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 A FLAT IN FOUR ACTS 
 
 BY 
 
 ALGERNON TASSIN 
 
 BROADWAY PUBLISHING CO. 
 
 835 BROADWAY 
 NEW YORK 
 

 Copyright, 1911, 
 
 BY 
 
 ALGERNON TASSIN 
 
 ENTERED AT STATIONER S HALL, LONDON. 
 
 All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign 
 languages, including the Scandinavian 
 
 ©CI.D 2\\HH 
 
PERSONS 
 
 A Waiter. 
 
 Colonel Harrington Dodd. 
 
 Mrs. Bradley-Stone, 
 
 Judith Allison. 
 
 Nicholas Allison. 
 
 Sam Bradley-Stone. 
 
 Jessica Ewing. 
 
 Miss Ewing. 
 
 Barney Martini. 
 
 Time; — The Present. 
 
ACT ONE 
 
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 ACT I. 
 
 {The men's room in the Pequot Country Club, 
 Connecticut. The back gives on a piazza, 
 which is seen from three large windows, 
 reaching almost to the floor and through a 
 screen door, which is the last opening on 
 the right. In the left wall front is a large 
 doorway leading into the hall. There are 
 several small tables scattered over the room, 
 together with cane-seated chairs and an oc- 
 casional wicker arm-chair. At the table 
 toward the left zuall, stands a desk phone. 
 
 By the table near center window Colonel Har- 
 rington DoDD is reading the Sunday news- 
 paper, and various sheets of it lie scattered 
 about him. He is a man of Hfty-iive years 
 of age, grizzled, wiry, and tanned, and of 
 soldierly bearing. He is dressed carefully 
 and entirely in white. His movements are 
 marked by lithe precision and clear-cutness 
 — not too professional and suggestive of 
 the man of the world as well as the oMcer. 
 His tone is habitually dry and quizzical in 
 spite of the equally habitual but faint hint 
 of pathos in his manner. A waiter is -filling 
 the match boxes on the tables, gathering up 
 
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 the traces of last nighfs occupancy, and put- 
 ting the room to rights.) 
 
 Dodd: Rather quiet here. 
 
 Waiter : Nobody in till afternoon, sir, as a 
 general thing. On Sundays. 
 
 Dodd : Late, Saturday nights ? 
 
 Waiter : Yes, sir. All the week-enders, you 
 see. And the commuters don't have to catch a 
 train this morning. (He takes out the old box 
 of matches on D odd's table and inserts a fresh 
 one.) 
 
 Dodd (Rising) : I'm in your way, I guess. 
 (He starts towards screen door and stops) It's 
 a bit fresh for the first of June. I'll go across 
 the hall. (He starts left.) 
 
 Waiter : That's the ladies' room, sir. No 
 men allowed. Almost done, sir. 
 
 Dodd : You might bring the cigar tray. 
 
 Waiter: Yes, sir. (He starts to go.) 
 
 Dodd: Wait a minute. (Taking out his pipe) 
 Pipes permitted in this club? 
 
 Waiter: (Hesitating, with a smile) Here 
 — in the men's room, sir. 
 
 Dodd (Quizzically, seeing something in his 
 manner) : No ladies allowed? 
 
 Waiter : This is the men's room, sir. But 
 the ladies go everywhere. Billiard room, card 
 room 
 
 Dodd: Hum! (He has been tilling his pipe, 
 and now lights it) See if there's any mail for 
 me. Colonel Harrington Dodd. (He resumes 
 his seat at the table.) 
 
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 Waiter: Beg pardon, sir. As you've just 
 come, sir, your mail will be in your host's box. 
 Dodd: Look under Kinglake then. 
 Waiter: Kinglake? Beg pardon, sir. But 
 I don't think there's any such name on the mem- 
 bership list, sir. 
 
 Dodd: What? Of course there is. You 
 must be new here. 
 
 Waiter: Have you your two weeks' card, 
 sir? 
 
 Dodd {Whimsically, as he gets his card) : 
 Don't you suppose I know my host's name ? See 
 for yourself. Judith — Bless my soul, I forgot 
 she'd been married two years ! I apologize. 
 Mrs. Allison. 
 
 Waiter: Allison! {With alacrity) Oh, yes, 
 sir. rU see, sir. 
 {He goes. . At the door he stands aside for Mrs. 
 
 Eradley-Stone, who enters. 
 She is a fashionably dressed woman of thirty, 
 somewhat artificial and fast-looking. She 
 seems always curbing a restless superficial 
 energy, and under its rather pleasing sur- 
 face play, she shows glimpses of a nature 
 both jaded and hard. An engaging, me- 
 chanical smile is her chief social equipment. 
 This, it develops, she employs to cover a 
 decided impertinence of speech. At any 
 suggestion of her club activities, she as- 
 ' sumes at once the crisp managing manner 
 which an initiation into the mysteries of 
 parliamentary procedure and the possibility 
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 of having at any time to take the chair, have 
 imparted to the contemporary society 
 zvoman. 
 As the waiter stands aside to let her pass, she 
 turns for a moment to speak to him — having 
 seen ID odd smoking his pipe.) 
 Mrs. B. : A pipe ! He's not a member, is he ? 
 Waiter: No, madam. 
 Mrs. B. : Did he ask if he might? 
 Waiter {Reluctantly) : Yes, madam. 
 Mrs. B. {Severely) : And you told him! 
 Waiter: Yes, madam. The rule hasn't 
 been changed yet, has it? 
 
 Mrs. B. : Why didn't you tell him that some 
 people objected? 
 
 Waiter : He didn't ask me, madam. 
 {She turns away impatiently and he exits left. 
 She goes up and stands near window, casu- 
 ally eyeing him. Then she sits and coughs 
 slightly. ) 
 DoDD {Looking up from his paper) : Pardon 
 me. I hope smoking is not objectionable to you ? 
 Mrs. B. {Pleasantly, but with a meaning in- 
 fection) : Smoking? Not at all. 
 Dodd: My pipe? 
 
 Mrs. B. : Well {She smiles engagingly.) 
 
 DoDD : I beg your pardon. I thought 
 
 {He rises and walks to door.) 
 Mrs. B.: Oh, no! Please! 
 
 DoDD {Affably) : But if it is annoying 
 
 Mrs. B. : Not as a pipe but as a principle. 
 That is, here — inside. 
 
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 Dodd: I see. But on the veranda, perhaps. 
 Neither as a principle nor as a pipe. 
 
 Mrs. B. (Smiling Hirtatiously) : You think 
 I'm quite horrid. 
 
 DoDD : No, if you don't think I'm too inquisi- 
 tive for a guest. I understood that in the men's 
 room 
 
 Mrs. B. : At present, yes. Until the meeting 
 of the new Board of Directors. 
 
 Dodd: I see. There is a minority sentiment 
 against it. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Minorities become majorities. 
 
 Dodd: If carefully jockeyed. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Well, I (She smiles.) 
 
 Dodd: I see. And you expect to be repre- 
 sented on the New Board? 
 
 Mrs. B. : Yes. How you do put two and 
 two together. 
 
 Dodd: You help to support this club, don't 
 you ? Then why not get a woman on the Board ? 
 
 Mrs. B. (Triumphantly) : Going to at the 
 next election. We fought every inch of the 
 way, but we won at last. 
 
 Dodd: And you? 
 
 Mrs. B. : I'm running. 
 
 Dodd : Good ! I hope you'll win. I like to 
 see women claim their rights. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Now don't think I'm one of those 
 horrid women's rights women. Just because I 
 have principles against a pipe. 
 
 Dodd (Gallantly) : But only in the men's 
 room, not on the veranda. 
 
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 Mrs. B. (Glibly) : Home is the woman's 
 sphere. It unsexes her to compete with men. 
 
 Dodd: Then you're not running against a 
 man? 
 
 Mrs. B. : Oh, no ; I wouldn't think of such 
 a thing. Against another woman. She's a dear 
 friend of mine. 
 
 Dodd : But she'll be harder to beat than a 
 man. Have you planned a campaign ? 
 
 Mrs. B. : I never dined so much at home in 
 my life. In four weeks I've had every man in 
 this club to dinner. 
 
 Dodd : Dear me, then it's a question of cooks. 
 (In reply to her look) Of course she feeds them, 
 too. 
 
 Mrs. B. : No, she doesn't go in for entertain- 
 ing. That's where I have the bit on her. 
 
 Dodd: What's her bait? 
 
 Mrs. B. : I wish I knew. She doesn't feed 
 them. She doesn't fool them, she doesn't flirt 
 with them. (She smiles engagingly) She doesn't 
 seem to be doing anything. But I'm afraid she's 
 landing them just the same. I sort of feel she's 
 a born organizer. 
 
 Dodd : Who is this low scheming politician ? 
 
 Mrs. B. : Mrs. Nicholas Allison. 
 
 Dodd: Dear me, I'm hobnobbing in the en- 
 emy's camp! 
 
 Mrs. B. : You know her ? 
 
 Dodd : She gave me my two weeks card. 
 Besides, she's going to feed me. At lunch to- 
 day. 
 
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 Mrs. B. : And me, too. 
 Dodd: Indeed? My name is Dodd. 
 Mrs. B. (Shaking hands) : Mine is Mrs. 
 Bradley- Stone. How do you do, Mr. Dodd? 
 Enemy ! 
 
 Dodd: Dear me, I'm not a member. 
 Mrs. B. : You will be. Here's Mrs. Allison 
 now. (Calling outside) Good morning. 
 (Judith, having passed the windows, enters by 
 the veranda door. She is a younger woman 
 than Mrs. Bradley-Stone, with a self-pos- 
 sessed, quiet manner in zvhich there is some 
 hint of repression — a critic might call it 
 even Hstlessness. Though young, hand- 
 some, and exquisitely gowned, she has an 
 air of not responding vitally to the life 
 around her.) 
 Judith : Good morning. ( Coming to Dodd 
 with delight) It's — it's Uncle Harry, isn't it? 
 
 Dodd (Taking her outstretched hands) : 
 Judy! 
 
 Judith : Where's your moustache ? Other- 
 wise you haven't changed a bit in five years. 
 Dodd : Hope not at my age. You have. 
 Judith : I should hope I might. The gawky 
 thing I was at twenty! 
 
 Dodd: But now that I look you over, I 
 should have known you anywhere. You have 
 your father's eyes — just the same. 
 
 Judith : Just the same. And may I still 
 call you Uncle Harry? 
 
 Dodd ; If you let me call you Judy. 
 
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 Judith : Do. It makes me think of father. 
 (Turning) Oh, Mrs. Bradley-Stone. Colonel 
 Dodd. He's just back from China. 
 
 Mrs. B. : We are intimate friends. But you 
 never told me you were Colonel. 
 
 DoDD : Dear me ! Well, you see, I've been 
 retired for five years. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Five years, at your age? Non- 
 sense ! 
 
 Judith (Hastily breaking in, as if avoiding 
 an awkivardness) : You got my last note? 
 You're stopping at the hotel? Didn't I tell you 
 how nice it was around here? 
 
 Mrs. B. (Sweetly) : Are you thinking of 
 staying here for the summer. Colonel ? 
 
 DoDD : I haven't been. But if Judith's planned 
 it and wants me, I suppose I'll shake down into it. 
 (Pinching her chin fondly) I learned long ago 
 it was best to knuckle under at once with this 
 young lady. 
 
 Judith : As if anybody could make you budge 
 an inch! How do you like the club? Nice little 
 joint, isn't it? 
 
 Mrs. B. (Sweetly) : I told you you would be 
 a member of it. 
 
 Judith (Sweetly) : You did? How did you 
 guess? 
 
 Mrs. B. : I can read the Colonel like a book 
 already. Can't I, Colonel? (She laughs.) 
 
 Judith (Not liking her proprietary air) : Oh! 
 (To Dodd) Smoke, won't you? How I'd love 
 to see that pipe I used to fill for you. 
 
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 DoDD {Pleased) : You remember? I fished 
 it out on purpose. {He takes it out.) 
 
 Judith {Taking it) : How it takes me back. 
 I can see you and father now. Like two friendly 
 locomotives in a row. Puffing — snorting — let- 
 ling off steam. 
 
 DoDD : As irreverent as ever ! 
 
 Judith : Filled, too. Here ! {Handing it back 
 to him) It will seem like old times to smell that 
 pipe again. {Mischievously, for Mrs. B.'s bene- 
 fit) Nothing vague or uncertain about the odor 
 of that pipe, Mrs. Bradley-Stone. {She gets a 
 match from the match box.) Just as I used to 
 do when I was ten. 
 
 DoDD {Looking at Mrs, B.) : Well — er — 
 shan't we go out on the veranda ? 
 
 Judith : Nonsense, this is the men's room. 
 The poor dears smoke their pipes in here. Don't 
 they, Mrs. Bradley-Stone? 
 
 Mrs. B. {Sweetly) : Some of them. Until 
 the meeting of the new Board of Directors. 
 
 Judith : And perhaps afterwards. Even if 
 we 
 
 Mrs. B.: We? 
 
 Judith : They. 
 
 Mrs. B.: I thought you were a little pre- 
 vious. 
 
 Judith : Even if they have to make a new 
 rule. No ladies allowed in the men's room. 
 
 Mrs. B. : No ladies allowed ! Why, my hus- 
 band would live here. I could never get at him. 
 I'll leave the club first ! 
 
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 DoDD : Ladies, ladies ! Let there be no blood 
 shed. 
 
 Judith : Poor dears, they ought to have 
 some place to themselves. The women have. 
 
 Mrs. B. : That's different. Besides, it's no 
 argument — they are never in it. 
 
 Judith : Nevertheless, they have one, and 
 the men can't go in there. 
 
 Mrs. B. : But that isn't the point just now. 
 Judith (Sweetly but irritatingly) : What is? 
 Mrs. B. : I thought there was something. 
 Since you weren't feeding them. So that's your 
 campaign, is it? 
 
 Judith (Sweetly) : Isn't it a good one? 
 Come on. Uncle Harry. (She strikes the match.) 
 Mrs. B. : Colonel ! I'll buy you a cigar ! 
 Dodd: Ladies, this is a pipe of peace. So I 
 won't smoke it. (He blows out the match and 
 pinches Judith's chin.) Especially as I'm to be 
 a member here. You rogue of a politician. 
 Getting a vote like that. 
 
 Judith : Hush ! Here's Nicholas. He's not 
 to know yet. 
 
 Mrs. B. (Looking interested) : Not to know? 
 (Nicholas enters by left. He is a serious and 
 prosperous-looking business man of forty. 
 He is eminently correct, conservative, and 
 conscientious, according to family traditions 
 of long standing — a machine-made charac- 
 ter equally without stain and unthout color; 
 but a pleasant and honorable gentleman, 
 who — as he takes himself very seriously and 
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 never doubts the propriety of his ideas — 
 has succeeded very young in life. His ene- 
 mies would call him a prig; his friends, a 
 tower of strength. He is neither one nor 
 the other, only a man who somewhat per- 
 sistently pursues the usual ideals of good 
 form along the track beaten out for him by 
 his forbears, and consequently one who 
 prides himself on his breadth of view and 
 liberality. This latter he shows by well- 
 bred tolerance of other people's notions and 
 an indidgent condescension which betrays 
 that to him they appear childish. But he is 
 without pomposity or pretense, his manners 
 are simple and genuine, and his bearing to- 
 ward his wife has a marked affectionate- 
 ness.) 
 Nicholas: Good morning, Mrs. Bradley- 
 Stone. 
 
 Judith : Nicholas, here is the Colonel. 
 Uncle Harry, my husband. 
 
 Nicholas (Shaking hands cordially) : How 
 do you do? Judith tells me you were the idol 
 of her girlhood. 
 
 Dodd: Yes, I never spanked her but once. 
 Judith : Tattle-tale. Don't tell my husband 
 that or he might try it himself. It's hard enough 
 as it is to convince him I've grown up. 
 
 Nicholas : By the way, Mrs. Bradley- Stone. 
 Where were you going to pick up your hus- 
 band? 
 
 Mrs. B. : He's going to pick me up. 
 
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 Nicholas: Good! We are lunching here 
 instead of at the house. 
 
 Judith : Nicholas ! 
 
 Nicholas: My dear, I discharged the cook 
 last night. 
 
 Mrs. B. : That splendid cook ! 
 
 Judith: Last night? (Concealing her an- 
 noyance) And you never told me! 
 
 Nicholas (Affectionately) : I didn't want to 
 bother you, dear. 
 
 Judith : But what about Miss Ewing and 
 Jessica ? 
 
 Nicholas: I telephoned Miss Ewing. She 
 and her niece will join us here. 
 
 Judith (Turning to the others) : Very well, 
 I will see what they can do for us. 
 
 Nicholas : No need to trouble, my dear. I 
 have already ordered. It's a little surprise. 
 
 Judith (Forcing a laugh) : Yes, it is a sur- 
 prise. Mrs. Bradley-Stone, Mr. Allison has no 
 doubt ordered you the best luncheon he could 
 get. 
 
 Mrs. B. (With her mechanical smile) : Oh, 
 we shan't starve! I'm only sorry I'm dining out 
 to-night, or you could come to me for dinner. 
 Two meals in one day at the club, you know. 
 
 Judith (Dryly) : Yes. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Isn't it a pity, Mr. Allison, Judith 
 doesn't go out more? 
 
 Nicholas: I wish you could persuade her. 
 (To Judith) Never mind, dear. I sent the 
 housekeeper to town at once for another one. 
 
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 Judith : That's where she was this morning, 
 then ! (To Dodd) Fortunately, Uncle Harry, we 
 shall have some sort of dinner to-night. The 
 maid can cook. 
 
 Nicholas: My dear, I'm very sorry. She 
 came to me after breakfast and was as impudent 
 as the cook. 
 
 Judith {Blankly) : You discharged her? 
 
 Nicholas (Impe.rturbably) : I could do noth- 
 ing else. 
 
 Judith (Conquering her growing irritation) : 
 Well, Uncle Harry, your first meal at my house 
 will remind you of old times. You won't feel 
 bad if you have to eat one of my messes again, 
 will you? 
 
 DoDD (With conviction) : Nothing like one 
 of Judith's stews, is there, Mr. Allison? She 
 can squeeze more juice out of a bone than any 
 cook this side of France. 
 
 Nicholas (Smiling) : That's an accomplish- 
 ment I never heard of, Judith. 
 
 Judith (Coldly) : You never gave me the 
 chance. (To Dodd) No, Nicholas doesn't be- 
 lieve in my cooking. Or doing anything else. 
 I'm for ornament only. 
 
 Mrs. B. (Cattily) : I'm sure it's lovely of him 
 to relieve you of all bother. Fancy my husband 
 being interested in household affairs. 
 
 Judith : He's not interested in household af- 
 fairs, Mrs. Bradley-Stone. He's interested in 
 me. 
 
 DoDD (Making another attempt to ease mat- 
 
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 ters) : And as for omelets ! All I can say is 
 you'll be glad you bounced the cook tonight. 
 
 Nicholas : Some other night, perhaps. This 
 evening we are all motoring over to the beach. 
 
 Judith : This evening ! But Well, 
 
 Uncle Harry. And I wanted you to spend your 
 first day with us. 
 
 Nicholas : Oh, we'll run over for tea. 
 
 DoDD : Judy, how far away do you live ? 
 
 Judith : About two miles. 
 
 DoDD (Eager to drazv her away, pointing out 
 of ivindoiv) : Over there ? 
 
 Judith : No, the Sound is that way. On this 
 side. There's a place where you can just see 
 the chimneys between the trees. {They go out 
 on the veranda and pass the windows out of 
 sight. ) 
 
 Mrs. B. : Mr. Allison, I think Judith is a 
 very lucky woman. Sometimes I wonder if she 
 knows it. 
 
 Nicholas: She had enough bothering about 
 the house when she was younger. 
 
 Mrs. B. : But you know after all it isn't sup- 
 posed to be a man's business. 
 
 Nicholas {Laughing) : Heavens, don't think 
 I'm always discharging cooks and maids ! I 
 only happened to be around this time. We have 
 the best housekeeper money will buy. I'm glad 
 to say that between the two of us we relieve 
 Mrs. Allison of everything. 
 
 Mrs. B. : I wish you'd talk to Sam and show 
 
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 him how to treat a lady. Now you're a model 
 husband. 
 
 Nicholas: Thank you. 
 
 Mrs. B. (After looking out of the window) : 
 Of course I can expect a model husband to be 
 on my side. 
 
 Nicholas: You're not divorcing Sam? 
 
 Mrs. B. : No such luck. {After glancing 
 out again) Are you pipe or anti-pipe? 
 
 Nicholas: I shan't vote. 
 
 Mrs. B. {Sharply) : Throw away your vote? 
 
 Nicholas: I don't like these squabbles. 
 Though I don't see why a man shouldn't smoke 
 what he chooses, in his own room. 
 
 Mrs. B. : After all, why should he have a 
 room of his own ? Theoretically, of course. But 
 practically, he's so selfish. Sam would be barri- 
 cading himself here all the time. 
 
 Nicholas: But the ladies 
 
 Mrs. B. {Interrupting briskly) : That isn't 
 the point just now, is it? I hope when you 
 think it over you will change your mind. And 
 persuade Judith. 
 
 Nicholas: Judith? She doesn't care either. 
 {Half sighing) She cares so little, really, about 
 anything. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Is it possible you don't know ? 
 She's the head of the pipes. 
 
 Nicholas : Head I What do you mean ? 
 
 Mrs. B. : She's going to permit pipes if she's 
 elected to the Board of Directors. The lady 
 member, you know. 
 
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 Nicholas: You're joking. Why should she 
 be elected? 
 
 Mrs. B. : She's one of the candidates. 
 
 Nicholas : Judith ! 
 
 Mrs. B. : Oh, I'm so sorry. But how could 
 I guess she hadn't let you — you didn't know. 
 
 Nicholas: I couldn't think of it. (Going to 
 zvindow and calling) Judith! 
 
 Mrs. B. : Oh, please don't let her suspect I 
 told you ! It would look so queer. I'm the other 
 candidate, you know. 
 
 Nicholas : I can't believe she would do such 
 a thing without consulting me. But if it's so, it 
 must be stopped. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Well, come down to the office and 
 find out about it there. I simply couldn't have 
 her think I blundered into telling you. She's 
 coming. Please. (She drazvs him away.) 
 
 Nicholas: Very well. But I shall be much 
 amazed if (They go by door left.) 
 
 Judith (Passing the zn'indozvs zvith Dodd) : 
 What is it, Nicholas? (They saunter to door) 
 Yes, Nicholas? (Coming in) Why, he isn't here! 
 (To Dodd as they come dozvn) Uncle Harry, it 
 is so good to see you again. 
 
 Dodd (Taking both of her hands) : Happy, 
 Judy? 
 
 Judith : Perfectly. 
 
 Dodd: Perfectly? Served me right for ask- 
 ing such a silly question. May I ask another 
 one? 
 
 Judith : Of course. 
 
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 Dodd: Contented, Judy? 
 
 Judith : Um — yes. 
 
 Dodd : Not a want in the world ? 
 
 Judith : Unfortunately no. 
 
 Dodd : Unfortunately ? 
 
 Judith : How could I have ? My husband 
 is rich and lavishes everything upon me. You 
 see how anxious he is that I should have no 
 cares, no worries. He gives me everything in 
 the world. Except (She pauses.) 
 
 Dodd : Except ? 
 
 Judith : Something to bother about, I guess. 
 
 Dodd : Hum ! Bored, Judy ? 
 
 Judith : Frightfully. 
 
 Dodd: Nothing in the social whirl? 
 
 Judith : I would rather dry up and blow 
 away than whirl like Mrs. Bradley-Stone. It 
 wouldn't be so silly, perhaps, if I had been 
 brought up in it. But to run around like a 
 squirrel in a cage and get nowhere! It's just 
 sham exercise, that's all. Once you've had the 
 whole woods to range in. 
 
 Dodd (Whimsically) : What's the woods? 
 Mere rhetoric? 
 
 Judith : Something to tackle — get your teeth 
 in — some nut to crack. 
 
 Dodd: I see. And what were these particu- 
 lar woods that you ranged, getting your teeth 
 in and cracking nuts? 
 
 Judith (Getting interested) : Father's busi- 
 ness snarls. You know everything was going to 
 pieces when you left. 
 
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 DoDD : Poor old Joe ! Surprised he kept his 
 head above water so long. 
 
 Judith : Do you know why he did ? 
 
 DoDD : Why ? 
 
 Judith : I floated him. 
 
 DoDD : You ? 
 
 Judith : You remember he was getting 
 
 feeble when you came to say goodbye (In 
 
 a constrained tone) Just after you were retired. 
 Well, I just had to help him. And I was crazy 
 to. It began with little personal matters he 
 didn't want to put in anybody else's hands. Then 
 little by little I learned the ropes. I thought I 
 saw where the leaks were and I knew I could 
 stop them. Poor old dad ! No use explaining 
 to him, I couldn't make him see it. But after- 
 wards I proved it. 
 
 DoDD : After ? 
 
 Judith : After the final smash. Then I had 
 to pitch in. Down at the office. Towards the 
 last he was willing for me to do everything. 
 And before he went he saw the way clear. Oh, 
 if he could only have lived long enough to see 
 every cent paid off ! 
 
 DoDD : It was ! 
 
 Judith : Yes. I went to see the creditors 
 one by one. I convinced them there was a fight- 
 ing chance, if they didn't force him into bank- 
 ruptcy. They hemmed and hawed and decided 
 to let me try it. 
 
 Dodd: Judy! And you did it! Really took 
 the reins yourself? 
 
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 Judith (Nodding) : At the office. And I 
 cleaned up one thing after the other. Oh, it 
 was glorious! If there's anything in the world 
 magnificent, it's showing a lot of skeptical men 
 that you are on your job. That you're good for 
 something besides taking dictation. That you've 
 got a scheme and can put it through. 
 
 DoDD : You paid all your father's debts ! 
 
 Judith : Every one. A hundred cents to the 
 dollar. And what's more — got the business on 
 its feet again. I was just going to take a flier 
 when (She pauses.) 
 
 Dodd: What? 
 
 Judith : Nicholas. 
 
 Dodd : Oh ! 
 
 Judith : And I married. 
 
 Dodd : Sold out ? 
 
