OCTAVIUS Yes: she has told me.
MRS. WHITEFIELD [thoughtfully] Then I’m very sorry for you, Tavy. It’s only her way of saying she wants to marry Jack. Little she cares what I say or what I want!
OCTAVIUS But she would not say it unless she believed it. Surely you don’t suspect Ann of—of d e c e i t !!
MRS. WHITEFIELD Well, never mind, Tavy. I don’t know which is best for a young man: to know too little, like you, or too much, like Jack.
TANNER returns.
TANNER Well, I’ve disposed of old Malone. I’ve introduced him to Mendoza, Limited; and left the two brigands together to talk it out. Hullo, Tavy! anything wrong?
OCTAVIUS I must go wash my face, I see. [To MRS. WHITEFIELD] Tell him what you wish. [To TANNER] You may take it from me, Jack, that Ann approves of it.
TANNER [puzzled by his manner] Approves of what?
OCTAVIUS Of what Mrs. Whitefield wishes. [He goes his way with sad dignity to the villa].
TANNER [to MRS. WHITEFIELD] This is very mysterious. What is it you wish? It shall be done, whatever it is.
MRS. WHITEFIELD [with snivelling gratitude] Thank you, Jack. [She sits down. TANNER brings the other chair from the table and sits close to her with his elbows on his knees, giving her his whole attention]. I don’t know why it is that other people’s children are so nice to me, and that my own have so little consideration for me. It’s no wonder I don’t seem able to care for Ann and Rhoda as I do for you and Tavy and Violet. It’s a very queer world. It used to be so straightforward and simple; and now nobody seems to think and feel as they ought. Nothing has been right since that speech that Professor Tyndalleo made at Belfast.
TANNER Yes: life is more complicated than we used to think. But what am I to do for you?
MRS. WHITEFIELD That’s just what I want to tell you. Of course you’ll marry Ann whether I like it or not—
TANNER [starting] It seems to me that I shall presently be married to Ann whether I like it myself or not.
MRS. WHITEFIELD [peacefully] Oh, very likely you will: you know what she is when she has set her mind on anything. But don’t put it on me: that’s all I ask. Tavy has just let out that she’s been saying that I am making her marry you; and the poor boy is breaking his heart about it; for he is in love with her himself, though what he sees in her so wonderful, goodness knows: I don’t. It’s no use telling Tavy that Ann puts things into people’s heads by telling them that I want them when the thought of them never crossed my mind. It only sets Tavy against me. But you know better than that. So if you marry her, don’t put the blame on me.
TANNER [emphatically] I havn’t the slightest intention of marrying her.
MRS. WHITEFIELD [slyly] She’d suit you better than Tavy. She’d meet her match in you, Jack. I’d like to see her meet her match.
TANNER No man is a match for a woman, except with a poker and a pair of hobnailed boots. Not always even then. Anyhow, I can’t take the poker to her. I should be a mere slave.
MRS. WHITEFIELD No: she’s afraid of you. At all events, you would tell her the truth about herself. She wouldn’t be able to slip out of it as she does with me.
TANNEREverybody would call me a brute if I told Ann the truth about herself in terms of her own moral code. To begin with, Ann says things that are not strictly true.
MRS. WHITEFIELD I’m glad somebody sees she is not an angel.
TANNER In short—to put it as a husband would put it when exasperated to the point of speaking out—she is a liar. And since she has plunged Tavy head over ears in love with her without any intention of marrying him, she is a coquette, according to the standard definition of a coquette as a woman who rouses passions she has no intention of gratifying. And as she has now reduced you to the point of being willing to sacrifice me at the altar for the mere satisfaction of getting me to call her a liar to her face, I may conclude that she is a bully as well. She can’t bully men as she bullies women; so she habitually and unscrupulously uses her personal fascination to make men give her whatever she wants. That makes her almost something for which I know no polite name.
MRS. WHITEFIELD [in mild expostulation] Well, you can’t expect perfection, Jack.
