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HECTOR [
thunderstruck
] You don't tell me so!
thunderstruck
] You don't tell me so!
TANNER We do. In confidence .
RAMSDEN [
with an air of importance, lest MALONE should suspect a misalliance
] Her marriage has not yet been made known: she desires that it shall not be mentioned for the present.
with an air of importance, lest MALONE should suspect a misalliance
] Her marriage has not yet been made known: she desires that it shall not be mentioned for the present.
HECTOR I shall respect the lady's wishes. Would it be indiscreet to ask who her husband is, in case I should have an opportunity of consulting him about this trip?
TANNER We don't know who he is.
HECTOR
[retiring into his shell in a very marked manner]
In that case, I have no more to say.
[retiring into his shell in a very marked manner]
In that case, I have no more to say.
They become more embarrassed than ever.
OCTAVIUS You must think this very strange.
HECTOR A little singular. Pardon me for saying so.
RAMSDEN [
half apologetic, half buffy
] The young lady was married secretly; and her husband has forbidden her, it seems, to declare his name. It is only right to tell you, since you are interested in Missâerâin Violet.
half apologetic, half buffy
] The young lady was married secretly; and her husband has forbidden her, it seems, to declare his name. It is only right to tell you, since you are interested in Missâerâin Violet.
OCTAVIUS [
sympathetically
] I hope this is not a disappointment to you.
sympathetically
] I hope this is not a disappointment to you.
HECTOR [
softened, coming out of his shell again]
Well: it is a blow. I can hardly understand how a man can leave his wife in such a position. Surely it's not customary. It's not manly. It's not considerate.
softened, coming out of his shell again]
Well: it is a blow. I can hardly understand how a man can leave his wife in such a position. Surely it's not customary. It's not manly. It's not considerate.
OCTAVIUS We feel that, as you may imagine, pretty deeply.
RAMSDEN [
testily
] It is some young fool who has not enough experience to know what mystifications of this kind lead to.
testily
] It is some young fool who has not enough experience to know what mystifications of this kind lead to.
HECTOR [
with strong symptoms of moral repugnance]
I hope so. A man need be very young and pretty foolish too to be excused for such conduct. You take a very lenient view, Mr. Ramsden. Too lenient to my mind. Surely marriage should ennoble a man.
with strong symptoms of moral repugnance]
I hope so. A man need be very young and pretty foolish too to be excused for such conduct. You take a very lenient view, Mr. Ramsden. Too lenient to my mind. Surely marriage should ennoble a man.
TANNER [
sardonically
] Ha!
sardonically
] Ha!
TANNER [
drily
] Get married and try. You may find it delightful for a while: you certainly won't find it ennobling. The greatest common measure of a man and a woman is not necessarily greater than the man's single measure.
drily
] Get married and try. You may find it delightful for a while: you certainly won't find it ennobling. The greatest common measure of a man and a woman is not necessarily greater than the man's single measure.
HECTOR Well, we think in America that a woman's morl number is higher than a manâs, and that the purer nature of a woman lifts a man right out of himself, and makes him better than he was.
OCTAVIUS [
with conviction
] So it does.
with conviction
] So it does.
TANNER No wonder American women prefer to live in Europe! It's more comfortable than standing all their lives on an altar to be worshipped. Anyhow, Violet's husband has not been ennobled. So what's to be done?
HECTOR [
shaking his head]
I can't dismiss that man's conduct as lightly as you do, Mr. Tanner. However, I'll say no more. Whoever he is, he's Miss Robinson's husband; and I should be glad for her sake to think better of him.
shaking his head]
I can't dismiss that man's conduct as lightly as you do, Mr. Tanner. However, I'll say no more. Whoever he is, he's Miss Robinson's husband; and I should be glad for her sake to think better of him.
OCTAVIUS [
touched; for he divines a secret sorrow]
I'm very sorry, Malone. Very sorry.
touched; for he divines a secret sorrow]
I'm very sorry, Malone. Very sorry.
