Chapter II: Part 2

RICHARD. [_Quietly._] I know, dear. But I want to find out what he means or feels just as you do.

BERTHA. [_Points at him._] Remember, you allowed me to go on. I told you the whole thing from the beginning.

RICHARD. [_As before._] I know, dear... And then?

BERTHA. He asked for a kiss. I said: _Take it._

RICHARD. And then?

BERTHA. [_Crumpling a handful of petals._] He kissed me.

RICHARD. Your mouth?

BERTHA. Once or twice.

RICHARD. Long kisses?

BERTHA. Fairly long. [_Reflects._] Yes, the last time.

RICHARD. [_Rubs his hands slowly; then._] With his lips? Or... the other way?

BERTHA. Yes, the last time.

RICHARD. Did he ask you to kiss him?

BERTHA. He did.

RICHARD. Did you?

BERTHA. [_Hesitates, then looking straight at him._] I did. I kissed him.

RICHARD. What way?

BERTHA. [_With a shrug._] O simply.

RICHARD. Were you excited?

BERTHA. Well, you can imagine. [_Frowning suddenly._] Not much. He has not nice lips... Still I was excited, of course. But not like with you, Dick.

RICHARD. Was he?

BERTHA. Excited? Yes, I think he was. He sighed. He was dreadfully nervous.

RICHARD. [_Resting his forehead on his hand._] I see.

BERTHA. [_Crosses towards the lounge and stands near him._] Are you jealous?

RICHARD. [_As before._] No.

BERTHA. [_Quietly._] You are, Dick.

RICHARD. I am not. Jealous of what?

BERTHA. Because he kissed me.

RICHARD. [_Looks up._] Is that all?

BERTHA. Yes, that’s all. Except that he asked me would I meet him.

RICHARD. Out somewhere?

BERTHA. No. In his house.

RICHARD. [_Surprised._] Over there with his mother, is it?

BERTHA. No, a house he has. He wrote the address for me.

[_She goes to the desk, takes the key from the flower vase, unlocks the drawer and returns to him with the slip of paper._]

RICHARD. [_Half to himself._] Our cottage.

BERTHA. [_Hands him the slip._] Here.

RICHARD. [_Reads it._] Yes. Our cottage.

BERTHA. Your...?

RICHARD. No, his. I call it ours. [_Looking at her._] The cottage I told you about so often—that we had the two keys for, he and I. It is his now. Where we used to hold our wild nights, talking, drinking, planning—at that time. Wild nights; yes. He and I together. [_He throws the slip on the couch and rises suddenly._] And sometimes I alone. [_Stares at her._] But not quite alone. I told you. You remember?

BERTHA. [_Shocked._] That place?

RICHARD. [_Walks away from her a few paces and stands still, thinking, holding his chin._] Yes.

BERTHA. [_Taking up the slip again._] Where is it?

RICHARD. Do you not know?

BERTHA. He told me to take the tram at Lansdowne Road and to ask the man to let me down there. Is it... is it a bad place?

RICHARD. O no, cottages. [_He returns to the lounge and sits down._] What answer did you give?

BERTHA. No answer. He said he would wait.

RICHARD. Tonight?

BERTHA. Every night, he said. Between eight and nine.

RICHARD. And so I am to go tonight to interview—the professor. About the appointment I am to beg for. [_Looking at her._] The interview is arranged for tonight by him—between eight and nine. Curious, isn’t it? The same hour.

BERTHA. Very.

RICHARD. Did he ask you had I any suspicion?

BERTHA. No.

RICHARD. Did he mention my name?

BERTHA. No.

RICHARD. Not once?

BERTHA. Not that I remember.

RICHARD. [_Bounding to his feet._] O yes! Quite clear!

BERTHA. What?

RICHARD. [_Striding to and fro._] A liar, a thief, and a fool! Quite clear! A common thief! What else? [_With a harsh laugh._] My great friend! A patriot too! A thief—nothing else! [_He halts, thrusting his hands into his pockets._] But a fool also!

BERTHA. [_Looking at him._] What are you going to do?

RICHARD. [_Shortly._] Follow him. Find him. Tell him. [_Calmly._] A few words will do. Thief and fool.

BERTHA. [_Flings the slip on the couch._] I see it all!

RICHARD. [_Turning._] Eh!

BERTHA. [_Hotly._] The work of a devil.

RICHARD. He?

BERTHA. [_Turning on him._] No, you! The work of a devil to turn him against me as you tried to turn my own child against me. Only you did not succeed.

RICHARD. How? In God’s name, how?

BERTHA. [_Excitedly._] Yes, yes. What I say. Everyone saw it. Whenever I tried to correct him for the least thing you went on with your folly, speaking to him as if he were a grownup man. Ruining the poor child, or trying to. Then, of course, I was the cruel mother and only you loved him. [_With growing excitement._] But you did not turn him against me—against his own mother. Because why? Because the child has too much nature in him.

RICHARD. I never tried to do such a thing, Bertha. You know I cannot be severe with a child.

BERTHA. Because you never loved your own mother. A mother is always a mother, no matter what. I never heard of any human being that did not love the mother that brought him into the world, except you.

RICHARD. [_Approaching her quietly._] Bertha, do not say things you will be sorry for. Are you not glad my son is fond of me?

BERTHA. Who taught him to be? Who taught him to run to meet you? Who told him you would bring him home toys when you were out on your rambles in the rain, forgetting all about him—and me? I did. I taught him to love you.

RICHARD. Yes, dear. I know it was you.

BERTHA. [_Almost crying._] And then you try to turn everyone against me. All is to be for you. I am to appear false and cruel to everyone except to you. Because you take advantage of my simplicity as you did—the first time.

RICHARD. [_Violently._] And you have the courage to say that to me?

BERTHA. [_Facing him._] Yes, I have! Both then and now. Because I am simple you think you can do what you like with me. [_Gesticulating._] Follow him now. Call him names. Make him be humble before you and make him despise me. Follow him!

RICHARD. [_Controlling himself._] You forget that I have allowed you complete liberty—and allow you it still.