 Judith : I tried to persuade him to let me 
 go on running it. At least until — other respon- 
 sibilities came. Then to let me keep a controll- 
 ing hand. But he couldn't bring himself to see 
 it. None of the Allison women had ever done 
 such a thing. I suppose he was right. At any 
 rate, the woman in me was too strong. I gave 
 up Kinglake & Company. 
 
 Dodd : And become junior partner in the Al- 
 lison firm. 
 
 Judith : Junior partner ! Uncle Harry, I be- 
 came nothing in the world but the disbursing 
 clerk — with all bills o. k'd. You know how 
 father brought me up — to handle the house 
 money, to keep my own books, hire the servants ? 
 
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 Well, when father was rich and I was a kiddie, 
 I ran his house for him — now I have a house- 
 keeper and my husband discharged the cook 
 yesterday without my knowledge. When father 
 went to pieces, I ran his office for him — made 
 ten dollars do the work of ten, knew all that 
 was going on, handled what came in and what 
 went out. Now I make all the bills I want to 
 and haven't a cent of my own. 
 
 Dodd: Not so bad as that. 
 
 Judith : Isn't it ? It just is. None of the 
 Allison women ever had an allowance. He 
 doesn't care how I make the money fly, so long 
 as it's his money. But I don't complain of that, 
 for I've never felt the need of any. Whatever 
 I want, I get it on the bill. 
 
 Dodd (Encouragingly) : Well, there's some- 
 thing in that. 
 
 Judith : Yes — something to do. You should 
 see what I buy when I'm bored stiff. It makes 
 me sick the way I spend money. Just to occupy 
 my mind. 
 
 Dodd : Why don't you join the Daughters of 
 something ? 
 
 Judith : They don't try to do anything. Ex- 
 cept to be made President. 
 
 Dodd : Philanthropy. 
 
 Judith : Nicholas signs the checks. Besides, 
 he wouldn't let me really do anything first hand. 
 
 Dodd : Reading ? Study ? 
 
 Judith : For what ? Something I couldn't 
 use. Don't you see I wasn't a business woman 
 
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 five years for nothing? I've got to have some 
 practical aim in view. 
 
 Dodd: We now come to the last thing — a 
 hobby-horse. 
 
 Judith : You dear Uncle Harry. Don't you 
 suppose I'd lassoo one in a minute if I could? 
 But Nicholas wouldn't let me harness it. None 
 of the Allison women ever did. You know very 
 well you can't do anything interesting without 
 making a business of it. Now can you? 
 
 DoDD : No, I suppose you can't. 
 
 Judith : Very well, then. There we are. 
 Nicholas thinks I've had enough of business. 
 He didn't marry me to have me go on working. 
 
 DoDD : H'm ! I shall have to smoke my pipe 
 on it. 
 
 Judith (Suddenly) : Why do you suppose 
 that woman wants to keep the men from en- 
 joying themselves in their own room ? 
 
 Dodd: My dear, she just wants to stop some- 
 thing. 
 
 Judith : But why ? 
 
 Dodd: You ought to know. For something 
 to do. 
 
 Judith : But what sense is there in that ! 
 
 Dodd: My dear, be charitable. There is a 
 sense of busy-ness. Busy-ness exhibits itself in 
 two ways : To make something where there was 
 nothing before, and to make nothing where be- 
 fore there was something. Either way gives 
 one a feeling of importance. 
 
 Judith : Well, I'm feeling very unimportant. 
 
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 Perhaps that's why I want at this moment to 
 get on that wretched little Board of Directors 
 more than anything else in the world. Silly, 
 isn't it? 
 
 DoDD : H'm ! I don't know. 
 
 Judith : You know it is. You're laughing 
 at me. A grown-up woman with so little to 
 occupy her mind as all that. To run a pipe 
 campaign ! 
 
 DoDD : Every woman's got to run something. 
 Why don't you run Nicholas? 
 
 Judith : If I could have run him I wouldn't 
 have married him. But let me tell you whom 
 you'll meet at luncheon 
 
 Nicholas (Entering at left) : My dear! 
 
 Judith: Yes? (Divining from his manner 
 he has something to say) Oh, just a minute. 
 Uncle Harry, if you insist upon going to the 
 hotel before luncheon, you'll just about have 
 time. 
 
 Dodd (Humorously, aware of the situation) : 
 H'm! Yes, certainly. (He goes up center.) 
 
 Judith (Going with him) : Goodbye. Be 
 sure you don't keep us waiting. (He goes; she 
 comes down) Yes? 
 
 Nicholas: Judith, they told me at the office 
 — I don't want you to run for the Board of Di- 
 rectors. 
 
 Judith: Oh! (Quietly, after a moment) 
 What are your reasons? 
 
 Nicholas : My reasons ? You know how I 
 dislike such things. (He waits for her to speak; 
 
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 as she does not, he continues) I was amazed to 
 find you had allowed your name to be put up. 
 Without consulting me. 
 
 Judith {As quietly) : What are your reasons 
 for thatr 
 
 Nicholas : For what ? 
 
 Judith : Expecting me to consult you. 
 
 Nicholas {With grave astonishment) : Why 
 should you not? 
 
 Judith {Smiling seriously) : Excuse me, 
 Nicholas. I asked you first. Why should I? 
 
 Nicholas : My dear, it would seem the only 
 answer I could make to a question so absurd. 
 Why should a wife consult her husband? You 
 are not reasonable. 
 
 Judith {Without sarcasm) : I am willing to 
 learn how to be. I ask you why you don't want 
 me to run, and you answer it is because you 
 don't. I ask you why you should expect me to 
 consult you, and you answer why shouldn't I. 
 We don't seem to get far on that tack, do we ? 
 
 Nicholas : But ought you not to consult my 
 preference? I prefer that you should not do 
 this thing. 
 
 Judith : If it is a mere matter of preference, 
 why should you not consult mine? 
 
 Nicholas: My dear, you have never spoken 
 like this before. My desires have up to this 
 time been sufficient. 
 
 Judith : Yes. But I've been thinking mat- 
 ters over lately. Now this seems a harmless 
 thing. And I wish to do it. 
 
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 Nicholas (Anxiously) : My dear, do not let 
 us quarrel. 
 
 Judith (Lightly) : I have no intention of 
 quarreling. 
 
 Nicholas: Then you will withdraw your 
 name? 
 
 Judith : Certainly. Do you mean to say you 
 haven't already withdrawn it? 
 
 Nicholas (Slightly embarrassed) : I told 
 them when you knew of my objections I was 
 sure you would decline. 
 
 Judith : Thank you. 
 
 Nicholas : Why do you say that ? 
 
 Judith : For giving me the opportunity to 
 do so. 
 
 Nicholas: My dear, I don't think you are 
 treating me quite fairly — in taking this tone. 
 
 Judith : Perhaps not. But I should like to 
 ask you a favor in return. 
 
 Nicholas (Relieved) : Gladly. 
 
 Judith : I should be very grateful if you 
 would always allow me to withdraw my own 
 name — in reality as well as in appearance. If 
 for instance you have discharged the cook and 
 arranged luncheon here for guests invited to 
 the house, do not allow me to learn it for the 
 first time in the presence of the guests. Particu- 
 larly Mrs. Bradley-Stone. 
 
 Nicholas: My dear, you know my only 
 thought was to save you bother. 
 
 Judith : Suppose I told you that was my 
 reason for not consulting you about the Board? 
 
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 I fear you would say that was unreasonable, too. 
 Only in that case you would be right. That was 
 not why I didn't consult you. 
 
 Nicholas (Surprised) : Then why was it? 
 
 Judith : I knew you would disapprove. 
 
 Nicholas: You knew — and put your name 
 up? 
 
 Judith : My dear Nicholas — I wonder if you 
 have any idea how many things you disapprove 
 of. I might as well be a Dresden-China shep- 
 herdess on a mantel-piece. My only vocation 
 in life is to smile and hold a crook — with a blue 
 ribbon tied on it. And one I couldn't use even 
 if attacked by a particularly violent lamb. 
 
 Nicholas (In genuine amazement) : My dear, 
 I didn't know you felt like a Dresden-China 
 shepherdess. What is it? Is there anything 
 you want? 
 
 Judith : Yes. Sheep. 
 
 Nicholas: I think I hardly understand you. 
 Tell me what you mean. I will get you any- 
 thing you want. You know, my dear, that's 
 what I married you for. 
 
 Judith : Well, I want just now to run for 
 the Board of Directors. 
 
 Nicholas: My dear, I don't think we need 
 to go into that again. I have told you my ob- 
 jections quite fully. 
 
 Judith: I forgot. So you did. 
 
 Nicholas: And I thought it was very nice 
 of you to give up the matter. 
 
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 Judith : Well, we agree on that point, Nich- 
 olas. 
 
 (Enter Miss Ewing. She is a majestic and 
 buxom lady, zvith high piled ivhite puffs 
 and a Boston air. Her looks and the severe 
 elegance of her black gown contrast oddly 
 with a fidgety nervousness of speech.) 
 
 Judith : Good morning, Miss Ewing. 
 
 Nicholas : Good morning. 
 
 Miss E. : Good morning. {Anxiously) Jes- 
 sica not here? 
 
 Judith : Wasn't she coming with you ? 
 
 Miss E. : She went out in the car this morn- 
 ing and was to go on to your house. Then I 
 got your phone and didn't know what to do. 
 
 Judith : Don't worry. They will tell her 
 
 that {With the slightest of pauses) Mr. 
 
 Allison ordered luncheon at the club. 
 
 Nicholas : Perhaps I had better go after her. 
 
 Miss E. : Oh, I couldn't think of such a 
 thing. I suppose there's really no need of anx- 
 iety. 
 
 Judith : Let's telephone over and see. And 
 then there can be no uncertainty about their 
 sending her on here. 
 
 Miss E. {Chirruping)'. Uncertainty? Didn't 
 you leave definite word ? 
 
 Judith {After waiting a moment for Nicho- 
 las to speak) : We changed our plans suddenly. 
 
 Waiter {Appearing at door left) : Beg par- 
 don, madam 
 
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 Judith : Oh, have them switch on this phone 
 at the office, please. 
 
 Waiter: Yes, madam. There are some 
 packages for you. 
 
 Judith : For me ? 
 
 Waiter : A man brought them from town by 
 special delivery. 
 
 Judith : I didn't order any packages. Why 
 did he come here? 
 
 Waiter : They told him at the house, madam. 
 
 Judith : It's all right then. Miss Ewing. 
 For a moment I couldn't think who would be 
 there. Those two Swede girls haven't any sense. 
 And the cook and my maid have been — have 
 left suddenly. Together with the butler. 
 
 Nicholas {In blank amazement) : The but- 
 ler? 
 
 Judith : Certainly. He's the maid's hus- 
 band. And the housekeeper has gone to town 
 to get in a new lot. So we were left with no 
 one over Sunday. I am so glad, Nicholas, those 
 two Swede girls have managed to get something 
 through their heads at last. They will look out 
 for Jessica. 
 
 Miss E. : What a special Providence ! If I 
 had known, I should have been positively nerv- 
 ous! 
 
 Waiter: Beg pardon, madam. The pack- 
 ages ? 
 
 Judith : Bring them in and let's see what 
 they are. 
 
 Waiter: Yes, madam. They're right here. 
 
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 (He brings in six hat boxes, three in a pile, each 
 held together by a cord — a pile in each 
 hand.) 
 
 Judith : Oh, those hats. I had forgotten 
 them. 
 
 Miss E. (Chirruping): Forgotten six hats! 
 
 Judith (To the Waiter) : Where's the re- 
 ceipt? (He hands her it.) I bought them yes- 
 terday morning. 
 
 Miss E. : Six hats in one morning ! 
 
 Judith : Yes. (She is signing the receipt) 
 A dollar, please, Nicholas. 
 
 Miss E. : What on earth for ? 
 
 Judith: For me. (Taking the dollar) Thank 
 you, Nicholas. 
 
 Miss E. : What can you want with six hats 
 all at once? 
 
 Judith : I don't really want them, I just 
 want to buy them. (She gives the waiter the 
 receipt and the dollar bill.) Give this to the 
 man, please. (He goes.) When you've abso- 
 lutely nothing to do, you can spend a gloriously 
 absorbing morning that way. There's nothing 
 that takes all your mind so. Each one of those 
 boxes was good for a full half hour by the 
 clock. 
 
 Miss E. : Well, it may be my Boston notions ! 
 But I never heard of anything more scandalous ! 
 
 Judith : Trying on gowns is another way. 
 But that hurts your feet so. 
 
 Miss E. : Isn't it scandalous, Mr. Allison? 
 
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 Nicholas (Smiling indulgently) : Why so? 
 I think it very reasonable. 
 
 Miss E. : But all that money wasted ! 
 
 Judith : Wasted ? If three golden hours of 
 something to do are not worth paying for, I 
 should like to know what is. Besides, I never 
 give over fifty dollars for a mere time-killer. 
 Anything more than that is extravagant. 
 
 Miss E. (Groaning): Oh! six times fifty — 
 six fives are thirty — three hundred dollars ! That 
 my Esquimaux women might have had! If I 
 could only interest you in philanthropy ! Why, 
 you could use up much more than three hours 
 in perfectly delightful correspondence with the 
 Board about it. They never agree with your 
 ideas and you have to explain them. And think 
 of the good you would be doing. To be the 
 harbinger of civilization to three hundred Es- 
 quimaux women. 
 
 Judith : One dollar apiece. Bibles ? 
 
 Miss E. : Not at all. You know that I have 
 serious doubts as to the suitability of the Chris- 
 tian religion for other civilizations. Each race 
 should evolve a religion of its own. By no 
 means Bibles. 
 
 Judith : What then ? 
 
 Miss E. : Petticoats. 
 
 Nicholas : Petticoats ? 
 
 Miss E. : I am credibly informed they wear 
 none at all. Dress just like the men. How can 
 one expect the race ever to become refined! 
 
 Judith : But in Turkey ladies wear trousers. 
 
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 Miss E. : And the men skirts. It doesn't 
 matter which. (Glibly) The differentiation of 
 women has always been the first step towards 
 civilization. 
 
 Nicholas (Smiling indulgently) : Well, why 
 shouldn't a race evolve a costume of its own, 
 too? 
 
 Miss E. : Certainly they should. I am the 
 last one to destroy individuality. And for that 
 reason I have designed a petticoat with racial 
 characteristics. Instead of being fur-lined — for 
 the cold, you know — the fur is on the outside, 
 and the petticoat is worn over the — the leggins. 
 (She zvhispers to Judith) Like a Union suit, 
 you know. The American representative at 
 Upernavik can get the petticoat for just one 
 dollar in our money — Judith, if you only realized 
 how many delightful hours one spends in writ- 
 ing letters ! Then one by one as the subscrip- 
 tions come in, he distributes them. You see, 
 there is nothing romantic about my scheme. It's 
 all on a business basis. Let me get one thou- 
 sand Esquimaux wives and mothers to wearing 
 my petticoats and I will guarantee a perceptible 
 growth in civilization within one generation. 
 
 Judith : Think of all the petticoats in those 
 boxes. 
 
 Miss E. : And each a stepping stone to the 
 higher life. (Suddenly) Do you suppose those 
 Swede girls could have made a mistake? 
 
 Judith : Nicholas, you might ride over and 
 see. 
 
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 Nicholas : Yes. (He starts towards center 
 
 door, taking his hat from the table.) But I'm 
 
 sure she's all right, Miss Ewing. 
 
 TMrs. Bradley-Stone enters at door left, fol- 
 
 lowed by Sam, her husband. He is a lean, 
 
 taciturn, sporty-looking man, who stalks 
 
 around gloomily and is as frugal with his 
 
 actions as with his words; tremendously 
 
 bored and constantly disgusted at his wife's 
 
 slightly veiled insolence.) 
 
 Mrs. B. {Calling gaily) : Where is our host 
 skipping to? 
 
 Nicholas: Just down the road a minute. 
 
 Sam {Calling after) : I'll go with you. 
 
 Mrs. B. : No you won't. You'll stay here 
 and have a nice little chat with Miss Ewing. 
 Miss Ewing, my husband. Such as he is. 
 
 Miss E. {Holding out her hand) : How do 
 you do? 
 
 Mrs. B. {As Sam bows and takes her hand, 
 she speaks of him as she woidd a lap dog) : 
 He's such a nice little chatter, Miss Ewing. 
 Aren't you, Sam? Yes, he says he is. Didn't 
 you hear him say he was a nice little chatter? 
 
 Sam {Tightening his lips in an ugly manner) : 
 Aw, cut it out! 
 {He goes and sits at the table center.) 
 
 Mrs. B. : For Heaven's sake, what are all 
 those boxes? {Eagerly) Place-cards for lunch- 
 eon? 
 
 Judith : Petticoats. No, I mean hats. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Hats! Yours? 
 
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 Judith : Yes. 
 
 Mrs. B. (To Sam) : Mr. Allison knows how 
 to treat a lady. And I haven't a decent hat to 
 my head. What do you want with all those 
 when you go out so little ? 
 
 Judith (Sweetly) : So that I won't have to 
 wear one twice. 
 
 Mrs. B. (Somewhat taken aback) : Sam, don't 
 tell me I'm extravagant again. (By this time 
 she has thought up a rejoinder.) Going out so 
 much, I couldn't think of such a thing. But six 
 will last you through the spring, won't they? 
 
 Judith (Sweetly) : The fall styles will be 
 in shortly. These are all summer ones. Would 
 you like to see them ? 
 
 Mrs. B. (Divided hettveen desire to see them 
 and annoyance at Judith) : Will there be time 
 before luncheon? 
 
 Judith : Yes, we're waiting for Jessica. 
 
 Mrs. B. : And besides, the last time I lunched 
 at the club we had to wait an hour. Don't you 
 remember, Sam ? You said there wasn't a thing 
 on the table fit to eat. 
 
 Sam (Disgusted) : Aw, cut it out! 
 
 Miss E. : Where do you suppose Jessica is ? 
 
 Judith : Let's open the hats. 
 (She takes the cord oif of one pile of boxes.) 
 
 Miss E. : Judith, I have no heart for hats 
 when I think of your extravagance. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Well, I have. 
 
 Judith (Pitching her one of the boxes) : Try 
 this. 
 
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 Miss E. {As the box Hies through the air) : 
 Oh ! how can you handle a hat in that way ! 
 
 Judith : Here's another. 
 (She pitches one at Miss Ewing, who instinc- 
 tively catches it.) 
 
 Miss E. : Judith ! You might have ruined it. 
 I heard a rattle. 
 (She shakes the box cautiously.) 
 
 Mrs. B. (She has opened hers and thrown the 
 tissue paper on the Hoor, and is now surveying 
 the hat in her hand) : Judith ! You could never 
 wear this in the world. It takes color. 
 
 Judith (Who has opened the third box) : 
 How do you like this? 
 
 Mrs. B. : Well, at least that's less trying. 
 Let me see it. 
 
 (She sticks her hat on the post of a chair and 
 takes Judith's.) 
 
 Miss E. (Who has not been able to restrain 
 her curiosity and has finally opened hers) : 
 What a dream ! 
 
 Judith : Sixty petticoats in that. 
 
 Miss E. (Enthusiastically) : It's worth every 
 cent of it. (Checking herself) I mean these 
 materials are frightfully expensive. 
 
 Mrs. B. (Turning and looking at it, takes it 
 from Miss E.) : Now, that's really a peach. 
 That is, for my style. But I don't see what pos- 
 sessed you to buy it. 
 
 Judith (Sweetly) : Yes, looks like a race 
 track, doesn't it ? Come on, let's open the others. 
 {She slips the cord on the second pile and shoves 
 
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 the tipper boxes off on the floor. The ladies 
 hang their hats on the chair posts and run to her. 
 The three kneel before the boxes and take out 
 the hats, throzuing the papers around. The floor 
 is by this time covered zvith boxes, box-tops, and 
 paper. They hold the hats critically before them.) 
 This one I really like. 
 
 (Mrs. Bradley-Stone rises, goes to the hat she 
 
 has admired and compares it critically with 
 
 the one in her hand. Hangs the second one 
 
 on the chair post and keeps the other — the 
 
 one that cost sixty dollars. The other two 
 
 ladies are going through the same process 
 
 of selection, keeping up all of them a little 
 
 buzz of comment.) 
 
 Mrs. B. : This brim flares too much for you, 
 
 Judith. What in the world made you get it? 
 
 You'll look like a pill in a pill box. 
 
 Judith (Noticing her covetous tone) : Yes, I 
 suppose so. I can't wear that sort of thing, but 
 I simply couldn't resist. 
 
 Mrs. B. (Lingeringly) : It needs more style 
 than you have to carry it off. 
 Judith : Try it on. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Yes, I think it would just suit me. 
 (Sam, zvho has been sitting immovable through 
 all this litter in absolute disgust, has taken 
 out his pipe, filled it, and reached for a 
 match. He now gives a grunt. She looks 
 at him and sees his pipe. ) Sam ! 
 Sam: What? 
 
 Mrs. B. : Don't you know where you are ! 
 
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 Sam : Oh, the pipe. (After measuring her 
 for a moment, he puts the pipe in his pocket and 
 surveys the scene.) Bully men's room, this! 
 
 Mrs. B. : You don't mind if I try it on, dear? 
 
 Judith : Not at all. 
 
 Mrs. B. (Looking around the room) : I don't 
 see why there isn't a glass in here. Sam, there's 
 a glass in the ladies' room on the mantel. 
 
 Sam : I can't go in there ! 
 
 Mrs. B. : We'll let you now. There's nobody 
 there. Go on. (Sam gets up and, kicking the 
 papers out of his lijay savagely, exits left.) I'll 
 have a glass put in here when I'm on the Board. 
 (As she fakes off her ozvn hat, she suddenly eyes 
 Judith slantwise.) Too bad, Judith, your hus- 
 band won't let you run. 
 
 Judith (Quietly) : How did you know? 
 
 Mrs. B. : I was at the office when he found 
 out. 
 
 Judith : I see. 
 
 Sam (Coming in, carrying the mirror) : Here! 
 
 Mrs. B. : Now hold it for me. (She puts on 
 the hat.) There's a good boy. So glad to do 
 anything for his wifey, aren't you, dear? Yes, 
 he says he is. Don't you hear him say he's so 
 glad to do anything for his wifey ? 
 
 Sam : Aw, cut it out ! 
 
 Mrs. B. : Higher. (Admiring herself) Ju- 
 dith, you might have bought this for me. It just 
 hits me off, doesn't it, Miss Ewing? 
 
 Miss E. (Who has put both of her hats in 
 their boxes but without their papers, and the 
 
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 boxes one on top of the other by the wall left, 
 now comes to Mrs. B., and circles the hat criti- 
 cally) : Yes. But you need more hair, don't 
 you think ? 
 
 Mrs. B. : Of course, a few more puffs. How 
 much will you take for it, Judith ? 
 
 Judith : I don't want to sell it. As you say, 
 it's rather loud for me; but I can wear it once 
 or twice. 
 
 Miss E. : Once or twice ! Sixty dollars ! 
 
 Mrs. B. : You got your leg pulled. I'll give 
 you fifty for it. 
 
 Miss E. {Warmly): It's worth every cent. 
 Look at that lace. 
 
 Mrs. B. : But she'd be a pill in it. You'll 
 give her fifty, won't you, Sam ? 
 
 Sam : If you want to buy it, use your own 
 money. 
 
 Mrs. B. : But, Sam, I'm on next month's al- 
 lowance now. 
 
 Miss E. : Why, today's the first ! 
 
 Sam : That's your lookout. I give you your 
 money every month to do what you choose with. 
 You never ask your husband for more than 
 your allowance, do you, Mrs. Allison? 
 
 Judith: No. (Bm^/^^) Mrs. Bradley-Stone, 
 if you want the hat you can have it for what it 
 cost me. Sixty dollars. 
 
 Mrs. B. : But it's second-hand now. And I 
 should have to pay for altering it a bit. {Impa- 
 tiently) Hold up the glass, Sam. How do you 
 like me in it? 
 
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 Sam (Without enthusiasm) : Rotten. 
 
 Mrs. B. (To Judith) : What do you say? 
 
 Judith : Sixty or nothing. Cash down. 
 
 Mrs. B. (Scrutinising herself once more) : 
 Well, you are a Jew. 
 
 Sam : Put up or shut up. I ain't a mantel- 
 piece. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Well, Sam, advance me the money, 
 dear. 
 
 Sam : Not by a jugfull. I paid you your 
 money this morning, what was left of it. 
 (He goes out with the glass.) 
 
 Mrs. B. (Opening her bag and taking out a 
 roll of bills) : You are two Jews together. 
 (Counting out sixty) Well, here you are. You 
 must feel as if you were in business again — driv- 
 ing such a sharp bargain. 
 
 Judith : Yes, I do. It's a fine feeling — 
 handling your own money. 
 
 Miss E. : Oughtn't Mr. Allison to be back? 
 I'm positive Jessica didn't go to the house and 
 he's looking for her. (To Sam as he enters) 
 Mr. Bradley-Stone, I wish you'd take your car 
 and see. 
 
 Sam (With alacrity) : All right. 
 
 Mrs. B. : What are you so anxious to go for? 
 I guess I'll go with you. 
 
 Sam : Huh ! How'll I know her ? 
 
 Miss E. : She's in the Browns' car. We're 
 visiting them. 
 
 Mrs. B. : You're glad to take a little spin 
 
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 with wifey before luncheon, aren't you, dear? 
 
 Yes, he says he is. Don't 
 
 Sam (Interrupting, to Miss E.) : Better 
 come too. 
 
 Judith : Why not ? You're a bit nervous. 
 It will give you something to do. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Might as well take my hat along 
 and leave it at the office. Sam, bring the hat- 
 box. (Picking out the best box) That one. 
 (He gets the bottom and top of the box and 
 starts grumpily by door left.) 
 Miss E. : I guess if you don't mind, I zvill 
 go with you. 
 
 Mrs. B. (At the door, sweetly) : And what 
 time may we expect luncheon, dear? 
 