HECTOR
[gratefully]
You're a good fellow, Robinson. Thank you.
[gratefully]
You're a good fellow, Robinson. Thank you.
TANNER Talk about something else. Violet's coming from the house.
HECTOR I should esteem it a very great favor, gentlemen, if you would take the opportunity to let me have a few words with the lady alone. I shall have to cry off this trip; and it's rather a delicateâ
RAMSDEN
[glad to escape]
Say no more. Come, Tanner. Come, Tavy.
[He strolls away into the park with OCTAVIUS and TANNER,
past
the motor car].
[glad to escape]
Say no more. Come, Tanner. Come, Tavy.
[He strolls away into the park with OCTAVIUS and TANNER,
past
the motor car].
VIOLET comes down the avenue to HECTOR.
VIOLET Are they looking?
HECTOR No.
She kisses him.
VIOLET Have you been telling lies for my sake?
HECTOR Lying! Lying hardly describes it. I overdo it. I get carried away in an ecstacy of mendacity. Violet: I wish you'd let me own up.
VIOLET
[instantly becoming serious and resolute]
No, no, Hector: you promised me not to.
[instantly becoming serious and resolute]
No, no, Hector: you promised me not to.
HECTOR I'll keep my promise until you release me from it. But I feel mean, lying to those men, and denying my wife. Just dastardly.
VIOLET I wish your father were not so unreasonable.
HECTOR He's not unreasonable. He's right from his point of view. He has a prejudice against the English middle class.
VIOLET It's too ridiculous. You know how I dislike saying such things to you, Hector; but if I were toâoh, well, no matter.
HECTOR I know. If you were to marry the son of an English manufacturer of office furniture, your friends would consider it a misalliance. And here's my silly old dad, who is the biggest office furniture man in the world, would shew me the door for marrying the most perfect lady in England merely because she has no handle to her name. Of course it's just absurd. But I tell you, Violet, I don't like deceiving him. I feel as if I was stealing his money. Why won't you let me own up?
VIOLET We can't afford it. You can be as romantic as you please about love, Hector; but you mustn't be romantic about money.
HECTOR
[divided between his uxoriousness and his habitual elevation of moral sentiment]
That's very English.
[Appealing to her impulsively]
Violet: dad's bound to find us out someday.
[divided between his uxoriousness and his habitual elevation of moral sentiment]
That's very English.
[Appealing to her impulsively]
Violet: dad's bound to find us out someday.
VIOLET Oh yes, later on of course. But don't let's go over this every time we meet, dear. You promisedâ
HECTOR All right, all right, Iâ
VIOLET [
not to be silenced
] It is I and not you who suffer by this concealment; and as to facing a struggle and poverty and all that sort of thing I simply will not do it. It's too silly.
not to be silenced
] It is I and not you who suffer by this concealment; and as to facing a struggle and poverty and all that sort of thing I simply will not do it. It's too silly.
HECTOR You shall not. I'll sort of borrow the money from my dad until I get on my own feet; and then I can own up and pay up at the same time.
VIOLET [
alarmed and indignant]
Do you mean to work? Do you want to spoil our marriage?
alarmed and indignant]
Do you mean to work? Do you want to spoil our marriage?
HECTOR Well, I don't mean to let marriage spoil my character. Your friend Mr. Tanner has got the laugh on me a bit already about that; andâ
VIOLET The beast! I hate Jack Tanner.
HECTOR
[magnanimously]
Oh, he s all right: he only needs the love of a good woman to ennoble him. Besides, he's proposed a motoring trip to Nice; and I'm going to take you.
[magnanimously]
Oh, he s all right: he only needs the love of a good woman to ennoble him. Besides, he's proposed a motoring trip to Nice; and I'm going to take you.
VIOLET How jolly!
HECTOR Yes; but how are we going to manage? You see, they've warned me off going with you, so to speak. They've told me in confidence that you're married. That's just the most overwhelming confidence I've ever been honored with.