BERTHA. [_Scornfully._] Liberty!

RICHARD. Yes, complete. But he must know that I know. [_More calmly._] I will speak to him quietly. [_Appealing._] Bertha, believe me, dear! It is not jealousy. You have complete liberty to do as you wish—you and he. But not in this way. He will not despise you. You don’t wish to deceive me or to pretend to deceive me—with him, do you?

BERTHA. No, I do not. [_Looking full at him._] Which of us two is the deceiver?

RICHARD. Of us? You and me?

BERTHA. [_In a calm decided tone._] I know why you have allowed me what you call complete liberty.

RICHARD. Why?

BERTHA. To have complete liberty with—that girl.

RICHARD. [_Irritated._] But, good God, you knew about that this long time. I never hid it.

BERTHA. You did. I thought it was a kind of friendship between you—till we came back, and then I saw.

RICHARD. So it is, Bertha.

BERTHA. [_Shakes her head._] No, no. It is much more; and that is why you give me complete liberty. All those things you sit up at night to write about [_pointing to the study_] in there—about her. You call that friendship?

RICHARD. Believe me, Bertha dear. Believe me as I believe you.

BERTHA. [_With an impulsive gesture._] My God, I feel it! I know it! What else is between you but love?

RICHARD. [_Calmly._] You are trying to put that idea into my head but I warn you that I don’t take my ideas from other people.

BERTHA. [_Hotly._] It is, it is! And that is why you allow him to go on. Of course! It doesn’t affect you. You love her.

RICHARD. Love! [_Throws out his hands with a sigh and moves away from her._] I cannot argue with you.

BERTHA. You can’t because I am right. [_Following him a few steps._] What would anyone say?

RICHARD. [_Turns to her._] Do you think I care?

BERTHA. But I care. What would he say if he knew? You, who talk so much of the high kind of feeling you have for me, expressing yourself in that way to another woman. If he did it, or other men, I could understand because they are false pretenders. But you, Dick! Why do you not tell him then?

RICHARD. You can if you like.

BERTHA. I will. Certainly I will.

RICHARD. [_Coolly._] He will explain it to you.

BERTHA. He doesn’t say one thing and do another. He is honest in his own way.

RICHARD. [_Plucks one of the roses and throws it at her feet._] He is, indeed! The soul of honour!

BERTHA. You may make fun of him as much as you like. I understand more than you think about that business. And so will he. Writing those long letters to her for years, and she to you. For years. But since I came back I understand it—well.

RICHARD. You do not. Nor would he.

BERTHA. [_Laughs scornfully._] Of course. Neither he nor I can understand it. Only she can. Because it is such a deep thing!

RICHARD. [_Angrily._] Neither he nor you—nor she either! Not one of you!

BERTHA. [_With great bitterness._] She will! She will understand it! The diseased woman!

[_She turns away and walks over to the little table on the right. Richard restrains a sudden gesture. A short pause._]

RICHARD. [_Gravely._] Bertha, take care of uttering words like that!

BERTHA. [_Turning, excitedly._] I don’t mean any harm! I feel for her more than you can because I am a woman. I do, sincerely. But what I say is true.

RICHARD. Is it generous? Think.

BERTHA. [_Pointing towards the garden._] It is she who is not generous. Remember now what I say.

RICHARD. What?

BERTHA. [_Comes nearer; in a calmer tone._] You have given that woman very much, Dick. And she may be worthy of it. And she may understand it all, too. I know she is that kind.

RICHARD. Do you believe that?

BERTHA. I do. But I believe you will get very little from her in return—or from any of her clan. Remember my words, Dick. Because she is not generous and they are not generous. Is it all wrong what I am saying? Is it?

RICHARD. [_Darkly._] No. Not all.

[_She stoops and, picking up the rose from the floor, places it in the vase again. He watches her. Brigid appears at the folding doors on the right._]

BRIGID. The tea is on the table, ma’am.

BERTHA. Very well.

BRIGID. Is Master Archie in the garden?

BERTHA. Yes. Call him in.

[_Brigid crosses the room and goes out into the garden. Bertha goes towards the doors on the right. At the lounge she stops and takes up the slip._]

BRIGID. [_In the garden._] Master Archie! You are to come in to your tea.

BERTHA. Am I to go to this place?

RICHARD. Do you want to go?

BERTHA. I want to find out what he means. Am I to go?

RICHARD. Why do you ask me? Decide yourself.

BERTHA. Do you tell me to go?

RICHARD. No.

BERTHA. Do you forbid me to go?

RICHARD. No.

BRIGID. [_From the garden._] Come quickly, Master Archie! Your tea is waiting on you.

[_Brigid crosses the room and goes out through the folding doors. Bertha folds the slip into the waist of her dress and goes slowly towards the right. Near the door she turns and halts._]

BERTHA. Tell me not to go and I will not.

RICHARD. [_Without looking at her._] Decide yourself.

BERTHA. Will you blame me then?

RICHARD. [_Excitedly._] No, no! I will not blame you. You are free. I cannot blame you.

[_Archie appears at the garden door._]

BERTHA. I did not deceive you.

[_She goes out through the folding doors. Richard remains standing at the table. Archie, when his mother has gone, runs down to Richard._]

ARCHIE. [_Quickly._] Well, did you ask her?

RICHARD. [_Starting._] What?

ARCHIE. Can I go?

RICHARD. Yes.

ARCHIE. In the morning? She said yes?

RICHARD. Yes. In the morning.

