THE SCHOOLMISTReSS THE PLAYS OF ARTHUR W. PINERO Paper cover, is. 6d.; cloth, 2s. 6d. each. THE TIMES THE PROFLIGATE THE CABINET MINISTER THE HOBB Y-HORSE LADY BOUNTIFUL THE MAGISTRATE DANDY DICK S WEE T LA VENDER THE SCHOOLMISTRESS THE WEAKER SEX THE AMAZONS *THE SECOND MRS. TANQUERAY THE NOTORIOUS MRS. EBBSMITH THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THE PRINCESS AND THE BUTTERFL Y TRELA WNY OF THE " WELLS" "- THE GA Y LORD QUEX IRIS LETTY * This play can be had in Library form, 4to0, cloth. With a Portrait. 5s. t A Limited Edition of this Play on Handmade Paper, with a New Portrait, ios. net. THE PINERO BIRTHDAY BOOK SELECTED AND ARRANGED BY MYRA HAMILTON With a Portrait, cloth extra, price 2s. 6d. LONDON: WILLIAM IHEINEMANN !tHE w4 F R CE In Three Adcts By ARTH UR W. PINERO LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN MDCCCCVY; COPYRIGHT, 1894. All1 right/s reserved. En/ered at S/a/loners' Hall. Entered at the Library of Congress, Washing-ton, U.S.A. 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M JAFFRAY...... M MRS. RANKLING..... M Miss DYOTT (Principal of Volumnia College for Daughters of Gentlemen) M DINAH....... M GWENDOLINE HAWKINS... M ERMYNTRUDE JOHNSON... M PEGGY HESSLERIGGE (an Articled Pupil) M JANE CHIPMAN..... M r. CHEVALIER. r. W. PHILLIPS. r. FRED CAPE. r. LUGG. iss EMILY CROSS. rs. JOHN WOOD. iss CUDMORE. iss VINEY. iss LA COSTE. iss NORREYS. iss ROCHE. ACT I. THE MYSTERY. Reception Room at Volumnia College, Volumnia House, near Portland Place. ACT II. THE PARTY. Class Room at Volumnia College. ACT III. NIGHTMARE. Morning Room at Admiral Rankling's in Portland Place. THe P8tSONS OF THC PLAT THE HON. VERE QUECKETT MISS DYOTT (Principal of Volumnia College for Daughters of Gentlemen) REAR-ADMIRAL ARCHIBALD RANKLING, C.B. (of H.M. Flag-ship Pandora) MRS. RANKLING DINAH MR. REGINALD PAULOVER PEGGY HESSLERIGGE (an Articled Pupil) LIEUT. JOHN MALLORY (of H.M. Flag-ship Pandora) MR. SAUNDERS (Mr. Mallory's nephew, of the Training-ship Dexterous) GWENDOLINE HAWKINS ERMYNTRUDE JOHNSON MR. OTTO BERNSTEIN (a Popular Composer) TYLER (a Servant) JANE CHIPMAN GOFF JAFFRAY THE FIRST ACT THE MYSTERY THE SECOND ACT THE PARTY THE THIRD ACT NIGHTMARE THE SCHOOLMISTRESS THE FIRST ACT The Scene is the Reception-room at Miss DYoTT's Seminary for young ladies, known as Volumnia College, Volumnia House, near Portland Place. The windows look on to the street. A large door at the further end of the room opens to the hall, where there are some portmanteaus standing, and there is another door on the spectator's right. JANE CHIPMAN, a stout, middle-aged servant, and TYLER, an unhealthy-looking youth, wearing a page's jacket, enter the room, carrying between them a huge travelling-trunk. TYLER. [Breathlessly.] 'Old 'ard-'old 'ard! Phew! [They rest the trunk on the floor. TYLER then dabs his forehead with a small, dirty handkerchief, which he afterwards passes on to JANE.] Excuse me not offering it to you first, Jane. JANE. [Dabbing the palms of her hands.] Don't name it, Tyler. Do you 'appen to know what time Missus starts? A THE SCHOOLMISTRESS TYLER. Two-thirty, I 'eard say. JANE. It's a queer thing her going away like this alonenot to say nothing of a schoolmistress leaving a lot of foolish young gals for a month or six weeks. TYLER. [Sitting despondently on the trunk.] Cook and the parlourmaid got rid of too-it's not much of a Christmas vacation we shall get, you and me, Jane. JANE. You're right. [Sitting on the sofa.] Let's see-how many of our young ladies 'aven't gone home for their 'olidays? TYLER. Well, there's Miss 'Awkins. JANE. Her people is in India. TYLER. Miss Johnson. JANE. Her people is in the Divorce Court. TYLER. Miss Hesslerigge. JANE. Oh, she ain't got no 'ome. She's a orphan, studying for to be a governess. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 3 TYLER. Then there's this new girl, Miss Ranklin'. JANE. Dinah Ranklin' 2 TYLER. Yes, Dinah Ranklin'. Now, why is she to spend her Exmas at our College? She's the daughter of Admiral Ranklin', and the Ranklin's live jest round the corner at Collin'wood 'Ouse. JANE. Oh, she's been fallin' in love or something, and has got to be locked up. TYLER. Well then, last but not least, there's the individual who is kicking his 'eels about the 'ouse, and giving himself the airs of the 'aughty. JANE. [Mysteriously.] What-Missus's husband TYLER. Yes-Missus's husband. JANE. Ah! Mark my word, if ever there was a Mystery, there's one. TYLER. Who is he? Missus brings him 'ome about a month ago, and doesn't introduce him to us or to nobody. The order is she's still to be called Miss Dyott, and we don't know even his nasty name. 4 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS JANE. [Returning to the trunk.] She calls him Ducky. TYLER. Yes, but we can't call him Ducky. [Pointing to the handkerchief which JANE has left upon the sofa.] My 'andkerchief, please. I don't let anybody use it. JANE. [Returning the handkerchief.] Excuse me. [In putting the handkerchief into his breast-pocket, he first removes a handful of cheap-looking squibs.] Lor'! you will carry them deadly fireworks about with you, Tyler. TYLER. [Regarding them fondly.] Fireworks is my only disserpation. There ain't much danger unless anybody lunges at me. [Producing some dirty crackers from his trousers pockets, and regarding them with gloomy relish.] Friction is the risk I run. JANE. [Palpitating.] Oh, don't, Tyler! How can you 'ave such a 'ankering? TYLER. [Intensely.] It's more than a 'ankering. I love to 'oard 'em and meller 'em. To-day they're damp-tomorrow they're dry. And when the time comes for to let them offJANE. Then they don't go off. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 5 TYLER. [Putting the fireworks away.] P'r'aps not-and it's their 'orrible uncertainty wot I crave after. Lift your end, Jane. ['They take up the trunk as GWENDOLINE HAWKINS and ERMYNTRUDE JOHNSON, two pretty girls, the one gushing, the other haughty in demeanour, appear in the hall. GWENDOLINE. Here are Miss Dyott's boxes; she is really going to-day. I am so happy! ERMYNTRUDE. What an inexpressible relief! Oh, Tyler, I am dissatisfied with the manner in which my shoes are polished. GWENDOLINE. Yes-and, Tyler, you never fed my mice last night. TYLER. It ain't my place. Birds and mice is Jane's place. GWENDOLINE. You are an inhuman boy! [Shaking TYLER.] ERMYNTRUDE. You are a creature! JANE. Don't shake him, Miss, don't shake him! [PEGGY HESSLERIGGE enters through the hall, and comes between TYLER and GWENDOLINE. 6 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS PEGGY is a shabbily dressed, untidy girl, with wild hair and inky fingers. Her voice is rather shrewish and her actions are jerky. Altogether she has the appearance of an overwise and neglected child. PEGGY. Leave the boy alone, Gwendoline Hawkins! What has he done? GWENDOLINE. He won't feed my darling pets. ERMYNTRUDE. And he is generally a Lower Order. PEGGY. Go away, Tyler. [TYLER and JANE deposit the trunk in the hall with the other baggage, and disappear.] You silly girls! To make an enemy of the boy at the very moment we depend upon his devotion! It's just like you, Ermyntrude Johnson! ERMYNTRUDE. Don't you threaten me with your inky finger, Miss Hesslerigge, please! PEGGY. Ugh! Haven't we sworn to help Dinah Rankling with our last breath? Haven't we sworn to free her from the chains of tyranny and oppression, and never to eat much till we have seen her safely and happily by her husband's side? THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 7 ERMYNTRUDE. Yes, but we can't truckle to a pale and stumpy boy, you know. PEGGY. We can-we've got to! If Dinah's husband is ever to enter this house we must crouch before the instrument who opens the door--however short, however pasty. DINAH. [Calling outside.] Are you there, girls? PEGGY. [Jumping, and clapping her hands.] Here's Dinah! ERMYNTRUDE and GWENDOLINE. [Calling.] Dinah! [They run up to the door to receive and embrace DINAH, who enters through the hall. DINAH is an exceedingly pretty, simplelooking girl of about sixteen. GWENDOLINE. We've been waiting for you, Dinah. PEGGY. And now you're going to keep your promise to us, ain't you? DINAH. My promise? PEGGY. To tell us all about it from beginning to end. 8 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS DINAH. [Bashfully.] Oh, I can't-I don't like to. PEGGY. You must; we've only heard your story in bits. DINAH. But where's Miss Dyott? PEGGY. Out-out-out. DINAH. And