TANNER returns with STRAKER, who goes to his car.
TANNER Your car is a great success, Mr. Malone. Your engineer is showing it off to Mr. Ramsden.
HECTOR [
eagerlyâforgetting himself
] Let's come, Vi.
eagerlyâforgetting himself
] Let's come, Vi.
VIOLET [
coldly, warning him with her eyes
] I beg your pardon, Mr. Malone, I did not quite catchâ
coldly, warning him with her eyes
] I beg your pardon, Mr. Malone, I did not quite catchâ
HECTOR [
recollecting himself
] I ask to be allowed the pleasure of shewing you my little American steam car, Miss Robinson.
recollecting himself
] I ask to be allowed the pleasure of shewing you my little American steam car, Miss Robinson.
VIOLET I shall be very pleased. [
They go off together down the avenue
]
.
They go off together down the avenue
]
.
TANNER About this trip, Straker.
STRAKER
[preoccupied with the car
] Yes?
[preoccupied with the car
] Yes?
TANNER Miss Whitefield is supposed to be coming with me. STRAKER So I gather.
TANNER Mr. Robinson is to be one of the party.
STRAKER Yes.
TANNER Well, if you can manage so as to be a good deal occupied with me, and leave Mr. Robinson a good deal occupied with Miss Whitefield, he will be deeply grateful to you.
STRAKER [
looking round at him
] Evidently.
looking round at him
] Evidently.
TANNER “Evidently”! Your grandfather would have simply winked.
STRAKER My grandfather would have touched his at.
TANNER And I should have given your good nice respectful grandfather a sovereign.
STRAKER Five shillins, more likely. [
He leaves the car and approaches TANNER].
What about the lady's views?
He leaves the car and approaches TANNER].
What about the lady's views?
TANNER She is just as willing to be left to Mr. Robinson as Mr. Robinson is to be left to her.
[STRAKER looks at his principal with cool scepticism; then turns to the car whistling his favorite air
]
.
Stop that aggravating noise. What do you mean by it?
[STRAKER calmly resumes the melody and finishes it. TANNER politely hears it out before he again addresses STRAKER, this time with elaborate seriousness
]
.
Enry: I have ever been a warm advocate of the spread of music among the masses; but I object to your obliging the company whenever Miss Whitefield's name is mentioned. You did it this morning, too.
[STRAKER looks at his principal with cool scepticism; then turns to the car whistling his favorite air
]
.
Stop that aggravating noise. What do you mean by it?
[STRAKER calmly resumes the melody and finishes it. TANNER politely hears it out before he again addresses STRAKER, this time with elaborate seriousness
]
.
Enry: I have ever been a warm advocate of the spread of music among the masses; but I object to your obliging the company whenever Miss Whitefield's name is mentioned. You did it this morning, too.
STRAKER [
obstinately
] It's not a bit o use. Mr. Robinson may as well give it up first as last.
obstinately
] It's not a bit o use. Mr. Robinson may as well give it up first as last.
TANNER Why?
STRAKER Garn! You know why. Course it's not my business; but you needn't start kiddin me about it.
TANNER I am not kidding. I don't know why.
STRAKER [
cheerfully sulky
] Oh, very well. All right. It ain't my business.
cheerfully sulky
] Oh, very well. All right. It ain't my business.
TANNER [
impressively
] I trust, Enry, that, as between employer and engineer, I shall always know how to keep my proper distance, and not intrude my private affairs on you. Even our business arrangements are subject to the approval of your Trade Union. But don't abuse your advantages. Let me remind you that Voltaire said that what was too silly to be said could be sung.
impressively
] I trust, Enry, that, as between employer and engineer, I shall always know how to keep my proper distance, and not intrude my private affairs on you. Even our business arrangements are subject to the approval of your Trade Union. But don't abuse your advantages. Let me remind you that Voltaire said that what was too silly to be said could be sung.
STRAKER It wasn't Voltaire: it was Bow Mar Shay.