[_He puts his arm round his son’s shoulders and looks down at him fondly._]

Second Act

_A room in Robert Hand’s cottage at Ranelagh. On the right, forward, a small black piano, on the rest of which is an open piece of music. Farther back a door leading to the street door. In the wall, at the back, folding doors, draped with dark curtains, leading to a bedroom. Near the piano a large table, on which is a tall oil lamp with a wide yellow shade. Chairs, upholstered, near this table. A small cardtable more forward. Against the back wall a bookcase. In the left wall, back, a window looking out into the garden, and, forward, a door and porch, also leading to the garden. Easychairs here and there. Plants in the porch and near the draped folding doors. On the walls are many framed black and white designs. In the right corner, back, a sideboard; and in the centre of the room, left of the table, a group consisting of a standing Turkish pipe, a low oil stove, which is not lit, and a rocking-chair. It is the evening of the same day._

[_Robert Hand, in evening dress, is seated at the piano. The candles are not lit but the lamp on the table is lit. He plays softly in the bass the first bars of Wolfram’s song in the last act of ‘Tannhäuser’. Then he breaks off and, resting an elbow on the ledge of the keyboard, meditates. Then he rises and, pulling out a pump from behind the piano, walks here and there in the room ejecting from it into the air sprays of perfume. He inhales the air slowly and then puts the pump back behind the piano. He sits down on a chair near the table and, smoothing his hair carefully, sighs once or twice. Then, thrusting his hands into his trousers pockets, he leans back, stretches out his legs, and waits. A knock is heard at the street door. He rises quickly._]

ROBERT. [_Exclaims._] Bertha!

[_He hurries out by the door on the right. There is a noise of confused greeting. After a few moments Robert enters, followed by Richard Rowan, who is in grey tweeds as before but holds in one hand a dark felt hat and in the other an umbrella._]

ROBERT. First of all let me put these outside.

[_He takes the hat and umbrella, leaves them in the hall and returns._]

ROBERT. [_Pulling round a chair._] Here you are. You are lucky to find me in. Why didn’t you tell me today? You were always a devil for surprises. I suppose my evocation of the past was too much for your wild blood. See how artistic I have become. [_He points to the walls._] The piano is an addition since your time. I was just strumming out Wagner when you came. Killing time. You see I am ready for the fray. [_Laughs._] I was just wondering how you and the vicechancellor were getting on together. [_With exaggerated alarm._] But are you going in that suit? O well, it doesn’t make much odds, I suppose. But how goes the time? [_He takes out his watch._] Twenty past eight already, I declare!

RICHARD. Have you an appointment?

ROBERT. [_Laughs nervously._] Suspicious to the last!

RICHARD. Then I may sit down?

ROBERT. Of course, of course. [_They both sit down._] For a few minutes, anyhow. Then we can both go on together. We are not bound for time. Between eight and nine, he said, didn’t he? What time is it, I wonder? [_Is about to look again at his watch; then stops._] Twenty past eight, yes.

RICHARD. [_Wearily, sadly._] Your appointment also was for the same hour. Here.

ROBERT. What appointment?

RICHARD. With Bertha.

ROBERT. [_Stares at him._] Are you mad?

RICHARD. Are you?

ROBERT. [_After a long pause._] Who told you?

RICHARD. She.

[_A short silence._]

ROBERT. [_In a low voice._] Yes. I must have been mad. [_Rapidly._] Listen to me, Richard. It is a great relief to me that you have come—the greatest relief. I assure you that ever since this afternoon I have thought and thought how I could break it off without seeming a fool. A great relief! I even intended to send word... a letter, a few lines. [_Suddenly._] But then it was too late... [_Passes his hand over his forehead._] Let me speak frankly with you; let me tell you everything.

RICHARD. I know everything. I have known for some time.

ROBERT. Since when?

RICHARD. Since it began between you and her.

ROBERT. [_Again rapidly._] Yes, I was mad. But it was merely lightheadedness. I admit that to have asked her here this evening was a mistake. I can explain everything to you. And I will. Truly.

RICHARD. Explain to me what is the word you longed and never dared to say to her. If you can or will.

ROBERT. [_Looks down, then raises his head._] Yes. I will. I admire very much the personality of your... of... your wife. That is the word. I can say it. It is no secret.

RICHARD. Then why did you wish to keep secret your wooing?

ROBERT. Wooing?

RICHARD. Your advances to her, little by little, day after day, looks, whispers. [_With a nervous movement of the hands._] _Insomma_, wooing.

ROBERT. [_Bewildered._] But how do you know all this?

RICHARD. She told me.

ROBERT. This afternoon?

RICHARD. No. Time after time, as it happened.

ROBERT. You knew? From her? [_Richard nods._]. You were watching us all the time?

RICHARD. [_Very coldly._] I was watching you.

ROBERT. [_Quickly._] I mean, watching me. And you never spoke! You had only to speak a word—to save me from myself. You were trying me. [_Passes his hand again over his forehead._] It was a terrible trial: now also. [_Desperately._] Well, it is past. It will be a lesson to me for all my life. You hate me now for what I have done and for...

RICHARD. [_Quietly, looking at him._] Have I said that I hate you?

ROBERT. Do you not? You must.

RICHARD. Even if Bertha had not told me I should have known. Did you not see that when I came in this afternoon I went into my study suddenly for a moment?

ROBERT. You did. I remember.

RICHARD. To give you time to recover yourself. It made me sad to see your eyes. And the roses too. I cannot say why. A great mass of overblown roses.

ROBERT. I thought I had to give them. Was that strange? [_Looks at Richard with a tortured expression._] Too many, perhaps? Or too old or common?

RICHARD. That was why I did not hate you. The whole thing made me sad all at once.

ROBERT. [_To himself._] And this is real. It is happening—to us.

[_He stares before him for some moments in silence, as if dazed; then, without turning his head, continues._]

ROBERT. And she, too, was trying me; making an experiment with me for your sake!

RICHARD. You know women better than I do. She says she felt pity for you.

ROBERT. [_Brooding._] Pitied me, because I am no longer... an ideal lover. Like my roses. Common, old.

RICHARD. Like all men you have a foolish wandering heart.

ROBERT. [_Slowly._] Well, you spoke at last. You chose the right moment.

RICHARD. [_Leans forward._] Robert, not like this. For us two, no. Years, a whole life, of friendship. Think a moment. Since childhood, boyhood... No, no. Not in such a way—like thieves—at night. [_Glancing about him._] And in such a place. No, Robert, that is not for people like us.