where is he-Miss Dyott's husband? PEGGY. What-the Mystery? [Skipping across to the righthand door, and going down on her knees and peering through the keyhole.] It's all right. One o'clock in the day, and he's not down yet-the imp! I'd cold spongehim if I were Miss Dyott. Places, young ladies. [ERMYNTRUDE sits with DINAH on the sofa, GWENDOLINE being at DINAH'S feet. PEGGY perches on the edge of the table, with her feet on a chair.] H'm! Now then, Mrs. - What's your name, Dinah? DINAH. [Drooping her eyelids.] Paulover-Mrs. Reginald Paulover. PEGGY. Attention for Mrs. Paulover's narrative. Chapter One. DINAH. Well, dears, I met him at a party--at Mrs. St. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 9 Dunstan's in the Cromwell Road. He was presented to Mamma and me by Major Padgate. PEGGY. Vote of thanks to Major Padgate; I wish we knew him, young ladies. Well DINAH. I bowed, of course, and then Mr. Paulover-Mr. Paulover asked me whether I didn't think the evening was rather warm. PEGGY. He soon began to rattle on, then. It was his conversation that attracted you, I suppose? DINAH. Oh no, love came very gradually. We were introduced at about ten o'clock, and I didn't feel really drawn to him till long after eleven. The next day, being Ma's " At home " day, Major Padgate brought him to tea. PEGGY. Young ladies, what is your opinion of Major Padgate? ERMYNTRUDE. I think he must be awfully considerate. DINAH. He's not-he called my Reginald a " young shaver." PEGGY. That's contemptible enough. How old is your Reginald? o10 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS DINAH. He is much my senior-he was seventeen in November. Well, the following week Reginald proposed to me in the conservatory. He spoke very sensibly about settling down, and how we were not growing younger; and how he'd seen a house in Park Lane which wasn't to let, but which very likely would be to let some day. And then we went into the drawing-room and told Mamma. PEGGY, ERMYNTRUDE, and GWENDOLINE. Well, well? DINAH. [Breaking down and putting her handkerchief to her eyes.] Oh, I shall never forget the scene! I never shall. PEGGY. Don't cry, Dinah! [They all try to console her. DINAH. Mamma, who is very delicate, went into violent hysterics and tore at the hearthrug with her teeth. "But a day or two afterwards she grew a little calmer, and promised to write to Papa, who was with his ship at Malta. PEGGY. And did she? DINAH. Yes. Papa, you know, is Admiral Rankling. His ship, the Pandora, has never run into anything, and so Papa is a very distinguished man. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS It GWENDOLINE. And what was his answer? DINAH. He telegraphed home one terrible word" Bosh!" PEGGY, ERMYNTRUDE, and GWENDOLINE. [Indignantly.] Oh! PEGGY. He ought to be struck into a Flying Dutchman! DINAH. The telegraphic rate from Malta necessitates abruptness, but I can never forgive the choice of such a phrase. But it decided our fate. Three weeks ago, when I was supposed to be selecting wools at Whiteley's, Reginald and I were secretly united at the Registry Office. GWENDOLINE. Oh, how lovely! ERMYNTRUDE. How romantic! DINAH. We declared we were much older than we really are, but, as Reginald said, trouble had aged us, so it wasn't a story. At the doors of the Registry Office we parted. ERMYNTRUDE. How horrible! GWENDOLINE. I couldn't have done that! 12 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS DINAH. And when I reached home there was a letter from Papa ordering Mamma to have me locked up at once in a Boarding School; and here I am-torn from my husband, my letters opened by Miss Dyott, quite friendless and alone. PEGGY. No, that you're not, Dinah. Listen to me! Miss Dyott is going out of town to-day, and I'm left in charge. I'm a poor governess, but playing jailer over bleeding hearts is not in my articles, and if your husband comes to Volumnia House and demands his wife, he doesn't go away without you-does he, young ladies? GWENDOLINE and ERMYNTRUDE. No. PEGGY. We will do as we would be done by-won't we? GWENDOLINE and ERMYNTRUDE. Yes! [The street-door bell is heard, the girls cling to each other. PEGGY, ERMYNTRUDE, and GWENDOLINE. [In a whisper.] Oh! DINAH. [Trembling.] Miss Dyott! [TYLER is seen crossing the hall. PEGGY runs to the wzindow, and looks out. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 13 PEGGY. No, it isn't-it's the postman. DINAH. A letter from Reginald! [TYLER enters with three letters. PEGGY. [Sweetly.] Anything for us, Tyler dear? TYLER. [Looking at the letters, which he guards with one arm.] One for Miss Dinah Ranklin'! DINAH. Oh! [Snatching at her letter, which TYLER quickly slips into his pocket. TYLER. My orders is to hand Miss Ranklin's letters to the Missus. [Handing a letter to PEGGY.] Miss Hesslerigge. PEGGY. [Surprised.] For me? TYLER. [Looking at the third letter.] Oh, look 'ere, here's a go! GIRLS. What's that? TYLER. [Dancing with delight.] Oh, crikey! this must be for hinm 14 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS PEGGY. Miss Dyott's husband! GIRLS. The Mystery! [The GIRLS gather round TYLER and look over his shoulder. PEGGY. [Reading the address.] It's re-addressed from the Junior Amalgamated Club, St. James's Street. [Snatching the letter from TYLER.] Gracious! "The Honourable Vere Queckett"! GWENDOLINE. The Honourable! ERMYNTRUDE. The Honourable! TYLER. What's that mean? PEGGY. Young ladies, we have been entertaining a swell unawares! [Returning letter to TYLER.] Take it up. TYLER. Swell or no swell, the person who siles two pairs of boots per diem daily is no friend o' mine. [TYLER goes out. PEGGY. [Opening her letter.] Oh! From Dinah's Reginald! THE SCHOOLMISTRESS I5 DINAH. No, no! PEGGY. Addressed to me. [Referring to the signature.] "Reginald Percy Paulover "! DINAH. Read it, read it! [PEGGY sits on the sofa, the three girls clustering round her and DINAH kneeling at her feet expectantly. PEGGY. [Reading.] " Montpelier Square, West Brompton. Dear Miss Hesslerigge,-Heaven will reward you. The letter wrapped round a stone which you threw me last night from an upper window of Volumnia House was handed to me after I had compensated the person upon whose head it unfortunately alighted. The news that Dinah has one friend in Volumnia House enabled me to get a little rest between half-past five and six this morning." GWENDOLINE. One friend! ERMYNTRUDE. What about us? [DINAH kisses them. DINAH. Go on! PEGGY. [Reading.] " Not having closed my eyes for eleven nights, sleep was of distinct value. Now, dear Miss 16 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS Hesslerigge, inform Dinah that our apartments are quite ready-- GWENDOLINE and ERMYNTRUDE. Oh! PEGGY. "And that I shall present myself at Volumnia College, to fetch away the dear love of my heart, tonight at half-past nine." To-night! GWENDOLINE and ERMYNTRUDE. To-night! DINAH. Oh, I've come over so frightened! PEGGY. To-night! [Waving the letter and dancing round with delight. GWENDOLINE. Finish the letter. PEGGY. [Resuming her seat, and reading with emotion.] "Please assure Dinah that I shall love her till death, and that the piano is now moving in. Dinah is my one thought. The former is on the three years' system. Kiss my angel for me. Our carpet is Axminster, and, I regret to say, second-hand. But, oh! our life will be a blessed, blessed dream-the worn part going well under the centre table. This evening at half-past nine. Gratefully yours, Reginald Percy Paulover. P.S.-I shall be closely muffled up, as the THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 17 corner lamp-post under which I stand is visible from the window of Admiral Rankling's dining - room. You will know me by my faithful, trusty respirator." Oh! I'm so excited! I wish somebody was coming for me! ERMYNTRUDE. I know-we shall be frustrated by Jane 1 GWENDOLINE. Or Tyler! PEGGY. Leave them to me-I'll manage 'em I DINAH. But there's Miss Dyott's husband! PEGGY. What! Let the mysterious person who has won Miss Dyott pause before he steps between a young bride and bridegroom! Ladies, Miss Dyott's husband is ours for the holidays. One frown from him and his dinners shall be wrecked, his wine watered, his cigars dampened. He shall find us not girls but Gorgons! [A loud knock and ring are heard at the front door. JANE crosses the hall. ERMYNTRUDE, GWENDOLINE, and DINAH. [Under their breath.] Miss Dyott! Miss Dyott! [They quickly disappear. PEGGY remains, hastily concealing the