TANNER I stand corrected: Beaumarchais
dm
of course. Now you seem to think that what is too delicate to be said can be whistled. Unfortunately your whistling, though melodious, is unintelligible. Come! there's nobody listening: neither my genteel relatives nor the secretary of your confounded Union. As man to man, Enry, why do you think that my friend has no chance with Miss Whitefield?
dm
of course. Now you seem to think that what is too delicate to be said can be whistled. Unfortunately your whistling, though melodious, is unintelligible. Come! there's nobody listening: neither my genteel relatives nor the secretary of your confounded Union. As man to man, Enry, why do you think that my friend has no chance with Miss Whitefield?
STRAKER Cause she's arter summun else.
TANNER Bosh! who else?
STRAKER You.
TANNER Me!!!
STRAKER Mean to tell me you didn't know? Oh, come, Mr. Tanner !
TANNER [
in fierce earnest
] Are you playing the fool, or do you mean it?
in fierce earnest
] Are you playing the fool, or do you mean it?
STRAKER [
with a flash of temper
] I'm not playin no fool. [
More coolly
] Why, it's as plain as the nose on your face. If you ain't spotted that, you don't know much about these sort of things. [
Serene again
] Ex-cuse me, you know, Mr. Tanner; but you asked me as man to man; and I told you as man to man.
with a flash of temper
] I'm not playin no fool. [
More coolly
] Why, it's as plain as the nose on your face. If you ain't spotted that, you don't know much about these sort of things. [
Serene again
] Ex-cuse me, you know, Mr. Tanner; but you asked me as man to man; and I told you as man to man.
TANNER [
wildly appealing to the heavens
] Then Iâ
I
am the bee, the spider, the marked down victim, the destined prey.
wildly appealing to the heavens
] Then Iâ
I
am the bee, the spider, the marked down victim, the destined prey.
STRAKER I dunno about the bee and the spider. But the marked down victim, that's what you are and no mistake; and a jolly good job for you, too, I should say.
TANNER [
momentously
] Henry Straker: the golden moment of your life has arrived.
momentously
] Henry Straker: the golden moment of your life has arrived.
STRAKER What dây'ean?
TANNER That record to Biskra.
STRAKER [
eagerly
] Yes?
eagerly
] Yes?
TANNER Break it.
STRAKER [
rising to the height of his destiny
] Dây' mean it?
rising to the height of his destiny
] Dây' mean it?
TANNER I do.
STRAKER When?
TANNER Now. Is that machine ready to start?
STRAKER
[quailing]
But you canâtâ
[quailing]
But you canâtâ
TANNER
[cutting him short by getting into the car]
Off we go. First to the bank for money; then to my rooms for my kit; then to your rooms for your kit; then break the record from London to Dover or Folkestone; then across the channel and away like mad to Marseilles, Gibraltar, Genoa, any port from which we can sail to a Mahometan country where men are protected from women.
[cutting him short by getting into the car]
Off we go. First to the bank for money; then to my rooms for my kit; then to your rooms for your kit; then break the record from London to Dover or Folkestone; then across the channel and away like mad to Marseilles, Gibraltar, Genoa, any port from which we can sail to a Mahometan country where men are protected from women.
STRAKER Garn! you're kiddin.
TANNER
[resolutely]
Stay behind then. If you won't come I'll do it alone.
[He starts the motor].
[resolutely]
Stay behind then. If you won't come I'll do it alone.
[He starts the motor].
STRAKER
[running after him]
Here! Mister! arf a mo! steady on!
[he scrambles in as the car plunges forward
]
.
[running after him]
Here! Mister! arf a mo! steady on!
[he scrambles in as the car plunges forward
]
.
ACT III
Evening in the Sierra Nevada. Rolling slopes of brown, with olive trees instead of apple trees in the cultivated patches, and occasional prickly pears instead of gorse and bracken in the wilds. Higher up, tall stone peaks and precipices, all handsome and distinguished. No wild nature here: rather a most aristocratic mountain landscape made by a fastidious artist-creator. No vulgar profusion of vegetation: even a touch of aridity in the frequent patches of stones: Spanish magnificence and Spanish economy everywhere.