ROBERT. What a lesson! Richard, I cannot tell you what a relief it is to me that you have spoken—that the danger is passed. Yes, yes. [_Somewhat diffidently._] Because... there was some danger for you, too, if you think. Was there not?

RICHARD. What danger?

ROBERT. [_In the same tone._] I don’t know. I mean if you had not spoken. If you had watched and waited on until...

RICHARD. Until?

ROBERT. [_Bravely._] Until I had come to like her more and more (because I can assure you it is only a lightheaded idea of mine), to like her deeply, to love her. Would you have spoken to me then as you have just now? [_Richard is silent. Robert goes on more boldly._] It would have been different, would it not? For then it might have been too late while it is not too late now. What could I have said then? I could have said only: You are my friend, my dear good friend. I am very sorry but I love her. [_With a sudden fervent gesture._] I love her and I will take her from you, however I can, because I love her.

[_They look at each other for some moments in silence._]

RICHARD. [_Calmly._] That is the language I have heard often and never believed in. Do you mean by stealth or by violence? Steal you could not in my house because the doors were open; nor take by violence if there were no resistance.

ROBERT. You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.

RICHARD. [_Smiling._] Go on.

ROBERT. [_Diffidently, but bravely._] Do you think you have rights over her—over her heart?

RICHARD. None.

ROBERT. For what you have done for her? So much! You claim nothing?

RICHARD. Nothing.

ROBERT. [_After a pause strikes his forehead with his hand._] What am I saying? Or what am I thinking? I wish you would upbraid me, curse me, hate me as I deserve. You love this woman. I remember all you told me long ago. She is yours, your work. [_Suddenly._] And that is why I, too, was drawn to her. You are so strong that you attract me even through her.

RICHARD. I am weak.

ROBERT. [_With enthusiasm._] You, Richard! You are the incarnation of strength.

RICHARD. [_Holds out his hands._] Feel those hands.

ROBERT. [_Taking his hands._] Yes. Mine are stronger. But I meant strength of another kind.

RICHARD. [_Gloomily._] I think you would try to take her by violence.

[_He withdraws his hands slowly._]

ROBERT. [_Rapidly._] Those are moments of sheer madness when we feel an intense passion for a woman. We see nothing. We think of nothing. Only to possess her. Call it brutal, bestial, what you will.

RICHARD. [_A little timidly._] I am afraid that that longing to possess a woman is not love.

ROBERT. [_Impatiently._] No man ever yet lived on this earth who did not long to possess—I mean to possess in the flesh—the woman whom he loves. It is nature’s law.

RICHARD. [_Contemptuously._] What is that to me? Did I vote it?

ROBERT. But if you love... What else is it?

RICHARD. [_Hesitatingly._] To wish her well.

ROBERT. [_Warmly._] But the passion which burns us night and day to possess her. You feel it as I do. And it is not what you said now.

RICHARD. Have you...? [_He stops for an instance._] Have you the luminous certitude that yours is the brain in contact with which she must think and understand and that yours is the body in contact with which her body must feel? Have you this certitude in yourself?

ROBERT. Have you?

RICHARD. [_Moved._] Once I had it, Robert: a certitude as luminous as that of my own existence—or an illusion as luminous.

ROBERT. [_Cautiously._] And now?

RICHARD. If you had it and I could feel that you had it—even now...

ROBERT. What would you do?

RICHARD. [_Quietly._] Go away. You, and not I, would be necessary to her. Alone as I was before I met her.

ROBERT. [_Rubs his hands nervously._] A nice little load on my conscience!

RICHARD. [_Abstractedly._] You met my son when you came to my house this afternoon. He told me. What did you feel?

ROBERT. [_Promptly._] Pleasure.

RICHARD. Nothing else?

ROBERT. Nothing else. Unless I thought of two things at the same time. I am like that. If my best friend lay in his coffin and his face had a comic expression I should smile. [_With a little gesture of despair._] I am like that. But I should suffer too, deeply.

RICHARD. You spoke of conscience... Did he seem to you a child only—or an angel?

ROBERT. [_Shakes his head._] No. Neither an angel nor an Anglo-Saxon. Two things, by the way, for which I have very little sympathy.

RICHARD. Never then? Never even... with her? Tell me. I wish to know.

ROBERT. I feel in my heart something different. I believe that on the last day (if it ever comes), when we are all assembled together, that the Almighty will speak to us like this. We will say that we lived chastely with one other creature...

RICHARD. [_Bitterly._] Lie to Him?

ROBERT. Or that we tried to. And He will say to us: Fools! Who told you that you were to give yourselves to one being only? You were made to give yourselves to many freely. I wrote that law with My finger on your hearts.

RICHARD. On woman’s heart, too?

ROBERT. Yes. Can we close our heart against an affection which we feel deeply? Should we close it? Should she?

RICHARD. We are speaking of bodily union.

ROBERT. Affection between man and woman must come to that. We think too much of it because our minds are warped. For us today it is of no more consequence than any other form of contact—than a kiss.

RICHARD. If it is of no consequence why are you dissatisfied till you reach that end? Why were you waiting here tonight?

ROBERT. Passion tends to go as far as it can; but, you may believe me or not, I had not that in my mind—to reach that end.

RICHARD. Reach it if you can. I will use no arm against you that the world puts in my hand. If the law which God’s finger has written on our hearts is the law you say I too am God’s creature.

[_He rises and paces to and fro some moments in silence. Then he goes towards the porch and leans against the jamb. Robert watches him._]

ROBERT. I always felt it. In myself and in others.

RICHARD. [_Absently._] Yes?

ROBERT. [_With a vague gesture._] For all. That a woman, too, has the right to try with many men until she finds love. An immoral idea, is it not? I wanted to write a book about it. I began it...

RICHARD. [_As before._] Yes?

ROBERT. Because I knew a woman who seemed to me to be doing that—carrying out that idea in her own life. She interested me very much.

RICHARD. When was this?

ROBERT. O, not lately. When you were away.

[_Richard leaves his place rather abruptly and again paces to and fro._]

ROBERT. You see, I am more honest than you thought.

