MRS.BARTHWICK.Oh, Jack!
BARTHWICK.Good Gracious!
JACK.And Mrs.Jones saw me.I wish you would n't bait me so.
ROPER.Do you remember giving any one a drink?
JACK.By Jove, I do seem to remember a fellow with--a fellow with [He looks at Roper.] I say, d' you want me----?
ROPER.[Quick as lightning.] With a dirty face?
JACK.[With illumination.] I do--I distinctly remember his----[BARTHWICK moves abruptly; MRS.BARTHWICK looks at ROPERangrily, and touches her son's arm.]
MRS.BARTHWICK.You don't remember, it's ridiculous! I don't believe the man was ever here at all.
BARTHWICK.You must speak the truth, if it is the truth.But if you do remember such a dirty business, I shall wash my hands of you altogether.
JACK.[Glaring at them.] Well, what the devil----MRS.BARTHWICK.Jack!
JACK.Well, Mother, I--I don't know what you do want.
MRS.BARTHWICK.We want you to speak the truth and say you never let this low man into the house.
BARTHWICK.Of course if you think that you really gave this man whisky in that disgraceful way, and let him see what you'd been doing, and were in such a disgusting condition that you don't remember a word of it----ROPER.[Quick.] I've no memory myself--never had.
BARTHWICK.[Desperately.] I don't know what you're to say.
ROPER.[To JACK.] Say nothing at all! Don't put yourself in a false position.The man stole the things or the woman stole the things, you had nothing to do with it.You were asleep on the sofa.
MRS.BARTHWICK.Your leaving the latch-key in the door was quite bad enough, there's no need to mention anything else.[Touching his forehead softly.] My dear, how hot your head is!
JACK.But I want to know what I 'm to do.[Passionately.] I won't be badgered like this.
[MRS.BARTHWICK recoils from him.]
ROPER.[Very quickly.] You forget all about it.You were asleep.
JACK.Must I go down to the Court to-morrow?
ROPER.[Shaking his head.] No.
BARTHWICK.[In a relieved voice.] Is that so?
ROPER.Yes.
BARTHWICK.But you'll go, Roper.
ROPER.Yes.
JACK.[With wan cheerfulness.] Thanks, awfully! So long as Idon't have to go.[Putting his hand up to his head.] I think if you'll excuse me--I've had a most beastly day.[He looks from his father to his mother.]
MRS.BARTHWICK.[Turning quickly.] Goodnight, my boy.
JACK.Good-night, Mother.
[He goes out.MRS.BARTHWICK heaves a sigh.There is a silence.]
BARTHWICK.He gets off too easily.But for my money that woman would have prosecuted him.
ROPER.You find money useful.
BARTHWICK.I've my doubts whether we ought to hide'the truth----ROPER.There'll be a remand.
BARTHWICK.What! D' you mean he'll have to appear on the remand.
ROPER.Yes.
BARTHWICK.H'm, I thought you'd be able to---- Look here, Roper, you must keep that purse out of the papers.
[ROPER fixes his little eyes on him and nods.]
MRS.BARTHWICK.Mr.Roper, don't you think the magistrate ought to be told what sort of people these Jones's are; I mean about their immorality before they were married.I don't know if John told you.
ROPER.Afraid it's not material.
MRS.BARTHWICK.Not material?
ROPER.Purely private life! May have happened to the magistrate.
BARTHWICK.[With a movement as if to shift a burden.] Then you'll take the thing into your hands?
ROPER.If the gods are kind.[He holds his hand out.]
BARTHWICK.[Shaking it dubiously.] Kind eh? What? You going?
ROPER.Yes.I've another case, something like yours--most unexpected.
[He bows to MRS.BARTHWICK, and goes out, followed by BARTHWICK, talking to the last.MRS.BARTHWICK at the table bursts into smothered sobs.BARTHWICK returns.]
BARTHWICK.[To himself.] There'll be a scandal!
MRS.BARTHWICK.[Disguising her grief at once.] I simply can't imagine what Roper means by ****** a joke of a thing like that!
BARTHWICK.[Staring strangely.] You! You can't imagine anything!
You've no more imagination than a fly!
MRS.BARTHWICK.[Angrily.] You dare to tell me that I have no imagination.
BARTHWICK.[Flustered.] I--I 'm upset.From beginning to end, the whole thing has been utterly against my principles.
MRS.BARTHWICK.Rubbish! You have n't any! Your principles are nothing in the world but sheer fright!
BARTHWICK.[Walking to the window.] I've never been frightened in my life.You heard what Roper said.It's enough to upset one when a thing like this happens.Everything one says and does seems to turn in one's mouth--it's--it's uncanny.It's not the sort of thing I've been accustomed to.[As though stifling, he throws the window open.The faint sobbing of a child comes in.] What's that?
[They listen.]
MRS.BARTHWICK.[Sharply.] I can't stand that crying.I must send Marlow to stop it.My nerves are all on edge.[She rings the bell.]
BARTHWICK.I'll shut the window; you'll hear nothing.[He shuts the window.There is silence.
MRS.BARTHWICK.[Sharply.] That's no good! It's on my nerves.
Nothing upsets me like a child's crying.
[MARLOW comes in.]
What's that noise of crying, Marlow? It sounds like a child.
BARTHWICK.It is a child.I can see it against the railings.
MARLOW.[Opening the window, and looking out quietly.] It's Mrs.
Jones's little boy, ma'am; he came here after his mother.
MRS.BARTHWICK.[Moving quickly to the window.] Poor little chap!
John, we ought n't to go on with this!
BARTHWICK.[Sitting heavily in a chair.] Ah! but it's out of our hands!
[MRS.BARTHWICK turns her back to the window.There is an expression of distress on hey face.She stands motionless, compressing her lips.The crying begins again.BARTHWICKcoveys his ears with his hands, and MARLOW shuts the window.
The crying ceases.]
The curtain falls.