book . . for the honour of the Family. BOOTH, [successfully side-tracked • . ] I have bought it, Beatrice, and — BEATRICE. That's the principal thing, of course — BOOTH. [ . . and discovering it.] But do let us keep to the subject. BEATRICE, [with flattering sincerity.] Certainly, Booth. ACTv] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 111 And there is hardly any subject that I wouldn't ask your advice about. But upon this . . please let me know better. Hugh and I will be happier apart. BOOTH. \ohstinately.^ Why ? BEATRICE, [with resolute patience, having vented a little sigk.^ Hugh finds that my opinions distress him. And I have at last lost patience with Hugh. MRS. VOYSEY. [mko kas been trying to follow this through her spectacles.^ What does Beatrice say ? BOOTH, \translating into a loud sing-song.'] That she wishes to leave her husband because she has lost patience ! MRS. VOYSEY. \nnth considerable acrimony.^ Then you must be a very ill-tempered woman. Hugh has a sweet nature. HUGH, \shouting self-consciously.] Nonsense, Mother. BEATRICE, [shouting good-humouredly.] I quite agree with you, Mother. [She continues to her husband in an even just tone.] You have a sweet nature, Hugh, and it is most difficult to get angry with you. I have been seven years working up to it. But now that I am angry, I shall never get pleased again. The Major returns to his subject, refreshed by a moment's repose. BOOTH. How has he failed in his duty .'' Tell us. I'm not bigoted in his favour. I know your faults, Hugh. He mags his head at hugh, who tvrithes ruith irritation. HUGH. Why can't you leave them alone . . leave us alone } BEATRICE. I'd state my case against Hugh, if I thought he'd retaliate. HUGH, [desperately rounding on his brother.'] If I tell you, you won't understand. You understand nothing ! Beatrice is angry with me because I won't prostitute my art to make money. 112 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act v BOOTH, [glanping at his wj/e.] Please don't use metaphors of that sort. BEATRICE, [reasonably.] YeSj I think Hugh ought to earn more money. BOOTH, [quite pleased to begetting along at last.] Well, why doesn't he ? HUGH. I don't want money. BOOTH. You can't say you don't want money any more than you can say you don't want bread. BEATRICE, [as she breaks of her cotton.] It's when one has known what it is to be a little short of both . . Notv the Major spreads himself and begins to he very wise, while hugh, to whom this is more intolerable than all, can only clutch his hair. BOOTH. You know I never considered Art a very good profession for you, Hugh. And you won't even stick to one department of it. It's a profession that gets people into very bad habits, I consider. Couldn't you take up something else } You could still do those wood-cuts in your spare time to amuse yourself. HUGH, [commenting on this with two deliberate shouts oj simulated mirth.] Ha ! Ha ! BOOTH, [sublimely superior.] Well, it wouldn't much matter if you didn't do them at all ! BEATRICE, [subtly.] Booth, there speaks the true critic. BOOTH, [deprecating any title to omniscience.] Well, I don't pretend to know much about Art but — HUGH. It would matter to me. There speaks the artist. BEATRICE. The arrogance of the artist ! HUGH. We have a right to be arrogant. BEATRICE. Good Workmen are humble. HUGH. And look to their wages. BEATRICE. Well, I'm only a workman. With that she breaks the contact of this quiet deadly hopeless little quarrel by turning her head away. ACT v] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 113 The Major, mho has given it most friendly attention, comments . . BOOTH. Of course ! Quite so ! I'm sure all that is a very interesting difference of opinion. But it's nothing to separate about. MRS. VOYSEY leaves her armchair for her favourite station at the dining table. MRS. VOYSEY. Booth is the only one of you that I can hear at all distinctly. But if you two foolish young people think you want to separate . . try it. You'll soon come back to each other and be glad to. People can't fight against Nature for long. And marriage is a natural state . . once you're married. BOOTH, [with intense approval.^ Quite rights Mother. MRS. VOYSEY. I know. She resumes the Nineteenth Century. The Major, to the despair of everybody, makes yet another start j trying oratory this time. BOOTH. My own opinion is, Beatrice and Hugh, that you don't realise the meaning of the word marriage. I don't call myself a religious man . . but dash it all, you were married in Church ! . . And you then entered upon an awful compact ! . . Surely . . as a woman, Beatrice . . the religious point of it ought to appeal to you. Good Lord, suppose everybody were to carry on like this ! And have you considered, Beatrice, that . . whether you're right or whether you're wrong . . if you desert Hugh, you cut yourself off from the Family. BEATRICE, \with the sweetest of smiles.