RICHARD. I wish you had not thought of her now—whoever she was, or is.

ROBERT. [_Easily._] She was and is the wife of a stockbroker.

RICHARD. [_Turning._] You know him?

ROBERT. Intimately.

[_Richard sits down again in the same place and leans forward, his head on his hands._]

ROBERT. [_Moving his chair a little closer._] May I ask you a question?

RICHARD. You may.

ROBERT. [_With some hesitation._] Has it never happened to you in these years—I mean when you were away from her, perhaps, or travelling—to... betray her with another. Betray her, I mean, not in love. Carnally, I mean... Has that never happened?

RICHARD. It has.

ROBERT. And what did you do?

RICHARD. [_As before._] I remember the first time. I came home. It was night. My house was silent. My little son was sleeping in his cot. She, too, was asleep. I wakened her from sleep and told her. I cried beside her bed; and I pierced her heart.

ROBERT. O, Richard, why did you do that?

RICHARD. Betray her?

ROBERT. No. But tell her, waken her from sleep to tell her. It was piercing her heart.

RICHARD. She must know me as I am.

ROBERT. But that is not you as you are. A moment of weakness.

RICHARD. [_Lost in thought._] And I was feeding the flame of her innocence with my guilt.

ROBERT. [_Brusquely._] O, don’t talk of guilt and innocence. You have made her all that she is. A strange and wonderful personality—in my eyes, at least.

RICHARD. [_Darkly._] Or I have killed her.

ROBERT. Killed her?

RICHARD. The virginity of her soul.

ROBERT. [_Impatiently._] Well lost! What would she be without you?

RICHARD. I tried to give her a new life.

ROBERT. And you have. A new and rich life.

RICHARD. Is it worth what I have taken from her—her girlhood, her laughter, her young beauty, the hopes in her young heart?

ROBERT. [_Firmly._] Yes. Well worth it. [_He looks at Richard for some moments in silence._] If you had neglected her, lived wildly, brought her away so far only to make her suffer...

[_He stops. Richard raises his head and looks at him._]

RICHARD. If I had?

ROBERT. [_Slightly confused._] You know there were rumours here of your life abroad—a wild life. Some persons who knew you or met you or heard of you in Rome. Lying rumours.

RICHARD. [_Coldly._] Continue.

ROBERT. [_Laughs a little harshly._] Even I at times thought of her as a victim. [_Smoothly._] And of course, Richard, I felt and knew all the time that you were a man of great talent—of something more than talent. And that was your excuse—a valid one in my eyes.

RICHARD. Have you thought that it is perhaps now—at this moment—that I am neglecting her? [_He clasps his hands nervously and leans across toward Robert._] I may be silent still. And she may yield to you at last—wholly and many times.

ROBERT. [_Draws back at once._] My dear Richard, my dear friend, I swear to you I could not make you suffer.

RICHARD. [_Continuing._] You may then know in soul and body, in a hundred forms, and ever restlessly, what some old theologian, Duns Scotus, I think, called a death of the spirit.

ROBERT. [_Eagerly._] A death. No; its affirmation! A death! The supreme instant of life from which all coming life proceeds, the eternal law of nature herself.

RICHARD. And that other law of nature, as you call it: change. How will it be when you turn against her and against me; when her beauty, or what seems so to you now, wearies you and my affection for you seems false and odious?

ROBERT. That will never be. Never.

RICHARD. And you turn even against yourself for having known me or trafficked with us both?

ROBERT. [_Gravely._] It will never be like that, Richard. Be sure of that.

RICHARD. [_Contemptuously._] I care very little whether it is or not because there is something I fear much more.

ROBERT. [_Shakes his head._] You fear? I disbelieve you, Richard. Since we were boys together I have followed your mind. You do not know what moral fear is.

RICHARD. [_Lays his hand on his arm._] Listen. She is dead. She lies on my bed. I look at her body which I betrayed—grossly and many times. And loved, too, and wept over. And I know that her body was always my loyal slave. To me, to me only she gave... [_He breaks off and turns aside, unable to speak._]

ROBERT. [_Softly._] Do not suffer, Richard. There is no need. She is loyal to you, body and soul. Why do you fear?

RICHARD. [_Turns towards him, almost fiercely._] Not that fear. But that I will reproach myself then for having taken all for myself because I would not suffer her to give to another what was hers and not mine to give, because I accepted from her her loyalty and made her life poorer in love. That is my fear. That I stand between her and any moments of life that should be hers, between her and you, between her and anyone, between her and anything. I will not do it. I cannot and I will not. I dare not.

[_He leans back in his chair breathless, with shining eyes. Robert rises quietly, and stands behind his chair._]

ROBERT. Look here, Richard. We have said all there is to be said. Let the past be past.

RICHARD. [_Quickly and harshly._] Wait. One thing more. For you, too, must know me as I am—now.

ROBERT. More? Is there more?

RICHARD. I told you that when I saw your eyes this afternoon I felt sad. Your humility and confusion, I felt, united you to me in brotherhood. [_He turns half round towards him._] At that moment I felt our whole life together in the past, and I longed to put my arm around your neck.

ROBERT. [_Deeply and suddenly touched._] It is noble of you, Richard, to forgive me like this.

RICHARD. [_Struggling with himself._] I told you that I wished you not to do anything false and secret against me—against our friendship, against her; not to steal her from me craftily, secretly, meanly—in the dark, in the night—you, Robert, my friend.

ROBERT. I know. And it was noble of you.

RICHARD. [_Looks up at him with a steady gaze._] No. Not noble. Ignoble.

ROBERT. [_Makes an involuntary gesture._] How? Why?

RICHARD. [_Looks away again: in a lower voice._] That is what I must tell you too. Because in the very core of my ignoble heart I longed to be betrayed by you and by her—in the dark, in the night—secretly, meanly, craftily. By you, my best friend, and by her. I longed for that passionately and ignobly, to be dishonoured for ever in love and in lust, to be...

ROBERT. [_Bending down, places his hands over Richard’s mouth._] Enough. Enough. [_He takes his hands away._] But no. Go on.

