Complete Works of J. M. Barrie

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  SYBIL. Alas! no.

  DAVID. James! [Politely.] You will be yet, my lady.

  [SYBIL indicates that he is kind indeed.]

  JOHN. Perhaps they would like you to show them their rooms, Maggie?

  DAVID. Fine would we like to see all the house as well as the sleeping accommodation. But first — [He gives his father the look with which chairmen call on the next speaker.]

  ALICK. I take you, David. [He produces a paper parcel from a roomy pocket.] It wasn’t likely, Mr. Shand, that we should forget the day.

  JOHN. The day?

  DAVID. The second anniversary of your marriage. We came purposely for the day.

  JAMES [his fingers itching to take the parcel from his father]. It’s a lace shawl, Maggie, from the three of us, a pure Tobermory; you would never dare wear it if you knew the cost.

  [The shawl in its beauty is revealed, and MAGGIE hails it with little cries of joy. She rushes at the donors and kisses each of them just as if she were a pretty woman. They are much pleased and give expression to their pleasure in a not very dissimilar manner.]

  ALICK. Havers.

  DAVID. Havers.

  JAMES. Havers.

  JOHN. It’s a very fine shawl.

  [He should not have spoken, for he has set JAMES’S volatile mind working.]

  JAMES. You may say so. What did you give her, Mr. Shand?

  JOHN [suddenly deserted by God and man]. Me?

  ALICK. Yes, yes, let’s see it.

  JOHN. Oh — I —

  [He is not deserted by MAGGIE, but she can think of no way out.]

  SYBIL [prompted by the impediment, which is in hiding, quite close].

  Did he … forget?

  [There is more than a touch of malice in the question. It is a challenge, and the Wylies as a family are almost too quick to accept a challenge.]

  MAGGIE [lifting the gage of battle]. John forget? Never! It’s a pendant, father.

  [The impediment bolts. JOHN rises.]

  ALICK. A pendant? One of those things on a chain?

  [He grins, remembering how once, about sixty years ago, he and a lady and a pendant — but we have no time for this.]

  MAGGIE. Yes.

  DAVID [who has felt the note of antagonism and is troubled]. You were slow in speaking of it, Mr. Shand.

  MAGGIE [This is her fight.] He was shy, because he thought you might blame him for extravagance.

  DAVID [relieved]. Oh, that’s it.

  JAMES [licking his lips]. Let’s see it.

  MAGGIE [a daughter of the devil]. Where did you put it, John?

  [JOHN’s mouth opens but has nothing to contribute.]

  SYBIL [the impediment has stolen back again]. Perhaps it has been … mislaid.

  [The BROTHERS echo the word incredulously.]

  MAGGIE. Not it. I can’t think where we laid it down, John. It’s not on that table, is it, James? [The Wylies turn to look, and MAGGIE’s hand goes out to LADY SYBIL: JOHN SHAND, witness. It is a very determined hand, and presently a pendant is placed in it.] Here it is! [ALICK and the BROTHERS cluster round it, weigh it and appraise it.]

  ALICK. Preserve me. Is that stone real, Mr. Shand?

  JOHN [who has begun to look his grimmest]. Yes.

  MAGGIE [who is now ready, if he wishes it, to take him on too]. John says it’s a drop of his blood.

  JOHN [wishing it]. And so it is.

  DAVID. Well said, Mr. Shand.

  MAGGIE [scared]. And now, if you’ll come with me, I think John has something he wants to talk over with Lady Sybil. [Recovering and taking him on.] Or would you prefer, John, to say it before us all?

  SYBIL [gasping]. No!

  JOHN [flinging back his head]. Yes, I prefer to say it before you all.

  MAGGIE [flinging back hers]. Then sit down again.

  [The WYLIES wonderingly obey.]

  SYBIL. Mr. Shand, Mr. Shand! —

  JOHN. Maggie knows, and it was only for her I was troubled. Do you think I’m afraid of them? [With mighty relief] Now we can be open.

  DAVID [lowering]. What is it? What’s wrong, John Shand?

  JOHN [facing him squarely]. It was to Lady Sybil I gave the pendant, and all my love with it. [Perhaps JAMES utters a cry, but the silence of ALICK and DAVID is more terrible.]

  SYBIL [whose voice is smaller than we had thought]. What are you to do?

  [It is to MAGGIE she is speaking.]

  DAVID. She’ll leave it for us to do.

  JOHN. That’s what I want.

  [The lords of creation look at the ladies.]

  MAGGIE [interpreting]. You and I are expected to retire, Lady Sybil, while the men decide our fate. [SYBIL is ready to obey the law, but MAGGIE remains seated.] Man’s the oak, woman’s the ivy. Which of us is it that’s to cling to you, John?

  [With three stalwarts glaring at him, JOHN rather grandly takes

  SYBIL’S hand. They are two against the world.]

  SYBIL [a heroine]. I hesitated, but I am afraid no longer; whatever he asks of me I will do.