^ That will distress me terribly. BOOTH. \not doubting her for a moment.^ Of course. HVOK Jlings up his head and finds relief at last in many words. HUGH. I wish to Heaven I'd ever been able to cut myself off from the family ! Look at Trenchard. BOOTH, [gobbling a Utile at this unexpected attack.l I I H4 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act -» do not forgive Trenchard for quarrelling with and desert- ing our father. HUGH. Trenchard quarrelled because that was his only way of escape. BOOTH. Escape from what ? HUGH. From tjrranny ! . . from hypocrisy ! . . from boredom ! . . from his Happy EngUsh Home ! BEATRICE. [&d^.] Hugh . . Hugh . . it's no use. BOOTH, [attempting sarcasm.] Speak so that Mother can hear you ! But HUGH isn't to be stopped now. HUGH. Why are we all dull, cubbish, uneducated . . that is hopelessly middle-class. BOOTH, [taking this as very personal,] Cubbish ! HUGH. . . Because it's the middle-class ideal that you should respect your parents . . live with them . . think with them . . grow like them. Natural affection and gratitude ! That's what's expected, isn't it } BOOTH, [not to be obliterated.'] Certainly. HUGH. Keep your children ignorant of all that you don't know, penniless except for your good pleasure, de- pendent on you for permission to breathe freely . . and be sure that their gratitude will be most disinterested, and their affection very natural. If your father's a drunk- ard or poor, then perhaps you get free and can form an opinion of your own . . and can love him or hate him as he deserves. But our father and mother were models. They did their duty by us . . and taught us ours. Trenchard escaped, as I say. You took to the Army . . so of course you've never discovered how behind the times you are. [The Mcyor is stupent.] I tried to express myself in art . . and found there was nothing to express . . I'd been so well brought up. D'you blame me if I wander about in search of a soul of some sort .'' And Honor — ACT v] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 115 BOOTH, [disputing savageli/J] Honor is very happy at home. Everyone loves her. HUGH, [mitkjierce sarcasm.] Yes , . what do we call her ? Mother's right hand ! I wonder they bothered to give her a name. By the time httle Ethel came they were tired of training children . . [his voice loses its sting; he doesn't complete this sentence.] BEATRtcE. Poor little Ethel . . BOOTH. Poor Ethel ! Thei/ speak as one speaks oj the dead, and so the wrangling slops. Then edward interposes quietly. EDWARD. Ahj my dear Hugh . . HUGH. I haven't spoken of your fate, Edward. That's too shamefiil. EDWARD. Not at all. I sit at my desk daOy as the servant of men whose ideal of hfe is to have a thousand a year . . or two thousand . . or three . . BOOTH. Well .' EDWARD. That's all. BOOTH. What's the point ? One must live. HUGH. And if Booth can be said to think, he honestly thinks that's living. BOOTH. We will return, if you please, to the original subject of discussion. Hugh, this question of a separation — Past all patience, hugh jumps up and fiings his chair hack to its place. HUGH. Beatrice and I mean to separate. And nothing you may say will prevent us. The only difficulty in the way is money. Can we command enough to hve apart comfortably ? BOOTH. Well .'' HUGH. Well . . we can't. BOOTH. Well ? HUGH. So we can't separate. 116 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act v BOOTH, [speaking with bewilderment.'^ Then what in Heaven's name have we been discussing it for ? HUGH. I haven't discussed it ! I don't want to discuss it ! Mind — can't you mind your own business ? Now I'll go back to the billiard room and my book. He is gone before the poor Major can recover his lost breath. BOOTH, [as he does recover i7.] I am not an impatient man . . but really . . [and then words foil him.] BEATRICE, [commenting calmly.] Hugh, I am told, was a spoilt child. They grow to hate their parents sooner than others. You taught him to cry for what he wanted. Now that he's older and doesn't get it, that makes him a wearisome companion. BOOTH, [vert/ sulky now.] You married him with your eyes open, I suppose ? BEATRICE. How fcw womcn marry with their eyes open ! BOOTH. You have never