 Judith : Be back, all of you, at one o'clock. 
 (Looking at her watch) Just a half hour. (They 
 go. Alone, she puts up her watch and after a 
 moment laughs.) A nice party Nicholas is hav- 
 ing ! (She puts back one of the hats in the box. 
 Then another. Discontentedly she fli7igs in the 
 third as if she were pitching a quoit.) Sixty 
 dollars! (She takes the money out of her 
 bag to look at it. She puts it back and shuts the 
 bag zvith a snap.) From her allowance! 
 (With a crunch she scoops up the papers from 
 the floor and stuffs them in one of the boxes 
 and slaps the boxes down one on top of the 
 other in the pile which Miss Ewing has 
 started. She goes to the table, and, taking 
 up the newspaper Dodd has been reading, 
 sits and looks at it. After a moment she 
 
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 throws it down impatiently, gets up, and 
 with another thought, starts to the phone, 
 takes off the receiver and is about to speak. 
 But she puts it hack again and goes to door 
 left instead. 
 Past the window come two figures, a man and a 
 girl, and as Judith stands at the archway 
 left, they get to the door. The girl is some- 
 what disheveled and her duster is torn; and 
 she is leaning heavily on his arm, which 
 supports her around the waist. She is a 
 prettyish girl of tzuenty, dressed in a care- 
 fully cultivated but somewhat bizarre per- 
 sonal style. This latter is not without war- 
 rant, for, although boyishly slender, her 
 figure possesses both in movement and in 
 repose an allurement which is none the less 
 genuine for being self-consciously height- 
 ened. At present she has sunk with volup- 
 tuous abandonment into the arm which sup- 
 ports her, and is leaning against the mans 
 body, her head — in its round automobile 
 straw-bonnet — upon his shoulder in an atti- 
 tude which suggests at once that she is 
 making the most of an opportunity and that 
 she is not much hurt. This the man seems 
 aware of. He is about thirty years of age ; 
 good-looking zvith, when he speaks, an ex- 
 pansive smile. This — for all his Irish face 
 and blue eyes — has a Hashing radiance that 
 is Italian in its penetrating brightness. His 
 complexion, too, is of a warm reddish brown, 
 
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 suggesting an Italian parent. His ample 
 mouth has an expression of mingled bru- 
 tality and tenderness. He is dressed in a 
 suit of shepherd's plaid with yellow negli- 
 gee shirt and shoes; and out of his breast 
 pocket protrudes carefully the corner of a 
 lavender handkerchief zvhich matches his 
 tie and socks. His get-up, though conspicu- 
 ously that of a better class commercial trav- 
 eler, shozvs signs of native taste, and even 
 in its loud key, is not unattractive. His voice 
 and manner are sufficiently prefigured by his 
 appearance — both are loud, hearty, aggres- 
 sive and frank. He is a distinctly engaging 
 specimen of a successful second generation 
 immigrant ; and, though both ladies are of 
 a much higher type than any with whom he 
 has ever been in intimate contact before, he 
 shows neither awkwardness nor constraint. 
 The girl whose eyes have been closed opens 
 them as she gets in the doorway. ) 
 Judith {Turning and seeing them): Oh! 
 {Running to her) Jessica ! 
 
 Jessica {Limply, holding out her hand) : Fm 
 all right. 
 
 Judith {Taking her arm and supporting her 
 down to the center of stage, together ivith the 
 man who limps slightly) : Are you hurt? Jessica! 
 Jessica {Smiling zvith gentle pathos) : Pretty 
 — well — shaken — up. {She pidls herself to- 
 gether cautiously. The moment the man is lib' 
 crated he leans heainly on the back of the wicker 
 
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 armchair near which they stop, and raises his 
 right foot from the ground.) 
 
 Judith: But you're all right? Nothing 
 broken ? 
 
 The Man {Cheerily) : Oh, she's all O. K. 
 She just caved in as we got out of the car. 
 
 Judith : The car ? Where ? 
 
 The Man : Just outside. Down in the road. 
 
 Judith {Indicating Jessica's torn duster) : 
 But there was an accident?. 
 
 The Man {Grinning) : Well, if you'd seen 
 my car! 
 
 Judith : Which car ? 
 
 The Man : Mine. Smashed to smithereens. 
 
 Judith : But Jessica ? 
 
 The Man : Oh, she was all right. We came 
 back in hers. She was fine and dandy till we 
 started to get out. Then all of a sudden she 
 slumped. 
 
 Jessica {Fearing her share of the accident is 
 being lightly dismissed) : The thought of it all 
 overpowered me. He might have killed himself 
 to save me ! 
 
 The Man {With pleasant derision) : Fudge! 
 Had to get out of the way, didn't I? And I 
 didn't have time to see anybody. So you didn't 
 cut any ice. 
 
 Jessica {A trifle dampened) : But I would 
 have if you'd seen me. It's just the same. 
 
 The Man : Oh, well, I'd have smashed just 
 the same. And it saved your car. 
 
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 Judith : Perhaps you'd better tell me about 
 it later. Better go and lie down now. 
 
 Jessica {Emotionally) : No, it's just the nerv- 
 ous reaction. It quiets me to tell about it. You 
 see, something gave out in the car. 
 
 Judith : Which car ? 
 
 Jessica: My car. The Browns' car. -And 
 we got stuck in the road just where there was 
 a curve. The man was out seeing what was the 
 matter. When suddenly around the curve came 
 a toot, and then another car. The man — my 
 man — heard the toot and jumped just in time. 
 Jumped and left me there. And the other car, 
 his car — oh ! 
 
 The Man : I found the stone wall all right. 
 
 Jessica : Yes ! Rather than run me down — a 
 helpless woman sitting in a dead car — without 
 a second's hesitation he swerved to the left and 
 smashed madly against the stone wall. Such 
 a smash ! I shall never forget it ! And as he 
 smashed he jumped. Oh, it was heroic ! Thank 
 you, Mr. {She seizes his hand dramat- 
 ically. ) 
 
 The Man {Perfectly at ease hut amused) : 
 Don't mention it. You see, aiming for the wall 
 gave me a longer time to jump. Martini's my 
 name. {He takes from his pocket a book of 
 business cards such as drummers use and tears 
 off one, and hands it across to Judith.) 
 
 Judith {Reading) : Barney Martini. 
 
 Barney {Nodding) : Real estate. 
 
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 Judith : But I don't understand. How did 
 you get back? 
 
 Barney : We left the chauffure to see that no- 
 body ran away with the junk and came back in 
 the other one. 
 
 Jessica : Yes. Mr. Martini was in a hurry. 
 Said he couldn't stop a moment. But in spite 
 of it, when I was overcome at the vivid recol- 
 lection of it all — he helped me into the club so 
 gently. 
 
 Miss E. (Bustling in) : My child, Jessica! (To 
 Judith) I had a premonition that stopped me 
 just as Mr. Bradley-Stone took me by the arm. 
 Oh, my child, I knew something was the matter. 
 Are you hurt ? 
 
 Jessica (Limply, with a return to her gentle 
 pathetic smile) : Pretty — well — shaken — up. 
 
 Miss E. : I'm sure you have an internal shock. 
 You are so high-strung. Come at once and lie 
 down. 
 
 Judith : Yes, perhaps you'd better. 
 
 Jessica (Allowing herself to he drawn away 
 by Miss E.) : But I shall see you again? You 
 will not go? Perhaps Mrs. Allison will ask you 
 to — I mean — I must have a chance to thank you 
 properly. And there's your car, you know. You 
 smashed it to save my life. 
 
 BARNEiY : Just the front of it, that's all right. 
 
 Jessica : But we must pay for it. 
 
 Miss E. (Chirruping suddenly) : Pay for it? 
 
 Jessica: Yes, he smashed it for me. 
 
 Miss E. (Briskly) : You must not agitate 
 
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 yourself, dear. You are getting hysterical al- 
 ready. Come, lie down at once. {She hustles 
 her out.) 
 
 Jessica (Calling as she goes) : Keep him, 
 please, Mrs. Allison. 
 
 Judith : I don't know how we're ever to thank 
 you, Mr. Martini. 
 
 Barney: That's all right. (Looking at his 
 watch) I guess I've got to beat it. I've got a 
 date. 
 
 Judith : But how shall we see you again? 
 
 Barney : You've got my business address. 
 
 Judith : But can't we do something now ? 
 Send for your car, for instance. 
 
 Barney: Well, say, guess that chauffure's 
 getting homesick. You might just put it in 
 cold storage till I can look it over. Excuse me 
 now, I've got to beat it. Give my regards to 
 the young lady ? Ain't it funny how she slumped ? 
 Glad to have the pleasure of meeting you. (Shak- 
 ing hands cordially) And hope to have the 
 honor again. Excuse my hasty skipping, won't 
 you? (He starts to go, wxilks about two steps, 
 and slumps over into wicker chair) Oh ! (Sitting, 
 he throws his head back and quietly faints.) 
 
 Judith: Mr. Martini! (She runs to him) 
 He's fainted. (She strikes the bell on the near- 
 est table, runs to the screen door, opens it and 
 puts a chair against it. Corning back, she 
 quickly undoes his tie and unbuttons his collar. 
 The waiter comes to the door.) Some whisky. 
 And ice water. 
 
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 The Waiter: Yes, madam. (He goes has- 
 tily.) 
 
 Judith (She looks around the room, spies the 
 newspaper and uses it as a fan. She fans him 
 with regular unhurried sweeps until the waiter 
 returns. He has a glass of whisky and one of 
 water. She takes the whisky, dips her handker- 
 chief into it, and moistens Barney's lips) : Wet 
 a cloth and put it on his forehead. 
 
 The Waiter: Yes, madam. (He starts for 
 the cloth.) 
 
 Judith (Pulling the handkerchief from Bar- 
 ney's breast pocket): Take this! (The waiter 
 wets it from the glass of ice water while she 
 keeps on moistening his lips. Having folded it 
 into a bandage, he is about to place it on Bar- 
 ney's forehead, when some slight stir on Bar- 
 ney's face is noticed by Judith) Ah ! 
 
 Barney (Opening his eyes) : What's the mat- 
 ter? 
 
 Judith (Handing him the whisky) : You 
 fainted. Take this. 
 
 Barney (Takes it and drinks it down. The 
 waiter takes the glass from him) : I — what — ? 
 
 Judith : Fainted. 
 
 Barney (In feeble disgust) : Well, what do 
 you know about that? 
 
 Judith (To the waiter) : All right. 
 
 The Waiter : Yes, madam. (He goes.) 
 
 Barney (Anxiously) : How long was I in it? 
 
 Judith (Smiling) : Not so long. 
 
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 Barney {With decision) : I got to go. (He 
 half rises and sits again) Oh! 
 
 Judith : Where are you hurt ? 
 
 Barney : My ankle. 
 
 Judith : Here. (She brings a chair) Put it 
 up. (He does so) And all that time you had 
 your weight on it ! 
 
 Barney (Grinning) : And hers. She ain't 
 the bantam she looks, either. 
 
 Judith : I wonder you didn't faint before. 
 
 Barney (Taking down his foot) : Say, I got 
 to go! 
 
 Judith (Knowing that he cant) : Well, 
 stand up and see. 
 
 Barney (Rising, sits immediately) : Holy 
 mackerel ! 
 
 Judith : You see, the blood rushes down. 
 Put it up. 
 
 Barney (Putting it up) : Say, a thing like 
 that can play ball with you, can't it? 
 
 Judith (Nodding) : We've got to send for a 
 doctor at once and get it bandaged. 
 
 Barney : Nix on that. Pm going if I crawl. 
 
 Judith: Is it anything I can do? 
 
 Barney (Doggedly, looking at his watch) : 
 If I ain't there by one o'clock I lose out. 
 
 Judith : Where ? 
 
 Barney: Mike Hawley's saloon. Where the 
 road goes down to the marshes. About three 
 miles from here. 
 
 Judith : You couldn't do it now even if you 
 had two feet. Can't you telephone? 
 
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 Barney: Sure, if I can get to one. 
 
 Judith : Here. (She pulls over the little 
 table with the phone. But the wire is too short 
 by ten feet to reach him.) 
 
 Barney : That's easy. {He rises as she gets 
 to the back of the chair to push it over. He in- 
 advertently steps on his foot again and wincing 
 with the pain sits. ) Gee ! I haven't time to go 
 flopping again. 
 
 Judith : Can't I do it ? {She runs back to the 
 table. ) 
 
 Barney: Sure. {He looks at her eagerly 
 with a frank smile.) Say, don't get mussy now 
 if I ask you something. Can you keep your 
 mouth shut? 
 
 Judith : Yes. 
 
 Barney {Approvingly) : Guess you can. And 
 I'd trust you, anyway. I wouldn't trust the 
 other one around the corner. She's on the 
 q. t. all right, but she'd always be playing tag 
 with you. 
 
 Judith : What shall I say ? 
 
 Barney : Call up Main 320 Party J. {Doubt- 
 fully) Wait a minute. {He decides) All right. 
 
 Judith {In phone) : Main 320, Party J. 
 
 Barney {Noticing his tie and collar) Say, 
 how did that happen? 
 
 Judith : I did it when you fainted. 
 
 Barney {Much pleased, but feeling foolish) : 
 Go on! {He begins to fix them.) 
 
 Judith : Hello ! 
 
 Barney : Say you want to speak to Mike. 
 
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 Judith : Hello, I want to speak to Mr. Haw- 
 ley. (To Barney) He says he's Mike. 
 
 Barney: Ask him if Bud Wheeler's there to 
 have him come to the phone. 
 
 Judith : If Bud Wheeler is there, have him 
 come to the phone, please. (Hastily) Oh! He 
 says Bud's just out and he can't be running 
 round after him all day. (In the phone) Just 
 a minute, please. 
 
 Barney: He thinks you're Central. Jolly 
 him up a bit. 
 
 Judith : How ? 
 
 Barney: Say you're a friend of his and you 
 always thought he knew how to treat a lady. 
 
 Judith (In the phone) : Is that the way you 
 treat a friend of yours? I thought you would 
 do anything for a lady, (A little hastily) Oh, 
 thank you, but I'm in a hurry now. If you go 
 get him, I'll speak to you afterwards. 
 
 Barney (Admiringly) : Say, you'll get by all 
 right. 
 
 Judith : He's gone outside for him. 
 
 Barney : That's the stuff. I was scared stiff 
 Wheeler wouldn't wait. Tell him I'm tied up 
 here and can't get down. Say if he's in the 
 same mind he was this morning, I'll get the 
 hundred to him in half an hour. Don't tell him 
 who you are. 
 
 Judith (Soberly) : I won't. 
 
 Barney : He's one of those suspicious ones. 
 If he knew who you were it might start him 
 thinking. 
 
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 Judith : Hello ! Yes, Fm talking for Mr. 
 Martini. He's had an accident. Yes, in his car 
 and can't come. He says if you're in the same 
 mind he will get the hundred to you in half an 
 hour. What? (To Barney, covering the re- 
 ceiver with her hand) He says he won't wait 
 longer than half an hour as he can go to the 
 other fellow. And he says you must make it 
 one-fifty. 
 
 Barney {Excitedly) : I'll be damned if I 
 will! {He half rises and sinks again with pain.) 
 
 Judith : Mr. Martini says he won't consider 
 it at all. Yes, he is right here in the room. 
 What? Well, I'm his nurse. 
 
 Barney {Chuckling) : Good. {Grumbling) 
 I'll see him further first. One-fifty on a mere 
 chance ! 
 
 Judith {To Barney) : He says it's one-fifty 
 or it's all off. 
 
 Barney {Hotly) : He does! {He takes up the 
 zvet handkerchief bandage which the waiter has 
 left on the arm of the chair and wrings a few 
 drops of water out of it viciously) Gee ! if I 
 could only get at him ! I'm giving him the hun- 
 dred as it is. Tell him he stands to lose a thou- 
 sand on the offer. 
 
 Judith {In the phone, getting more and more 
 interested) : Very well, if you're willing to lose 
 a thousand for the sake of the extra fifty. Mr. 
 Martini says there's another man ready to talk 
 business with him, and his offer suits him as 
 
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 well as yours. Shall I tell him that's your last 
 word? 
 
 Barney: Stop! don't say that. Leave us a 
 chance to crawl. Oh! {He slaps his hand vio- 
 lently with the handkerchief.) 
 
 Judith : Hold the wire. I've got to attend 
 to my patient. One of his bandages is loose. 
 {She puts down the receiver.) 
 
 Barney {In amazement) : What's that for? 
 
 Judith {Vitally alive) : Quick! If I'm to 
 land him I've got to know something about this 
 man. Who is he and what's the deal? 
 
 Barney: He's had an offer of two thousand 
 for some marsh land. I don't know whether I 
 want it, or not, but it's a pretty shrewd firm. I 
 offered him one hundred bonus down for a six 
 months' option at three thousand. 
 
 Judith : What sort of man is he ? 
 
 Barney : A pig-headed fool ! 
 
 Judith {Impatiently): Yes, yes! I mean is 
 he used to ready money ? 
 
 Barney : Never had a hundred at a whack 
 in all his life. 
 
 Judith : Many business dealings ? 
 
 Barney : Credit at the grocery. 
 
 Judith : Will the other man pay him cash 
 down? 
 
 Barney : A hayseed like that ? Give him an 
 installment and tie him up with paper. 
 
 Judith : I see. {After a moment of specula- 
 tion she goes to the phone) Hello, this Mr. 
 Wheeler? Now, Mr. Wheeler, I can't have my 
 
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 patient bothered any more. He's feverish and 
 likely to get worse. We must settle this right 
 now. As I see it, you get a hundred dollars* 
 bonus, cash right in your hand and clear profit. 
 If Mr. Martini finds the property can't be de- 
 veloped, you're just that much in. And you've 
 still got your chance with the other man. That 
 is, of course, if he really means business now, 
 and isn't just going to tie you up and make you 
 lose this offer to no purpose. It's nothing to 
 me, only I can't have my patient bothered any 
 longer. Will you take a doubtful sale for two 
 thousand now and wait till you get in? Or 
 three thousand in six months at the latest and 
 one hundred dollars clear bonus in your hand 
 to seal the bargain? (She waits) Very well. 
 You stay where you are and he'll send somebody 
 down at once. (She hangs up the receiver 
 quickly and rises with sparkling eyes) He'll 
 take it. 
 
 Barney: Gee, you're a winner! 
 
 Judith (Walking around in excitement) : 
 Now we must send at once before he weakens. 
 
 Barney : Sure. (He hesitates a moment and 
 then grins frankly) I owe you just fifty plunks 
 for that. Can you lend it to me till I get to 
 town? 
 
 Judith : What ? 
 
 Barney: Honest, I ain't got but fifty in my 
 jeans. I didn't expect he'd bite so soon. That's 
 the reason I left him this morning — to raise it at 
 the hotel. No trouble getting it on that. (He 
 
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 takes off his large gold watch and massive 
 chain. ) 
 
 Judith : Perhaps not. But we can't waste 
 the time. Here you are. (She takes out fifty 
 dollars from her bag and gives it to him.) 
 
 Barney (Putting his fifty with it) : Co-rect. 
 
 Judith : Now you've got to write out some- 
 thing for him to sign. 
 
 Barney (Taking a paper from his pocket) : 
 Always go armed. (Rising) Do you think I 
 can do it? 
 
 Judith : Certainly not. 
 
 Barney: Who'll we get to go? 
 
 Judith : I was thinking. 
 
 Barney (Cunningly) : Got to be somebody 
 who can talk him over in case he's weakened. 
 Be a pity to lose all that fine work of yours. 
 
 Judith (Calculating) : Half an hour would 
 do it. No one here yet. (To him) I'll go. 
 
 Barney : Say, you're a corker. 
 
 Judith (In excitement) : Give them to me. 
 (He gives her the paper, the money, and the 
 zvatch and chain) I don't want this. 
 
 Barney : Sure. I'm hocking it. 
 
 Judith (Holding it out to him) : Take it. 
 
 Barney (Putting his hands in his pockets) : 
 If you don't, the deal's off. We haven't any 
 time to waste. 
 
 Judith : All right. (She sweeps the money, 
 the paper and the watch into her bag.) 
 
 Barney: Don't forget the witness. 
 
 Judith : I'll get my friend Mike. 
 
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 The Waiter (Appearing at door) : Lunch 
 is served, madam. 
 
 Judith : We must wait until Mr. Allison and 
 the others come. Tell Miss Ewing this gentle- 
 man will explain. And put on another plate. 
 
 The Waiter: Yes, madam. (He goes.) 
 
 Judith : Tell her to ring up the doctor at 
 once. I've gone to deliver a message for you. 
 And don't get mussy if I ask you something — 
 can you keep your mouth shut? 
 
 Barney (With a grin) : Sure. 
 
 Judith (Hurrying out center door as the 
 curtain falls) : Good-by ! 
 
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ACT TWO 
 
ACT II. 
 
 (A month later. The scene is the living room 
 at the Allisons'. A large and handsome 
 room into which — in the back at the left — 
 a circular flight of steps comes down. Un- 
 der the curve of the stairway is the main 
 door of the house. At the bottom into the 
 curve of the steps is set a semi-circular 
 bench made to fit it. The stairs and the 
 hallway into which they come project out- 
 ward from the main part of the room. This 
 is lighted by two windows in the back wall 
 and by a third one in the wall at the right. 
 All of these open on the large piazza which 
 surrounds the house. In the left wall be- 
 low the stairway is a door and lower still, 
 next to the audience, a fireplace with pro- 
 jecting chimney breast. Well to right cen- 
 ter is a table. The chairs and other fur- 
 nishings are handsome and substantial ; 
 and while partly of a summer type, are a 
 cross between those of a country and those 
 of a city house. 
 
 Miss Ewing, Jessica, and Dodd are discovered. 
 Miss Ewing is at the table, on which lie 
 open several pamphlets and paper-backed 
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 reports, together zvith an open box of wa- 
 ter-colors. From the latter she is, zvith 
 constant reference to the pamphlets, apply- 
 ing little dots of color to a large white map 
 of India, on an easel to her right. Jessica 
 is embroidering in a chair left front. Dodd 
 is seated above and to the left side of the 
 table reading the newspaper. The windows 
 and door are open to a Jidy afternoon.) 
 Miss E. {Reading from a pamphlet on the 
 table over which she is bending) : The Presby- 
 terian Mission at Delhi. (Turning to map) 
 Where is Delhi ? Oh, here. What color are the 
 Presbyterians? Oh, yes, burnt sienna. {She 
 dots Delhi with her brush.) 
 
 Jessica : Aunt, you have some green paint at 
 the corner of your mouth. 
 
 Miss E. : It's only water color. 
 Jessica : But it's not in the least becoming*. 
 Is it, Colonel? {Dodd looks up from his paper) 
 The paint ? 
 
 Miss E. {Siniling zvith superior understand- 
 ing at him) : You don't mind, do you, Colonel? 
 Dodd: I rather like a patch of brown paint 
 on the lips. Especially in the service of human- 
 ity. (Getting up and looking at her zi^ork)' 
 That's a splendid map of India. No silly shad- 
 ings. 
 
 Miss E. : I had it made to order, cost twenty- 
 five dollars. 
 
 Dodd: Rather steep. 
 
 Miss E. : Not when you know. I'm dotting 
 
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 it with all the foreign missions in India, each in 
 its different color. So that I may see at a glance 
 what foundation I have to work upon. 
 
 Dodd: But I thought you didn't believe in 
 foreign missions. 
 
 Miss E. : They collect excellent statistics of 
 matters the natives wish to conceal. 
 
 Dodd: But I thought they didn't wish to con- 
 ceal enough. The Esquimaux ladies, I mean. 
 
 Jessica: Oh, the petticoats. That's ancient 
 history now. Isn't it, Aunt? 
 
 Dodd : Dear me ! what happened ? 
 
 Jessica: Nothing, they wouldn't wear them. 
 
 Miss E. : On occount of racial prejudice I 
 was forced to leave the Esquimaux to the slower 
 process of evolution. 
 
 Dodd : Dear me ! Think of the American 
 missionary with all those petticoats on his hands ! 
 And what is this project? 
 
 Miss E. : Suttee. 
 
 Jessica : Widows burning themselves over 
 their husbands' bodies, you know. 
 
 Miss E. : Both the natives and the govern- 
 ment claim the awful practice is stamped out. 
 But I am credibly informed it still persists se- 
 cretly. 
 
 Dodd : And the missions ? 
 
 Miss E. : They ferret out all that's going on, 
 you know. I shall write each one separately 
 and put all the evidence together. Then I shall 
 have a scientific basis to work upon. You see 
 now this map is well worth the money. 
 
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 Dodd: Quite so. And after you get the infor- 
 mation, how will you proceed? To keep the 
 widows from wishing to make bonfires of them- 
 selves. 
 
 Miss E. Oh, Colonel, how can you speak so 
 lightly ? 
 
 Jessica : Aunt, you are making a pun. 
 
 Miss E. {Indignantly) : I am not ! (Seeing 
 it) Oh ! go on with your frivolous embroidery. 
 
 Jessica (To Dodd as he goes over and stands 
 by her) : A centerpiece for the dinner table. 
 (She holds it under his chin.) Don't you think 
 it will be of service to mankind? And it's pret- 
 tier than a messy map of Indian missions. 
 
 Dodd : Anything which keeps people busy is 
 beautiful. Especially when it's pretty. 
 
 Miss E. : But when you can advance civiliza- 
 tion, to take up with trifles ! Methodist mission 
 at Chunderabbadad. Methodists are vermilion. 
 (About to dot the map) Oh, there's a fly! 
 (She sticks the brush crosswise in her mouth 
 and folding the Colonel's newspaper into a bat 
 pursues the fly cautiously) It's the duty of 
 every citizen to kill flies. Their feet are full of 
 typhoid germs. 
 
 Jessica : Would you make red or yellow 
 stems, Colonel? 
 
 Dodd: Why not green? 
 
 Jessica : Green stems are so ordinary. 
 
 Dodd: Split the difference then. Try brown. 
 (He picks up a skein of silk.) 
 
 Jessica: That's red! 
 
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 DoDD (Dropping it suddenly) : Oh ! so it is. 
 
 Jessica: Why, you are color-blind! 
 
 DoDD (After a moment in a queer voice) : 
 Dear me ! yes. (He goes to his seat and begins 
 reading the paper.) 
 
 Jessica: Isn't it interesting, Aunt? The 
 Colonel is color-blind. 
 
 Miss E. (Absently, still pursuing the fly) : 
 What a pity, what a pity! (To Dodd as she 
 stealthily darts towards him) Just a moment, 
 Colonel. He's on you. (Slapping it in triumph) 
 There ! Excuse me. 
 
 Dodd : Not at all. I'm in the business myself. 
 
 Miss E. : You kill flies, too ? 
 
 Dodd: Yes, that is my principal occupation in 
 life. 
 
 Miss E. (Apologetically) : And I thought you 
 did nothing but read the paper ! 
 