  [Evidently the first thing he asks of her is to await him in the dining-room.]

  It will mean surrendering everything for him. I am glad it means all that. [She passes into the dining-room looking as pretty as a kiss.]

  MAGGIE. So that settles it.

  ALICK. I’m thinking that doesn’t settle it.

  DAVID. No, by God! [But his love for MAGGIE steadies him. There is even a note of entreaty in his voice.] Have you nothing to say to her, man?

  JOHN. I have things to say to her, but not before you.

  DAVID [sternly]. Go away, Maggie. Leave him to us.

  JAMES [who thinks it is about time that he said something]. Yes, leave him to us.

  MAGGIE. No, David, I want to hear what is to become of me; I promise not to take any side.

  [And sitting by the fire she resumes her knitting. The four regard her as on an evening at The Pans a good many years ago.]

  DAVID [barking]. How long has this been going on?

  JOHN. If you mean how long has that lady been the apple of my eye,

  I’m not sure; but I never told her of it until today.

  MAGGIE [thoughtfully and without dropping a stitch]. I think it wasn’t till about six months ago, John, that she began to be very dear to you. At first you liked to bring in her name when talking to me, so that I could tell you of any little things I might have heard she was doing. But afterwards, as she became more and more to you, you avoided mentioning her name.

  JOHN [surprised]. Did you notice that?

  MAGGIE [in her old-fashioned way]. Yes.

  JOHN. I tried to be done with it for your sake. I’ve often had a sore heart for you, Maggie.

  JAMES. You’re proving it!

  MAGGIE. Yes, James, he had. I’ve often seen him looking at me very sorrowfully of late because of what was in his mind; and many a kindly little thing he has done for me that he didn’t use to do.

  JOHN. You noticed that too!

  MAGGIE. Yes.

  DAVID [controlling himself]. Well, we won’t go into that; the thing to be thankful for is that it’s ended.

  ALICK [who is looking very old]. Yes, yes, that’s the great thing.

  JOHN. All useless, sir, it’s not ended; it’s to go on.

  DAVID. There’s a devil in you, John Shand.

  JOHN [who is an unhappy man just now]. I dare say there is. But do you think he had a walk over, Mr. David?

  JAMES. Man, I could knock you down!

  MAGGIE. There’s not one of you could knock John down.

  DAVID [exasperated]. Quiet, Maggie. One would think you were taking his part.

  MAGGIE. Do you expect me to desert him at the very moment that he needs me most?

  DAVID. It’s him that’s deserting you.

  JOHN. Yes, Maggie, that’s what it is.

  ALICK. Where’s your marriage vow? And your church attendances?

  JAMES [with terrible irony]. And your prize for moral philosophy?

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nbsp; JOHN [recklessly]. All gone whistling down the wind.

  DAVID. I suppose you understand that you’ll have to resign your seat.

  JOHN [his underlip much in evidence]. There are hundreds of seats, but there’s only one John Shand.

  MAGGIE [but we don’t hear her]. That’s how I like to hear him speak.

  DAVID [the ablest person in the room]. Think, man, I’m old by you, and for long I’ve had a pride in you. It will be beginning the world again with more against you than there was eight years ago.

  JOHN. I have a better head to begin it with than I had eight years ago.

  ALICK [hoping this will bite]. She’ll have her own money, David!

  JOHN. She’s as poor as a mouse.

  JAMES [thinking possibly of his Elizabeth’s mother]. We’ll go to her friends, and tell them all. They’ll stop it.

  JOHN. She’s of age.

  JAMES. They’ll take her far away.

  JOHN. I’ll follow, and tear her from them.

  ALICK. Your career —

  JOHN [to his credit]. To hell with my career. Do you think I don’t know I’m on the rocks? What can you, or you, or you, understand of the passions of a man! I’ve fought, and I’ve given in. When a ship founders, as I suppose I’m foundering, it’s not a thing to yelp at. Peace, all of you. [He strides into the dining-room, where we see him at times pacing the floor.]

  DAVID [to JAMES, who gives signs of a desire to take off his coat]. Let him be. We can’t budge him. [With bitter wisdom] It’s true what he says, true at any rate about me. What do I know of the passions of a man! I’m up against something I don’t understand.

  ALICK. It’s something wicked.

  DAVID. I dare say it is, but it’s something big.

  JAMES. It’s that damned charm.

  MAGGIE [still by the fire]. That’s it. What was it that made you fancy Elizabeth, James?

  JAMES [sheepishly]. I can scarcely say.

  MAGGIE. It was her charm.

  DAVID. HER charm!

  JAMES [pugnaciously]. Yes, HER charm.

  MAGGIE. She had charm for James.

  [This somehow breaks them up. MAGGIE goes from one to another with an odd little smile flickering on her face.]

  DAVID. Put on your things, Maggie, and we’ll leave his house.

  MAGGIE [patting his kind head]. Not me, David.

  [This is a MAGGIE they have known but forgotten; all three brighten.]