made the best of Hugh. BEATRICE. I have spared him that indignity. BOOTH, [vindictively.] I am veiy glad that you can't separate. BEATRICE. As soon as I'm reasonably sure of earning an income I shall walk off from him. The Major revives. BOOTH. You will do nothing of the sort, Beatrice. BEATRICE. [unnffledJ] How will you stop me, Booth.' BOOTH. I shall tell Hugh he must command you to stay. BEATRICE, [with a little smile.] I wonder would that still make a difference. It was one of the illusions of my girlhood that I should love a man who would master me. BOOTH. Hugh must assert himself. He begins to walk about, giving some indication of how it should be done. Beatrice's smile has vanished. BEATRICE. Don't thuik I've enjoyed taking the lead in ACTv] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 117 everything throughout mymarriedlife. Butsomeone had to plan and scheme and be foreseeing . . we weren't sparrows or lilies of the field . . someone had to get up and do something,if not for money, at least for the honour of it. [She becomes conscious of his strutting and smiles rather mischievously.] Ah . . if I'd married you, Booth ! booth's Jace grows beatific. BOOTH. Well, I must own to thinking that I am a masterful man . . that it's the duty of every man to be so. [He adds forgivingly.] Poor old Hugh ! BEATRICE, [unable to resist temptation.] If I'd tried to leave you, Booth, you'd have whipped me . . wouldn't you? BOOTH, [ecstaticalli/ complacent.] Ha . . well . . ! BEATRICE. Do Say yes. Think how it'll frighten Emily. The Mcyor strokes his moustache and is most friendly. BOOTH. Hugh's been a worry to me all my life. And now as Head of the Family . . Well, I suppose I'd better go and give the dear chap another talking to. I quite see your point of view, Beatrice. BEATRICE. Why disturb him at his book ? MAJOR BOOTH Icovcs them, squaring his shoulders as becomes a lord oj^ creation. The two sisters-in-law go on with their work silently for a moment; then BEATRICE adds . . BEATRICE. Do you find Booth difficult to manage, Emily ? EMILY, [putting down her knitting to consider the matter.] No. It's best to allow him to talk himself out. When he's done that he'll often come to me for advice. I let him get his own way as much as possible . . or think he's getting it. Otherwise he becomes so de- pressed. BEATRICE, [quietly amused.] Edward shouldn't hear this. What has he to do with women's secrets .' 118 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act v EDWARD. I won't tell . . and I'm a bachelor. EMILY, [solemnly as she takes up her knitting again.^ Do you really mean to leave Hugh .' BEATRICE, [slightly impatient.^ Emily^ I've said so. They are joined hy alice maitland, who comes in gaily. ALICE. What's Booth shouting about in the billiard room? EMILY, [pained.] Oh . . on Christmas EvCj too i BEATRICE. Don't you take any interest in my matri- monial affairs } MRS. voYSEY shuts up the Nineteenth Century and removes her spectacles. MRS. VOYSEY. That's a very interesting article. The Chinese Empire must be in a shocking state ! Is it ten o'clock yet .' EDWARD. Past. MRS. VOYSEY. [as EDWARD IS behind her,] Can anyone see the clock .'' ALICE. It's past ten. Auntie. MRS. VOYSEY. Then I think I'll go to my room. EMILY. Shall I come and look after you. Mother ? MRS. VOYSEY. If you'd find Honor for me, Emily. EMILY goes in search of the harmless necessary honor and MRS. VOYSEY begins her nightly chant of de- parture. MRS. VOYSEY. Good night, Alice. Good night, Edward. EDWARD. Good night. Mother. MRS. VOYSEY. [tvith suddcn severity.] I'm not pleased with you, Beatrice. BEATRICE. I'm sorry. Mother. But without waiting to be answered the old lady has sailed out of the room. Beatrice, edward, and ALICE are attuned to each other enough to be able to talk with ease. ACTv] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 119 BEATRICE. Hugh is right about his family. It'll never make any new life for itself. EDWARD. There are Booth's children. BEATRICE. Poor little devils ! ALICE, [judicially.'] Emily is an excellent mother. BEATRICE. Yes . . they'll grow up good men and women. And one will go into the Army and one into the Navy and one into the Church . . and perhaps one to the Devil and the Colonies. They'll serve their country and govern it and help to keep it like themselves . . dull and respectable . . hopelessly middle-class. [She puts down her work now and elevates an oratorical Jist] Genius and Poverty may exist in England^ if they'll hide their heads. For show days we've our aristocracy. But never let us