Barrie, J M - Quality Street, Page 4

  MISS SUSAN. Fifteen years, and still you are hopeful ?

  PATTY. There is not a more hopeful woman in all the king's dominions.

  MISS SUSAN. You who are so much older than Miss Phoebe.

  PATTY. Yes, ma'am, I ha' the advantage of her by ten years.

  MISS SUSAN. It would be idle to pretend that you are specially comely.

  PATTY. That may be, but my face is my own, and the more I see it in the glass the more it pleases me. I never look at it but I say to myself, 'Who is to be the lucky man?'

  MISS SUSAN. 'Tis wonderful.

  PATTY. This will be a great year for females, ma'am. Think how many of the men that

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  marched away strutting to the wars have come back limping. Who is to take off their wooden legs of an evening, Miss Susan? You, ma'am, or me?

  MISS SUSAN. Patty !

  PATTY (doggedly}. Or Miss Phoebe ? (With feel- ing.} The pretty thing that she was, Miss Susan.

  MISS SUSAN. Do you remember, Patty? I think there is no other person who remembers unless it be the Misses Willoughby and Miss Henrietta.

  PATTY (eagerly). Give her a chance, ma'am, and take her to the balls. There be three of them this week, and the last ball will be the best, for 'tis to be at the barracks, and you will need a carriage to take you there, and there will be the packing of you into it by gallant squires and the unpacking of you out, and other devilries.

  MISS SUSAN. Patty !

  PATTY. If Miss Phoebe were to dress young again and put candles in her eyes that used to be so bright, and coax back her curls

  (PHOEBE returns, and a great change

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  has came over her. She is young and pretty again. She is wearing the wedding- gown of ACT i., her ringlets are glorious, her figure youthful, her face flushed and animated. PATTY is the first to see her, and is astonished. PHOEBE signs to her to go.)

  PHOEBE (when PATTY has gone). Susan. (MISS SUSAN sees and is speechless.) Susan, this is the picture of my old self that I keep locked away in my room, and sometimes take out of its box to look at. This is the girl who kisses herself in the glass and sings and dances with glee until I put her away frightened lest you should hear her.

  MISS SUSAN. How marvellous ! Oh, Phoebe. PHOEBE. Perhaps I should not do it, but it is so easy. I have but to put on the old wedding- gown and tumble my curls out of the cap. (Passionately.) Sister, am I as changed as he says I am ? MISS SUSAN. You almost frighten me.

  (The band is heard.) PHOEBE. The music is calling to us. Susan,

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  I will celebrate Waterloo in a little ball of my own. See, my curls have begun to dance, they are so anxious to dance. One dance, Susan, to Phoebe of the ringlets, and then I will put her away in her box and never look at her again. Ma'am, may I have the honour? Nay, then I shall dance alone. (She dances.) Oh, Susan, I almost wish I were a goose.

  (Presently PATTY returns. She gazes at MISS PHOEBE dancing.)

  PATTY. Miss Phoebe !

  PHOEBE (still dancing). Not Miss Phoebe, Patty. I am not myself to-night, I am let me see, I am my niece.

  PATTY (in a whisper to SUSAN). But Miss Susan, 'tis Captain Brown.

  MISS SUSAN. Oh, stop, Phoebe, stop !

  PATTY. Nay, let him see her !

  (MISS SUSAN hurries scandalised into the other room as VALENTINE enters.)

  VALENTINE. I ventured to come back be- cause (PHOEBE) turns to him he stops abruptly, bewildered.) I beg your pardon,

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  madam, I thought it was Miss Susan or Miss Phoebe.

  (His mistake surprises her, but she is in a wild mood and curtsies, then turns away and smiles. He stares as if half- convinced.)

  PATTY (with an inspiration). 'Tis my mistresses' niece, sir; she is on a visit here.

  (He is deceived. He bows gallantly, then remembers the object of his visit. Pie pro- duces a bottle of medicine.) VALENTINE. Patty, I obtained this at the apothecary's for Miss Phoebe's headache. It should be taken at once.

  PATTY. Miss Phoebe is lying down, sir. VALENTINE. Is she asleep ? PATTY (demurely). No, sir, I think she be wide awake.

  VALENTINE. It may soothe her. PHOEBE. Patty, take it to Aunt Phoebe at once.

  (PATTY goes out sedately with the medicine.) VALENTINE (after a little awkwardness, which

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  PHOEBE enjoys). Perhaps I may venture to present myself, Miss Miss ?