TANNER I don’t. But what annoys me is that Ann does. I know perfectly well that all this about her being a liar and a bully and a coquette and so forth is a trumped-up moral indictment which might be brought against anybody. We all lie; we all bully as much as we dare; we all bid for admiration without the least intention of earning it; we all get as much rent as we can out of our powers of fascination. If Ann would admit this I shouldn’t quarrel with her. But she won’t. If she has children she’ll take advantage of their telling lies to amuse herself by whacking them. If another woman makes eyes at me, she’ll refuse to know a coquette. She will do just what she likes herself whilst insisting on everybody else doing what the conventional code prescribes. In short, I can stand everything except her confounded hypocrisy. That’s what beats me.
MRS. WHITEFIELD [carried away by the relief of hearing her own opinion so eloquently expressed] Oh, she i s a hypocrite. She is: she is. Isn’t she?
TANNER Then why do you want to marry me to her?
MRS. WHITEFIELD [querulously] There now! put it on me, of course. I never thought of it until Tavy told me she said I did. But, you know, I’m very fond of Tavy: he’s a sort of son to me; and I don’t want him to be trampled on and made wretched.
TANNER Whereas I don’t matter, I suppose.
MRS. WHITEFIELD Oh, you are different, somehow: you are able to take care of yourself. You’d serve her out. And anyhow, she must marry somebody.
TANNER Aha! there speaks the life instinct. You detest her; but you feel that you must get her married.
MRS. WHITEFIELD [rising, shocked] Do you mean that I detest my own daughter! Surely you don’t believe me to be so wicked and unnatural as that, merely because I see her faults.
TANNER [cynically] You love her, then?
MRS. WHITEFIELD Why, of course I do. What queer things you say, Jack! We can’t help loving our own blood relations.
TANNER Well, perhaps it saves unpleasantness to say so. But for my part, I suspect that the tables of consanguinity have a natural basis in a natural repugnance [he rises].
MRS. WHITEFIELD You shouldn’t say things like that, Jack. I hope you won’t tell Ann that I have been speaking to you. I only wanted to set myself right with you and Tavy. I couldn’t sit mum-chance and have everything put on me.
TANNER [politely] Quite so.
MRS. WHITEFIELD [dissatisfied] And now I’ve only made matters worse. Tavy’s angry with me because I don’t worship Ann. And when it’s been put into my head that Ann ought to marry you, what can I say except that it would serve her right?
TANNER Thank you.
MRS. WHITEFIELD Now don’t be silly and twist what I say into something I don’t mean. I ought to have fair play—
ANN comes from the villa, followed presently by VIOLET, who is dressed for driving.
ANN [coming to her mother’s right hand with threatening suavity] Well, mamma darling, you seem to be having a delightful chat with Jack. We can hear you all over the place.
MRS. WHITEFIELD [appalled] Have you overheard—
TANNER Never fear: Ann is only—well, we were discussing that habit of hers just now. She hasn’t heard a word.
MRS. WHITEFIELD [stoutly] I don’t care whether she has or not: I have a right to say what I please.
VIOLET [arriving on the lawn and coming between MRS. WHITEFIELD and TANNER] I’ve come to say goodbye. I’m off for my honeymoon.
MRS. WHITEFIELD [crying] Oh don’t say that, Violet. And no wedding, no breakfast, no clothes, nor anything.
VIOLET [petting her] It won’t be for long.
MRS. WHITEFIELD Don’t let him take you to America. Promise me that you won’t.
VIOLET [very decidedly] I should think not, indeed. Don’t cry, dear: I’m only going to the hotel.
MRS. WHITEFIE
LD But going in that dress, with your luggage, makes one realize—[she chokes, and then breaks out again] How I wish you were my daughter, Violet!
VIOLET [soothing her] There, there: so I am. Ann will be jealous.
MRS. WHITEFIELD Ann doesn’t care a bit for me.
ANN Fie, mother! Come, now: you mustn’t cry any more: you know Violet doesn’t like it [MRS. WHITEFIELD dries her eyes, and subsides].
VIOLET Goodbye, Jack.
TANNER Goodbye, Violet.
VIOLET The sooner you get married too, the better. You will be much less misunderstood.
TANNER [restively] I quite expect to get married in the course of the afternoon. You all seem to have set your minds on it.
VIOLET You might do worse. [To MRS. WHITEFIELD: putting her arm round her] Let me take you to the hotel with me: the drive will do you good. Come in and get a wrap. [She takes her towards the villa].