forgetj gentlemen, that it is the plain solid middle-class man who has made us . . what we are. EDWARD. \in sympathetic derision^ Hear hear . . ! and cries of bravo ! BEATRICE. NoWj that is out of my book . . the next one. [She takes up her work again.] You know, Edward however scandalous it was, your father left you a man's work to do. EDWARD. \his face cloudy.] An outlaw's ! BEATRICE, [whimsical after a moment] I mean that. At all events you've not had to be your father's right arm . . or the instrument of justice . . or a representa- tive of the people . . or anything second-hand of that sort, have you .'' EDWARD. [with sudden excitement.] Do you know what I found out the other day about [he nods at the portrait.] . . him ? BEATRICE, [enquiring calmly.] What ? EDWARD. He saved his firm once. That was true. A pretty capable piece of heroism. Then, fifteen years afterwards . . he started again. BEATRICE, [greatly interested.] Did he now ? 120 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act v EDWARD. It can't have been merely through weakness . . BEATRICE, ^with artistic enthusiasm.^ Of course not. He was a man of imagination and a great financier. He had to find scope for his abihties or die. He despised these fat little clients living so snugly on their fattening little incomes . . and put them and their money to the best use he could. EDWARD. \shala,ng his head solemnly.'\ Fine phrases for robbery. BEATRICE turns her clever face to him and hegms to follow up her subject keenly. BEATRICE. But didn't Hugh tell me that your golden deed has been robbing your rich clients for the benefit of the poor ones ? ALICE. \who hasn't missed a word."] That's true. EDWARD, [gently.^ Well . . we're all a bit in debt to the poor, aren't we ? BEATRICE. Quite SO. And you don't possess and your father didn't possess that innate sense of the sacredness of property . . \she enjoys that phrase] which mostly makes your merely honest man. Nor did the man possess it who picked my pocket last Friday week . . nor does the tax-gatherer . . nor do I. And whether we can boast of our opinions depends on such a silly lot of prejudices and cowardices that EDWARD, [a little pained by as much of this as he takes to be serious.] Why wouldn't he own the truth to me about himself? BEATRICE. He was a bit of a genius. Perhaps he took care not to know it. Would you have understood .'' EDWARD. Perhaps not. But I loved him. BEATRICE looks again at the gentle, earnest face. BEATRICE. Through it all .'' EDWARD, Yes. And not from mere force of habit either. ACT v] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 121 BEATRICE. [mih reverence in her voice now.] That might silence a bench of judges. Well . . well . . Her sewing finished, she stuffs the things into her basket, gets up in her abrupt unconventional nay and goes without another word. Her brain is busy with the Voysey Inheritance. edward and ALICE are left in chairs hy thejire, Jacing each other like an old domestic couple. EDWARD. Stay and talk to me. ALICE. I want to. Something has happened . . since dinner. EDWARD. Can you see that ? ALICE. What is it ? EDWARD, [with sudden exultation.] The smash has come . . and not by my fault. Old George Booth — ALICE. Has he been here ? EDWARD. Can you imagine it ? He got at the truth. I told him to take his money . . what there was of it . . and prosecute. He won't prosecute, but he bargains to take the money . . and then to bleed us, sovereign by sovereign, as I earn sovereign by sovereign ^i'ith the sweat of my soul. I'll see him in his Christian Heaven first . . the Jew ! ALICE, [keeping her head.] You can't reason with him ? EDWARD. No. He thinks he has the whip hand, and the Vicar has been told . . who has told his wife. She knows how not to keep a secret. It has come at last. ALICE. So you're glad ? EDWARD. So thankful — my conscience is clear. I've done my best. [Then as usual with him, his fervour collapses.] And oh, Alice . . has it been worth doing } ALICE, [encouragingly.] Half a dozen poor devils pulled safe out of the fire. EDWARD. But I'm wondering now if that won't be found out, or if I shan't just confess to the pious fraud 122 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act v when the time comes. Somehow I don't seem to have the conviction to carry any job through. A weak naturCj my father said. He knew. ALICE. You have a religious nature. EDWARD, [surprised.^ Oh, no ! ALICE, [proceeding to explain.