 Jessica: But how interesting to be color- 
 blind. (The Colonel gets up and zvalks away) 
 Do all colors look alike? 
 
 Dodd (Still in his queer voice) : Only red and 
 green. 
 
 Jessica: That isn't so bad. 
 
 Dodd (As if to himself) : But — they happen 
 to be signal colors. 
 
 Miss E. (Chirruping) : Then how could you 
 be in the Army? 
 
 Dodd (After a moment) : That's why I had 
 to get out. 
 
 Miss E. (Seeing she has said something un- 
 fortunate) : Oh, I beg your pardon 1 (Anxious 
 
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 to make amends) I thought you were much too 
 young to retire. 
 
 DoDD (After a moment with a bright change 
 of manner) : And then after a while I became a 
 professional bug-killer — an entomologist. When 
 you can't do one thing, you can always find an- 
 other — in two or three years, 
 
 Jessica {Observing his curious intonation) : 
 And what did you do in those two or three 
 years ? 
 
 DoDD (Surveying her zvhimsically as if intend- 
 ing she shall see her impertinence) : A lot of 
 foolish things. 
 
 Jessica (Persisting) How interesting. What? 
 
 DoDD (Coolly) : Well, my dear, for one thing 
 I came near marrying a young lady like you. 
 Only she was a Filipino. 
 
 Miss E. (Shocked) : Oh! I'm glad you took 
 to killing bugs instead. 
 
 Dodd: Dear me, thank you! 
 
 (Enter by door at back Mrs. Bradley-Stone, 
 followed by her husband.) 
 
 Mrs. B. : Good afternoon. (Sam nods to 
 every one.) So nice having you at Judith's, 
 Miss Ewing. Such a round of calls as I have, 
 and I can do you both at once. I'm sure you're 
 more than delighted, aren't you, Sam? Yes, 
 he says he is. Didn't you hear him say he's 
 more than delighted? 
 
 Sam : Aw, cut it out ! 
 
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 Miss E. (Having piled up her pamphlets, she 
 takes up her easel and map) : Excuse me a mo- 
 ment. 
 
 Mrs. B. : What's that ? 
 
 Miss E. {Suggestively) : I will tell you when 
 it's finished. Then I hope you will be very 
 much interested. {She goes left, carrying them 
 out.) 
 
 Mrs. B. : Do you hear that, Sam ? It's an- 
 other one of those get-civilized-quick schemes. 
 I told you what would happen if you bought 
 any of those Esquimaux petticoats. Much bet- 
 ter buy us some, Jessica. Well, Colonel, have 
 you forgiven me yet?" 
 
 Dodd: I don't think so. For what? 
 
 Mrs. B. : Getting on the Board of Directors 
 instead of Judith. But I hope you won't think 
 that you've joined for nothing. Come to me 
 with your grievances. 
 
 DoDD : There's a little trifle on my mind now. 
 I wish you'd have the clubhouse moved. 
 
 Mrs. B. {Suspiciously, thinking he is jesting 
 with her) : Moved ? 
 
 Dodd: Nearer the water. I don't golf and I 
 do paddle. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Are you serious, or making fun of 
 me? 
 
 Dodd: Very serious. Besides, I don't believe 
 in taxation without representation. Half of 
 our lady members don't play golf. 
 
 Mrs. B. {Thoughtfully) : That's an idea. 
 
 Dodd {As Miss Ewing enters) : Take Miss 
 
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 Ewing here. You don't play golf, do you, Miss 
 Ewing? 
 
 Miss E. (Majestically) : Still frivolous. 
 Colonel ? 
 
 Dodd: But you don't, do you? 
 
 Miss E. : I do not. 
 
 Dodd : Nor you. Miss Jessica. But you like 
 to paddle round, don't you? I mean of course 
 in the water. 
 
 Jessica : Very much. Some one was saying 
 the other day what a pity he couldn't take me 
 canoeing. Mr. Martini. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Mr. Martini? Of course that lunch 
 couldn't be helped — that is, without more social 
 experience than Judith possesses. But fancy 
 her allowing him to call ! 
 
 Miss E. : What else could she do? After 
 Jessica and I came here to visit. He called to 
 refuse to let us mend his automobile. It was 
 very handsome of him. 
 
 Jessica : You forget, Mrs. Bradley-Stone, 
 that I owe him my life. 
 
 Miss E. : Under Providence, of course. But 
 we certainly owe him for repairs. So what could 
 we do? 
 
 Mrs. B. : But fancy hobnobbing with that 
 sort of man ! 
 
 Miss E. (With a shade of warmth) : No one 
 hobnobs with me without my consent. 
 
 Judith (Entering door left) : Tea on the 
 back porch. Miss Ewing, will you serve? How 
 do you do, Mr. Bradley-Stone. (Shaking hands 
 
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 zmth him) What time do you want us to start 
 to-morrow morning? Too bad we hav^ to mo- 
 tor so far to the yacht. How convenient it would 
 be if we could have a good yacht club of our 
 own. (Miss Ewing and Dodd go out, Jessica 
 is following) By the way, you don't mind if 
 we bring Mr. Martini along? {Jessica stops.) 
 
 Mrs. B. {Coming up briskly): Mr. Martini! 
 
 Judith : Yes. He's at the hotel for the week- 
 end and was to lunch here to-morrow. 
 
 Mrs. B. : He seems to have the luncheon habit. 
 
 Judith {Sweetly) : Yes. And you see it would 
 be awkward. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Aren't we getting home in time for 
 a late lunch, dear? 
 
 Sam : Ordered the lunch yourself this morn- 
 ing. {To Judith) Bring him along. 
 
 Jessica {Triumphantly) : Can't I give you a 
 cup of tea, Mr. Bradley- Stone? {He follows 
 her out.) 
 
 Judith : I am so sorry. But you see the posi- 
 tion I'm in. Can't we make it some other day? 
 
 Mrs. B. : And have Sam sulking for a week ? 
 Really, Judith, you must have a yellow streak — 
 to put up with riff-raff like that. It's outrageous 
 the way you're foisting that man on us. 
 
 Judith : I know. But you always said I 
 couldn't get rid of people. 
 
 Mrs. B. {Impatiently) : Can't you see the way 
 I manage it? You can do anything if you just 
 smile sweetly while you're doing it. 
 
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 Judith : But you have a positive gift. I 
 couldn't carry it off so well. 
 
 Mrs, B. {Not quite sure she isn't being made 
 fun of) : Well, I admit it takes practice. And 
 you've got to be sure of your gown. (Smooth- 
 ing her gown) How do you like it? To-mor- 
 row I'll send you a check for it. 
 
 Judith : No — the money, please. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Judith, you're a Jew ! You just like 
 to feel it. 
 
 Judith : Sam might see the check and ask 
 questions. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Sam? He never bothers with my 
 bank account except to deposit his beggarly al- 
 lowance every month. When there is any. 
 
 Judith : He doesn't seem to mind advancing. 
 (She turns azvay and looks at her watch.) 
 
 Mrs. B. : I bet he wants to get me in a hole — 
 and then make his own terms. And think of 
 the money the stingy thing spends on that yacht. 
 
 Judith : And then to have to keep it way off 
 there. 
 
 Mrs. B. : I wish I'd drawn your husband. 
 (Suddenly) You mean to say he doesn't even 
 ask why you are spending so much money on 
 clothes all at once? 
 
 Judith : He's always delighted when I buy 
 things. 
 
 Mrs. B. : You wouldn't like him to know ? 
 What's to hinder my pocketing this gown and 
 daring you to do your worst? 
 
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 Judith {Sweetly) : Because there's that lace 
 gown you want next. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Jew ! Well, it's your own business. 
 If you're willing to order me gowns and sell 
 them ten per cent, off, I don't know why I 
 shouldn't take advantage of it. But it's shame- 
 ful the way you're deceiving him. 
 
 Judith : You should have thought of that be- 
 fore you asked me to do it. 
 
 Mrs. B. : I ? Well, I believe you put it into 
 my head, anyway. And buying that hat of yours 
 showed me what a cinch it would be. But what 
 on earth are you doing with the money? 
 
 Judith {Mockingly) : I am a miser. I just 
 like to feel of it. {She turns away and looks at 
 her watch again.) 
 
 Mrs. B. : You're up to something. I think 
 you're a natural-born schemer. Pity your hus- 
 band wouldn't let you manage the club. 
 
 Judith : Yes. Are you managing it ? 
 
 Mrs. B. {With careful carelessness) : What 
 do you think of moving the club down to the 
 water ? 
 
 Judith {As if surprised) : Well, you are wak- 
 ing up that sleepy Board of Directors ' 
 
 Mrs. B. : What do you think of it? 
 
 Judith : I doubt if you could put it through. 
 
 Mrs. B. {Complacently) : I generally get 
 what I want. And if you'd join your influence 
 with mine 
 
 Judith: I should have to think about that. 
 It would be nice if we could find a good beach 
 
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 near by, so that you could use part of the golf 
 links and save expense. 
 
 Mrs. B. (Loftily) : Oh, the club doesn't think 
 as much about saving expense as you do. But 
 I suppose it would cost a good deal. 
 
 Judith : As to that — you could sell the old 
 property to good advantage. And there's some 
 marsh-land right next to us which could be 
 easily drained. I remember thinking the other 
 day what an excellent beach was going to waste 
 there. But you'll never get the club to change. 
 Though it would be a great feather in your cap. 
 Mrs. B. : Want to bet I couldn't put it 
 through ? 
 
 Judith : Yes. I bet you that lace gown. If 
 you win, you take it without a cent — if you lose, 
 you pay the full price. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Done. I take you. 
 Judith : But Miss Ewing's waiting to give 
 you a cup of tea. 
 
 Mrs. B. (As she goes) : Aren't you coming? 
 Judith : In a moment. (Mrs. B. exits by 
 door left.) That makes the fifteen hundred. 
 (She goes into the hallzvay by the stairs. 
 After a moment Barney enters by the back 
 door, which is open. He is still smartly 
 dressed in commercial traveler style, but 
 his suit of brown and his tie and shirt of 
 yellow make a somezvhat less striking com- 
 bination. His manner is fidl of adoring 
 respect, though it has lost nothing of its 
 brisk frank heartiness. Their attitude to 
 
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 each other is that of two people who have 
 an understanding.) 
 
 Judith (Seeing him off) : Ah! 
 
 Barney (Advancing and shaking hands with 
 her cordially) : How are we to-day, huh? 
 
 Judith : Now listen, Mr. Martini. Business 
 first, for I may not have another chance. 
 You're to go with us on the Bradley- Stones' 
 yacht to-morrow. 
 
 Barney: Gee! I am? 
 
 Judith : That's why I telegraphed you to 
 come out to-night. And don't forget you were 
 to lunch with us to-morrow. 
 
 Barney (More delighted) : With you! I 
 was? 
 
 Judith (With a slight shade of embarrass- 
 ment) : Yes. That's why they invited you. 
 
 Barney (Disappointed) : Then you didn't ask 
 me? 
 
 Judith (Fearing she has hurt him) : We'll 
 make it some other Sunday. But I particularly 
 wanted you to go with the Bradley-Stones to- 
 morrow. I'm afraid she'll be a little — a little 
 difficult. 
 
 Barney (Grinning) : Oh, I don't mind. 
 
 Judith : He'll be all right. Be awfully inter- 
 ested in his yacht. 
 
 Barney (Gaily) I'll tell him it's the greatest 
 ever. 
 
 Judith : Did you close the deal ? With my 
 friend Wheeler? 
 
 Barney: Just closed it — tight as wax. But 
 
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 say, I was weakening on that till I got your tip. 
 (Anxiously) You're sure it looks good? I'm 
 a little strapped just now with other things. 
 
 Judith (Eagerly, seeing an opening she had 
 expected to contrive) : Suppose I lend you the 
 money ? 
 
 Barney (Pleased, hut not forgetting his na- 
 tive shrezvdness) : Go on! I ain't so strapped 
 as all that. But it's awfully good of you. 
 
 Judith : I got the refusal from Wheeler. And 
 now on my advice you have taken up the option. 
 Of course I shouldn't want you to lose anything 
 through me. 
 
 Barney (With a shrezvd grin) : Guess it's 
 safe enough if you're willing to lend on it. 
 
 Judith : But it's a speculation all the same. 
 And it must be handled very carefully. From 
 the inside. 
 
 Barney (Indidgently, seeing what she is 
 driving at) : And you're the one that's got to do 
 it? I might put my foot in it? 
 
 Judith : Well, yes, you might. 
 
 Barney (Enjoying the situation) : I don't see 
 how your lending me the money's going to cut 
 any ice. 
 
 Judith : It would give me a hand in it. 
 
 Barney : Come off. You're the only one that's 
 got a hand in it until you turn the trick. I tell 
 you one thing — you can't lend me a cent more. 
 
 Judith : More ? 
 
 Barney : Ain't you got my watch in hock ? 
 
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 Judith : Ridiculous ! Fll have to charge you 
 storage if you don't redeem it. 
 
 Barney (Jocularly) Can't afford it. When 
 you're rushing me into these large deals! (Tak- 
 ing out a cheap nickel watch) One plunk. Don't 
 dare pull it out in office hours for fear I'll hurt 
 me credit. 
 
 Judith : Then I'll give it to you and you can 
 pay when you like. 
 
 Barney: No, you won't. 
 
 Judith : Why ? 
 
 Barney: I do business on the level — with 
 friends. You keep the watch, see? Until I can 
 scrape up enough to redeem it. 
 
 Judith : But why be so silly ? 
 
 Barney (Suddenly) : You want to know? 
 (With the adoration of a child) Because I like 
 to think you've got it. Tucked away somewhere 
 in your belongings — something I used to wear. 
 (More lightly) Gives you that warm feeling — 
 like a dinner with five courses of wine. 
 
 Judith (Lightly but a little taken aback) : 
 No sentiment in business. 
 
 Barney (Jocularly) : It's business to let you 
 keep the watch, ain't it, and me have the use of 
 the money? You ain't said anything about in- 
 terest. 
 
 Judith : Well, what of this loan ? I want to 
 make it. 
 
 Barney: Why? 
 
 Judith : I told you — to have a stake. 
 
 Barney: I asked you how that was going to 
 
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 do it. YoiiVe got all the stake you want. YouVe 
 got the trumps. 
 
 Judith : Now, Mr. Martini, we must settle 
 this before we go on. And we're wasting time. 
 
 Barney : It's your time you're wasting, not 
 mine. 
 
 Judith : What do you mean ? 
 
 Barney : Come out with the goods. Lending 
 me that money ain't what you're after. 
 
 Judith (Evading) I just want to keep in the 
 game, that's all. 
 
 Barney : What do you suppose I hocked yoai 
 that watch for? I ain't in the habit of forcing 
 security down a person's throat. Do you think 
 I did it because I was brought up in the Y. M. 
 C. A.? It was because I wanted you in the 
 game. Now state your proposition. 
 
 Judith : I'd like to buy a half interest in the 
 property. 
 
 Barney (Without surprise) : Now you're 
 talking. Sure ! 
 
 Judith (Surprised) : Did you expect it? 
 
 Barney : Sure. The moment you sprung that 
 loan of yours I was on. I'm tickled to death 
 to have you. 
 
 Judith : But you don't need me — now it's 
 started. 
 
 Barney : Good ! It's started, is it ? 
 
 Judith : Yes. Mrs. Bradley-Stone is one of 
 the Directors of the club. After you gave me 
 that idea I dropped a few words around, and 
 now she's keen on it. All we've got to do is to 
 
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 let her push it. And when the time comes show 
 her that the most desirable shore front is your 
 property. 
 
 Barney: Our property. 
 
 Judith : Only of course I'm not to appear 
 in it. You can make me out a personal state- 
 ment. 
 
 Barney: Well, what else? 
 
 Judith {Surprised) : That's all. 
 
 Barney: You could have told me that five 
 minutes ago — without all this shenanigan. What 
 was it you didn't want to waste time about? 
 
 Judith {Confused) : Why 
 
 Barney {Slowly, simply, and respectfully) : 
 You wanted to get it settled before you told me. 
 You wanted to be sure I wouldn't give you the 
 go-by. {Judith starts to speak.) Oh, that's good 
 business. I'd do it myself — to anyone else. I 
 don't suppose there's any reason you should 
 know right off like this that it's different with 
 you. But did you really put that up to me? 
 Didn't you know I wanted you in ? That I 
 haven't been thinking about anything else since 
 that day? To have you and me in something 
 together is the biggest thing ever happened to 
 me. 
 
 Judith {Confused and touched) : Why — 
 how could I know? 
 
 Barney: Well, you know now. {Regret- 
 fully.) And — and I kind of hoped you'd guess. 
 Don't you think for a moment I ain't on the level 
 
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 with you. I'd as soon think of cheating my 
 mother. 
 
 Judith {Extending her hand, feeling that he 
 has paid her the greatest tribute he knoivs) : 
 Thank you. 
 
 Barney {Taking it in the same spirit; then 
 more lightly — not at all ashamed of his emotion, 
 hut with a healthy man's desire to get ont of it 
 when it's over) : And if I did, she'd have basted 
 the hide off me back. It's eyes hke a gimlet she 
 had and the fine walloping hand. God make her 
 bed in heaven ! Any members of your club in 
 real estate? 
 
 Judith {Somewhat startled at the sudden 
 shift): Real estate? No. Why? 
 
 Barney: What are you going to do with it 
 when you get out? 
 
 Judith : I haven't thought so far. 
 
 Barney: Now you're in the business you'll 
 have to learn. We're always rushing to catch 
 up to year after next. You might turn it my 
 way, huh? Our way, huh? Or perhaps a little 
 swap with something down might be an induce- 
 ment. What's the matter with throwing out a 
 tickler? 
 
 Judith {Catching fire) : Yes, why not? 
 We've always kept the people away before. But 
 if we move, it doesn't matter. 
 
 Barney: Turn the house into a hotel and 
 knock spots out of the other one. Cut the ground 
 up into building lots — put up a pergola, and the 
 thing's done. 
 
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 Judith : A pergola ? 
 
 Barney: Ain't nothing develops a piece of 
 property like a pergola. Catches them like flies. 
 Two brick gate posts and a pergola will sell a 
 sandpile. Call it a terrace and it's the milkman 
 and papa commuting in six months. People 
 have got to live and why not live classy at the 
 same price ? Say, what's the matter with getting 
 the post ofiice there? That will open up the 
 whole thing. 
 
 Judith {With enthusiasm) : The post office? 
 Good. It's awfully out of the way now. And 
 so is the station. But we kept them there on 
 purpose, so that the people wouldn't come in. 
 
 Barney : It's the ir-resistible and it would 
 make. (Very glibly) The fine grounds of the ex- 
 clusive Pequot Country Club are cut up into 
 choice building lots and known as Pequot Ter- 
 race. Sixty-seven minutes from Times Square. 
 Sunday opening day, free transportation both 
 ways and prospective buyers met at the station 
 by our gentlemanly agent. Property zealously 
 guarded and the nucleus of an intellectual neigh- 
 borhood already assured. Say, we might give 
 away one or two of the job-lots to college pro- 
 fessors. That would fetch them in droves and 
 when they saw the pergola, it's all over but the 
 shearing. But we got to get that post office. 
 
 Judith : Let's move the old one over, then. 
 Nobody uses it but ourselves, anyway. How 
 could we go to work to move it? 
 
 Barney: Get a petition to Washington. If 
 
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 youVe got any influential friends ready-made 
 it's easy. If you haven't, we can make some. 
 (He slaps his pocket.) 
 
 Judith : Oh ! 
 
 Barney : It don't cost much. 
 
 Judith : But bribing — 
 
 Barney : Fudge ! You don't suppose a man's 
 going to work up steam without coahng? We 
 ain't built that way ourselves — you and I — are 
 we? And say, you'd be surprised to find how 
 few hods will get a move on. Through a con- 
 gressman's the best way. But you'll have to 
 work that up for me. I'm all right on Albany, 
 but I'm short on Hartford. You spot 'em and 
 rU spit 'em. Especially if there's any Eyetal- 
 ians. Get that going, will you ? 
 
 Judith (Her imagination fired by this large 
 vista) : But how? 
 
 Barney: How? (He winks at her.) How'd 
 you cook up this business of moving the club, 
 huh? 
 
 Judith (Demurely) : By dropping a few 
 words in the right quarter. 
 
 Barney (With cordial admiration) : I knew 
 when I saw you all you wanted was to give your 
 mind something to chew on. Gee, there was a 
 good real estate man lost in you! Get on to 
 yourself and you'll be a hummer. 
 (Enter Mrs. Bradley-Stone, followed in a mo- 
 ment by Miss Ewing, Jessica and Sam.) 
 
 Mrs. B. (Before she comes into viezv') : Well, 
 Judith, you might have had a cup of tea with us. 
 
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 (In the doorway, seeing Barney) Oh! {Cat- 
 tily) I understand. 
 
 Barney {Coming forward cordially) : How 
 are we to-day, huh? 
 
 Mrs. B. {Distantly) : Thank you. 
 
 Miss E. {With dignified courtesy of just the 
 right blend to one zvho is inferior, but to whom 
 she is under obligations) : How do you do, Mr. 
 Martini ? 
 
 Jessica {Following her, comes forward quickly 
 and lays her hand in his) : Oh, Mr. Martini, 
 you're not too late for some tea. Come along. 
 
 Barney : Thanks. But tea and I don't agree. 
 
 Jessica {Pouting coquettishly) : Not when I 
 pour it for you? 
 
 Barney : Sure not. It would go to my head 
 all the quicker. {Jessica goes to her former 
 seat and resumes her embroidery.) 
 
 Sam: Hello, Martini! I want you {He 
 
 stops and, turning to Judith, winks; then he calls 
 to his wife elaborately.) My dear, here's Mr. 
 Martini now. 
 
 Mrs. B. {Icily, divining his intention to annoy 
 her) : So I see. 
 
 Sam : Didn't you say something about want- 
 ing him to go to-morrow? {He sits triumph- 
 antly. ) 
 
 Mrs. B. {With bland insolence) : About want- 
 ing him? Indeed? I had forgotten it. Mr. 
 Martini, Mr. Bradley-Stone will be happy to in- 
 clude you in his invitation to the Allisons. Mrs. 
 
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 Allison said she had overlooked the fact that 
 you were lunching with her to-morrow. 
 
 Judith (Sweetly) : I really said, Mr. Mar- 
 tini, that I had an embarrassment of riches. 
 
 Barney (Suavely) : Always relieve an em- 
 barrassment when I can ; don't you, Mrs. Brad- 
 ley-Stone? I shall be happy to lunch with Mrs. 
 Allison on Mr. Bradley-Stone's yacht. You are 
 very kind to ask me. 
 
 Mrs. B. (Perceiving after a moment that he 
 has neatly landed her one) : I? Not at all. 
 
 Judith (Seeking for something to say) : 
 Why have you left Uncle Harry all alone? 
 
 Miss E. : He said he'd go over to the hotel. 
 
 Judith (Laughing) : He's always going over 
 to the hotel. 
 
 Barney : Make a good horse's neck there. 
 
 Judith : No, it's flies he's interested in. 
 
 Barney : Some of those there, too. 
 
 Judith : He's been all over the world study- 
 ing how to exterminate them. 
 
 Jessica: How interesting about his leaving 
 the army. (Judith stares at her in blank amaze- 
 ment.) His color-blindness. 
 
 Judith : Interesting ! How did you know ? 
 
 Jessica : He told us. 
 
 Judith : Told you ! 
 
 Jessica : That is, I found out and asked him. 
 
 Judith (Aghast) : You asked him! I thought 
 he couldn't have spoken of it. He has never 
 mentioned it even to me. Is it possible that he — 
 told you how it happened? 
 
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 Miss E. : No. 
 
 Jessica {Not to he put off) : How? 
 
 Judith {Gravely, after a moment) : I will tell 
 you. And you will see what any reference to it 
 or his army life means to him. It was in the 
 Philippines and they were out on an expedition. 
 In an emergency he was transferred to the Sig- 
 nal Corps. He put up — the wrong light. A 
 detachment of ten men — nine soldiers and a cor- 
 poral — went to their death. 
 
 Barney : Gee ! 
 
 Sam {Rising suddenly) : By Jove! 
 
 Mrs. B. {Interested only in the story) : The 
 poor fellow ! What happened then ? 
 
 Judith : Then — he went out of his mind for 
 a while and when he recovered they had retired 
 him. I suppose it was a merciful thing to do. 
 Even if he had been detailed where his color- 
 blindness would not have been dangerous, he 
 would always have known that the whole Army 
 knew. He was wrapped up in the Army and he 
 was in the prime of life — the very midst of his 
 career ! 
 
 Jessica: He went all to pieces he said. 
 
 Judith {In amazement) : He said! 
 
 Jessica : Yes, he came near marrying a Fil- 
 ipino woman. 
 
 Miss E. {Shocked) : Jessica! 
 
 Judith : It took him three years to get over 
 it. To pull himself together to start again. He 
 went away somewhere and fought it out. As 
 well as we knew him, he never spoke of it to 
 
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 my father or to me. Of the tragedy or the 
 darker days that followed it. The Army was a 
 closed book. He even tried to give up the "Colo- 
 nel," but it stuck to him. (Under her breath.) 
 So you see now why you must never mention it. 
 (Much stirred by her narrative, she goes up and 
 out of the back door.) 
 
 Mrs. B. {Impatient of the hush which has 
 fallen) : Now we all have the mullygrubs. Break 
 it, somebody. (Her glance falling on Barney, 
 she determines to badger him.) Mr. Martini, 
 you might give us your history, too. 
 
 Barney (Divining her intention, gets ready 
 for her) : Sure I might ! Would you like the 
 ex-pur-gated edition? 
 
 Mrs. B. : You might tell us why your name is 
 Italian when 
 
 Barney (Very Irish) : Me mug is Hibernian? 
 Sure, that's in the ex-pur-gated edition. I take 
 me mug from me mother and me name from me 
 father. He was Napolitano and she hailed from 
 'The Ould Sod." 
 
 Mrs. B. : Really? A strange mixture. 
 
 Barney : It was congenial interest did it. She 
 was a cook and he had a fruit and vegetable em- 
 porium. They fell in love trying to beat each 
 other down. That's what makes me such a suc- 
 cessful business man. 
 
 Mrs. B. : And you have other characteristics 
 of theirs, I suppose? 
 
 Barney : Yes, I speak three languages. New 
 York, Irish, and Neapolitan. But the accents of 
 
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 me childhood arise only when I'm angry. And 
 generally I'm as mild as a lamb and will eat out 
 of your hand. 
 