MRS. WHITEFIELD [as they go up through the garden] I don’t know what I shall do when you are gone, with no one but Ann in the house; and she always occupied with the men! It’s not to be expected that your husband will care to be bothered with an old woman like me. Oh, you needn’t tell me: politeness is all very well; but I know what people think—[She talks herself and VIOLET out of sight and hearing]
ANN, musing on VIOLET’s opportune advice, approaches TANNER; examines him humorously for a moment from toe to top and finally delivers her opinion.
ANN Violet is quite right. You ought to get married.
TANNER [explosively] Ann: I will not marry you. Do you hear? I won‘t, won’t, won‘t, won’t, WON’T marry you.
ANN [placidly] Well, nobody axd you, sir she said, sir she said, sir she said. So that’s settled.
TANNER Yes, nobody has asked me; but everybody treats the thing as settled. It’s in the air. When we meet, the others go away on absurd pretexts to leave us alone together. Ramsden no longer scowls at me: his eye beams, as if he were already giving you away to me in church, Tavy refers me to your mother and gives me his blessing. Straker openly treats you as his future employer: it was he who first told me of it.
ANN Was that why you ran away?
TANNER Yes, only to be stopped by a lovesick brigand and run down like a truant schoolboy.
ANN Well, if you don’t want to be married, you needn’t be. [she turns away from him and sits down, much at her ease].
TANNER [following her] Does any man want to be hanged? Yet men let themselves be hanged without a struggle for life, though they could at least give the chaplain a black eye. We do the world’s will, not our own. I have a frightful feeling that I shall let myself be married because it is the world’s will that you should have a husband.
ANN I daresay I shall, someday.
TANNER But why m e—me of all men? Marriage is to me apostasy, profanation of the sanctuary of my soul, violation of my manhood, sale of my birthright, shameful surrender, ignominious capitulation, acceptance of defeat. I shall decay like a thing that has served its purpose and is done with; I shall change from a man with a future to a man with a past; I shall see in the greasy eyes of all the other husbands their relief at the arrival of a new prisoner to share their ignominy. The young men will scorn me as one who has sold out: to the young women I, who have always been an enigma and a possibility, shall be merely somebody else’s property—and damaged goods at that: a secondhand man at best.
ANN Well, your wife can put on a cap and make herself ugly to keep you in countenance, like my grandmother.
TANNER So that she may make her triumph more insolent by publicly throwing away the bait the moment the trap snaps on the victim!
ANN After all, though, what difference would it make? Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days? I thought our pictures very lovely when papa bought them; but I havn’t looked at them for years. You never bother about my looks: you are too well used to me. I might be the umbrella stand.
TANNER You lie, you vampire: you lie.
ANN Flatterer. Why are you trying to fascinate me, Jack, if you don’t want to marry me?
TANNER The Life Force. I am in the grip of the Life Force.
ANN I don’t understand in the least: it sounds like the Life Guards.ep
TANNER Why don’t you marry Tavy? He is willing. Can you not be satisfied unless your prey struggles?
ANN [turning to him as if to let him into a secret] Tavy will never marry. Havn’t you noticed that that sort of man never marries?
TANNER What! a man who idolizes women! who sees nothing in nature but romantic scenery for love duets! Tavy, the chivalrous, the faithful, the tenderhearted and true! Tavy never marry! Why, he was born to be swept up by the first pair of blue eyes he meets in the street.
ANN Yes, I know. All the same, Jack, men like that always live in comfortable bachelor lodgings with broken hearts, and are adored by their landladies, and never get married. Men like you always get married.
TANNER [smiting his brow] How frightfully, horribly true! It has been staring me in the face all my life; and I never saw it before.
ANN Oh, it’s the same with women. The poetic temperament’s a very nice temperament, very amiable, very harmless and poetic, I daresay; but it’s an old maid’s temperament.
TANNER Barren. The Life Force passes it by.
ANN If that’s what you mean by the Life Force, yes.
TANNER You don’t care for Tavy?
ANN [looking round carefully to make sure that TAVY is not within earshot] No.
TANNER And you do care for me?
ANN [rising quietly and shaking her finger at him] Now Jack! Behave yourself.
TANNER Infamous, abandoned woman! Devil!
ANN Boa-constrictor! Elephant!
TANNER Hypocrite!
ANN [softly] I must be, for my future husband’s sake.