  PHOEBE. Miss Livvy, sir.

  VALENTINE. I am Captain Brown, Miss Livvy, an old friend of both your aunts.

  PHOEBE (curtsying). I have heard them speak of a dashing Mr. Brown. But I think it cannot be the same.

  VALENTINE (a little chagrined). Why not, ma'am ?

  PHOEBE. I ask your pardon, sir.

  VALENTINE. I was sure you must be related. Indeed, for a moment the likeness even the voice

  PHOEBE (pouting). La, sir, you mean I am like Aunt Phoebe. Every one says so and indeed 'tis no compliment.

  VALENTINE. 'Twould have been a compli- ment once. You must be a daughter of the excellent Mr. James Throssel who used to reside at Great Buckland.

  PHOEBE. He is still there.

  VALENTINE. A tedious twenty miles from here, as I remember.

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  PHOEBE. La ! I have found the journey a monstrous quick one, sir.

  ( The band is again heard. She runs to the window to peep between the curtains, and his eyes follow her admiringly.)

  VALENTINE (eagerly). Miss Livvy, you go to the ball?

  PHOEBE. Alas, sir, I have no card.

  VALENTINE. I have two cards for your aunts. As Miss Phoebe has the headache, your Aunt Susan must take you to the ball.

  PHOEBE. Oh, oh ! (Her feet move to the music.) Sir, I cannot control my feet.

  VALENTINE. They are already at the ball, ma'am; you must follow them.

  PHOEBE (with all the pent-up mischief of ten years). Oh, sir, do you think some pretty gentleman might be partial to me at the ball ?

  VALENTINE. If that is your wish

  PHOEBE. I should love, sir, to inspire frenzy in the breast of the male. (With sudden col- lapse.) I dare not go I dare not.

  VALENTINE. Miss Liwy, I vow

  (He turns eagerly to MISS SUSAN, who enters.)

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  I have ventured, Miss Susan, to introduce my- self to your charming niece.

  (MISS SUSAN would like to run away again, but the wicked MISS PHOEBE is determined to have her help.)

  PHOEBE. Aunt Susan, do not be angry with your Livvy your Livvy, Aunt Susan. This gentleman says he is the dashing Mr. Brown, he has cards for us for the ball, Auntie. Of course we cannot go we dare not go. Oh, Auntie, hasten into your bom- bazine.

  MISS SUSAN (staggered). Phoebe

  PHOEBE. Aunt Phoebe wants me to go. If I say she does you know she does !

  MISS SUSAN. But my dear, my dear.

  PHOEBE. Oh, Auntie, why do you talk so much. Come, come.

  VALENTINE. I shall see to it, Miss Susan, that your niece has a charming ball.

  PHOEBE. He means he will find me sweet partners.

  VALENTINE. Nay, ma'am, I mean 7 shall be your partner.

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  PHOEBE (who is not an angel) . Aunt Susan, he still dances !

  VALENTINE. Still, ma'am ?

  PHOEBE. Oh, sir, you are indeed dashing. Nay, sir, please not to scowl, I could not avoid noticing them.

  VALENTINE. Noticing what, Miss Livvy ?

  PHOEBE. The grey hairs, sir.

  VALENTINE. I vow, ma'am, there is not one in my head.

  PHOEBE. He is such a quiz. I so love a quiz.

  VALENTINE. Then, ma'am, I shall do nothing but quiz you at the ball. Miss Susan, I beg you

  MISS SUSAN. Oh, sir, dissuade her.

  VALENTINE. Nay, I entreat.

  PHOEBE. Auntie !

  MISS SUSAN. Think, my dear, t
hink, we dare not.

  PHOEBE (shuddering). No, we dare not, I cannot go.

  VALENTINE. Indeed, ma'am.

  PHOEBE. 'Tis impossible.

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  (She really means it, and had not the music here taken an unfair advantage of her it is certain that MISS PHOEBE would never have gone to the ball. In after years she and MISS SUSAN would have talked together of the monstrous evening when she nearly lost her head, but regained it before it could fall off. But suddenly the music swells so alluringly that it is a thousand fingers beckoning her to all the balls she has missed, and in a transport she whirls MISS SUSAN from the blue and white room to the bed-chamber where is the bombazine. VALENTINE awaits their return like a conqueror, until MISS LIWY'S words about his hair return to trouble him. He is stoop- ing, gazing intently into a small mirror, extracting the grey hairs one by one, when PATTY ushers in the sisters WILLOUGHBY and MISS HENRIETTA. MISS HENRIETTA is wearing the new veil, which opens or closes like curtains when she pulls a string. She opens it now to see what he is doing, and the slight sound brings him to his feet.)