 Miss E. (Much interested) : They're so ab- 
 sorbing — these new American types. 
 
 Barney : We're all new when it comes to 
 that. We all came over once, didn't we? 
 
 Miss E. : My ancestors on both sides came in 
 the Mayflower. 
 
 Barney : Sure, I've read it carried nothing 
 but steerage. But you're not ashamed of them, 
 are you? 
 
 Miss E. : I should think not ! 
 
 Barney: I bet mine paid more passage 
 money. And they'll both be ancestors some day. 
 Yours had the start of mine, but it took you 
 longer to get going. 
 
 Jessica: How was that, Mr. Martini? 
 
 Barney: They were English. In one gen- 
 eration the Irish owned New York. I thought 
 of being a policeman myself. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Real estate, I think some one told 
 me. Quite a rise from a banana cart. 
 
 Barney : Me first love for the soil came by 
 way of boots. Then I was an office boy and got 
 it in me lungs. Sweeping out a Long Island de- 
 velopment company. When I saw what a con 
 it was, I set up for meself. Since then I moved 
 three times. And now I am the elegant posses- 
 sor of an office, with mission furniture. Next 
 year I break into Broadway. 
 
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 Mrs. B. : And the year after into society, 
 doubtless. 
 
 Barney (Gj'inning genially, with charming au- 
 dacity) : Sure I mount to the top with a bound 
 when I go yachting with Mr. Bradley-Stone as 
 the guest of Mrs. Allison, and Mrs. Bradley- 
 Stone begins to inquire into me an-te-cedents. 
 It's a sad woman me poor ould mither would be 
 this day. "Barney," she would say, "me poverino 
 gossoon ! It's me that worked for them and I 
 know them. Keep out of society." 
 
 Mrs. B. (Who has been amused in spite of her- 
 self) : Well, we must be going, Miss Ewing. 
 {Severely) Where is Judith? 
 
 Miss E. : You'll find her in the garden proba- 
 bly. 
 
 Mrs. B. : We've had such an unusually charm- 
 ing time. Especially Sam, who likes this sort of 
 thing. Haven't you had a charming time, dear ? 
 Yes, he says he has. Didn't you hear him say 
 he's had a charming time? {She goes.) 
 
 Sam {Following her) : Aw, cut it out! 
 
 Jessica : How Mrs. Allison worships the 
 Colonel ! 
 
 Barney : She's the finest woman ever wore 
 shoe leather. 
 
 Jessica : Yes, I adore her. 
 
 Miss E. : Think of all that tragedy ! And he 
 can smile and joke ! F'erhaps that's what makes 
 him a little — well, according to my Boston no- 
 tions — a little indelicate in his language. 
 
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 Jessica : And how worked up she got. She 
 is generally so calm. 
 
 Miss E. : I've often thought if she had a 
 fault, it was a slight lack of vital interest. You 
 remember I spoke of it, Jessica, at the beginning 
 of the summer. 
 
 Jessica: Yes, Aunt, you speak of it with 
 everybody. 
 
 Miss E. : And now she seems really waking 
 up at last. Soon I shall even hope to get her 
 interested in philanthropy. Oh, Jessica, how I 
 dread seeing you grow up with no projects for 
 humanity on your mind. 
 
 Jessica: But meanwhile you must take your 
 nap. You know you're going out this evening. 
 
 Miss E. : So I am. (She glances out into 
 the garden — not at all desirous of leaving Bar- 
 ney with Jessica.) But I'm not at all sleepy. 
 
 Jessica (Firmly) : Aunt, you told me this 
 morning to be sure to make you lie down before 
 dinner. 
 
 Miss E. : I suppose I should husband my 
 strength. (She goes and looking over the stair 
 rail calls out) Judith! 
 
 Jessica (Rising) : Do you want her, Aunt? 
 
 Miss E. (A little Hurried) : No-o. (She goes 
 up the steps,) 
 
 Jessica (Having followed her as far as the 
 stairs, she turns to Barney. He is looking for- 
 ward very gingerly to the prospect of a tete-a- 
 tete. She comes quickly to him and takes some- 
 thing from the bosom of her gown) : Here. 
 
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 Barney (Taking it azvkwardly, seeing from 
 her manner it is a gift) : What you want 
 me to do with it? 
 
 Jessica : It's a locket I had made for you. As 
 a remembrance of that day. To wear on your 
 watch chain. 
 
 Barney (Eagerly seizing the pretext) : But I 
 haven't got any watch chain. See. (He exposes 
 his waistcoat.) 
 
 Jessica : What a splendid chest ! You had 
 one that day. 
 
 Barney : When ? 
 
 Jessica (Alluringly) : The day I lay in your 
 arms. I felt it. The day you saved my life and 
 smashed your car. 
 
 Barney : Well, I lost my watch that day, too. 
 
 Jessica: That's something else I owe you. 
 Perhaps I shall pay everything — some time. 
 
 Barney: (Taking alarm at her tone): Oh, 
 fudge ! 
 
 Jessica: I had it made just for you. And 
 carried it here — where my heart was beating un- 
 der it. I almost hated to give it to you. I liked 
 to feel it there so. 
 
 Barney : (Reminded of his speech to Mrs. 
 Allison, he is all the more disgusted) : Ah, go 
 on ! If you had a typewriter to plug, you 
 wouldn't have time to listen to your heart beat- 
 ing. 
 
 Jessica (Disappointed at his reception of it) : 
 Don't you want to open it? 
 
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 Barney: My father used to say — Curiosity 
 killed a cat. 
 
 Jessica: You're stupid, aren't you? 
 
 Barney : My father used to say — it's the stu- 
 pid ones live longest. {Winking at her know- 
 ingly.) I'm good for ninety. 
 
 Jessica (Softly) : Open it and see what's 
 in it. 
 
 Barney (Nervously) : I've got to see Mrs. 
 Allison a minute. Guess I'll find her in the gar- 
 den. 
 
 Jessica (Piqued) : Well, there's one thing you 
 might know at any rate. Mrs. Allison wouldn't 
 want to be seen alone with you. 
 
 Barney (Indignantly) : Why not? 
 
 Jessica: People would talk. 
 
 Barney (Truculently) : What are you driv- 
 ing at? 
 
 Jessica: They'd say the finest woman that 
 ever wore shoe leather ought to be looked after 
 by her husband. 
 
 Barney (Good-hiimoredly) : Oh, all that rot! 
 I suppose you mean I'm not her sort. 
 
 Jessica: Of course that would attract atten- 
 tion first. But afterwards they'd see — (She 
 stops. ) 
 
 Barney (Defiantly) : What? 
 
 Jessica: What anyone with a pair of eyes 
 could see. That you adore her. 
 
 Barney: Sure I do. Angels were meant to 
 be adored. 
 
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 Jessica (Sharply) : And are making very un- 
 angelic love to her. 
 
 Barney : Say, you'd better drop that. 
 
 Jessica: Well, aren't you? 
 
 Barney (Disgusted) : Oh, back up! 
 
 Jessica : Even if you're not, aren't you 
 ashamed to be making her — a married woman — 
 fall in love with you? 
 
 Barney : With me ! Get another transfer. 
 
 Jessica : Other people are noticing it, too. 
 You just heard my aunt say how changed she 
 was and interested. 
 
 Barney: What are you trying to do? Jolly 
 me? 
 
 Jessica : You know well enough you are mag- 
 netic to women. 
 
 Barney (Feeling like a fool) : Quit your 
 stringing. 
 
 Jessica (Invitingly) : You could make any 
 woman think you were making love to her. 
 
 Barney : Have you thought I was making 
 love to you? 
 
 Jessica: Haven't you been? 
 
 Barney: Go on! When I've been dodging 
 you? 
 
 Jessica : But you knew I knew it was because 
 you've been afraid 
 
 Barney (Contemptuously) : Afraid of what! 
 
 Jessica : That 1 would be silly and not know 
 how to manage it. Yet when you get a chance 
 you don't know enough to take it. Why didn't 
 
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 you come out on the porch for some tea? They 
 had all gone and we would have been alone. 
 
 Barney: Well, we are now. Aren't we? 
 
 Jessica (Softly) : Yes. 
 
 Barney: And you don't see me doing any- 
 thing. 
 
 Jessica (With a sidelong glance) : But being 
 stupid. 
 
 Barney (Good-humoredly staving her off) : 
 Say, if you look at me like that, you'll make me 
 leave home. You're a little fool talking that way. 
 Suppose I was to take you up. 
 
 Jessica: Why don't you? 
 
 Barney : Because I ain't a fool if you are. 
 
 Jessica : You think so, do you ? Do you sup- 
 pose anybody guesses that — that we are talking 
 like this ? People needn't know everything that's 
 going on. If that's what you're thinking of 
 you'll never get into a scrape on my account. 
 I've got more to look out for than you have. 
 And I know how to manage things, Mr. Barney 
 Martini. 
 
 Barney (Roughly) : Aren't you afraid to be 
 talking to me like this? How do you know I 
 can? 
 
 Jessica : Oh, I've been sizing you up. 
 
 Barney (Coolly) : I'll tell you one thing you 
 don't know, my young lady — enough to fool with 
 me. You'd better run home and play with your 
 dolls. Girls down my way don't talk like that 
 unless they mean something. 
 
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 Jessica: Why don't you find out whether I 
 do or not? 
 
 Barney: Well, I'll be blowed! 
 
 Jessica: I'll give you the chance. I'm com- 
 ing to town Monday on the ten o'clock train. 
 
 Barney (Jocularly) : Hope you won't get 
 nervous on the way. Shouldn't want you flop- 
 ping over on my hands again. 
 
 Jessica : That's another thing I'm old enough 
 to know. 
 
 Barney : What ? 
 
 Jessica : Just when to faint. 
 
 Barney : Well, I'll be — - ! 
 
 Jessica: Some one is coming. (She sits and 
 picks up her embroidery again.) 
 (Enter Judith and Nicholas by back door. He 
 has just come from town.) 
 
 Nicholas (In the doorzvay) : My dear, you 
 should take a sunshade when you go out. And 
 I hardly like you to walk alone. 
 
 Judith : I just ran over to the hotel — to see 
 Uncle Harry a moment. 
 
 Nicholas: But there are always tramps 
 about. (She has taken his hat and holds it in 
 her hand.) Ah, Jessica! 
 
 Jessica (Rising) : Mr. Allison. Just from 
 business ? 
 
 Judith : Mr. Martini, Nicholas. 
 
 Nicholas (Shaking hands) : How do you do, 
 Mr. Martini? 
 
 Barney (Heartily) : How are we to-day, huh? 
 
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 Just going, Mrs. Allison. Was afraid I'd have 
 to run away before you got back. 
 
 Judith : Good-bye. We'll pick you up at ten 
 to-morrow. 
 
 Barney: Sure, I'll be on deck. (He exits.) 
 (Jessica takes up her embroidery and goes by 
 door left.) 
 
 Nicholas : My dear, pardon me for mention- 
 ing it. But do you think it's just right for Jes- 
 sica to be alone with that young fellow? She's 
 so inexperienced, you know. Of course, I know 
 we can hardly help it occasionally after what hap- 
 pened — but he's scarcely the thing. 
 
 Judith : I left her aunt with them. 
 
 Nicholas : But what is this about picking him 
 up to-morrow morning? 
 
 Judith : The Bradley-Stones have invited him 
 yachting. 
 
 Nicholas (Astonished) : The Bradley- 
 Stones ! 
 
 Judith : Yes. You see he was lunching here 
 (In reply to his look of surprise.) Miss Ewing 
 is still going over that smashed automobile, you 
 know. Besides it seems hardly decent — consid- 
 ering what they owe him — not to show him some 
 courtesy. 
 
 Nicholas: Oh, he's well enough — good 
 American stuff. I have no narrow old-fashioned 
 notions, but of course we know nothing about 
 him. And I don't need to remind my tactful 
 wife that there are always complications. 
 
 Judith : No. 
 
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 Nicholas (Sitting and taking out the paper) : 
 Excuse me. I want to look at these quotations 
 a minute. 
 
 Judith (After twirling his hat a moment, she 
 sits down. She has the air of having come to a 
 decision to speak to him of something on her 
 mind) : Do you know you and I are settling 
 into an old married couple, Nicholas? 
 
 Nicholas (Absently) : Yes, dear. Just a mo- 
 ment. (He looks up and smiles at her.) Now. 
 
 Judith : I said that you and I are settling 
 into an old married couple. 
 
 Nicholas (Tenderly) : Why not? 
 
 Judith : You remember when we talked over 
 my giving up father's firm. I asked you to let 
 me keep it 
 
 Nicholas (Interrupting indulgently) : As if 
 I married you to have you go on working. 
 
 Judith : I asked you then to let me keep it — 
 until other responsibilities came. 
 
 Nicholas: I remember that was one of your 
 dear foolish notions. Am I not busy enough for 
 the two of us? 
 
 Judith : That's just why I said we were 
 growing into an old married couple. You are 
 so absorbed — and — when there are no children a 
 busy husband seems to have so little in com- 
 mon with his wife. Why, you got off this morn- 
 ing without kissing me good-bye. 
 
 Nicholas: Did I? I'm sorry. I had some- 
 thing on my mind. The last few days I've been 
 
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 figuring out how to confront an unusual com- 
 bination. 
 
 Judith : Yes, I knew it. I was crazy to help 
 you. 
 
 Nicholas: Thank you, my dear. But it 
 would have given you a headache. We shan't 
 clutter up that dear head of yours with figures 
 or anything else. It has had enough of that. 
 The rest of your life you can spend figuring out 
 what will show it off best. 
 
 Judith : I came near coming into town this 
 morning. 
 
 Nicholas: More hats? 
 
 Judith : To tell you, you had forgotten some- 
 thing. 
 
 Nicholas : To kiss you good-bye ? How very 
 dear of you to think of it! 
 
 Judith : And to tell you something else. (Af- 
 ter a moment.) How would you have liked 
 that ? 
 
 Nicholas: I am always glad to see you, my 
 dear. But I must own that this morning I 
 shouldn't have had many minutes. Just enough 
 for a forgotten kiss perhaps, and one for interest. 
 We were making things hum this morning. Busy 
 as bees. 
 
 Judith (Eagerly) : What did you do? 
 
 Nicholas : There was a glorious scrimmage. 
 
 Judith (Rising and coming to him) : What 
 happened ? 
 
 Nicholas (Rising and pinching her ear af- 
 
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 fectionately) : We laid up some more honey for 
 the drone. 
 
 Judith : Oh ! {She turns away impatiently. 
 Then turns back again zvith the same eagerness.) 
 Tell me about it. 
 
 Nicholas (Playfully as to a child) : I never 
 bring business home with me. 
 
 Judith (After a pause, in a steady, even 
 tone) : What do you bring home with you, 
 Nicholas ? 
 
 Nicholas (Puzzled) : My dear, what a ques- 
 tion ! Everything in the world I think you might 
 want. Including myself. 
 
 Judith (Still in the same tone) : Yourself? 
 What is yourself? 
 
 Nicholas (Smiling as a father might to a 
 child who has asked an obvious question, but 
 one that is perplexing to answer) : Why — it's all 
 of me. 
 
 Judith : Do you bring home your thoughts, 
 your interests, your problems? Anything that 
 occupies your mind? Your mind is yourself. 
 
 Nicholas (With tender reproach) : My wife 
 should know that my heart is myself. 
 
 Judith: Your heart? Well, we will take 
 that, then. Do you bring home sympathy, — 
 friendship, — union ? 
 
 Nicholas (In troubled surprise) : My dear, 
 have you found me lacking in any of these? I 
 bring home to you love — and confidence — and — 
 (Somewhat at a loss for a zvord and a little 
 ashamed that he must make a protestation) and 
 
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 happiness that you are here to make my home 
 beautiful with your presence. 
 
 Judith (Gently) : All these you might bring 
 to a child — if we had one. And courtesy and 
 kindliness and tender consideration — all these you 
 might bring to a valued servant. But I am not 
 a child to be satisfied merely with petting — or a 
 servant merely to be graciously treated and paid 
 his wages. 
 
 Nicholas (Alarmed) : My dear, what is it? 
 Do I not give you everything you want? 
 
 Judith (A little wildly) : Give, give, always 
 give! 
 
 Nicholas (With simple dignity) : I thought 
 that was what love meant — giving. I am eager 
 to anticipate your least desire. I married you 
 because I wanted to shield and protect you from 
 every care and trouble. It is my constant joy 
 to serve you. 
 
 Judith : To serve ? My idea of loving is not 
 to serve but to share. What do I really share 
 of yours? Answer me that. 
 
 Nicholas (Nonplussed) : Why, all that is 
 mine. My house, my goods, my 
 
 Judith : So does any guest that your roof 
 may shelter. We sit together at meal times, eat 
 and drink together — so do they. Of an evening 
 we chat, go out together, read side by side — so 
 do they. But what interest of yours do I really 
 share? Or you of mine? 
 
 Nicholas (Wounded) : My dear, that is un- 
 fair and a bit unkind. You know I always make 
 
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 a point of asking you what you have done. The 
 rides you have taken. The people you have seen, 
 and the — the novels you have read. Do I not 
 in short go over the entire day with you? 
 
 Judith : My day ? My endless absorbing 
 day. (She laughs a little hysterically.) I was 
 speaking of interests. 
 
 Nicholas: You positively alarm me, Judith. 
 Am I to suspect that you are not interested in 
 your position, your home? 
 
 Judith : My home ! The housekeeper runs 
 it. As for the rest, it is a daily career of mo- 
 mentous decisions. Shall I take my morning ride 
 up the road or down the road ? Or perhaps not 
 ride at all. 
 
 Nicholas (Interrupting) : Now, my dear, I 
 have always insisted on your riding every day. 
 
 Judith (Going on) : Shall I wear this gown 
 or another ? Shall I have somebody to luncheon 
 or lunch alone ? Shall I take tea at the Chamber- 
 lains' or at the Williamses'? If it is cool shall 
 I sit on the front porch in the sun? If it is 
 warm shall I sit on the back porch in the shade? 
 Shall I re-arrange my bureau drawers? Can I 
 possibly have my hair done again this week ? Is 
 there any new book to read, any new thing to 
 do? Here is another useless hour, how shall I 
 throttle it? While you — you are making things. 
 Having a glorious scrimmage. Even when I 
 ask you what it is, you put me oflf with a smile. 
 **Oh, you have been as busy as a bee — laying up 
 honey for the drone." The drone ! I was not 
 
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 born a drone. Who has made me one? As for 
 your honey, I am drowning in it. You have 
 smeared my wings with it when I want to stretch 
 them and go to work ! 
 
 Nicholas (Aghast at this outbreak) : Judith! 
 Oh, this modern malady of unrest! And you 
 of all women for it to fasten on ! 
 
 Judith (With difficulty, coming down from 
 her excitement) : Poor Nicholas, I am sorry ! 
 But if I could only make you understand how 
 weary I am of buttoning and unbuttoning. How 
 would you like to tell your time by hooks and 
 eyes? If you could only know how meagre 
 my life is and how I long to share yours ! 
 
 Nicholas (Relieved at her touch of humor 
 and delighted to find she is becoming more 
 sane) : But, my dear, my life is somewhat hot 
 and dusty, and I find yours pleasant and com- 
 fortable. I only wish I could have more of it 
 with you. 
 
 Judith (Despairingly) : Can't you under- 
 stand that this life of mine — which pleases you 
 so as a change — is all I have ! And how much 
 of it do you see? One day in the week and a 
 few short hours in the evening. 
 
 Nicholas (Consolingly) : Well, my dear, I 
 will try to come home a little earlier. 
 
 Judith (Bursting into hysterical laughter) : 
 It is useless, useless ! 
 
 Nicholas (Expostulating) : My dear, my 
 dear! 
 
 Judith (Suddenly) : You never asked me 
 
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 what it was I wanted to see you about this morn- 
 ing. 
 
 Nicholas: Yes, I did — the good-bye kiss at 
 breakfast. 
 
 Judith: But the other thing? 
 
 Nicholas (Smiling) : We have been so tem- 
 pestuous, I forgot it. But if it was anything Hke 
 — like our present conversation — I am tempted to 
 own I am ahnost glad you didn't come. It would 
 be very distracting to have you whirling about in 
 business hours. And I shouldn't wish anyone 
 to have heard you laughing like that in my of- 
 fice. Was it anything you wanted? 
 
 Judith : No. Only to tell you something. 
 But the time has gone by for it now. (A gong 
 strikes.) There goes the dressing gong. At any 
 rate I have the advantage of you in dressing. 
 You have only one suit to put on. 
 
 Nicholas : My dear, you sometimes puzzle 
 me. What do you mean now? 
 
 Judith : While I may bring my whole mind 
 and intellect to grapple with the problem before 
 me. Shall it be the green, or the blue, or the 
 pink, or the black, or the lilac, or the gray 
 
 Nicholas (Playfully as to a child) : My dear, 
 are you going on forever like this? 
 
 Judith (Quietly) : That is what I have often 
 asked myself. That is what I was going to ask 
 you this morning — when I told you something. 
 That is what it is now too late to ask you or my- 
 self or anyone. Because I have already an- 
 swered. 
 
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 Nicholas {Indulgently) : Judith, I swear I 
 don't understand a word of what you're say- 
 ing. 
 
 Judith : No. That's the reason I decided not 
 to speak about it, {Going up the stairs.) Don't 
 be late to dinner, dear. 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
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ACT THREE 
 
ACT III, 
 
 (After dinner at Mrs. Allison's the last of 
 September. Same Scene. Sam and Miss 
 Ewing are discovered. Both are in evening 
 dress. Miss Ewing is in her customary 
 black, but her gown is more severely elegant 
 than ever. Sam, rooted in a spot before the 
 fireplace, is standing ivith his hands thrust 
 in his pockets in an attitude of bored res- 
 ignation. ) 
 Miss E. : You and I are on time anyway. 
 Sam : Past ten. Sweet hour for a rural party. 
 Miss E. : The last of the summer festivities. 
 Thank Heaven! 
 
 Sam {Growling) : Then come the winter 
 ones. Begin later, last longer. Sweet life! 
 
 Miss E. : What a treadmill ! Do you go back 
 to town at once from here? 
 
 Sam {Nodding) : Here between houses. 
 Miss E. : Between? 
 
 Sam {Nods, then jerking his thumb up- 
 wards) : Neat idea of hers. Wanted to take in 
 this shebang — had to open in town for the next 
 one. Shuts up the shop, bundles off the servants 
 to get the other place going, and we roost at 
 the Allisons' for a week. 
 
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 Miss E. (Sighing) : All that energy going to 
 waste ! Nothing done for humanity ! 
 
 Sam (Jerking his thumb back towards the 
 end of the mantel) : Mail for you there. 
 
 Miss E. : Oh, is there? I wondered why I 
 got none at dinner. (She goes to get it.) 
 
 Sam: Yours, ain't it? 
 
 Miss E. (Picking up several letters) : Yes. 
 
 Sam : Supposed you were the Society for the 
 Improvement of the Condition of Chinese Wo- 
 men. 
 
 Miss E. : Yes, people don't think you are re- 
 sponsible unless you are a Society. Nice sub- 
 stantial name, isn't it? Nothing faddy. 
 
 Sam : Name's all right. You never struck 
 me for that other subscription. That Butt-in 
 business. 
 
 Miss E. : Butt-in? Oh, Suttee you mean. 
 Well, the fact is I found I had to give up that. 
 It's dreadful to think of women burning them- 
 selves alive at their husbands' funerals and know 
 you are powerless to prevent them. 
 
 Sam : How's that ? 
 
 Miss E. : Both the Indian government and 
 the Missions wrote most indifferent letters and 
 a swami in Bombay sent me a pert and almost 
 insolent reply. Said he understood that in spite 
 of the law people sometimes committed suicide 
 even in this country. So what could I, one wo- 
 man, do against all that apathy. But the Sut- 
 tee subscriptions are being transferred to the 
 funds of my present Society. 
 
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 Sam : What's that for ? 
 
 Miss E. : The mutilation of Chinese women's 
 feet. We shall print things. Show by charts, 
 you know, just what happens to the nervous 
 system — when the feet are not permitted to de- 
 velop. I am credibly informed by a chiropodist 
 — no — that's not the word, a pedologist — that the 
 whole interior harmony of the body is deranged. 
 Besides, how ungraceful it is ! I'm sure you will 
 want to help. 
 
 Sam (Taking out some bills) : Well, here's 
 your fifty. 
 
 Miss E. (Taking them) : Oh, thank you. But 
 possibly you might want to examine into my 
 literature — before you subscribe. 
 
 Sam : All the same to me. Hindoo widows 
 or Chinese feet. 
 
 Miss E. (Appreciatively) : You have confi- 
 dence in me. Thank you so much. You won't 
 mind my seeing if there are any other subscrip- 
 tions here, while we're waiting. (She begins to 
 tear open the envelopes hastily and peek in each 
 one.) 
 
 Sam : Longer we wait, sooner we'll be back. 
 
 Miss E. ( With delight) : One, two ! — oh, here 
 are two letters by special delivery! 
 
 Sam : Got to catch you before you hear from 
 China. 
 
 Miss E. (Busy with her letters) : Subscrip- 
 tions both of them. I have struck the popular 
 chord at last! (Triumphantly.) All of them 
 subscriptions! It must be the colored chart of 
 
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 the nervous system. Americans are so absorbed 
 just now in their insides. 
 
 {Dodd enters by door left. He has on evening 
 clothes, a light coat, and a straw hat. Under 
 his arm he carries a bundle of pamphlets 
 and in the same hand a dress suit case which 
 he sets down very car ef idly.) 
 
 Miss E. : Ah, Colonel! 
 
 Dodd: Came in the back way. Cross lots 
 from the hotel. 
 
 Sam : What have you got there ? 
 
 Dodd : My workshop and papers. Don't sup- 
 pose Fd trust them in my trunk ? I'm all packed 
 up ready to come to breakfast. Hotel closes 
 at 8 a. m. sharp. 
 
 Miss E. : Why on earth didn't you arrange 
 to sleep here to-night? 
 
 Dodd {Whimsically) : Well, you see — the pro- 
 prieties must be observed. A young and single 
 man can't be visiting Judith until her husband 
 gets back. 
 
 Miss E. : Why, Colonel, how delicate! But 
 Mr. Bradley-Stone is here. 
 