  DAVID. You haven’t given in!

  [The smile flickers and expires.]

  MAGGIE. I want you all to go upstairs, and let me have my try now.

  JAMES. Your try?

  ALICK. Maggie, you put new life into me.

  JAMES. And into me.

  [DAVID says nothing; the way he grips her shoulder says it for him.]

  MAGGIE. I’ll save him, David, if I can.

  DAVID. Does he deserve to be saved after the way he has treated you?

  MAGGIE. You stupid David. What has that to do with it.

  [When they have gone, JOHN comes to the door of the dining-room. There is welling up in him a great pity for MAGGIE, but it has to subside a little when he sees that the knitting is still in her hand. No man likes to be so soon supplanted. SYBIL follows, and the two of them gaze at the active needles.]

  MAGGIE [perceiving that she has visitors]. Come in, John. Sit down, Lady Sybil, and make yourself comfortable. I’m afraid we’ve put you about.

  [She is, after all, only a few years older than they and scarcely looks her age; yet it must have been in some such way as this that the little old woman who lived in a shoe addressed her numerous progeny.]

  JOHN. I’m mortal sorry, Maggie.

  SYBIL [who would be more courageous if she could hold his hand]. And

  I also.

  MAGGIE [soothingly]. I’m sure you are. But as it can’t be helped I see no reason why we three shouldn’t talk the matter over in a practical way.

  [SYBIL looks doubtful, but JOHN hangs on desperately to the word practical.]

  JOHN. If you could understand, Maggie, what an inspiration she is to me and my work.

  SYBIL. Indeed, Mrs. Shand, I think of nothing else.

  MAGGIE. That’s fine. That’s as it should be.

  SYBIL [talking too much]. Mrs. Shand, I think you are very kind to take it so reasonably.

  MAGGIE. That’s the Scotch way. When were you thinking of leaving me,

  John?

  [Perhaps this is the Scotch way also; but SYBIL is English, and from the manner in which she starts you would say that something has fallen on her toes.]

  JOHN [who has heard nothing fall]. I think, now that it has come to a breach, the sooner the better. [His tone becomes that of JAMES when asked after the health of his wife.] When it is convenient to you, Maggie.

  MAGGIE [making a rapid calculation]. It couldn’t well be before

  Wednesday. That’s the day the laundry comes home.

  [SYBIL has to draw in her toes again.]

  JOHN. And it’s the day the House rises. [Stifling a groan] It may be my last appearance in the House.

  SYBIL [her arms yearning for him]. No, no, please don’t say that.

  MAGGIE [surveying him sympathetically]. You love the House, don’t you, John, next to her? It’s a pity you can’t wait till after your speech at Leeds. Mr. Venables won’t let you speak at Leeds, I fear, if you leave me.

  JOHN. What a chance it would have been. But let it go.

  MAGGIE. The meeting is in less than a month. Could you not make it such a speech that they would be very loth to lose you?

  JOHN [swelling]. That’s what was in my mind.

  SYBIL [with noble confidence]. And he could have done it.

  MAGGIE. Then we’ve come to something practical.

  JOHN [exercising his imagination with powerful effect]. No, it wouldn’t be fair to you if I was to stay on now.

  MAGGIE. Do you think I’ll let myself be considered when your career is at stake. A month will soon pass for me; I’ll have a lot of packing to do.

  JOHN. It’s noble of you, but I don’t deserve it, and I can’t take it from you.

  MAGGIE. Now’s the time, Lady Sybil, for you to have one of your inspiring ideas.

  SYBIL [ever ready]. Yes, yes — but what?

  [It is odd that they should both turn to MAGGIE at this moment.]

  MAGGIE [who has already been saying it to herself]. What do you think of this: I can stay on here with my father and brothers; and you, John, can go away somewhere and devote yourself to your speech?

  SYBIL. Yes.

  JOHN. That might be. [Considerately] Away from both of you. Where could I go?

  SYBIL [ever ready]. Where?

  MAGGIE. I know.

  [She has called up a number on the telephone before they have time to check her.]

  JOHN [on his dignity]. Don’t be in such a hurry, Maggie.

  MAGGIE. Is this Lamb’s Hotel? Put me on to the Comtesse de la Briere, please.

  SYBIL [with a sinking]. What do you want with Auntie?

  MAGGIE. Her cottage in the country would be the very place. She invited John and me.

  JOHN. Yes, but —

  MAGGIE [arguing]. And Mr. Venables is to be there. Think of the impression you could make on HIM, seeing him daily for three weeks.

  JOHN. There’s something in that.

  MAGGIE. Is it you, Comtesse? I’m Maggie Shand.

  SYBIL. You are not to tell her that — ?

  MAGGIE. No. [To the COMTESSE] Oh, I’m very well, never was better. Yes, yes; you see I can’t, because my folk have never been in London before, and I must take them about and show them the sights. But John could come to you alone; why not?

  JOHN [with proper pride]. If she’s not keen to have me, I won’t go.