^ Which means, of course, that you don't cling to creeds and ceremonies. And the good things and the well-done jobs of this worldly world don't satisfy you . . so you shirk contact with it all you can. EDWARD, [his eyes far amai/.j Yes. Do you never feel that there aren't enough windows in a house ? ALICE, [prosaicalli/.^ In this weather . . too many. EDWARD. In my office then — I feel it when I'm at work — one is out of all hearing of all the music of the world. And when one does get back to Nature, instead of being curves to her roundness, one is all corners. ALICE, [smiling at him.] And you love to think prettily, don't you . . just as Hugh does. You do it quite well, too. [Then briskly.] But, Edward, may I scold you .'' EDWARD. For that .'' ALICE. Why have you grown to be more of a sloven than ever lately ? Yes, a spiritual sloven, I call it — deliberately letting yourself be unhappy. EDWARD. Is happiness under one's control .'' ALICE. My friend, you shouldn't neglect your happi- ness any more than you neglect to wash your face I was desperate about you . . so I came down to your office. EDWARD. Yes, you did. ALICE. But I found you master there, and I thanked God. Because with us, Edward, for these last eighteen months you've been more like a moral portent than a man — without a smile to throw to a friend . . or an opinion upon any subject. Why did you throw up your ACT v] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 123 boys' club ? Why didn't you vote last November ? — too out of keeping with your unhappy fate ? EDWAHD. [contrite at tkis.^ 1 was wrong not to vote. ALICE. You don't even eat properly. With that she completes the accitsation and edward searches round for a defence. EDWARD. But, Alice, it was always an effort to do all these things . . and lately every effort has had to go to my workj hasn't it ? ALICE. Oh . . if you only did them on principle . . I retract . . far better not do them at all. EDWARD. Don't laugh at me. ALICE. Edwardj is there nothing you want from Hfe . . want for its own sake ? That's the only test. EDWARD. I daren't ask. ALICE. Yes, you dare. It's all so long past that awful time when you were . . more than a bit of a prig. EDWARD, \rvith enough sense of humour to whisper hack.'] Was I ? ALICE. I'm afraid so ! He still stalks through my dreams sometimes . . and I wake in a sweat. But I think he's nearly done with. [Then her voice rises stirringly.] Oh, don't you see what a blessing this cursed burden of disgrace and work was meant to be to you ? EDWARD, [without a smile now.] But lately, Alice, I've hardly known myself. Sometimes I've lost my temper . , I've been brutal. ALICE. I knew it. I knew that would happen. It's your own wicked nature coming out at last. That's what we've been waiting for. . that'swhat wewant. That's you. EDWARD, [still serious.] I'm sorry for it. ALICE. Oh, Edward, be a little proud of poor human- ity . . take your own share in it gladly. It so discourages the rest of us if you don't. Suddenly he breaks down completely. EDWARD. I can't let myself be glad and live. There's 124 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act v the future to think of, and I'm so afraid of that. I must pretend I don't care . . even to myself . . even to you. ALICE. \her mocking at an endJ\ What is it you fear most about the future . . not just the obviously unpleasant things .'' EDWARD. They'll put me in prison. ALICE. Even then ? EDWARD. Who'll be the man who comes out ? ALICE. Yourself, and more than ever yourself. EDWARD. No,no! I'macoward. I can't standalone, and after that I shall have to. I need affection . . I need friends. I cling to people that I don't care for deeply , . just for the comfort of it. I've no real home of my own. Every house that welcomes me now I like to think of as something of a home. And this disgrace in store will leave me , . homeless. There he sits shaken, alice waits a moment, not taking her eyes from him; then speaks. ALICE. Edward, there's something else I want to scold you for. You've still given up proposing to me. Certainly that shows a lack of courage . . and of perseverance. Or is it the loss of what I always con- sidered a very laudable ambition .'' EDWARD is hardly able to trust his ears. Then he looks into her face and his thankfulness frames itself into a single sentence. EDWARD. Will you marry me } ALICE. Yes, Edward. For a minute he just holds his breath rvith happi- ness. But he shakes himself free of it, almost savagely. EDWARD. No, no, no, we mustn't be stupid. I'm sorry I asked you that. ALICE, \with serene strength.^ I'm glad that you want me. While I live . . where I am will be Home. ACT v] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 125 EDWARD, [struggling fvith himself.