8
8
Not very far north of a spot at which the high road over one of the passes crosses a tunnel on the railway from Malaga to Granada, is one of the mountain amphitheatres of the Sierra. Looking at it from the wide end of the horse-shoe, one sees, a little to the right, in the face of the cliff, a romantic cave which is really an abandoned quarry, and towards the left a little hill, commanding a view of the road, which skirts the amphitheatre on the left, maintaining its higher level on embankments and an occasional stone arch. On the hill, watching the road, is a man who is either a Spaniard or a Scotchman. Probably a Spaniard, since he wears the dress of a Spanish goatherd and seems at home in the Sierra Nevada, but very like a Scotchman for all that. In the hollow, on the slope leading to the quarry-cave, are about a dozen men who, as they recline at their ease round a heap of smouldering white ashes of dead leaf and brush wood, have an air of being conscious of themselves as picturesque scoundrels honoring the Sierra by using it as an elective pictorial background. As a matter of artistic fact they are not picturesque; and the mountains tolerate them as lions tolerate lice. An English policeman or Poor Law Guardian would recognize them as a selected band of tramps and ablebodied paupers.
This description of them is not wholly contemptuous. Whoever has intelligently observed the tramp, or visited the ablebodied ward of a workhouse, will admit that our social failures are not all drunkards and weaklings. Some of them are men who do not fit the class they were born into. Precisely the same qualities that make the educated gentleman an artist may make an uneducated manual laborer an ablebodied pauper. There are men who fall helplessly into the workhouse because they are good for nothing; but there are also men who are there because they are strongminded enough to disregard the social convention (obviously not a disinterested one on the part of the ratepayer) which bids a man live by heavy and badly paid drudgery when he has the alternative of walking into the workhouse, announcing himself as a destitute person, and legally compelling the Guardians to feed, clothe and house him better than he could feed, clothe and house himself without great exertion. When a man who is born a poet refuses a stool in a stockbroker's office, and starves in a garret, spunging on a poor landlady or on his friends and relatives sooner than work against his grain; or when a lady, because she is a lady, will face any extremity of parasitic dependence rather than take a situation as cook or parlormaid, we make large allowances for them. To such allowances the ablebodied pauper, and his nomadic variant the tramp, are equally entitled.
Further, the imaginative man, if his life is to be tolerable to him, must have leisure to tell himself stories, and a position which lends itself to imaginative decoration. The ranks of unskilled labor offer no such positions. We misuse our laborers horribly; and when a man refuses to be misused, we have no right to say that he is refusing honest work. Let us be frank in this matter before we go on with our play; so that we may enjoy it without hypocrisy. If we were reasoning, farsighted people, four fifths of us would go straight to the Guardians for relief, and knock the whole social system to pieces with most beneficial reconstructive results. The reason we do not do this is because we work like bees or ants, by instinct or habit, not reasoning about the matter at all. Therefore when a man comes along who can and does reason, and who, applying the Kantian test to his conduct, can truly say to us, If everybody did as I do, the world would be compelled to reform itself industrially, and abolish slavery and squalor, which exist only because everybody does as you do, let us honor that man and seriously consider the advisability of following his example. Such a man is the ablebodied, able-minded pauper. Were he a gentleman doing his best to get a pension or a sinecure instead of sweeping a crossing, nobody would blame him for deciding that so long as the alternative lies between living mainly at the expense of the community and allowing the community to live mainly at his, it would be folly to accept what is to him personally the greater of the two evils.