RICHARD. To be for ever a shameful creature and to build up my soul again out of the ruins of its shame.

ROBERT. And that is why you wished that she...

RICHARD. [_With calm._] She has spoken always of her innocence, as I have spoken always of my guilt, humbling me.

ROBERT. From pride, then?

RICHARD. From pride and from ignoble longing. And from a motive deeper still.

ROBERT. [_With decision._] I understand you.

[_He returns to his place and begins to speak at once, drawing his chair closer._]

ROBERT. May it not be that we are here and now in the presence of a moment which will free us both—me as well as you—from the last bonds of what is called morality. My friendship for you has laid bonds on me.

RICHARD. Light bonds, apparently.

ROBERT. I acted in the dark, secretly. I will do so no longer. Have you the courage to allow me to act freely?

RICHARD. A duel—between us?

ROBERT. [_With growing excitement._] A battle of both our souls, different as they are, against all that is false in them and in the world. A battle of your soul against the spectre of fidelity, of mine against the spectre of friendship. All life is a conquest, the victory of human passion over the commandments of cowardice. Will you, Richard? Have you the courage? Even if it shatters to atoms the friendship between us, even if it breaks up for ever the last illusion in your own life? There was an eternity before we were born: another will come after we are dead. The blinding instant of passion alone—passion, free, unashamed, irresistible—that is the only gate by which we can escape from the misery of what slaves call life. Is not this the language of your own youth that I heard so often from you in this very place where we are sitting now? Have you changed?

RICHARD. [_Passes his hand across his brow._] Yes. It is the language of my youth.

ROBERT. [_Eagerly, intensely._] Richard, you have driven me up to this point. She and I have only obeyed your will. You yourself have roused these words in my brain. Your own words. Shall we? Freely? Together?

RICHARD. [_Mastering his emotion._] Together no. Fight your part alone. I will not free you. Leave me to fight mine.

ROBERT. [_Rises, decided._] You allow me, then?

RICHARD. [_Rises also, calmly._] Free yourself.

[_A knock is heard at the hall door._]

ROBERT. [_In alarm._] What does this mean?

RICHARD. [_Calmly._] Bertha, evidently. Did you not ask her to come?

ROBERT. Yes, but... [_Looking about him._] Then I am going, Richard.

RICHARD. No. I am going.

ROBERT. [_Desperately._] Richard, I appeal to you. Let me go. It is over. She is yours. Keep her and forgive me, both of you.

RICHARD. Because you are generous enough to allow me?

ROBERT. [_Hotly._] Richard, you will make me angry with you if you say that.

RICHARD. Angry or not, I will not live on your generosity. You have asked her to meet you here tonight and alone. Solve the question between you.

ROBERT. [_Promptly._] Open the door. I shall wait in the garden. [_He goes towards the porch._] Explain to her, Richard, as best you can. I cannot see her now.

RICHARD. I shall go. I tell you. Wait out there if you wish.

[_He goes out by the door on the right. Robert goes out hastily through the porch but comes back the same instant._]

ROBERT. An umbrella! [_With a sudden gesture._] O!

[_He goes out again through the porch. The hall door is heard to open and close. Richard enters, followed by Bertha, who is dressed in a darkbrown costume and wears a small dark red hat. She has neither umbrella nor waterproof._]

RICHARD. [_Gaily._] Welcome back to old Ireland!

BERTHA. [_Nervously, seriously._] Is this the place?

RICHARD. Yes, it is. How did you find it?

BERTHA. I told the cabman. I didn’t like to ask my way. [_Looking about her curiously._] Was he not waiting? Has he gone away?

RICHARD. [_Points towards the garden._] He is waiting. Out there. He was waiting when I came.

BERTHA. [_Selfpossessed again._] You see, you came after all.

RICHARD. Did you think I would not?

BERTHA. I knew you could not remain away. You see, after all you are like all other men. You had to come. You are jealous like the others.

RICHARD. You seem annoyed to find me here.

BERTHA. What happened between you?

RICHARD. I told him I knew everything, that I had known for a long time. He asked how. I said from you.

BERTHA. Does he hate me?

RICHARD. I cannot read in his heart.

BERTHA. [_Sits down helplessly._] Yes. He hates me. He believes I made a fool of him—betrayed him. I knew he would.

RICHARD. I told him you were sincere with him.

BERTHA. He does not believe it. Nobody would believe it. I should have told him first—not you.

RICHARD. I thought he was a common robber, prepared to use even violence against you. I had to protect you from that.

BERTHA. That I could have done myself.

RICHARD. Are you sure?

BERTHA. It would have been enough to have told him that you knew I was here. Now I can find out nothing. He hates me. He is right to hate me. I have treated him badly, shamefully.

RICHARD. [_Takes her hand._] Bertha, look at me.

BERTHA. [_Turns to him._] Well?

RICHARD. [_Gazes into her eyes and then lets her hand fall._] I cannot read in your heart either.

BERTHA. [_Still looking at him._] You could not remain away. Do you not trust me? You can see I am quite calm. I could have hidden it all from you.

RICHARD. I doubt that.

BERTHA. [_With a slight toss of her head._] O, easily if I had wanted to.

RICHARD. [_Darkly._] Perhaps you are sorry now that you did not.

BERTHA. Perhaps I am.

RICHARD. [_Unpleasantly._] What a fool you were to tell me! It would have been so nice if you had kept it secret.

BERTHA. As you do, no?

RICHARD. As I do, yes. [_He turns to go._] Goodbye for a while.

BERTHA. [_Alarmed, rises._] Are you going?

RICHARD. Naturally. My part is ended here.

BERTHA. To her, I suppose?

RICHARD. [_Astonished._] Who?

BERTHA. Her ladyship. I suppose it is all planned so that you may have a good opportunity. To meet her and have an intellectual conversation!

RICHARD. [_With an outburst of rude anger._] To meet the devil’s father!

BERTHA. [_Unpins her hat and sits down._] Very well. You can go. Now I know what to do.

RICHARD. [_Returns, approaches her._] You don’t believe a word of what you say.