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  MISS HENRIETTA. 'Tis but the new veil, sir; there is no cause for alarm.

  (They have already learned from PATTY, we may be sure, that he is in the house, but they express genteel surprise.)

  MISS FANNY. Mary, surely we are addressing the gallant Captain Brown !

  VALENTINE. It is the Misses Willoughby and Miss Henrietta. 'Tis indeed a gratification to renew acquaintance with such elegant and re- spectable females.

  (The greetings are elaborate.)

  MISS WILLOUGHBY. You have seen Miss Phoebe, sir?

  VALENTINE. I have had the honour. Miss Phoebe, I regret to say, is now lying down with the headache. (The ladies are too delicately minded to exchange glances before a man, but they are privately of opinion that this meeting after ten years with tfie dazzling BROWN has laid MISS PHOEBE low. They are in a twitter of sympathy with her, and yearning to see MISS SUSAN alone, so that they may draw from her an account of the excit- ing meeting.) You do not favour the ball to-night?

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  MISS FANNY. I confess balls are distasteful to me.

  MISS HENRIETTA. 'Twill be a mixed assembly. I am credibly informed that the woollen draper's daughter has obtained a card.

  VALENTINE (gravely) . Good God, ma'am, is it possible ?

  MISS WILLOUGHBY. We shall probably spend the evening here with Miss Susan at the card table.

  VALENTINE. But Miss Susan goes with me to the ball, ma'am.

  (This is scarcely less exciting to them than the overthrow of the Corsican.) VALENTINE. Nay, I hope there be no im- propriety. Miss Livvy will accompany her. MISS WILLOUGHBY (bewildered). Miss Liwy ? VALENTINE. Their charming niece.

  (The ladies repeat the word in a daze.) MISS FANNY. They had not apprised us that they have a visitor.

  (They think this reticence unfriendly, and are wondering whether they ought not to retire hurt, when MISS SUSAN enters in her

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  bombazine, wraps, and bonnet. Site starts at sight of them, and has tlie bearing of a guilty person.)

  MISS WILLOUGHBY (stiffly) . We have but now been advertised of your intention for this even- ing, Susan.

  MISS HENRIETTA. We deeply regret our intrusion.

  MISS SUSAN (wislfuUy). Please not to be piqued, Mary. 'Twas so sudden.

  MISS WILLOUGHBY. I cannot remember, Susan, that your estimable brother had a daughter. I thought all the three were sons.

  MISS SUSAN (with deplorable readiness) . Three sons and a daughter. Surely you remember little Livvy, Mary ?

  MISS WILLOUGHBY (bluntly). No, Susan, I do not.

  MISS SUSAN. I I must go. I hear Liwy calling.

  MISS FANNY (tartly). I hear nothing but the band. We are not to see your niece?

  MISS SUSAN. Another time to-morrow.

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  Pray rest a little before you depart, Mary. I

  I Phoebe Livvy the headache

  (But before she can go another lady enters gaily.) VALENTINE. Ah, here is Miss Livvy.

  (The true culprit is more cunning than MISS SUSAN, and before they can see her she quickly pulls the strings of her bonnet, which is like MISS HENRIETTA'S, and it obscures her face.)

  Miss SUSAN. This this is my niece, Livvy Miss Willoughby, Miss Henrietta, Miss Fanny Willoughby.

  VALENTINE. Ladies, excuse my impatience, but

  MISS WILLOUGHBY. One moment, sir. May I ask, Miss Livvy, how many brothers you have.

  PHOEBE. Two. MISS WILLOUGHBY. I thank you.

  (She looks strangely at MISS SUSAN, and MISS PHOEBE knows that shehasblundered.) PHOEBE (at a venture). Excluding the un- happy Thomas.

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  MISS SUSAN (clever for the only moment in her life). We never mention him.

  (They are swept away on the arms of the impatient CAPTAIN.)

  MISS WILLOUGHBY, MISS HENRIETTA, AND MISS

  FANNY. What has Thomas done ?

  (They have no suspicion as yet of what MISS PHOEBE has done ; but they believe there is a scandal in the Throssel family, and they will not sleep happily until they know what it is.)