^ No^ it's too late. And if you'd said Yes before I came into my inheritance . . perhaps I shouldn't have given myself to the work. So be glad that it's too late. I am. ALICE, \happily.'] Marry you when you were only a well-principled prig. . . Thanks ! I didn't want you . . and I don't believe you really wanted me. But now you do, and you must always take what you want. EDWARD, [turning to her again.] My dear, what have we to start life upon . . to build our house upon .'' Poverty . . and prison. ALICE. [miscMevous.] Edward, you seem to think that all the money in the world was invested in your precious firm. I have four hundred a year of my own. At least let that tempt you. EDWARD catches her in his arms with a momentary little hurst of passion. EDWARD. You're tempting me. She did not resist, but nevertheless he breaks areay from her, disappointed with himself. She goes on, quietly, serenely. ALICE. Am I .'' Unworthily .' Oh, my dear, don't be afraid of wanting me. Shall we be less than friends by being more .'' If I thought that, should I ever have let it come to this ? But now you must . . . look at me and make your choice . . to refuse me my work and happiness in life and to cripple your own nature . . or to take my hand. She puts out her hand frankly, as a friend should. With only a second's thought he, happy too now, takes it as frankly. Then she sits beside him and quite cheerfully changes the subject. ALICE. Now, about old Mr. George Booth. What will he do } EDWARD, [responsive though impatient.] Nothing. I shall be before him. 126 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE [act v ALICE. Can we bargain with him to keep the firm going somehow ? . . for if we can, I'm afraid we must. At this EDWARD makes a last attempt to abandon himself to his troubles. EDWARD. Noj no . . let it end here, it'll be so useless. They'll all be round in a day or two after their money Uke wasps after honey. And now they know I won't lift a finger in my own defence . . what sort of mercy will they have ? ALICE, [iriuniphantly completing her case.] Edward, I have a faith by which I hope to live, not humbly, but defying the world to be my master. Dare to surrender yourself entirely, and you'll find them powerless against you. You see, you had something to hope or fear from Mr. Booth, for you hoped in your heart he'd end your trouble. But conquer that last httle atom of fear which we call selfishness, and you'll find you are doing what you wish with selfish men. [And she adds fervently.] Yes, the man who is able, and cares deeply, and yet has nothing to hope or fear is all powerful . . even in little things. EDWARD. But will nothing ever happen to set me free .'' Shall I never be able to rest for a moment . . turn round and say I've succeeded or I've failed .'' ALICE. That's asking too much, and it isn't what matters . . one must have faith to go on. EDWARD. Suppose they all meet and agree and syndicate themselves and keep me at it for life. ALICE. Yes, I daresay they will, but what else could you wish for ? EDWARD. Than that dreary round ! ALICE. But the world must be put tidy. And it's the work which splendid criminals leave for poor commonplace people to do. EDWARD, \mith a little laugh.] And I don't believe in Heaven either. ACT v] THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE 127 ALICE, [chse to kirn.] But there's to be our life. What's wrong with that ? EDWARD. My deaTj when they put me in prison for swindling — [he makes the mord sotmd its nmrsL] ALICE. I think they won't, for it wouldn't pay them. But if they are so stupid . . I must be very carefuL EDWARD. Of what ? ALICE. To avoid false pride, I shall be foolishly proud of you. EDWARD. It's good to be praised sometimes . . by you. ALICE. My heart praises you. Good night EDWARD. Good night She kisses Us forehead. But he puts up his face Uke a child, so she bends dorm and for thejirst time their Sps meet Then she steps back foom him, adding hastily, idth perhaps just a touch of shyness. ALICE. Till to-morrow. EDWASD. \echoing m gratitude the hope and promise in her tjoice.] Till to-morrow. She haves Mm to sit there by the table for a few moments longer, looking into fas future, streaked as it is to be teitk trouble and joy. As mhose is not ? From above . . Jrom above the mantelpiece, that is to scy . . the face of the late MR. voysey seems to look doipn upon Ms son not miiindly, though trith that curious butxaneering tnist of the eyebrorrs toMch distinguished Ms counientmce ia life. 1 n