 Dodd (Looking at Sam drolly) : I should call 
 him very much married. 
 
 Sam (Snorting) : Huh ! 
 
 Miss E. (Indicating bag) : Oh, do let me see 
 it. I'm so interested in science. All my projects 
 — if I do say so — are thoroughly grounded on 
 bed rock. You know he kills flies, Mr. Bradley- 
 Stone? Nasty typhoid things! 
 
 Dodd: Well, I haven't got to killing them yet. 
 
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 Vm only trying to find something else to kill 
 them. 
 
 Miss E. : Oh, tell me about it, do ! 
 
 DoDD : I warn you, Miss Ewing, not to set 
 me going. Besides, there's the party. 
 
 Sam : Looks like waiting all night for the 
 ladies. And don't mind me. 
 
 Dodd: Well, you see. Miss Ewing, an up-to- 
 date entomologist is a developer of enemies. 
 Bug against bug, you know. Even if all the 
 people in the world went around benevolently 
 slapping flies like you, it wouldn't make much 
 headway toward extermination. Nature is so 
 prolific, you know — in things we don't want. 
 (Miss E. is a trifle shocked.) But if we can 
 find a parasite — some little insect which we can 
 train to lay its eggs on the body of the fly — 
 then the problem is solved. The boarders will, 
 as it were, eat up the boarding-house. 
 
 Miss E. {In a superior manner hut with an 
 evident desire not to zvound his feelings) : Isn't 
 that a trifle — fanciful ? 
 
 DoDD : Perhaps so. We haven't yet found 
 a parasite we can coax to change his diet. But 
 there is the case of the ragweed weevil, you 
 know. 
 
 Miss E. (Chirruping) : The ragweed weevil? 
 
 DoDD : The bug that eats ragweed. And there 
 is a tiny insect which lays its eggs on him — 
 when he isn't looking, you know. Now, nobody 
 cares how much ragweed is chewed up, but we 
 do care how much cotton is destroyed by the 
 
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 cotton boll weevil. So a bright man thought if 
 all the ragweed weevils were killed off, the tiny 
 lady with the eggs might be made to take to 
 the cotton boll weevil for a boarding-house. 
 
 Thus, just about egg-laying time (Miss E. 
 
 is more and more shocked.) 
 
 Miss E. : Oh! 
 
 DoDD : All the ragweed was cut down and 
 the ragweed weevils all died of starvation. The 
 little parasite was forced to deposit its t.gg in 
 the cotton boll weevil. When the eggs hatched, 
 the weevils got pains in their tummies and turned 
 up their toes. And half the cotton crop which 
 they had expected to chew up was saved. 
 
 Miss E. : But — but — isn't that interfering 
 with the ways of Providence? 
 
 Dodd: Dear me, I suppose it is! {Pretend- 
 ing to think it out, he concludes triumphantly.) 
 But so is a man when he plants cotton, you 
 know. 
 
 Miss E. : But destroying a whole race of in- 
 sects! It seems presumptuous. {A little flur- 
 ried, conscious of an apparent zveakness in her 
 position.) While to slap them one by one is 
 surely what Heaven intended us to do ! 
 
 Dodd : I trust you will continue to slap them ! 
 Although we have scoured the world, we haven't 
 yet found a little mother who will let her chil- 
 dren feed on flies. 
 
 Miss E. : I should think not. The nasty 
 things ! 
 
 Judith {Appearing at the head of stairs in 
 
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 evening dress) : You don't mean to say Fm not 
 the last. (She comes down.) 
 
 Sam (Growling pleasantly) : Huh, that's her 
 specialty ! Have to get up early in the morning 
 to be later than Mrs. Samuel Bradley- Stone. 
 
 Judith : Brought your traps over I see, 
 Uncle Harry. You haven't changed your stub- 
 born old mind? I must tell the housekeeper 
 about your bed. 
 
 Dodd: Couldn't forsake the hotel. The last 
 night, you know. 
 
 Miss E. : That's his work. He's been telling 
 us all about it. So interesting — but a little irrev- 
 erent for my old-fashioned notions. ( To him. ) 
 But don't you find it in your way ? Your color- 
 bli — (She stops appalled, as both Judith and 
 Sam dart an apprehensive glance at the Colonel.) 
 
 Dodd (After a moment) : Dear me ! Yes. 
 
 Miss E. (Hastily, and much flustered) : I'd 
 better take these upstairs and put them away. 
 (She holds up the money and the letters.) Just 
 think, Judith, dear. The box is filling up. (Go- 
 ing up the stairs.) I never had so much money 
 before for any of my projects. 
 
 Judith : She got over a thousand dollars for 
 the petticoats. And more for the Suttee. Where 
 do you suppose it all comes from! 
 
 Sam : Fools. 
 
 Judith : And such ridiculous schemes ! 
 
 Dodd (Quaintly) : They show an original and 
 independent mind. 
 
 Judith : But they're so exquisitely useless. 
 
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 Dodd: Oh, I don't know. It's a good thing 
 for women to keep busy. 
 
 Judith (IVarmly) : Uncle Harry, you're 
 laughing at us. You know men are not so silly. 
 
 DoDD (Drolly) : How about alchemy and 
 squaring the circle? And perpetual motion? 
 
 Judith : But that was long ago. People are 
 grown up now. 
 
 Dodd: My dear. If you can tell me anything 
 more exquisitely useless than spending hundreds 
 of lives and millions of dollars discovering the 
 North Pole — I should like to hear it. 
 
 Sam : Waiting for your wife. 
 
 Mrs. B. (Appearing at the top of the steps. 
 She has on a lace gown. Miss Eunng follows 
 her) : What's that? Slanging your wife as 
 usual! {They come down.) Next week I shall 
 be going to three in an evening. How will you 
 like that? 
 
 Sam : Can't be late to all of them ! 
 
 Mrs. B. {With a sweet smile) : Judith, I 
 should think you'd die here all winter ! Nothing 
 to do. 
 
 Judith {As szi*eetly) : Nicholas likes the 
 simple life. 
 
 Mrs. B. : I should insist on my husband's 
 living in town. 
 
 Sam : Glad to. Keep away from home more. 
 
 Mrs. B. {Coming to him at the fireplace — 
 from> which he has never moved during entire 
 scene — and chucking him irritatingly under the 
 chin) : But you wouldn't let wee wifey go to par- 
 
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 ties alone — like Nicholas — would you, dear ? No, 
 he says he wouldn't. Didn't you hear him say 
 he wouldn't? 
 
 Sam {Moving away a step) : Aw, cut it out! 
 
 Miss E. {Of Mrs. B.'s gown) : What beau- 
 tiful lace! 
 
 Mrs. B. : Yes, I won it on a bet, didn't I, 
 Judith? {Follozmng her husband.) And he does 
 think wifey is so cute to get him a yacht club 
 of his very own and move the old one down to 
 the water — all with her sweet wifely arms. Don't 
 you think that's cute ? Yes, he says he does 
 
 Sam : Well, do we get this over or don't we ? 
 
 Judith : I suppose we ought to be starting. 
 
 Miss E. : But Jessica ! 
 
 Mrs, B. {Impatiently) : You don't mean to 
 say we've got to wait for Jessica? 
 
 Miss E. : She has decided to put on another 
 gown. 
 
 Sam : Sweet life ! 
 
 Judith : She can come with us. We can't 
 all go over at once, you know. 
 
 Mrs. B. (Szveetly) : How do you get along 
 with only one small car, Judith? 
 
 Judith {Sweetly) : It is inconvenient. Do 
 you mind coming back, Mr. Bradley-Stone? 
 
 Sam {Enthusiastically) : Great ! Another 
 half hour gone. 
 
 Judith : Then you can take them over now. 
 The three of them. 
 
 Dodd: Dear me! {Indicating his suit case.) 
 Couldn't leave my plates stacked up this way. 
 
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 Judith : I've got the nicest den for you — 
 just off the Hhrary. Come, I'll show it to you. 
 (She goes right.) 
 
 DoDD {Picking up his things and follozving) : 
 Good ! 
 
 (Miss Eiinng carefully puts on her veil over her 
 high piled zvhite hair and ties it under her 
 chin like a nun's cap. Mrs. Bradley-Stone 
 lifts up the lid of the bench by the stairs 
 and takes out her shoes.) 
 
 Mrs. B. : Sam. (He comes and puts on her 
 shoes. When he is -finished she puts on an auto- 
 mobile veil and does up her head in it in the 
 same manner as Miss Ewing. While Sam, 
 having got his hat and coat from the settle, 
 stands waiting impatiently) : Who's Jessica 
 dressing for to-night? Never any young men 
 at that place. 
 
 Miss E. (A little shocked): Of all things! 
 I've brought her up in the way she should go. 
 
 Mrs. B. : I knew a girl who was brought up 
 that way. And away she went. 
 
 Miss E. : I regret deeply she has no projects 
 on her mind. But I'm sure she has no men there. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Don't tell me a girl takes an hour 
 in dressing unless she has men on her mind. 
 
 Sam (Snorting) : Huh ! 
 
 Mrs. B. (Warmly) : You know very well, 
 Sam, I dress for women. But Jessica hasn't 
 got on to the necessity for that at her age. 
 
 Miss E. (Hesitatingly) : Well, the fact is — I 
 
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 dislike to speak of it before an unmarried man 
 like the Colonel — but she broke her stay-strings. 
 (Sighing.) She will lace too tight. 
 
 Sam (Casually) : Strap the feet in China. 
 
 Miss E. (Majestically) : How can you com- 
 pare them ! (Complacently conscious of her ozvn 
 well-kept proportions.) Certainly our racial idea 
 of the feminine figure is both correct and grace- 
 ful. Lacing with discretion does not derange 
 the nervous system. And though I don't like to 
 speak of such things, I am credibly informed that 
 even men should wear them. For physiological 
 reasons it would be indelicate to discuss. (She 
 goes to the door and opens it.) 
 
 Mrs. B. (To Sam) : She'll begin a campaign 
 on that next. But perhaps people wouldn't sub- 
 scribe for anything so near home. 
 
 Miss E. (Calling outside) : Why, Mr. Mar- 
 tini! (Calling inside.) Here's Mr. Martini. 
 
 Mrs. B. (To Sam) : That dago Mick! 
 
 Miss E. (To Barney, zvho appears at the door 
 in evening clothes) : Are you going with us to 
 the party? 
 
 Barney: Not been asked. 
 
 Mrs. B. (To Sam) : Well, I was going to 
 say if Judith had dragged him there! 
 
 Sam (Snorting) : You and he are as thick as 
 thieves. 
 
 Mrs. B. (Witheringly) : Only in business. 
 (Sweetly as Barney comes forward.) Good 
 evening, Mr. Martini. 
 
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 Barney: How are we to-night, huh? 
 
 Mrs. B. : Your last week-end. Too bad the 
 hotel's closing. 
 
 Barney : They'll keep me on. Got to have an 
 eye on filling in the marsh, you know. Expect 
 to be running in and out all the time. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Then it's nice for you that the Alli- 
 sons are here right along. Suppose you'll be 
 dropping into lunch occasionally? 
 
 Sam (Disgusted with her) : Are we going or 
 aren't we? (He goes up to Miss Ewing.) 
 
 Mrs. B. (To Barney in a lozver tone) : May 
 have something to tell you to-night. (Louder.) 
 You'll excuse us, Mr. Martini? Though I sup- 
 pose you came to see Mrs. Allison. (Going up.) 
 It's not an interesting party, anyway. Good 
 night. (The three exit.) 
 
 Barney (Alone. He walks about, comes to 
 table and takes up a little leather-bound book — 
 opens to fly-leaf and reads) : "Judith Allison, 
 her book." (Repeating, lingering on the ivords.) 
 Judith Allison, her book. (Looking around to 
 see again if he is alone, he raises it reverently to 
 his lips.) Sure, that can't hurt you, Madonna 
 mia! 
 
 Jessica (Appearing at top of stairs — her strazv 
 automobile bonnet hanging by its coquettish rib- 
 bons from her arm) : Tired of waiting? (She 
 cannot see him on account of the projection.) 
 
 Barney (Under his breath) : Och, the divil! 
 (He looks around the room and, realising that 
 he is in for another tcte-a-tete, he tiptoes to the 
 
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 upper right corner of the room, and stands by 
 window curtain, seeking to hide.) 
 
 Jessica (Coming down) : Why, where are 
 they all? (She comes out into the room. Bar- 
 ney, lifting the curtain slightly, tries to squeeze 
 in under it. She sees him and is alarmed.) Oh! 
 
 Barney (Urbanely, as he comes out) : How 
 are we to-night, huh? 
 
 Jessica (Surprised) : What were you doing 
 there ? 
 
 BarneIy (Very Irish) : Com-muning with 
 nayture. 
 
 Jessica: Where are they all? 
 
 Barney: Gone to the party. 
 
 Jessica: And left me alone? 
 
 Barney: They've gone, fast enough. 
 
 Jessica : And left me with you ? Quite alone ! 
 
 Barney (Taking fright at her tone) : Sure, 
 you will be in a minute. (Making for the door.) 
 Good night. 
 
 Jessica : Come here. I want to speak to you. 
 
 Barney (Coming sheepishly) : What is it 
 you want? 
 
 Jessica : Why haven't you tried to see me be- 
 fore? 
 
 Barney (Drolly) : Sure, I was so scared me 
 tongue clove to the roof of me mouth. 
 
 Jessica (Severely) : What have you got to 
 say for yourself? 
 
 Barney: Not a stivver. 
 
 Jessica: I don't believe you ever went near 
 the station. 
 
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 Barney (As if surprised) : Sure I did. And 
 a man buttonholed me. Didn't I write you ! 
 
 Jessica (Scornfully): After I wrote you! 
 As if you couldn't get rid of a man ! 
 
 Barney : Sure, they're easy. Just tell them 
 you've got a girl on hand. But you didn't want 
 me to tell him that, did you? He'd be after 
 watching to see who you were. 
 
 Jessica : I wish I knew whether you're lying 
 or not. I think you're making a fool of me. 
 
 Barney : The shoe ain't on the other foot? 
 
 Jessica (Taking a nezv tack) : I never saw 
 you in evening clothes before. 
 
 Barney (Strutting ivith frank vanity) : Nor 
 I. Just had 'em made. Like me? 
 
 Jessica : Splendid. What a fine chest you 
 have. You look like a modern cave-man. 
 
 Barney : Like a what ? 
 
 Jessica : A man who would drag a woman 
 off to his cave. 
 
 Barney (Dodging the suggestion) : It's the 
 mighty liar I am. 
 
 Jessica : Did you expect to see me here to- 
 night? Is that why you wore them? 
 
 Barney : Got to get used to them. Now I'm 
 coming out in society. 
 
 Jessica (With a sudden idea) : That's what 
 it is! You want to get to know people — now 
 you've made a beginning. And you're afraid it 
 would be a break. 
 
 Barney (Puzzled) : What? 
 
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 Jessica: That's why you didn't meet me. 
 Why you have avoided me. 
 
 Barney (Jocularly) : Sure, that's the reason. 
 It's the bright guesser, the Hkes of you. 
 
 Jessica : You weren't so stupid after all. But 
 you didn't think far enough. I could help you. 
 
 Barney : A girl like you ? Then my name 
 would be Dennis. 
 
 Jessica : Oh, you can do lots of things with- 
 out people knowing it. {Meaningly.) That's 
 what I'm always telling you. 
 
 Barney {Taking alarm at her tone, hut never- 
 theless entertaining the idea) : You'd put your 
 foot in it. 
 
 Jessica {Indignantly) : Oh, would I? I can 
 take you to this party to-night and it would seem 
 as if it just happened. I could plan out lots of 
 things for you, and nobody would guess. Do 
 you suppose that's all my mind's good for — 
 making center-pieces? A girl's got to do some- 
 thing tame and domestic. But always when I'm 
 embroidering — I'm planning, dreaming, making 
 pictures in my head. 
 
 Barney {Slightingly) : What of? 
 
 Jessica {Alluringly, hut with humor) : Of 
 stupid men with big chests. And how I could 
 help them get what they wanted — and people 
 wouldn't know I was doing it. When he's a 
 politician I get votes and lobby for him. When 
 he's in Wall Street I ferret out secrets for him. 
 But yours i^ the best dream of any ! Because 
 you're all in the making. And — and you're 
 
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 rough, and straight from the shoulder — and a 
 cave-man. (Softly.) Don't you want me to try? 
 
 Barney (Shrezvdly — not willing to lose her 
 services, but desirous of keeping himself free 
 from any entanglement) : I'm afraid you'd be 
 balHng it up. 
 
 Jessica (Warmly) : Didn't I get you where 
 you are to-night ! 
 
 Barney : Well, of all the nerve ! I got my- 
 self here. 
 
 Jessica (Disconcertingly) : How? 
 
 Barney: By (He stops.) 
 
 Jessica : Yes, you thought you were mighty 
 cunning. But don't you suppose Aunt would 
 have insisted on paying for that car if I hadn't 
 worked it? I told her it would hurt your feel- 
 ings. 
 
 Barney (Crestfallen) : You did? 
 
 Jessica : She's close, but not so close as all 
 that. And I worked Mrs. Allison, too. 
 
 Barney: Mrs. Allison? 
 
 Jessica : How could she have explained to 
 her husband your being here — if it hadn't been 
 on our account? You owe it all to me. That 
 was one of the things I was going to tell you if 
 you had come to the station. So you see you 
 have been letting me try without knowing it. 
 
 And I shall keep on — providing (She 
 
 pauses.) 
 
 Barney (Annoyed at her, and seeing what is 
 coming) : Oh, you might as well get it out. We 
 ain't talking pink ice cream. 
 
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 Jessica: Providing you do your share. And 
 — meet me at the station the next time. (Com- 
 ing to him, she bends towards him and speaks 
 in a soft, alhiring voice.) You will, won't you? 
 {Judith enters door left, sees them and stops 
 suddenly in the doorway. Surprised and 
 shocked at Jessica's attitude, she is aware 
 at the same time of an agitation, deeper and 
 of a different sort.) 
 
 Judith (With difficulty controlling her voice) : 
 Well, Jessica, down at last? 
 
 Jessica (Surprised and angry) : You ! (Re- 
 covering herself.) I thought you had all gone. 
 That somebody was coming back for me. 
 
 Judith : So there is. For you, Uncle Harry, 
 and me. 
 
 Jessica: And I was just asking Mr. Mar- 
 tini to take me. (With more assurance, seeing 
 how she can use the pretext to advantage.) He 
 didn't want to go because he hadn't been asked. 
 Of course I told him that any friend of yours 
 would be more than welcome. 
 
 Judith (Embarrassed) : I — ^^good evening, 
 Mr. Martini. 
 
 Barney (Advancing to meet her with more 
 than the cordiality of his usual salutation) : 
 How are we to-night, huh? 
 
 Jessica (Jealously noticing his tone) : So I 
 hope you will assure him I was right. (Barney 
 is about to protest, but not knowing what to say, 
 stands awkwardly, and embarrassed.) 
 
 Judith (After a moment, in a low voice) : 
 
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 I'm afraid there won't be room for the four 
 of us. 
 
 Jessica : There's the seat that lets down. 
 
 Barney (Explosively) : Mind your business! 
 (More mildly.) Don't you let her worry you, 
 Mrs. Allison. I wouldn't go even if there was 
 room. That is, unless you needed me. 
 
 Jessica (Smarting at his tone and at his ig- 
 noring her) : Oh, if Mrs. Allison needed you, 
 it would be all right. (With a sudden idea.) 
 That's it! I know where I stand now. That's 
 the reason you wouldn't (she stops.) 
 
 Judith (Coldly) : I don't know what you are 
 talking about, Jessica. 
 
 Jessica: You don't? I do very well and so 
 does he. And if you don't, you ought to. 
 
 Barney (Angrily) : That will be enough from 
 you! 
 
 Jessica: Oh, will it, Mr. Barney Martini? 
 I'll teach you to yell at me in that way. Mrs. 
 Allison 
 
 Barney : Shut up, I tell you ! 
 
 Jessica : I should think you'd be ashamed of 
 yourself. Because you know it and let it go on. 
 
 Judith : Know what, Jessica ? 
 
 Barney : Stop ! 
 
 Jessica: He is in love with you. 
 
 Judith (After a moment, quietly) : We will 
 say good evening, Mr. Martini. 
 
 Barney: Yes. (Turning to her awkwardly.) 
 Don't you let her worry you. (He starts to go 
 
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 and half turns again,) I guess my love ain't 
 the kind you need be ashamed of. 
 
 Judith (Slowly, thinking of herself) : No — 
 it is not of you I need be ashamed. 
 
 DoDD (Entering by door left) : Not a plate 
 damaged ! (Seeing something is zvrong, he darts 
 a quick look at Judith, then at Jessica and 
 Barney.) Didn't know you were bound this 
 way, Mr. Martini, or I'd have asked you to help 
 me with my traps. But everything is as right 
 as toast. If you have any time to spare from 
 that sea-wall of yours, I'd get you to have a 
 fence built around my property. 
 (Judith leaves the group and going to chair 
 right front sits quietly, staring straight ahead 
 of her.) 
 
 Jessica: Your property, Colonel? 
 
 DoDD (Quaintly) : Mrs. Allison has conferred 
 upon me the sole rights to one desk to have and 
 to hold for the length of my stay. I want to 
 keep out all trespassers. Especially young la- 
 dies, Miss Jessica. A fence confers all legal 
 rights of property holders, doesn't it, Mr. Mar- 
 tini? Not even that formidable person, a real 
 estate agent, dares cross a fence? Or must I 
 have a sign on it, Miss Jessica ? No trespassing 
 allowed? (Jle is speaking to Ull up time and is 
 all the while glancing from Judith to Jessica 
 and Barney, endeavoring to make up his mind 
 as to the cause of the disturbance.) 
 
 Jessica : Better ask Mr. Martini. I'm not an 
 authority on trespassing. (Barney is about to 
 
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 retort hotly, but controls himself.) But I 
 shouldn't think a mere fence would keep out 
 meddlers. To say nothing of real estate agents. 
 
 Barney: Sure I wish I had a fence around 
 me. It would keep off squatters anyway. 
 
 Jessica (Turning away furiously): Oh! 
 
 DoDD ( Who by this time has made up his mind 
 that the trouble lies with Jessica and Barney) : 
 Then there are squatters, too, as well as tres- 
 passers? Dear me, how hard it is to establish 
 one's rights! I shall have an eye on both of 
 you. 
 
 Barney: Then I'll be after running away. 
 Good night. {Judith rises instinctively and 
 looks toward him — he pauses uncertainly and 
 then, taking out of the pocket the little book 
 which he had slipped there when Jessica sur- 
 prised him, he comes dozvn to her at extreme 
 right. ) Speaking of property, I was carting off 
 some of yours. {He holds it out, regarding her 
 with dumb zvist fulness.) 
 
 Judith: Mine? 
 
 Barney : It has your name in it. I was look- 
 ing at it. 
 
 DoDD {Noting that Jessica is regarding them 
 jealously, he picks up her automobile bonnet) : 
 Is this a bonnet or a basket? Miss Jessica, I 
 dare you to put it on. {Jessica takes it from 
 him, somewhat ungraciously, and begins to put 
 it on.) 
 
 Judith {To Barney in a low voice) : I must 
 see you. Come back when they go. 
 
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 DoDD (Quaintly) : I thought I heard there was 
 to be a party. 
 
 Judith (Advancing to the Colonel^ leaving 
 the hook in Barney's hand) : The car will be 
 here presently. But Fm afraid you must both 
 go without me. I have such a headache coming 
 on. 
 
 DoDD : Judy, dear ! 
 
 Judith : It's nothing. Only I must lie down. 
 Jessica will make my excuses. 
 
 Jessica (Darting a quick look at Barney) : 
 Oh, yes. I'm so sorry. 
 
 Judith: Have a pleasant evening. (Going 
 up the stairs.) 
 
 DoDD : Dear me, now that's too bad ! 
 
 Jessica (To Barney, who still holds the book 
 in his hand) : Hard to give up other people's 
 property, isn't it? Especially if they're not will- 
 ing to take anything from one. (Turning to 
 Dodd) Colonel, would you ever have suspected 
 that Mr. Martini couldn't stand teasing. I asked 
 him to go to the party and he thought I was 
 making fun of him. As if his not being asked 
 mattered. (To Barney, seeking to recover her 
 lost ground) Don't be cross, Mr. Martini. I'm 
 sorry I said a little more than I ought to. It was 
 because I thought you didn't want me. Won't 
 you forgive me and come? (Without waiting 
 for an answer she turns to Dodd) Colonel, 
 where is your hat? Now that Mrs. Allison isn't 
 going, I know you hate me for dragging you 
 out at this time of night. But I can go alone 
 
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 easily, or Mr. Martini would be kind enough 
 to come as far as the door. 
 
 DoDD (Getting his hat) : You think I'm too 
 old to like parties? I would rather go to a 
 party than eat. 
 
 Jessica: Here comes the car. Now, Colonel, 
 be perfectly frank. Don't come just to escort 
 me. Mr. Martini will go, I'm sure. 
 
 Sam (Opening the door) : All aboard. Step 
 lively. 
 
 Jessica (Disappointed) : Too bad you had to 
 come back for us. 
 
 Sam : Wish there was another load ! 
 
 DoDD (Putting dozi'H his hat) : Well, frankly, 
 Miss Jessica, I guess you're right. I'm too old 
 to go skylarking at this time of night. 
 
 Jessica (Realizing that his idea has been to 
 keep Barney from going): Oh! Won't you 
 come, Mr. Martini? 
 
 Barney (Shortly) : No, thanks. 
 
 Jessica : Excuse me. I forgot you said good 
 night a while ago. 
 
 Sam : Where's Judith ? 
 
 Jessica: She isn't going. Severe headache 
 suddenly. (To Dodd) Suppose you don't mind 
 doing the honors for Mr. Martini, Colonel, since 
 you are stopping here. 
 
 Dodd: I'm at the hotel to-night. 
 
 Jessica : Oh, then you'll both walk over to- 
 gether. (She takes the key from the side of the 
 door and turns) How dark it is. Help me down, 
 Mr. Bradley-Stone. Oh, wait a minute. (Turn- 
 
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 ing back) I'll just slip the catch. You might 
 forget it, Colonel, and the servants are all in 
 the other part of the house. {She slips it) You 
 never know when somebody might be walking 
 in. Good night. (Turning) Don't let me fall, 
 Mr. Bradley- Stone. (They exit. 
 Barney and Dodd, left alone, survey each other 
 with some humorous appreciation of the 
 situation.) 
 