We may therefore contemplate the tramps of the Sierra without prejudice, admitting cheerfully that our objects
â
briefly, to be gentlemen of fortuneâare much the same as theirs, and the difference in our position and methods merely accidental. One or two of them, perhaps, it would be wiser to kill without malice in a friendly and frank manner; for there are bipeds, just as there are quadrupeds, who are too dangerous to be left unchained and unmuzzled; and these cannot fairly expect to have other men's lives wasted in the work of watching them. But as society has not the courage to kill them, and, when it catches them, simply wreaks on them some superstitious expiatory rites of torture and degradation, and then lets them loose with heightened qualifications for mischief, it is just as well that they are at large in the
Sierra,
and in the hands of a chief who looks as if he might possibly, on provocation, order them to be shot.
â
briefly, to be gentlemen of fortuneâare much the same as theirs, and the difference in our position and methods merely accidental. One or two of them, perhaps, it would be wiser to kill without malice in a friendly and frank manner; for there are bipeds, just as there are quadrupeds, who are too dangerous to be left unchained and unmuzzled; and these cannot fairly expect to have other men's lives wasted in the work of watching them. But as society has not the courage to kill them, and, when it catches them, simply wreaks on them some superstitious expiatory rites of torture and degradation, and then lets them loose with heightened qualifications for mischief, it is just as well that they are at large in the
Sierra,
and in the hands of a chief who looks as if he might possibly, on provocation, order them to be shot.
This chief, seated in the centre of the group on a squared block of stone from the quarry, is a tall strong man, with a striking cockatoo nose, glossy black hair, pointed beard, upturned moustache, and a Mephistophelean affectation which is fairly imposing, perhaps because the scenery admits of a larger swagger than Piccadilly, perhaps because of a certain sentimentality in the man which gives him that touch of grace which alone can excuse deliberate picturesquesness. His eyes and mouth are by no means rascally; he has a fine voice and a ready wit; and whether he is really the strongest man in the party or not, he looks it. He is certainly the best fed, the best dressed, and the best trained.
The fact that he speaks English is not unexpected, in spite of the Spanish landscape;for with the exception of one man who might be guessed as a bullfighter ruined by drink, and one unmistakable Frenchman, they are all cockney or American; therefore, in a land of cloaks and sombreros, they mostly wear seedy overcoats, woollen mufflers, hard hemispherical hats, and dirty brown gloves. Only a very few dress after their leader, whose broad sombrero with a cock's feather in the band, and voluminous cloak descending to his high boots, are as un-English as possible. None of them are armed; and the ungloved ones keep their hands in their pockets because it is their national belief that it must be dangerously cold in the open air with the night coming on. (It is as warm an evening as any reasonable man could desire).
Except the bullfighting inebriate there is only one
person
in the company who looks more than, say, thirty-three. He is a small man with reddish whiskers, weak eyes, and the anxious look of a small tradesman in difficulties. He wears the only tall hat visible: it shines in the sunset with the sticky glow of some sixpenny patent hat reviver, often applied and constantly tending to produce a worse state of the original surface than the ruin it was applied to remedy. He has a collar and cuffs of celluloid; and his brown Chesterfield overcoat, with velvet collar, is still presentable. He is pre-eminently the respectable man of the party, and is certainly over forty, possibly over fifty. He is the corner man on the leader's right, opposite three men in scarlet ties on his left. One of these three is the Frenchman. Of the remaining two, who are both English, one is argumentative, solemn, and obstinate; the other rowdy and mischievous.
person
in the company who looks more than, say, thirty-three. He is a small man with reddish whiskers, weak eyes, and the anxious look of a small tradesman in difficulties. He wears the only tall hat visible: it shines in the sunset with the sticky glow of some sixpenny patent hat reviver, often applied and constantly tending to produce a worse state of the original surface than the ruin it was applied to remedy. He has a collar and cuffs of celluloid; and his brown Chesterfield overcoat, with velvet collar, is still presentable. He is pre-eminently the respectable man of the party, and is certainly over forty, possibly over fifty. He is the corner man on the leader's right, opposite three men in scarlet ties on his left. One of these three is the Frenchman. Of the remaining two, who are both English, one is argumentative, solemn, and obstinate; the other rowdy and mischievous.
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