BERTHA. [_Calmly._] You can go. Why don’t you?

RICHARD. Then you have come here and led him on in this way on account of me. Is that how it is?

BERTHA. There is one person in all this who is not a fool. And that is you. I am though. And he is.

RICHARD. [_Continuing._] If so you have indeed treated him badly and shamefully.

BERTHA. [_Points at him._] Yes. But it was your fault. And I will end it now. I am simply a tool for you. You have no respect for me. You never had because I did what I did.

RICHARD. And has he respect?

BERTHA. He has. Of all the persons I met since I came back he is the only one who has. And he knows what they only suspect. And that is why I liked him from the first and like him still. Great respect for me she has! Why did you not ask her to come away with you nine years ago?

RICHARD. You know why, Bertha. Ask yourself.

BERTHA. Yes, I know why. You knew the answer you would get. That is why.

RICHARD. That is not why. I did not even ask you.

BERTHA. Yes. You knew I would go, asked or not. I do things. But if I do one thing I can do two things. As I have the name I can have the gains.

RICHARD. [_With increasing excitement._] Bertha, I accept what is to be. I have trusted you. I will trust you still.

BERTHA. To have that against me. To leave me then. [_Almost passionately._] Why do you not defend me then against him? Why do you go away from me now without a word? Dick, my God, tell me what you wish me to do?

RICHARD. I cannot, dear. [_Struggling with himself._] Your own heart will tell you. [_He seizes both her hands._] I have a wild delight in my soul, Bertha, as I look at you. I see you as you are yourself. That I came first in your life or before him then—that may be nothing to you. You may be his more than mine.

BERTHA. I am not. Only I feel for him, too.

RICHARD. And I do too. You may be his and mine. I will trust you, Bertha, and him too. I must. I cannot hate him since his arms have been around you. You have drawn us near together. There is something wiser than wisdom in your heart. Who am I that I should call myself master of your heart or of any woman’s? Bertha, love him, be his, give yourself to him if you desire—or if you can.

BERTHA. [_Dreamily._] I will remain.

RICHARD. Goodbye.

[_He lets her hand fall and goes out rapidly on the right. Bertha remains sitting. Then she rises and goes timidly towards the porch. She stops near it and, after a little hesitation, calls into the garden._]

BERTHA. Is anyone out there?

[_At the same time she retreats towards the middle of the room. Then she calls again in the same way._]

BERTHA. Is anyone there?

[_Robert appears in the open doorway that leads in from the garden. His coat is buttoned and the collar is turned up. He holds the doorposts with his hands lightly and waits for Bertha to see him._]

BERTHA. [_Catching sight of him, starts back: then, quickly._] Robert!

ROBERT. Are you alone?

BERTHA. Yes.

ROBERT. [_Looking towards the door on the right._] Where is he?

BERTHA. Gone. [_Nervously._] You startled me. Where did you come from?

ROBERT. [_With a movement of his head._] Out there. Did he not tell you I was out there—waiting?

BERTHA. [_Quickly._] Yes, he told me. But I was afraid here alone. With the door open, waiting. [_She comes to the table and rests her hand on the corner._] Why do you stand like that in the doorway?

ROBERT. Why? I am afraid too.

BERTHA. Of what?

ROBERT. Of you.

BERTHA. [_Looks down._] Do you hate me now?

ROBERT. I fear you. [_Clasping his hands at his back, quietly but a little defiantly._] I fear a new torture—a new trap.

BERTHA. [_As before._] For what do you blame me?

ROBERT. [_Comes forward a few steps, halts: then impulsively:_] Why did you lead me on? Day after day, more and more. Why did you not stop me? You could have—with a word. But not even a word! I forgot myself and him. You saw it. That I was ruining myself in his eyes, losing his friendship. Did you want me to?

BERTHA. [_Looking up._] You never asked me.

ROBERT. Asked you what?

BERTHA. If he suspected—or knew.

ROBERT. And would you have told me?

BERTHA. Yes.

ROBERT. [_Hesitatingly._] Did you tell him—everything?

BERTHA. I did.

ROBERT. I mean—details.

BERTHA. Everything.

ROBERT. [_With a forced smile._] I see. You were making an experiment for his sake. On me. Well, why not? It seems I was a good subject. Still, it was a little cruel of you.

BERTHA. Try to understand me, Robert. You must try.

ROBERT. [_With a polite gesture._] Well, I will try.

BERTHA. Why do you stand like that near the door? It makes me nervous to look at you.

ROBERT. I am trying to understand. And then I am afraid.

BERTHA. [_Holds out her hand._] You need not be afraid.

[_Robert comes towards her quickly and takes her hand._]

ROBERT. [_Diffidently._] Used you to laugh over me—together? [_Drawing his hand away._] But now I must be good or you may laugh over me again—tonight.

BERTHA. [_Distressed, lays her hand on his arm._] Please listen to me, Robert... But you are all wet, drenched! [_She passes her hands over his coat._] O, you poor fellow! Out there in the rain all that time! I forgot that.

ROBERT. [_Laughs._] Yes, you forgot the climate.

BERTHA. But you are really drenched. You must change your coat.

ROBERT. [_Takes her hands._] Tell me, it is pity then that you feel for me, as he—as Richard—says?

BERTHA. Please change your coat, Robert, when I ask you. You might get a very bad cold from that. Do, please.

ROBERT. What would it matter now?

BERTHA. [_Looking round her._] Where do you keep your clothes here?

ROBERT. [_Points to the door at the back._] In there. I fancy I have a jacket here. [_Maliciously._] In my bedroom.

BERTHA. Well, go in and take that off.

ROBERT. And you?

BERTHA. I will wait here for you.

ROBERT. Do you command me to?

BERTHA. [_Laughing._] Yes, I command you.

ROBERT. [_Promptly._] Then I will. [_He goes quickly towards the bedroom door; then turns round._] You won’t go away?

BERTHA. No, I will wait. But don’t be long.

ROBERT. Only a moment.