TANNER For mine! [Correcting himself savagely] I mean for his.
ANN [ignoring the correction] Yes, for yours. You had better marry what you call a hypocrite, Jack. Women who are not hypocrites go about in rational dress and are insulted and get into all sorts of hot water. And then their husbands get dragged in too, and live in continual dread of fresh complications. Wouldn’t you prefer a wife you could depend on?
TANNER No, a thousand times no: hot water is the revolutionist’s element. You clean men as you clean milk-pails, by scalding them.
ANN Cold water has its uses too. It’s healthy.
TANNER [despairingly] Oh, you are witty: at the supreme moment the Life Force endows you with every quality. Well, I too can be a hypocrite. Your father’s will appointed me your guardian, not your suitor. I shall be faithful to my trust.
ANN [in low siren tones] He asked me who would I have as my guardian before he made that will. I chose you!
TANNER The will is yours then! The trap was laid from the beginning.
ANN [concentrating all her magic] From the beginning-from our childhood—for both of us—by the Life Force.
TANNER I will not marry you. I will not marry you.
ANN Oh, you will, you will.
TANNER I tell you, no, no, no.
ANN I tell you, yes, yes, yes.
TANNER No.
ANN [coaxing—imploring—almost exhausted] Yes. Before it is too late for repentance. Yes.
TANNER [struck by the echo from the past]eq When did all this happen to me before? Are we two dreaming?
ANN [suddenly losing her courage, with an anguish that she does not conceal] No. We are awake; and you have said no: that is all.
TANNER [brutally] Well?
ANN Well, I made a mistake: you do not love me.
TANNER [seizing her in his arms] It is false: I love you. The Life Force enchants me: I have the whole world in my arms when I clasp you. But I am fighting for my freedom, for my honor, for my self, one and indivisible.
ANN Your happiness will be worth them all.
TANNER You would sell freedom and honor and self for happiness
?
ANN It will not be all happiness for me. Perhaps death.
TANNER [groaning] Oh, that clutch holds and hurts. What have you grasped in me? Is there a father’s heart12 as well as a mother’s?
ANN Take care, Jack: if anyone comes while we are like this, you will have to marry me.
TANNER If we two stood now on the edge of a precipice, I would hold you tight and jump.
ANN [panting, Jailing more and more under the strain] Jack: let me go. I have dared so frightfully—it is lasting longer than I thought. Let me go: I can’t bear it.13
TANNER Nor I. Let it kill us.
ANN Yes: I don’t care. I am at the end of my forces. I don’t care. I think I am going to faint.
At this moment VIOLET and OCTAVIUS come from the villa with Mrs. Whitefield, who is wrapped up for driving. Simultaneously MALONE and RAMSDEN, followed by MENDOZA and STRAKER, come in through the little gate in the paling. TANNER shamefacedly releases ANN, who raises her hand giddily to her forehead.
MALONE Take care. Something’s the matter with the lady.
RAMSDEN What does this mean?
VIOLET [running between ANN and TANNER] Are you ill?
ANN [reeling, with a supreme effort] I have promised to marry Jack. [She swoons. VIOLET kneels by her and chafes her hand. TANNER runs round to her other hand, and tries to lift her head. OCTAVIUS goes to VIOLET’s assistance, but does not know what to do. MRS. WHITEFIELD hurries back into the villa. OCTAVIUS, MALONE and RAMSDEN run to ANN and crowd round her, stooping to assist. STRAKER coolly comes to ANN’s feet, and MENDOZA to her head, both upright and self-possessed ] .
STRAKER Now then, ladies and gentlemen: she don’t want a crowd round her: she wants air—all the air she can git. If you please, gents—[MALONE and RAMSDEN allow him to drive them gently past ANN and up the lawn towards the garden, where OCTAVIUS, who has already become conscious of his uselessness, joins them. STRAKER, following them up, pauses for a moment to instruct TANNER ]. Don’t lift er ed, Mr. Tanner: let it go flat so’s the blood can run back into it.
MENDOZA He is right, Mr. Tanner. Trust to the air of the Sierra. [He withdraws delicately to the garden steps].
TANNER [rising] I yield to your superior knowledge of physiology, Henry. [He withdraws to the corner of the lawn; and OCTAVIUS immediately hurries down to him].
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