 Barney (Breaking the silence) : Have a cigar. 
 (Producing two, he hands Dodd one.) 
 
 Dodd: Thanks. 
 
 Barney (Looking for matches) : I've left my 
 lights in my other clothes. 
 
 Dodd: Here are some, I guess. (Going to 
 mantel he gets a match, lights Barney's cigar 
 and his own) How long will you be with the 
 sea-wall ? 
 
 Barney: Off and on — all winter. 
 
 Dodd: The clubhouse won't be open by sum- 
 mer, then? 
 
 Barney : Begun already. All firm land where 
 that is. 
 
 Dodd: Pretty expensive operation? 
 
 Barney: Quite tidy. But we make it up on 
 the two properties together. 
 
 Dodd: The two? 
 
 Barney: The old club's in the dicker. Didn't 
 you know? But come to think, it's just been 
 settled at a private meeting of the Board. We're 
 waiting for them to pay something down. 
 
 Dodd: Dear me! Mrs. Bradley-Stone has a 
 
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 way with her, hasn't she? I should have 
 thought that would go before the members. 
 
 Barney : What's the odds ? They voted for 
 the new place and left the disposal of the old 
 to the Board — as I understand it. 
 
 DoDD : To be sure. — Going my way ? 
 Barney: For a piece. Thought I'd stroll a 
 bit. 
 
 Dodd: Might as well be moving. {They get 
 to the door) Dear me, who would have sup- 
 posed Miss Jessica would have been so thought- 
 ful. Fm sure I should have forgotten to slip 
 the catch, wouldn't you? 
 
 Barney : She'll make some man a nice wife. 
 Dodd: Locking him out, you mean. {He 
 pauses) Dear me, I almost forgot something 
 else. One of my pamphlets. Don't wait, Fll 
 catch up with you. {He goes by door left and 
 carefully closes it behind him. 
 Barney unslips the catch quickly. Coming 
 hack a step or two, he pauses for delibera- 
 tion, glances at door left and then up the 
 stairs. Reconsidering, he goes and slips the 
 catch again. Then taking the book from 
 his pocket, he lays it on the stairway be- 
 tween the railings on a level zvith his shoul- 
 der. He exits. Dodd returns and seeing 
 Barney has gone, goes quickly to the door 
 and inspects the latch. He stands a moment 
 thoughtfidly, scratching his head.) 
 Dodd {In a tone of relief) : Jessica, not Ju- 
 
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 dith, thank God! (He goes, shutting the door 
 softly after him. 
 
 The stage is empty. A clock in another room 
 strikes eleven in deep tones. After a mo- 
 ment Judith comes to the head of the stairs 
 and looks down. She is in a negligee gown 
 with long, loose sleeves.) 
 Judith {Coming down a stair or two) : Are 
 you all gone? (She comes all the way down 
 and out into the room, and assures herself that 
 no one is there. As she goes back she sees the 
 book, takes it down and looks at it. It makes 
 her think of Barney as he intended — holding it 
 in her hand, she goes to the door and unslips 
 the catch. Coming back she sits upon the stairs 
 a few steps up. Taking a package from the 
 bosom of her gown, evidently a silk handker- 
 chief knotted about some articles, she slips the 
 book into it and puts the package beside her on 
 the stairs. Then with her elbozvs on her knees 
 and her chin in her hands, she waits. Noticing 
 that her arms are bare, her sleeves having fallen 
 back, she tries to cover them. Then as if real- 
 ising her undressed condition, she rises quickly 
 as though she had decided to change her gown 
 and turns up the stairs. But thinking better of 
 it, she sits again and her eye then falls on the 
 button in the wall zuhich puts out the lights. 
 She reaches down and touches it and the lights 
 go out. Again for a moment the stage is silent, 
 then somebody is heard at the door. The person 
 enters and closes it behind them. She speaks to 
 
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 him in a strained voice — half whisper, half 
 speech.) 
 
 Are you there ? Take this. It makes us quits. 
 I must not see you again. I shall remember 
 what you said to me. I was never to think for 
 a moment you weren't on the level with me. I 
 shall never think it as long as I live. Good-by. 
 
 {There is a sound of a quick movement and the 
 lights go up suddenly, disclosing the back of 
 a man zvho has come forivard and turned 
 them on. As the two catch sight of each 
 other, she stands staring at him petrified and 
 he starts back into the holhvay. The man is 
 Nicholas. ) 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
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ACT FOUR 
 
ACT IV. 
 
 (Curtain discloses the picture with which the 
 last act ended.) 
 
 Nicholas: You? (Judith, her eyes dilated, 
 gases at him unrealizingly and looks unldly up 
 at the stairs imth the primary instinct of flight. 
 Then she turns her eyes to him again. He now 
 speaks to her in a quiet voice of command.) 
 Come down. 
 
 (Judith, after a moment, descends slowly and 
 walks draggingly to the mantel. Against 
 this she leans for support. The sudden en- 
 counter has plainly been too much for her 
 physical strength. He follozvs her and puts 
 the bag on the table — and turns facing her, 
 waiting in silence for her to begin.) 
 Judith (Lifelessly, zvith a catch of her 
 breath) : How did you come? 
 Nicholas: I got a lift out. 
 Judith (Still in the same lifeless voice) : I 
 didn't see how you could get here by train. 
 
 Nicholas (Without either sternness or kind- 
 ness, but desirous of giving her time to recover 
 herself) : I thought you would be at the party. 
 
 Judith (Speaking still as if she had a zveight 
 on her breath) : The others went. I said I had 
 
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 a headache. I suppose you — you want to hear 
 all. (He does not answer — she goes on.) What 
 a stupid thing to say. But — I am getting my 
 mind together. Some of it will wound you. I 
 should like to spare you that part of it. Must 
 I tell you all ? 
 
 Nicholas (In his neutral voice of withhold- 
 ing judgment) : Spare me nothing. (She goes 
 and sits left.) 
 
 Judith : It has been going on all summer, 
 from the day I met him. 
 
 Nicholas : Him ? Martini ? 
 
 Judith : Yes. He came here to look up some 
 property. I helped him with it. By accident — 
 but I took advantage of it. I cheated you to 
 get money to give to him. 
 
 Nicholas (Slowly) : There must be no need 
 of going into this again. Tell me how. 
 
 Judith : I bought clothes on the bill and sold 
 them. 
 
 Nicholas : To whom ? 
 
 Judith : To Mrs. Bradley-Stone. 
 
 Nicholas: Yes. 
 
 Judith : The business grew on our hands 
 
 Nicholas: Ours? 
 
 Judith : His and mine. 
 
 Nicholas: Oh, you meant you gave him 
 money in that way? 
 
 Judith : Yes, we decided (Her mind iixed 
 
 on the main point) But all that doesn't matter. 
 
 Nicholas : Everything matters. 
 
 Judith : We planned to put the clubhouse on 
 
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 the property. And when it was moved, open up 
 the old grounds into building lots. 
 
 Nicholas (Thinking it out) : The old 
 grounds. Then the post office 
 
 Judith : That was why I asked you to get it 
 changed. 
 
 Nicholas (More sternly than before, hut still 
 neutrally) : To use my influence. Yes. 
 
 Judith : So things went on. All the plans 
 were successful. But to-night I felt our rela- 
 tions — his and mine — must be broken off abrupt- 
 ly. Something happened. 
 
 Nicholas: What was it? 
 
 Judith : I am coming to that. I felt that I 
 must get free of him entirely. He had advanced 
 me money. 
 
 Nicholas: For what? 
 
 Judith : For building the sea-wall. I told you 
 we were partners. We did not expect to have 
 to get it underway at once, before we got the 
 other money. And the time was not ripe to put 
 the club grounds on the market. 
 
 Nicholas (Grimly) : Because you had not yet 
 arranged about the post office. I see. 
 
 Judith: Yes. (Going back and beginning 
 over again) He had advanced the money. I 
 could not merely make him a present of my in- 
 terest and end it that way. He had incurred 
 heavy expenses and he could not realize on my 
 share yet. Not until the club paid us for the new 
 property. Besides he had borrowed already as 
 
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 much as he could. So if I was to end it all at 
 once I must give him my half of the advances. 
 
 Nicholas : Why must you end it all at once ? 
 
 Judith : I am coming to that. So in my room 
 I thought of a way to get the money. The fund 
 Miss Ewing has been collecting. 
 
 Nicholas: What must she have thought! 
 What excuse had you to make to her? 
 
 Judith {Without faltering) ; I did not bor- 
 row it. 
 
 Nicholas: Good God! 
 
 Judith : She had showed me the box in her 
 trunk. Where she put the subscriptions as they 
 came in. She kept the key under the mattress. 
 
 Nicholas {Incredibly) : You took it? 
 
 Judith : Yes ; most of it. 
 
 Nicholas {Quietly and searchingly, hut as if 
 it were unbelievable) : You — my wife ! 
 
 Judith : Yes. 
 
 Nicholas {In despair) : Deceiving me all 
 these months — cheating me. But at least you 
 were stealing from me. Now 
 
 Judith : And that is not all. 
 
 Nicholas: No. {Very gravely and slowly) 
 Nor is it all that you have made a tool of me. 
 You have made me an accomplice. {She stares 
 at him in surprise) You got me to use my in- 
 fluence to further a private scheme. If it were 
 known that my wife had financially benefited 
 by the removal of the post office I should forfeit 
 every decent man's respect. As it is, I have for- 
 feited my own. You have degraded me ! 
 
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 Judith (Springing up — zvitli the first emo- 
 tion she has shozvn) : Oh, Nicholas, I beg you to 
 believe I never thought of that ! I never dreamed 
 of it! 
 
 Nicholas (Bitterly) : No. You simply wanted 
 to succeed. And I was a tool close at hand, 
 and, as it happened, just the thing you could 
 use. Could you not have left me out of it? 
 Your husband whom you were deliberately de- 
 ceiving and cheating all the time? It fills me 
 with shame. 
 
 Judith : Nicholas, 1 — I do not know what to 
 say. I am overwhelmed. 
 
 Nicholas : That is no worse than the rest, 
 except that there was more at stake. In each 
 instance you have made me contribute to your 
 schemes — schemes that you knew I would hold 
 in abhorrence. You used my position as a mem- 
 ber of this community to get the post office you 
 would privately profit by. What would any 
 public man say to that? You manipulated me 
 as a member of the club to sell some property 
 you had secretly bought. What would any of 
 the members — your other dupes — say to that? 
 You systematically cheated your husband to 
 make the money to engage in speculations you 
 knew he would not have permitted. Can you 
 deny it? 
 
 Judith : I have no wish to deny anything, 
 Nicholas. 
 
 Nicholas: And with a common sharp and 
 blackleg. Since he was becoming so intimate 
 
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 here I had him looked up. 1 meant to tell you 
 before I kicked him out. And now — my wife to 
 be hand-and-glove with him in his dirty schemes ! 
 
 Judith : What he may have been and done 
 with others I do not know. But with me he has 
 been honest and a gentleman. 
 
 Nicholas : A gentleman ! 
 
 Judith : Yes, in heart — a chivalrous gentle- 
 man. But I tell you the blame is mine. Let us 
 leave him out of the question. At least out of 
 this part of it. 
 
 Nicholas: This part of it? What do you 
 mean ? 
 
 Judith : I mean as far as our business inter- 
 ests went, I was the ringleader. Making use of 
 his practical knowledge to help myself. 
 
 Nicholas : To help yourself ? Why ? To 
 what ? 
 
 Judith {Vehemently) : To get out. 
 
 Nicholas (Alarmed and bezinldered) : Out of 
 what? 
 
 Judith : This dead stagnation of doing noth- 
 ing ! This utter emptiness of life ! 
 
 Nicholas : We have spoken of this before, 
 Judith. I thought you saw then how inexpressi- 
 bly painful it was to me — to know that your 
 husband's life and home did not content you. 
 
 Judith (Wearily) : Yes, we have talked of 
 this before. But you asked me why I did it 
 and I told you. 
 
 Nicholas (Sorrowfully) : And you see what 
 it has led to. Deception, trickery, and now — 
 
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 (suddenly) Thank God, you were saved from be- 
 coming a thief ! 
 
 Judith (Soberly) I have not been saved! I 
 am a thief. In your sight and in mine. 
 
 Nicholas (Despondently) : Yes. It has led 
 you to all of them — deception, trickery and theft. 
 
 Judith : Nicholas, I do not wish to defend 
 myself. But I must make things plain between 
 us. The deception you have made necessary. 
 I regret it, but I could do nothing else. I have 
 a right to my life as well as you. 
 
 Nicholas : Your life ! 
 
 Judith : The trickery I regret also. But it 
 was only common business practice. The ugly 
 part was that I couldn't do it openly. That, 
 too, was made necessary by you. The stealing 
 from your purse I admit. Nothing should have 
 made me stoop to that. I should have told you 
 I would no longer put up with being penniless. 
 
 Nicholas (Slowly) : It fills me with horror 
 to see how adroit your mind has become. In 
 finding plausible excuses — as little by little you 
 have gone on from bad to worse. You admit 
 you should not have stolen from me. How about 
 — the other ? Can you defend that ? 
 
 Judith : No, Nicholas ; but that was not caused 
 by anything that went before. That was what I 
 meant when I said I wanted to spare you pain. 
 
 Nicholas (Laughing hardly) : Good God, has 
 there not been pain ! To find my wife guilty of 
 all this! Of discontent with her husband's 
 home ! Of peddling his property ! Of trading 
 
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 upon his honor ! A husband who got you every- 
 thing you wanted — my God ! I was bringing 
 home to you to-night the post office — because 
 you said you wanted it. 
 
 Judith : I told you, Nicholas, I had not fore- 
 seen that. And if I had known it beforehand, I 
 would have done anything rather than that. I 
 beg of you to believe me. But at the time — be- 
 fore I began telling you all this — I thought that 
 only one thing would wound you. I knew the 
 rest would shock and outrage you, shake you to 
 the soul. But I thought only one thing would 
 really wound you — in your heart. I am not so 
 sure about that now. 
 
 Nicholas: What is it? 
 
 Judith : The day we — he and I — got the idea 
 
 for the post (She breaks off) Believe me, 
 
 he knew nothing about what I thought of doing. 
 He only said we must try to get it moved. He 
 does not know yet that I spoke to you. — That 
 day I saw — he cared for me. It was the day I 
 was coming to your office. I wanted to confess 
 everything. 
 
 Nicholas (Wincing) : I thought it was be- 
 cause I left without saying good-by to you. 
 
 Judith : You had no right to think that was 
 all. I told you there was something else. I 
 tried to tell you afterwards, you remember. 
 
 Nicholas: Go on. 
 
 Judith : Then, as time passed, I saw plainly 
 his — his feeling for me. He was so honest, so 
 reverent about it. When such things happen to 
 
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 a woman, it is a tribute hard to pass by. And 
 so — I felt grateful for it. I even gloried in it. 
 Then to-night, something happened to make me 
 see it in another light. 
 
 Nicholas : See what ? 
 
 Judith (Faltcringly) : That he — cared for me. 
 
 Nicholas: But you had seen that already. 
 
 Judith : This was different. It was before 
 somebody else. 
 
 Nicholas: Who? 
 
 Judith : Jessica. And it was not until 
 
 Nicholas: Until what? 
 
 Judith : I thought I saw another woman tak- 
 ing my place with him. And I found suddenly 
 that I was jealous ! That came up before me — 
 all at once — in a moment. And before I had 
 time to see what it meant Jessica accused me. 
 
 Nicholas (Tensely) : Of what? 
 
 Judith : Of knowing that he loved me and let- 
 ting it go on. And then he said — before her — 
 that he loved me. Said it simply and respect- 
 fully. And that time 
 
 Nicholas: That time? 
 
 Judith : I was no longer troubled by it. I was 
 not even grateful any more. I was — you said I 
 should tell you everything — I was — glad. When 
 I found out I was glad, the floor seemed to slip 
 under me. I felt I must do something at once — 
 at once to end it. 
 
 Nicholas: What was it you did? 
 
 Judith : I told him to come back when the 
 others had gone. I said I had a headache and 
 
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 went to my room. I intended there to find out 
 some way to end it. Then I thought of Miss 
 Ewing's money. I took it. And there you have 
 it all— all. 
 
 Nicholas (Recovering from the strain he has 
 been under) : But why did you have to end it all 
 at once? That moment? 
 
 Judith : Don't you understand ? I was in a 
 panic. I had found out that I was glad that he 
 loved me. It seemed to me I must save myself 
 at once. End our relations and never see him 
 again. 
 
 Nicholas {Persisting) : But why could you 
 not have waited until morning? Have told me 
 all about it and let me help you out? 
 
 Judith : You ? You were the last one I 
 wished to know. I should have told you nothing 
 but for this. 
 
 Nicholas: You would have gone on deceiv- 
 ing me? 
 
 Judith : In that — yes. I should have thought 
 it best. But I should not have gone on seeing 
 him. 
 
 Nicholas (Searchingly) : Judith, do you no 
 longer love me? 
 
 Judith (After looking at him as keenly) : 
 Of course I should have put him out of my 
 thoughts as fast as I could, if that is what you 
 mean. 
 
 Nicholas (Taking this for an answer and 
 stiffening) : Oh ! (After a moment, coldly) 
 
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 And what good has all this done you ? You still 
 have the half-interest to be settled up. 
 
 Judith (As coldly) : Yes, I see that now. 
 But it can be done without my meeting him 
 again. What do you propose to do? You will 
 send him a check of course. 
 
 Nicholas : A check — for what ? 
 
 Judith (Pointing to the table) For this 
 money. (Going to it and taking it) They will 
 be getting home. I must replace it. (Soberly) 
 Now that it is no longer necessary for any one 
 to know I was a thief. 
 
 Nicholas (To himself in agitation) : Let me 
 think, let me think! (She is at the staircase) 
 Come back ! (She turns qiiestioningly — he con- 
 tinues slozvly and in pain ) You will give him this 
 money. 
 
 Judith (Not understanding) : But Miss 
 
 Ewing? 
 
 Nicholas: I will give the check to her. 
 
 Judith (Thunderstruck) : I do not under- 
 stand. 
 
 Nicholas : We must have no more deception. 
 
 Judith (Slozvly) : You have the right to make 
 your own tenns. 
 
 Nicholas (Dully) : I cannot connive at this. 
 God knows I would shield you if i could. You 
 say I have been to blame. 1 do not see it. but 
 perhaps you are right. We will take the blame 
 together then. 
 
 Judith (More slozvly and zvonderingly) : So 
 — that — is — your — idea ? 
 
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 Nicholas: You took this money. It was only 
 a chance that you did not dehver it where you 
 intended. All my life long I should feel that we 
 had conspired together to conceal your guilt. 
 Judith, do you not see? Let us be independent 
 of accidents. Let us scorn to take advantage of 
 circumstances. You knew when you took this 
 money it would be found out. You were will- 
 ing to undergo the humiliation, were you not? 
 Very well. I will taste it with you. We will 
 drink of it together. You told me that I did 
 not share. I will share this, and we will begin 
 our life together again, knowing that we have 
 nothing to hide — that such as we are, we can 
 look the world in the face. 
 
 Judith (Catching his moral glow) : Yes, you 
 are right. I will tell her. (She puts the pack- 
 age on the table — as she turns from it, she lis- 
 tens suddenly) Hush! (The handle of the door 
 is turned stealthily and the door is opened. Bar- 
 ney enters and closes it behind him. He cannot 
 see who is in the room on account of the pro- 
 jection.) 
 
 Nicholas: Come in. 
 (Barney looks in surprise on hearing the voice. 
 Judith goes to extreme right and stands gat- 
 ing in front of her, her hands instinctively 
 grasping a chair for support. Nicholas 
 who is looking at her, meets her glance of 
 appeal. Barney, after a moment, comes 
 forward into the room and seeing Judith 
 pauses, wondering what to expect.) 
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 Barney (To Nicholas) : How are we to-night, 
 huh? 
 
 Nicholas (Sternly, but in a controlled 
 voice) : There on the table you will find some 
 money which Mrs. Allison owes you. Her share 
 of the expenses incurred. You will wind up her 
 partnership with you as soon as possible. And 
 by letter to me. 
 
 Barney (Looking in perplexity and dismay 
 at Judith, who still keeps her hack to him. He 
 speaks to her wistfully) : Have I done anything, 
 Mrs. Alhson? What's the matter? Huh? 
 
 Nicholas (Quickly and anxious to make it 
 as easy for her as possible) : I do not wish this 
 relation to continue. 
 
 Barney (Timidly) : Is — that your wish, Mrs. 
 Allison ? 
 
 Judith (Slozvly, unthout turning) : Yes. 
 
 Barney (To him, humbly and conciliatitigly) : 
 Say, you needn't be so close about it. What 
 have I done? 
 
 Nicholas (More firmly, but restraining him- 
 self on Judith's account) : Mrs. Allison has en- 
 gaged in this affair without my knowledge. I 
 should never have allowed it. To-night it ceases 
 at once, and for all. 
 
 Barney (Slowly) : Well, of course, you've got 
 the right. Is that your wish, Mrs. Allison? 
 
 Judith (Without turning) : Yes. 
 
 Nicholas (Pointing to the money) : Take it. 
 (Barney, zvith his eyes upon Judith, goes to the 
 table and puts his hand upon the package and 
 
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 lifts it slowly. Nicholas nozv for the first time 
 breaks out passionately) Now, get out of my. 
 house, and never enter it again! 
 
 (Judith, about to turn, grips the chair and forces 
 herself to remain still.) 
 
 Barney (Turning upon him angrily) : What 
 do you mean ? Huh ? Huh ? Huh ? ( The tzvo 
 men stand facing each other, though at some dis- 
 tance. Barney goes on defiantly) Tell me what 
 you've got to say ! (Still facing Nicholas he 
 throzus the package down upon the table. It 
 strikes the wood sharply. Barney is arrested at 
 the sound and falls immediately from his trucu- 
 lent attitude. He turns zvistfully to Judith again) 
 What else is in it, Mrs. Allison? 
 
 Nicholas : When my wife asked you to return 
 to-night she meant to give you that. Take it, 
 I tell you, and go. 
 
 Barney (Paying no attention to him, and fal- 
 teringly) : Guess I'll see what's in it first. (He 
 unties the handkerchief on the table. Then 
 wretchedly in a voice of expectation confirmed) 
 My watch! 
 
 Nicholas ( With amazement) : Your watch ! 
 (To her in anguish) Judith? 
 
 Barney : I pawned it to her. 
 
 Nicholas: Pawned! 
 
 Barney (Hotly) : You didn't expect she'd 
 pinched it, did you? (He turns disconsolately to 
 the table again) Oh! (He lifts the little book 
 wonderingly and turns to Judith.) 
 
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 Nicholas: Take your possessions and pass 
 out of our lives forever. 
 
 Barney (Still looking at Judith) : Did you 
 mean that ? When you did it up for me ? 
 
 Judith {Without turning)'. Yes. 
 
 Barney {Joyfully and with profound relief) : 
 I see ! {In a tone which seems jocular to Nicho- 
 las) All right, Mr. Allison. {He puts the book 
 tenderly in his inside pocket, thrusts the money 
 loosely into his coat pocket, and puts the zvatch 
 in his waistcoat and affixes the chain.) 
 
 Nicholas {To whom these operations seem 
 sheer effrontery) : Have you finished ? 
 
 Barney {Looking at him squarely) : Yes. 
 {With another look at Judith, he pauses uncer- 
 tainly and absently takes his zvatch from his 
 pocket and fingering it, begins to wind it. No- 
 ticing this, he says naively to Nicholas) You 
 might tell me what time it is. {Judith bursts 
 into hysterical laughter and sits down.) 
 
 Nicholas {Infuriated at this double af- 
 front) : Is it not enough that you come skulking 
 into my house — but you must go swaggering out 
 of it ! You and your dirty schemes no honest 
 man would touch ! You low-lived sharper and 
 trickster! {Judith, fearing an outbreak on Bar- 
 ney's part rises instinctively.) 
 
 Barney {Good-humoredly) : It's the Irish in 
 me. {Emphasizing his brogue) The fine nose 
 for business it will be christened some day. 
 When I move down on Wall Street. Next to 
 you! 
 
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 Nicholas (More angrily): How dare you! 
 Compare your trickery to my business methods! 
 You and your peanut swindles! 
 
 Barney (Still good-humoredly, hut with a 
 note of warning in his voice) : That's the Eye- 
 taHan cropping out. I served me apprenticeship 
 in the fruit-peddhng industry. But in time I'll 
 get to large legitimate deals — like yours. 
 
 Nicholas: You 
 
 Judith (Breaking in peremptorily) : Good 
 night, Mr. Martini I 
 
 Nicholas (Stung by her implication that he 
 is not conducting himself fitly) : Not content 
 with using my wife as a cat's-paw ! With cor- 
 rupting her loyalty! Making her trade upon 
 her friendships and her husband's honor ! Now 
 you must attack my reputation! 
 
 Judith (Seeking to stop him) : Nicholas! 
 
 Nicholas (Beside himseli) : My reputation. 
 That I must shelter her with. Since you have 
 made her a common thief. 
 
 Barney (Furiously) : What? Who says so? 
 
 Nicholas (Realising that he has said too 
 much hut not knotting hoiv to get out of it) : 
 Leave my house ! 
 
 Barney: What do you mean? Huh? Huh? 
 Huh? 
 
 Nicholas (Doggedly) : Her eyes opened at 
 last, she stole that money to get rid of you. 
 
 Judith (Sinking hopelessly into a chair) : Oh, 
 Nicholas, Nicholas ! 
 
 Barney : Stole it ? Well, what of it ! A man's 
 
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 pocket is his wife's — as my mother used to say 
 when she helped herself. (In an exaggerated 
 brogue he pretends to be quoting from her) 
 ''It's the dir-rty spalpeen as would lay that name 
 to his wife for taking- her own." 
 
 Nicholas (Making the application) : It was 
 before I returned. Or none of this would have 
 happened. 
 
 Barney: Before? (Helplessly) From some 
 one in the house? (Energetically) Man, man, 
 what are you doing! Here! (Running to Ju- 
 dith he tries to cram the money into her hand.) 
 
 Judith (Rising and retreating) : No! 
 
 Barney: Quick. Put it back. (Following 
 her) : Before they come. 
 
