Chapter I

SCENE--_The drawing-room of_ John Staffurth, M. P. _Enter_ Staffurth _and_ Barbara Cullen.

_Staffurth._ Barbara, the doctors have given their verdict. My wife has only two years to live.

_Barbara._ John, but she looks so well! What's the matter with her?

_Staffurth._ Well, it's a little difficult to explain. But without being technical I may say that it is--er--not exactly appendicitis and yet--er--not exactly mumps. Anyhow, it's always very fatal on the stage.

_Barbara._ Two years! John, I'm not quite clear whether I'm _your_ relation or Diana's, or, in fact, what I'm doing in the house at all, but as an old friend of _somebody's_ may I give you a word of advice?

_Staffurth._ (_looking at his watch_). Certainly, but you must be quick. I have to be back at the House in five seconds.

_Barbara._ Then, John, give Diana a good time for those two years. Ask her to recite sometimes, tell her about Welsh Disestablishment, at all costs keep her amused.

_Staffurth._ (_amazed_). My dear girl, do you realise I'm an Opposition Member? The Government may spring a snap division on us at any moment. (_Taking out his engagement book._) Still, let me see what I can do. On July 15th, 1916---- Oh no, that will be too late. November 25th, 1915--how's that? We might have an afternoon at Kew then if the Whips don't want me. (_Looking at his watch._) Well, I must be off. Don't let Diana know she's ill.

[_Exit hastily._

_Enter_ Diana Staffurth.

_Diana._ I listened outside the door! Two years, and he won't even ask me to recite to him! He doesn't love me.

_Barbara._ He does, he does! But he's one of those men who never show it till the Last Act.

_Diana._ Well, I know somebody who doesn't mind showing it in the First Act. (_Goes to telephone._) Is that you, Captain Furness? I've just learnt a new little piece.... Yes, don't be long. [_She sits down to play the piano till he comes._

CURTAIN.