  End of Act II.

  ACT III

  ACT III THE BALL

  A bally but not the one to which we have seen Miss Susan and Miss Phoebe rush forth upon their career of crime. This is the third of the series, the one of which Patty has foretold with horrid relish that it promises to be specially given over to devilries. The scene is a canvas pavilion, used as a retiring room and for card play, and through an opening in the back we have glimpses of gay uniforms and fair ladies inter- mingled in the bravery of the dance. There is coming and going through this opening, and also through slits in the canvas. The pavilion is fantastically decorated in various tastes, and is lit with lanterns. A good- natured moon, nevertheless, shines into it benignly. Some of the card tables are neglected, but at one a game of quadrille is in progress. There is much movement and hilarity, but none from one side of the tent, where sit several young ladies, all pretty, all appealing and all woeful, for no gallant comes to ask them if he may have the felicity. The nervous woman chaperoning

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  them, and afraid to meet their gaze lest they scowl or weep in reply, is no other than Miss Susan, the most unhappy Miss Susan we hate yet seen; she sits there gripping her composure in both hands. Far less susceptible to shame is the brazen Phoebe, who may be seen passing the opening on the arm of a cavalier, and flinging her trembling sister a mischievous kiss. The younger ladies note the incident ; alas, they are probably meant to notice it, and they cower, as under a blow.

  HARRIET (a sad-eyed, large girl, who we hope found a romance at her next ball). Are we so disagreeable that no one will dance with us? Miss Susan, 'tis infamous; they have eyes for no one but your niece.

  CHARLOTTE. Miss Liwy has taken Ensign Blades from me.

  HARRIET. If Miss Phoebe were here, I am sure she would not allow her old pupils to be so neglected.

  ( The only possible reply for MISS SUSAN is to make herself look as small as possible. A lieutenant comes to them, once a scorner

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  of woman, but now SPICER the bewitched. HARRIET has a moment's hope.}

  How do you do, sir ?

  SPICER (with dreadful indifference, though she is his dear cousin). Nay, ma'am, how do you do? (Wistfully.) May I stand beside you, Miss Susan?

  (He is a most melancholic young man, and he fidgets her.)

  MISS SUSAN (with spirit). You have been standing beside me, sir, nearly all the evening.

  SPICER (humbly. It is strange to think that he had been favourably mentioned in despatches). Indeed, I cannot but be cognisant of the suf- ferings I cause by attaching myself to you in this unseemly manner. Accept my assurances, ma'am, that you have my deepest sympathy.

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sp; MISS SUSAN. Then why do you d o it?

  SPICER. Because you are her aunt, ma'am. It is a scheme of mine by which I am in hopes to soften her heart. Her affection for you, ma'am, is beautiful to observe, and if she could be per- suaded that I seek her hand from a passionate desire to have you for my Aunt Susan do

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  you perceive anything hopeful in my scheme, ma'am ? MISS SUSAN. No, sir, I do not.

  (SPICER wanders away gloomily, takes too much to drink, and ultimately becomes a general. ENSIGN BLADES appears, frown- ing, and CHARLOTTE ventures to touch his sleeve.)

  CHARLOTTE. Ensign Blades, I have not danced with you once this evening.

  BLADES (with the cold brutality of a lover to another she). Nor I with you, Charlotte. (To SUSAN.) May I solicit of you, Miss Susan, is Captain Brown Miss Livvy's guardian; is he affianced to her? MISS SUSAN. No, sir.

  BLADES. Then by what right, ma'am, does he interfere ? Your elegant niece had consented to accompany me to the shrubbery to look at the moon. And now Captain Brown forbids it. 'Tis unendurable.

  CHARLOTTE. But you may see the moon from here, sir.

  BLADES (glancing at it contemptuously). I

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  believe not, ma'am. (The moon still shines on.}

  MISS SUSAN (primly). I am happy Captain Brown forbade her.

  BLADES. Miss Susan, 'twas but because he is to conduct her to the shrubbery himself.

  (He flings out pettishly, and MISS SUSAN looks pityingly at the wall-flowers.) MISS SUSAN. My poor Charlotte ! May I take you to some very agreeable ladies ?

  CHARLOTTE (tartly) . No, you may not. I am going to the shrubbery to watch Miss Livvy. MISS SUSAN. Please not to do that. CHARLOTTE (implying that MISS SUSAN will be responsible for her early death). My chest is weak. I shall sit among the dew.