 Judith (Crying out instinctively for aid) : 
 Nicholas ! 
 
 Nicholas : Stop ! She shall not put it back. 
 
 Barney : Not ? 
 
 Nicholas: We have talked it over. She is 
 ready to face the consequences. And I with her. 
 
 Barney (Frantically): The consequences? 
 The consequences? But there will be no conse- 
 quences. 
 
 Nicholas (Loftily) : Of course you could not 
 understand. 
 
 Barney : What ? 
 
 Nicholas : That I cannot — that she would not 
 have me connive at this. That we feel the need 
 of expiation. 
 
 Barney: Expiation? Rats! You talk like 
 a kid. You would call her a thief before the 
 
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 world? To tickle your mush of a conscience? 
 You better feed it with something else than your 
 wife ! You aren't worth licking her shoes. 
 {Pleadingly) Take it, Madonna ! Mavourneen ! 
 
 Judith : No ! 
 
 Barney {Turning on him furiously) : This is 
 your work. She's got too much sense for that 
 stuff. Come, be a man. Tell her to take it. 
 
 Nicholas {In exaltation) : No; we cannot af- 
 ford to dodge the results. The thing itself we 
 cannot undo — but we can atone together. 
 
 Barney {Striding up and down, beside him- 
 self with anger) : Mush ! Mush ! I'll tell you 
 what you can't afford to do. To look your sniv- 
 eling self in the face. If you did, you'd see 
 there that you want to pamper your own right- 
 eousness. Porco dio ! corpo di Baccho ! No, you 
 must not connive at it ! If you did, you might 
 soil your own pretty fingers. And what she's 
 done mightn't seem so big when you threw it up 
 to her. Porco Santo Francesco ! Corpo di Bac- 
 cho ! That she should be at the mercy of such a 
 
 pig' 
 
 Judith : Barney ! 
 
 Barney {Stopping suddenly — his face light- 
 ing up as he realises that she has called him by 
 his first name. He answers in his tone of ador- 
 ing respect) : Madonna ! 
 
 Judith {Softly, but in a clear final voice) : 
 I want you to go now. 
 
 Barney {Pleadingly) : I can't go until he tells 
 me he will stop this damn foolishness. 
 
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 Judith : He will not tell you. And I do not 
 wish it. 
 
 Barney: You? 
 
 Judith (After a moment) : What he wishes, 
 I wish. 
 
 Barney (To Nicholas) : Then promise me 
 you will sleep on it. Stuff it in your pillow and 
 pound your ear on it. Only look in the glass 
 before you do and see if what I say ain't so. 
 
 Nicholas (Coldly) : We will attend to our 
 own affairs — my wife and I. You have come 
 between us long enough. 
 
 Barney (Suddenly) : What do you mean — by 
 come between you? 
 
 Judith (Quickly interposing) : Nicholas, all 
 this is a mistake. I forbid you to go on. I will 
 bear no more. 
 
 Barney (Seeing his meaning from her tone) : 
 You mean because — because I worship the 
 ground she walks on ? What's that to you ! Do 
 you suppose you could stop a man's worshiping 
 her just because you married her? She's the 
 only one that can stop it. 
 
 Nicholas (Defiantly but miserably) : And she 
 hasn't tried! 
 
 Barney : Praise be the Holy Saints she hasn't. 
 What's it to her! And I'm asking you, what's 
 it to you? You're the ace in this deck. Noth- 
 ing's going to touch you — more's the pity. Will 
 you take this money? 
 
 Nicholas: No. 
 
 Barney: Will you sleep on it? 
 
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 Nicholas: No. 
 
 Barney (Sitting down) : Then here I stay all 
 night. I want to be in at the killing. (Coolly) 
 What you going to do about it? If you make 
 a row it will be worse for her. If you try to 
 kick me out it will be worse for you. And to 
 outstay your welcome ain't a shooting offence. 
 So I guess Fm safe. 
 
 Judith (After a momem, coming to him) : 
 Barney. 
 
 Barney (Still sitting) : I know I'm a brute 
 for not doing what you want. But I can't. 
 
 Judith : I am going to tell you something. I 
 took that money because I wanted never to see 
 you again. Because I found out something to- 
 night that made me afraid. I had gloried in 
 your love for me, but when I saw you with Jes- 
 sica I was angry and I saw suddenly what that 
 might mean and that it should not go on. I 
 did not want you to know this. But now I see 
 that you will understand. And I know that you 
 will treat it as a sacred confidence and deal 
 chivalrously with my secret. I have no fear of 
 you. As for the rest, my husband and I must be 
 free to do what we think is right. Will you go 
 now? 
 
 Barney ( Who has risen adoringly during her 
 speech, solemnly) : Yes. 
 
 Judith (Holding out her hand) : Good-by. 
 
 Barney (Taking her hand) : I want you to 
 know you're the best thing that ever happened 
 to me. You make me proud. 
 
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 Judith (Simply) : Thank you. And I shall 
 be proud of you. Because my husband sees 
 things differently you must not misjudge him. 
 And because he has led a different life, he will 
 not misjudge you. In one thing you stand on 
 even footing. You have both dealt always hon- 
 orably by me. I should like you to shake hands 
 with my husband before you go. Will you, 
 Nicholas ? 
 
 Nicholas {Who has had his back to them, 
 turns — understanding what she means to convey 
 by this) : Yes. 
 
 Barney {In some happy bewilderment at this 
 contact with a higher code than he knozvs of) : 
 Say, I guess I don't know much. I ain't used 
 to this. 
 
 {The door opens with a noise of chatter disclos- 
 ing Mrs. Bradley-Stone, Sam, Jessica, and 
 Miss Ezmng.) 
 
 Mrs. B. {In the doorway) : Yes, he says he 
 is. Didn't you hear him say he's always glad 
 to be kept up by his wifey ? 
 
 Sam : Aw, cut it out ! 
 
 Jessica {Coming in ahead of them, and look- 
 ing at Judith and Barney curiously) : Why, Mr. 
 Allison. You got home too late, didn't you? 
 And Mr. Martini here again? Mrs. Allison, I 
 see your headache is better. 
 
 Miss E. : Did you have a headache, dear? 
 {To Jessica) I thought it was business with Mr. 
 Martini. 
 
 Jessica {With just a slight indication of con- 
 
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 fusion, though self-possessed) : No, Aunt. I 
 said that some business with Mr. Martini must 
 have given her a headache. Shall I put these 
 away now? 
 
 Miss E. : Yes, please. (Jessica goes up the 
 stairs.) 
 
 Mrs. B. {Coming down) : You were well out 
 of it. Such a stupid time. 
 
 Miss E. {Enthusiastically) : Stupid? I got 
 three subscriptions. 
 
 Mrs. B. {Going to chair at extreme right) : 
 Please come and take off my shoes, Mr. Mar- 
 tini. 
 
 Barney: Sure. {He goes and kneels in front 
 of her.) 
 
 Miss E. : So you got back to-night, Mr. Alli- 
 son? 
 
 Mrs. B. {To Barney in a low voice) : Victory! 
 I landed him to-night. Now we have the ma- 
 jority on the Board and you get the money at 
 once. 
 
 Barney: Good. {He busies himself with the 
 shoes. ) 
 
 Judith {Who has exchanged a glance with 
 Nicholas, comes to Miss Ewing) : We have 
 something to say to you — Nicholas and I — 
 when Mr. Martini and the rest go. 
 
 Barney {Rising) : I think I'll say good night, 
 ladies and gentlemen. {He starts toward the 
 door.) 
 
 Jessica {Running down the stairs in excite- 
 ment) : Why, Aunt 1 Aunt ! The box is gone ! 
 
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 Miss E. : Gone! The subscription box? 
 
 Barney: Yes. I took it. Here it is. {He 
 thrusts the money into Miss Ewing's hand.) 
 
 Judith {In a ringing voice) : Mr. Martini ! 
 {Barney stops, confused and shamefaced) : He 
 took it when I gave it to him, Miss Ewing. That 
 was what Nicholas and I had to tell you. I stole 
 the money. 
 
 Miss E. {Incredibly) : You? 
 
 Judith : Yes. 
 
 Nicholas: But I, too! We needed it desper- 
 ately to-night — and she took it for me. 
 
 Barney : Because I made a howl for it and 
 threatened them. 
 
 Judith : Neither of them made me, Miss Ew- 
 ing. They knew nothing about it. I alone am 
 guilty. I got the key from under the mattress 
 and the box is in my room. Some money is still 
 in it — the rest is there. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Well, I must say, Judith 
 
 Miss E. : You took my money ? Worse than 
 mine. A sacred trust for humanity! 
 
 Judith : Yes. 
 
 Miss E. : You with your money ? All you 
 could possibly use in your private purse 
 
 Nicholas {Poignantly): No, no! That is 
 where I am to blame. 
 
 Miss E. : What made you ? It must be some 
 taint of heredity. 
 
 Judith : No. I had my reasons. But they 
 excuse nothing. I do not wish to hide behind 
 
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 them. I vStole to attain my object — like any 
 thief. 
 
 Jessica: What was your object? I think 
 Aunt has a right to know. 
 
 Miss E. (With dignity) : Jessica! Let us re- 
 spect Judith's reasons. 
 
 Jessica: But we can't help wondering. And 
 they may have been good ones. 
 
 Miss E. : Good ones ? Good enough to 
 
 (Sorrowfully) You see, Judith, how it confuses 
 the standard of right and wrong! When a per- 
 son like you stoops to such a thing. Jessica ad- 
 mires you so that you have vitiated her notions 
 of common propriety. You will understand, 
 then, that this te'rrible disclosure leaves me no 
 choice. I can't have my child corrupted. We 
 must leave by the first train in the morning. 
 (She starts to go) And to spare us needless 
 pain, I hope you will keep to your room till we 
 go. Come, Jessica. (She gets to the stairs) 
 Rest assured your secret is safe with us. Unless 
 of course ordinary honesty to others should force 
 us to reveal it. (She goes up the stairs and mid- 
 way turns to Jessica^ who is lingering with a 
 curious look on Barney.) Come, Jessica. (Jes- 
 sica unwillingly follows.) 
 
 Jessica (As her aunt disappears, turning 
 midway on the stairs) : I believe they were good 
 ones, don't you, Mr. Martini? 
 
 Mrs. B. (Coming forward from right where 
 she has been since the discovery) : Well, I must 
 say, Judith! This is a pretty mess. This is 
 
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 what comes of your business training, I suppose. 
 I knew something was in the wind when you 
 were squeezing all that money out of me. I told 
 you then that you ought to be ashamed of your- 
 self. Deceiving your husband so. But I didn't 
 think it would get to this. 
 
 Sam (Going deliberately in front of her) : 
 Aw, cut it out! (He holds out his hand to Ju- 
 dith, who takes it.) Good night, Judith. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Yes, you were always standing up 
 for her. Suppose / deceived you like that ! 
 
 Sam (Turning suddenly) : Like what? 
 
 Mrs. B. (Blankly — seeing she is in a hole) : 
 Selling her husband's things. At less than he 
 paid for them. (She stops, seeing she is making 
 it worse.) 
 
 Sam (Sternly) : What'd you have to do with 
 it? (She hesitates.) Out with it! 
 
 Mrs. B. : Well, it was none of my business if 
 she wanted to sell me clothes. 
 
 Sam : Better make it none of your business 
 now. 
 
 Mrs. B. (Much irritated) : None of my busi- 
 ness ! It's everybody's business. She's a miser 
 I tell you — she doesn't care how she gets money 
 so she gets it. There's no knowing what she'll 
 do next. People ought to be protected. 
 
 Sam : See here, my lady I You're just ten 
 months in the hole with me. If I hear of your 
 saying anything about this, you can whistle for 
 a red cent of mine. 
 
 Mrs. B. : Oh, that's your game, is it ? Shield- 
 
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 ing her at your wife's expense. When you've 
 been fooled Hke the rest of them. I bet if the 
 truth were known she engineered that whole 
 club business. (Suddenly to Barney) That's 
 the reason she's been so thick with you. (To 
 Sam) What do you think of that for your para- 
 gon? 
 
 Barney (Playing his trump card with joyous 
 deliberation) : Yes, she had something to do 
 with it. She started it and let you do all the 
 work. Being on the Board of Directors. 
 
 Mrs. B. : What ! Then I've just been pulling 
 her chestnuts out all the time ! When I thought 
 I was working for the good of the club. To be 
 advancing your swindles. (Barney and Sam 
 chuckle) Me a — a puUer-in for you ! Oh, you'll 
 get your pay for this ! 
 
 Barney: Don't fret, so will you. The ten 
 per cent, commission I promised you. 
 
 Mrs. B. (Staggered) : I might have known 
 you couldn't keep your word like a gentleman. 
 
 Barney (Jocularly) : It's all in the family. 
 
 Sam : I'm going to bed. 
 
 Mrs. B, : Do you think I'd sleep another night 
 under her roof? Mr. Allison, I am deeply 
 grieved for you. Will you kindly lend us your 
 car? Sam and I are motoring to town. 
 
 Sam (At the foot of the stairs) : Not if I 
 know it. 
 
 Mrs. B. : I'll go alone then. 
 
 Sam: If you do — or make any row whatever 
 — I'll show you up to the Board of Directors — 
 
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 for taking a commission. Better change your 
 mind and come to bed. 
 
 Mrs. B. {Bailed) : Oh! {Sweeping her train 
 about her she walks majestically but hurriedly 
 up the stairs.) 
 
 Sam : She says she won't make any row. 
 Didn't you hear her say she wouldn't make any 
 row? {He skips up the stairs gleefully.) 
 
 Barney {Timidly) : You might have let me 
 say I took it. 
 
 Judith {Going to chair right and sitting 
 wearily) : Thank you, Barney. It would have 
 been all the same. 
 
 Nicholas {Groaning) : Oh, what a wretched 
 business ! Oh, how undignified ! To have had 
 all this precipitated before her! 
 
 Barney: Oh, she doesn't matter. {Much 
 pleased with himself) I took the wind out of her 
 sails all right. 
 
 Nicholas {In helpless exasperation) : Out of 
 hers? You took it out of everybody's. How 
 dare you seem to wring from us a confession — 
 which we had made up our minds to give freely ! 
 Turning to a farce a dignified and sacred occa- 
 sion! Mr. Martini, you doubtless meant well, 
 but your interference was really insuflferable. 
 {Pointedly) And still remains so! 
 
 Barney : Oh, I'm going. {He looks at Ju- 
 dith and goes to the door, ruefully.) Maybe I 
 did make a fist of it. But she knows why and I 
 ain't afraid to leave it with her. God knows, 
 she'll need some consolation — now you've made 
 
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 a thief of her! (With another thought) Mr. 
 Allison, Fve said my last word to her, and now 
 I'll say it to you. I don't think much of you, 
 and may God forgive you for what you've done 
 — ^but I'll do you one credit. You never said a 
 dir-rty word to her about — my loving her. If 
 you had, I'd have smashed that mule's head of 
 yours ! (His voice breaks) I guess you're square 
 according to your light — ^but you got a damn 
 poor quality of oil. (With a sob he shuts the 
 door after him.) 
 
 Nicholas: (After a moment, diffidently): 
 Well, it's all over. We're alone. 
 
 Judith (With a smile of bitter irony) : We've 
 a common interest at last. 
 
 Nicholas (Sadly) : What do you mean? 
 
 Judith : Something you can understand me 
 in. At least that much has been gained. An 
 hour ago I should have said it was impossible. 
 
 Nicholas (Wincing, and speaking in a stiff 
 grave voice) : My dear — If you mean him, I 
 think I may say I do understand. 
 
 Judith (Still with bitter irony) : Oh, him, 
 too ! That makes another interest that we share. 
 I was speaking of our common expiation. Does 
 it strike you, Nicholas, that even with the best 
 of men the woman always gets the worst of it? 
 Thanks to your arrangement, we expiate my sin 
 together — but I answer for yours all alone. 
 
 Nicholas (Troubled) : My dear. Very hum- 
 bly I ask you what is my sin? 
 
 Judith (Rising wearily) : Oh, nothing, noth- 
 
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 ing! We have been all through it before. (SJie 
 goes back a little.) 
 
 Nicholas {Gently and sadly) : I was not to 
 blame that it did not turn out as I thought. I 
 meant that we should join hands together and 
 begin a new life. That is what it should have 
 been. 
 
 Judith (Laughing nervously): Oh, that! 
 (He winces) Excuse me, Nicholas. But I do 
 not think that I can bear any more. 
 
 Nicholas (Deeply wou7ided) : No. You are 
 tired of course. 
 
 (Some one taps at the window.) 
 
 Judith (Standing where she can see, nods 
 eagerly) : Yes. (She starts tozvard the door.) 
 
 Nicholas (Passionately) : Do not let him in. 
 
 Judith (As she goes) : It's Uncle Harry ! 
 
 Nicholas : Oh ! 
 
 Judith (Opening the door) : Why, Uncle 
 Harry. At this time of night. 
 
 Dodd (Entering) : I saw the light and thought 
 I'd ask you if I couldn't change my mind. Spend 
 the night after all. (Whimsically) You see, I 
 was anxious about my traps. (Pinching her chin 
 fondly) What is it? May I not spend the 
 night ? 
 
 Nicholas (Awkwardly) : Certainly. (He 
 looks at Judith in perplexity.) 
 
 Judith : Uncle Harry, I wish you would. My 
 friends are all leaving by the early train. 
 
 Dodd: Leaving? 
 
 Judith : Yes. How nice it will be to have you 
 
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 all to myself. I have given you the little room 
 right next to your den. Near your precious old 
 stuff. (She laughs) Everything is laid out, 
 but I don't think your bed is made up. I must 
 go and fix it. 
 
 Nicholas: No, Judith, I'll ring. 
 
 Judith : And wake them all up ? Nonsense. 
 I'd love to make Uncle Harry's bed. Used to 
 do it, didn't I, Colonel ? Besides, I haven't made 
 a bed in years. (She goes left.) 
 
 DoDD (Quickly turning to Nicholas): What 
 is it ? Martini and Jessica ? 
 
 Nicholas: Jessica! 
 
 DoDD (Falter in gly) : Not — Judith? 
 
 Nicholas (Reflecting) : You will have to 
 know anyway. Judith 
 
 DoDD (Hastily) : Perhaps she would rather 
 tell me herself. 
 
 Nicholas: No, it is best I tell you. Judith 
 has been doing business with Martini. Un- 
 known to me. She had to get rid of him to- 
 night. And to do so, she took Miss E wing's 
 money. 
 
 DoDD : And you ? 
 
 Nicholas: I came home in time to find it 
 out. 
 
 DoDD (Puzzled) : But they are leaving? 
 
 Nicholas: Judith agreed with me she should 
 confess all. 
 
 DoDD : With you ? I see. 
 
 Nicholas (Despairingly) : What else could I 
 do? I could not feel all my life I had connived 
 
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 at it. She would not respect me if I did. And 
 she too ! She saw that it would be cowardly to 
 take advantage of a circumstance. Now con- 
 fession has purified her — has purified us both. 
 Otherwise she would go all her life with that 
 guilt uncleansed. 
 
 DoDD (Slowly) : Another one of your im- 
 moral moralities ! 
 
 Nicholas (In anguish) : You think I sacri- 
 ficed her to my idea of right ? You also ? 
 
 DoDD : Who else ? 
 
 Nicholas: That man — Martini. 
 
 DoDD (Whimsically) : Commend me to a 
 scamp for a sound conscience. There's not much 
 of it, but it's healthy. Curious how disease at- 
 tacks the higher forms. 
 
 Nicholas (Passionately) : But are there no 
 ideas of right and wrong? You would have had 
 her go all her life with nothing to help her bear 
 it — the knowledge she was a thief? 
 
 Dodd: Allison, right and wrong dififer in 
 every case, and they are matters of opinion. I 
 have given you mine. (Very solemnly) And I 
 give it to you from a bitter personal experience. 
 I would not be the man I am if every ugly fact 
 in my life were made public. (Changing testily) 
 I can't afford to stir up ethics, either Christian 
 or Pagan. But for Heaven's sake don't fly in the 
 face of common sense — and prattle about saving 
 her from the knowledge of her sin all her life. 
 You've managed to fasten it on her pretty 
 firmly. 
 
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 Nicholas: What do you mean? 
 
 DoDD : There was a pubHc man in all the news- 
 papers the other day for smuggling. Suppose if 
 he hadn't been caught, his knowledge of guilt 
 would have troubled him all his life ? 
 
 Nicholas (Aghast) : You condone theft? 
 
 DoDD (Warmly) : Don't be a fool, Allison! If 
 she stole, she stole. I think I know what that 
 means as well as you. But I believe in giving 
 a sore the chance to get well without meddling. 
 And you were the last person to meddle. 
 
 Nicholas: I? 
 
 DoDD (Coolly) : You made the sore. 
 
 Nicholas : This is too much, Colonel. 
 
 Dodd: No, it's only half enough. The other 
 half is to stop doing it. What caused all this 
 miserable muddle ? Simply that Judith had to 
 have something to do. Why didn't you give her 
 something to do? 
 
 Nicholas (In bezuilderment but with irrita- 
 tion) : She did what a woman has always done. 
 Keep her husband's home for him. 
 
 Dodd: No, she didn't do quite that. You 
 wanted to stop her from making a bed just now 
 — when she was eager to do it. You have al- 
 ways stopped her. And Judith has a mind which 
 is not content to make beds. I think she has 
 almost as much mind as you. Would you be 
 content to make beds? 
 
 Nicholas (Doggedly) : I don't know what's 
 got into women. It's the same everywhere — the 
 modern malady ! 
 
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 Dodd: Yes, thank God — your God or mine, 
 Allison, I don't care! What do you expect 
 women to do? Sleep away the hours like bored 
 cats and dogs? — Them, too, you have taken out 
 of their natural state to tame for your pleasure. 
 That was all well enough when women had no 
 minds to bother them. If you wanted them to 
 go on sleeping, you should never have allowed 
 their minds to be stirred up. 
 
 Nicholas: But — but — a woman's natural 
 business 
 
 DoDD (Interrupting testily) : A woman's nat- 
 ural business is like yours and mine, Allison ! 
 Only bigger. You will pardon me, but Judith 
 is not at her natural business. Lacking that, 
 she must — if she is to use her healthy instincts 
 — be creating something else. 
 
 Nicholas (Groaning) : But the vulgar trick- 
 ery of all this ! The deceit ! 
 
 Dodd: Allison, heard you raked in a pile of 
 money the other day. Send out cards before- 
 hand? 
 
 Nicholas (Helplessly) : But she got me to use 
 my influence to move the post office — for her per- 
 sonal benefit. You can't excuse that. 
 
 Dodd: Dear me, most reprehensible. What 
 does any one ask to have a post office moved 
 for? 
 
 Nicholas (More helplessly) : Oh, I could 
 overlook anything — anything, but the great fact 
 that she stole! 
 
 Dodd (Surveying him curiously, but impa- 
 
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 tiently) : Bless the man ! And he calls that the 
 great fact ! 
 
 Judith (Entering) : There, Uncle Harry, 
 your room's ready. Now you can get up in the 
 middle of the night, if you want to, and see that 
 your precious traps are safe. 
 
 Dodd: Thank you, my dear. (Turning to Al- 
 lison with a sudden idea.) Do you know what 
 I'm trying to do with my traps? 
 
 Nicholas (Without interest) : Kill flies, Miss 
 Ewing — ^Judith told me. 
 
 Dodd: Precisely. But not the way Miss Ew- 
 ing believes in. Which makes me think of 
 something that will be of especial interest to 
 you. Would you believe it? She has her ideas 
 of right and wrong in killing flies. She says that 
 Providence intended flies to be slapped off one 
 by one and not destroyed by the millions. Now 
 
 my way — the blasphemous scientific way 
 
 (He breaks off) My dear friends, I feel I am 
 about to perpetrate a parable. May I? 
 
 Judith : Of course, you silly Uncle Harry. 
 
 Dodd: There is a little parasite which preys 
 on mankind. It is found in everybody — that is, 
 almost everybody. And it goes by the name of 
 busy-ness. It is an insect of enormous strength 
 vested in iron teeth, with which it gnaws and 
 gnaws. We are powerless under it and feed it 
 with ourselves, whether we will or no. The only 
 thing to do is to find another parasite which 
 will gnaw at it and keep it in order. There are 
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 ones, which can't set to work without destroying 
 better things. And we don't ahvays know the 
 bad ones when we see them. Problem — To find 
 the right parasite. Or to be accurate, any of the 
 right ones, for, thank God, there are several of 
 them also. 
 
 Judith (In a hushed voice): Yes: There 
 would be more than one for me. 
 
 DoDD : I myself have discovered one for my 
 own case. Would you like to hear about that, 
 Allison? I am, I believe, a respectable member 
 of society — and there are even people who look 
 for good work from me yet. But when — by 
 great misfortune not only to me but to others — 
 I lost my first parasite, my insect of busy-ness 
 went wild. It ran amuck with every decent thing 
 in life. For three years it made me a sot, a 
 renegade from civilization, a moral maniac. 
 Then by the grace of God I found my second 
 parasite and the little destroyer became an or- 
 derly workman once more. (Taking a lighter 
 tone) And that is why, Judy dear, I like to sleep 
 near my traps. (He darts suddenly out by door 
 left.) 
 
 Judith (To herself) : He told me on purpose. 
 He will understand. 
 
 Nicholas (Humbled and broken) : And I, 
 too, Judith. I see now what you meant. That 
 my own actions brought all this about. And I 
 see, too, that I was thinking more of myself—* 
 when I made you confess. 
 
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 Judith (Slowly) : Perhaps it was best — I do 
 not know. 
 
 Nicholas : Yes, they were right. The Colonel 
 (Bitterly) and Martini. 
 
 Judith : Ah, poor Barney ! 
 
 Nicholas (With a sob of despair) : Judith, 
 do you no longer love me? 
 
 Judith (With a glad cry) : Nicholas! Then 
 you do care? 
 
 Nicholas: Care? 
 
 Judith (Babbling almost incoherently) : Oh, 
 it was all right. It has brought us together. I 
 thought you didn't. We had so little in common. 
 You couldn't understand what I wanted. 
 
 Nicholas: My dear — how could you ever 
 have thought I didn't care! (He holds out his 
 arms to her) : Why— you put me off when I 
 asked you once before to-night. 
 
 Judith (Laughing and crying) : Ah, but you 
 didn't ask like that. (She comes to his arms.) 
 
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