[_He goes into the bedroom, leaving the door open. Bertha looks curiously about her and then glances in indecision towards the door at the back._]

ROBERT. [_From the bedroom._] You have not gone?

BERTHA. No.

ROBERT. I am in the dark here. I must light the lamp.

[_He is heard striking a match, and putting a glass shade on a lamp. A pink light comes in through the doorway. Bertha glances at her watch at her wristlet and then sits at the table._]

ROBERT. [_As before._] Do you like the effect of the light?

BERTHA. O, yes.

ROBERT. Can you admire it from where you are?

BERTHA. Yes, quite well.

ROBERT. It was for you.

BERTHA. [_Confused._] I am not worthy even of that.

ROBERT. [_Clearly, harshly._] Love’s labour lost.

BERTHA. [_Rising nervously._] Robert!

ROBERT. Yes?

BERTHA. Come here, quickly! Quickly, I say!

ROBERT. I am ready.

[_He appears in the doorway, wearing a darkgreen velvet jacket. Seeing her agitation, he comes quickly towards her._]

ROBERT. What is it, Bertha?

BERTHA. [_Trembling._] I was afraid.

ROBERT. Of being alone?

BERTHA. [_Catches his hands._] You know what I mean. My nerves are all upset.

ROBERT. That I...?

BERTHA. Promise me, Robert, not to think of such a thing. Never. If you like me at all. I thought that moment...

ROBERT. What an idea?

BERTHA. But promise me if you like me.

ROBERT. If I like you, Bertha! I promise. Of course, I promise. You are trembling all over.

BERTHA. Let me sit down somewhere. It will pass in a moment.

ROBERT. My poor Bertha! Sit down. Come.

[_He leads her towards a chair near the table. She sits down. He stands beside her._]

ROBERT. [_After a short pause._] Has it passed?

BERTHA. Yes. It was only for a moment. I was very silly. I was afraid that... I wanted to see you near me.

ROBERT. That... that you made me promise not to think of?

BERTHA. Yes.

ROBERT. [_Keenly._] Or something else?

BERTHA. [_Helplessly._] Robert, I feared something. I am not sure what.

ROBERT. And now?

BERTHA. Now you are here. I can see you. Now it has passed.

ROBERT. [_With resignation._] Passed. Yes. Love’s labour lost.

BERTHA. [_Looks up at him._] Listen, Robert. I want to explain to you about that. I could not deceive Dick. Never. In nothing. I told him everything—from the first. Then it went on and on; and still you never spoke or asked me. I wanted you to.

ROBERT. Is that the truth, Bertha?

BERTHA. Yes, because it annoyed me that you could think I was like... like the other women I suppose you knew that way. I think that Dick is right too. Why should there be secrets?

ROBERT. [_Softly._] Still, secrets can be very sweet. Can they not?

BERTHA. [_Smiles._] Yes, I know they can. But, you see, I could not keep things secret from Dick. Besides, what is the good? They always come out in the end. Is it not better for people to know?

ROBERT. [_Softly and a little shyly._] How could you, Bertha, tell him everything? Did you? Every single thing that passed between us?

BERTHA. Yes. Everything he asked me.

ROBERT. Did he ask you—much?

BERTHA. You know the kind he is. He asks about everything. The ins and outs.

ROBERT. About our kissing, too?

BERTHA. Of course. I told him all.

ROBERT. [_Shakes his head slowly._] Extraordinary little person! Were you not ashamed?

BERTHA. No.

ROBERT. Not a bit?

BERTHA. No. Why? Is that terrible?

ROBERT. And how did he take it? Tell me. I want to know everything, too.

BERTHA. [_Laughs._] It excited him. More than usual.

ROBERT. Why? Is he excitable—still?

BERTHA. [_Archly._] Yes, very. When he is not lost in his philosophy.

ROBERT. More than I?

BERTHA. More than you? [_Reflecting._] How could I answer that? You both are, I suppose?

[_Robert turns aside and gazes towards the porch, passing his hand once or twice thoughtfully over his hair._]

BERTHA. [_Gently._] Are you angry with me again?

ROBERT. [_Moodily._] You are with me.

BERTHA. No, Robert. Why should I be?

ROBERT. Because I asked you to come to this place. I tried to prepare it for you. [_He points vaguely here and there._] A sense of quietness.

BERTHA. [_Touching his jacket with her fingers._] And this, too. Your nice velvet coat.

ROBERT. Also. I will keep no secrets from you.

BERTHA. You remind me of someone in a picture. I like you in it... But you are not angry, are you?

ROBERT. [_Darkly._] Yes. That was my mistake. To ask you to come here. I felt it when I looked at you from the garden and saw you—you, Bertha—standing here. [_Hopelessly._] But what else could I have done?

BERTHA. [_Quietly._] You mean because others have been here?

ROBERT. Yes.

[_He walks away from her a few paces. A gust of wind makes the lamp on the table flicker. He lowers the wick slightly._]

BERTHA. [_Following him with her eyes._] But I knew that before I came. I am not angry with you for it.

ROBERT. [_Shrugs his shoulders._] Why should you be angry with me after all? You are not even angry with him—for the same thing—or worse.

BERTHA. Did he tell you that about himself?

ROBERT. Yes. He told me. We all confess to one another here. Turn about.

BERTHA. I try to forget it.

ROBERT. It does not trouble you?

BERTHA. Not now. Only I dislike to think of it.

ROBERT. It is merely something brutal, you think? Of little importance?

BERTHA. It does not trouble me—now.

ROBERT. [_Looking at her over his shoulder._] But there is something that would trouble you very much and that you would not try to forget?

BERTHA. What?

ROBERT. [_Turning towards her._] If it were not only something brutal with this person or that—for a few moments. If it were something fine and spiritual—with one person only—with one woman. [_Smiles._] And perhaps brutal too. It usually comes to that sooner or later. Would you try to forget and forgive that?

BERTHA. [_Toying with her wristlet._] In whom?

ROBERT. In anyone. In me.

BERTHA. [_Calmly._] You mean in Dick.

ROBERT. I said in myself. But would you?