letter. Miss DYoTr enters. She is a good-looking, dark woman B -I8 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS of dignified presence and rigid demeanowr, her dress and manner being those of the typical schoolmistress. Miss DYOTT. Is that Miss Hesslerigge PEGGY. [Demurely.] Yes, Miss Dyott. Miss DYOTT. How have the young ladies been employing themselves? PEGGY. I have been reading aloud to them, Miss Dyott. MISS DYOTT. Is Mr. Que- is my husband down yet? PEGGY. I've not had the pleasure of seeing him, Miss Dyott. MIss DYOTT. You can join the young ladies, thank you. PEGGY. Thank you, Miss Dyott. [In the doorway she waves Reginald's letter defiantly, but quickly disappears as Miss DYOTT turns round. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 19 Miss DYOTT. Now, if Vere will only remain upstairs a few moments longer! [She goes hurriedly to the righthand door, listens, and turns the key; then to the centre door, listens again and appears satisfied; after which she throws open the window and, waving her handkerchief, calls in a loud whisper.] Mr. Bernstein! Mr. Bernstein! I have left the door on the latch. Come in, please. [She closes the window. Very shortly afterwards, OTTo BERNSTEIN, a little, elderly German, with the air of a musician, enters the room.] Thank you for following me so quickly. [She shuts the centre door and turns the key.] BERNSTEIN. You seemed so agitated that I came after your cab mit anoder. Miss DYOTT. Agitated, yes. Tell me-miserable woman that I am-tell me, what did I sound like at rehearsal this morning? BERNSTEIN. Cabital--cabital. Your voice comes out rich and peautiful. Marks my vord-you will make a hit tonight. Have you seen your new name in de pills '? Miss DYOTT. The pills? BERNSTEIN. The blay-pills. Miss DYOTT. I should drop flat on the pavement, if I did 20 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS BERNSTEIN. It looks very vine. [Quoting.] "Miss Gonstance Delaporte as Queen Honorine, in Otto Bernstein's new Gomic Opera, ' Pierrette,' her vurst abbearance in London." Miss DYoTT. Oh, how disgraceful! BERNSTEIN. Disgraceful! To sing such melodies! No, no, please. Disgraceful! Vy did you appeal to me, dree weeks ago, to put you in the vay of getting through the Christmas vocation? Miss DYOTT. [Tearfduly.] You don't know everything. Sit down. I can trust you. You are my oldest friend, and were a pupil of my late eminent father. Mr. Bernstein, I am no longer a single woman. BERNSTEIN. Oh, I am very bleased. I wish you many happy returns of the-eh-no-I congratulate you. Miss DYoTT. I am married secretly-secretly, because my husband could never face the world of fashion as the consort of the proprietress of a scholastic establishment. You will gather from this that my husband is a gentleman. BERNSTEIN. H'm! so-is he? THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 21 Miss DYOTT. It had been a long-cherished ambition with me, if ever I married, to wed no one but a gentleman. I do not mean a gentleman in a mere parliamentary sense; I mean a man of birth, blood, and breeding. Respect my confidence-I have wedded the Honourable Vere Queckett. BERNSTEIN. [Unconcernedly.] Ah! Is he a very nice man? Miss DYOTT. Nice! Mr. Bernstein, you are speaking of a brother of Lord Limehouse! BERNSTEIN. Oh, am I? Lord Limehouse-let me tink-he is very-very-vot you gall it?-very popular just now. Yah-yah-he is in the Bankruptcy Court! Miss DYOTT. [ With pride.] Certainly. So is Harold Archideckne Queckett, Vere's youngest brother. So is Loftus Martineau Queckett, Vere's cousin. They have always been a very united family. But, dear Mr. Bernstein, you have accidentally probed the oneI won't say fault-the one most remarkable attribute of these great Saxon Quecketts. BERNSTEIN. Oh, yes, I see; you have to pay your husband's leedle pills. Miss DYOTT. Quite so-that is it. I have the honour of being 22 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS employed in the gradual discharge of liabilities incurred by Mr. Vere Queckett since the year 1876. I am also engaged in the noble task of providing Mr. Queckett with the elaborate necessities of his present existence. BERNSTEIN. I know now vy you vanted mine help. MISS DYOTT. Ah, yes! Volumnia College is not equal to the grandduty imposed upon it. It is absolutely necessary that I should increase my income. In my despair at facing this genial season I wrote to you. BERNSTEIN. Proposing to turn your cabital voice to account, eh? MISS DYOTT. Quite so, and suggesting that I should sing in your new Oratorio. BERNSTEIN. Well, you are going to do zo. MISS DYOTT. What! When you have induced me to figure in a comic opera! BERNSTEIN. Yah, yah-but I have told you I have used the music of my new Oratorio for my new Gomic Opera. MISS DYOTT. Ah, yes, that is my only consolation. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 23 BERNSTEIN. Vill your goot gentleman be in the stalls to-night? Miss DYOTT. In the stalls-at the theatre! Hush, Mr. Bernstein, it is a secret from Vere. Lest his suspicions should be aroused by my leaving home every evening, I have led him to think that I am visiting a clergyman's wife at Hereford. I shall really be lodging in Henrietta Street, Covent Garden. BERNSTEIN. Oh, vy not tell him all about it? Miss DYOTT. Nonsense! Vere is a gentleman; he would insist upon attending me to and from the theatre. BERNSTEIN. Yell, I should hope so. Miss DYoTT. No, no. He is himself a graceful dancer. A common chord of sympathy would naturally be struck between him and the coryphees. Oh, there is so much variety in Vere's character. BERNSTEIN. Yell, you are a plucky woman; you deserve to be happy zome day. Miss DYOTT. Happy! Think of the deception I am practising 24 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS upon dear Vere! Think of the people who believe in the rigid austerity of Caroline Dyott, Principal of Volumnia College. Think of the precious confidence reposed in me by the parents and relations of twentyseven innocent pupils. Give an average of eight and a half relations to each pupil; multiply eight and a half by twenty-seven and you approximate the number whose trust I betray this night! BERNSTEIN. Yes, but tink of the audience you will delight tonight in my Oratorio-I mean my Gomic Opera. Oh, that reminds me. [Taking out a written paper from a pocket-book.] Here are two new verses of the Bolitical Song for you to commit to memory before this evening. They are extremely goot. MISS DYOTT. [Looking at the paper.] Mr. Bernstein, surely here is a veiled allusion to-yes, I thought so. Oh, the unwarrantable familiarity! I can't-I can't-even vocally allude to a perfect stranger as the Grand Old Man! BERNSTEIN. Oh, now, now-he von't mind dat! MISS DYOTT. But the tendency of the chorus-[reading] " Doesn't he wish he may get it!" is opposed to my stern political convictions! Oh! what am I coming to [QUECKETT'S voice is heard. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 25 QUECKETT. [Calling outside.] Caroline! Caroline! Miss DYOTT. Here's Vere! [Hurriedly to BERNSTEIN.] Good-bye, dear Mr. Bernstein. You understand why I cannot present you. BERNSTEIN. [Bustling.] Good-bye-till to-night. Marks my vord, you vill make a great hit. QUECKETT. [Calling.] Caroline! Miss DYOTT. [Unlocking the centre door.] Go-let yourself out. BERNSTEIN. Goot luck to you! Miss DYOTT. [Opening the door.] Yes, yes. BERNSTEIN. And success to my new Oratorio-I mean my Gomic Opera. Miss DYOTT. Oh, go! [She pushes him out and closes the door, leaning against it faintly. QUECKETT. [ Rattling the other door.] I say, Caroline I 26 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS Miss DYOTT. [Calling to him.] Is that my darling Vere? QUECKETT. [Outside.] Yes. [She comes to the other door, unlocks and opens it. VERE QUECKETT enters. He is a fresh, breezy, dapper little gentleman of about forty-five, with fair, curly hair, a waxed moustache, and a simple, boyish manner. Hle is dressed in the height of fashion, wuears an orchid in his button-hole, and a glass in his eye. QUECKETT. Good morning, Caroline, good morning. Miss DYOTT. How is my little pet to-day? [Kissing his cheek, which he turns to her for the purpose.] Naughty Vere is down later than usual. QUECKETT. It isn't my fault, dear; the florist was late in sending my flower. Miss DYoTT. What a shame! QUECKETT. [Shaking out a folded silk handkerchief.] Oh, by-the-bye, Carrie, I want some fresh scent in my bottles. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 27 Miss DYOTT. My Vere shall have it. QUECKETT. Thank you, thank you. [Sitting before the fire, opening the newspaper, and humming a tune.] Let me see-let me see. Ah, here we are-" Court of Bankruptcy. Before the Official Receiver." Limehouse came up again for hearing yesterday. How they bother him! They bothered me in '75. Now, here's a coincidence, Carrie. In 1875 my assets were nil, in 1885 dear old Bob's assets are nil. That's deuced funny. Miss DYOTT. Vere, dear, have you forgotten what to-day is? QUECKETT. [Referring to the head of paper.] December the twenty-second. Miss DyoTT. Yes, but it's the day on which I am to quit my Verey. QUECKETT. Oh, you've stuck to going, then! Well, I daresay you're right, you know. You've a very bad cold. Nothing like change for a bad cold-change of scene, change of pocket-handkerchiefs, and so on. Miss DYoTr. But you don't say anything about your own 28 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS lonely Christmas. I have married a man who is too unselfish. [The centre door opens slightly, and the heads of the three girls, PEGGY, GWENDOLINE, and ERMYNTRUDE, appear one above the other, spying. QUECKETT. [Putting down hispaper.] Lonely By Jove, these inquisitive pupils of yours won't let a fellow be lonely! Upon my soul, they are vexing girls. MISS DYOTT. But they are a source of income, dear. QUECKETT. They are a source of annoyance. I've never had the measles-I've half a mind to catch it and give it to 'em. Now if I could only while away my evenings somewhere, these vexing girls wouldn't so much matter. [He rises; the heads disappear, and the door closes. Listening.] What was that? Miss DYOTT. The front door, I think. QUECKETT. I thought it might be those vexing girls-they're always prying about. I was going to say, Carrie, why not let me withdraw my resignation at the Junior Amalgamated Club and continue my membership? THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 29 Miss DYOTT. Ten guineas a year for such an object I cannot afford, and will not pay, Vere. QUECKETT. Upon my soul, I might just as well be nobody, the way I'm treated. Miss DYOTT. Oh, my king, don't say that! Have you thought about the Christmas expenses. QUECKETT. Frankly, my dear, I have not. Miss DYOTT. Have you forgotten that my rent is due on Friday? QUECKETT. Completely. Miss DYOTT. And then think-only think of your boots! QUECKETT. Oh, dash it all-what man of any position ever thinks of his boots? [Producing a letter.] The fact is, Caroline, I have had a note-sent on to me from the Club-from my friend, Jack Mallory. He is first-lieutenant on the Pandora, you know, and just home after four years at Malta. He reached London yesterday, and writes me-[Reading] " Now, old chap, do let's have one of our old rollicking nights together, and- " 30 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS Miss DYOTT. What! QUECKETT. Eh? [Correcting himself.] He writes me-[Referring to the letter.] " Now, old chap, do let me give you the details of our new self-loading eighty-ton gun." Well, Carrie, what the deuce am I to do? It seems a nice gun. [She shrugs her shoulders.] Carrie, what is your Vere to do? [She makes no answer; he approaches her and touches her on the shoulder.] Carrie. Carrie, look at your Vere. Vere speaks to you. [He sits on her lap, she looks up affectionately.] Carrie, darling, you know old Jack is such a devil Miss DYoTT. Eh? QUECKETT. A nice devil, you know-an exceedingly nice devil. Now I can't show up at the Club after sending in my resignation-they'd quiz me awfully. But I must entertain poor old Jack. [Coaxingly.] Eh? Resignation sent in through misunderstanding, eh? [Pinching her cheek.] Ten little ginny-winnies, eh? Miss DYOTT. Not a ginny-winny! For a Club, not half a ginnywinny! QUECKETT. Caroline, you forget what is due to me. MISS DYOTT. I wish I could forget what is due to everybody. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 3I Don't be cross, Vere. I'll fetch your hat and coat, and Vere shall go out for his little morning stroll. And if he promises not to be angry with his Caroline, there are five shillings to spend. [She gives him some silver; he looks up beamingly again. QUECKETT. My darling! Miss DYOTT. [Taking his face between her hands, and kissing him.] Um-you spoilt boy! [She runs out. QUECKETT. Now what am I to do about Jack? I can't ask him here. Carrie would never allow it, and if she would I couldn't stand the chaff about marrying a Boarding School. No, I can't ask Jack here. Why can't I ask Jack here? Everybody in bed at nine o'clock-square the boy Tyler to wait. Bachelor lodgings, near Portland Place. Extremely good address. Jack shall give me the details of that eightyton gun. Yes, and we'll load it, too. While I'm out I'll send this wire to Jack. [Taking a telegraph form fromn the stationery-cabinet, and writing.] " Come up to-night, dear old boy-nine-thirty sharp-diggings of humblebachelor-80, Duke Street, Portland Placebring two or three good fellows.-Vere." How much does that come to? [Counting the words rapidly.] 32 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS One -two - three -four - five--no. [G'etting confused.] One -two - three - four - five - six- no. One - two- three - four- five -six. [Counting to the end.] I think it is one and something halfpenny-- but it's all luck with these young ladies at the postoffice. Oh, and I haven't addressed it! Where's Jack's letter? [He takes the letter from his pocket. PEGGY enters quietly. Seeing QUECKETT, she draws back, watching him. PEGGY. [To herself.] What is he doing now-the Guy Fawkes? QUECKETT. [Referring to the letter.] Ah," Rovers' Club "! [Addressing the telegram.] " John Mallory, Rovers' Club." Let me see-that's in Green Street, Piccadilly. [ Writing.] " Green Street, Piccadilly." Or am I thinking of the " Stragglers' "? I've a Club list upstairs-I'll go and look at it. [Humming an air, he shuts up the telegraph form in the blotting-book, and rises, still with his back to PEGGY.] I feel so happy! [He goes out. PEGGY. [Advances to the blotting-book, carrying some luggage labels.] Miss Dyott has sent me to address her luggage labels. I am compelled to open that blotting-book. [She sits on the chair lately vacated by QUECKETT, and opens the blotting-book mischievously with her forefinger and thumb. Seeing the telegraph THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 33 form.] Ah! [Reading it greedily with exclamations.] Oh! " Dear old boy!" Oh! "Diggings of humble bachelor!" Oh! " Bring two or three good fellows! " Oh-oh! [Sticking the telegraph form prominently against the stationery-cabinet, facing her, and addressing a luggage label.] "Miss Dyott, passenger to Hereford." QUECKETT. [Re-entering gaily.] It is in Green Street, Picca. dilly. [He sees PEGGY, and stands perplexed, twisting his little moustache. PEGGY. [Writing solemnly.] "Miss Dyott, passenger to Hereford." QUECKETT. [Coughing anxiously.] H'm! I fancy I left an eighty-ton gun-I mean, I think I've mislaid aer-- [Without looking up, PEGGY re-adjusts the telegraph form against the cabinet.] Oh! h'm! that's it. [He makes one or two fidgety attempts to take it, when PEGGY rises with it in her hand. She reads it silently, forming the words with her lips.] Oh, you vexing girl! What do you think of doing about it? [She commences to fold the form very neatly.] You know I sha'n't send it. I never meant to send it. I say, I shall not send it. [Nervously holding out his hand.] Shall I? [PEGGY doubles up the form into another fold without speaking.] You are a vexing girl. Miss DYoTr. [Calling outside.] Miss Hesslerigge! 0 34 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS [PEGGY quietly slips the telegraph form into her pocket. QUECKETT. Oh! You won't tell my wife! You will not dare to tell my wife! [Mildly.] Will you? Miss DYOTT. [Calling again.] Miss Hesslerigge! QUECKETT. [In agony.] Oh! [Between his teeth.] Do you-do you know any bad language? PEGGY. I went to the Lord Mayor's Show once; I heard a little. QUECKETT. Then I regret to say I use it to you, Miss Hesslerigge -I use it to you! [Miss DYOTT enters, carrying QUECKETT'S hat, gloves, and overcoat. Miss DYOTT. You can address the labels in another room, Miss Hesslerigge, please. QUECKETT. [To himelf.] Will she tell? PEGGY. [To herself.] He is in our power! [PEGGY goes out. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 35 MiSS DYOTT. [Putting the hat on QUECKETT'S head.] You look sickly, my Vere. QUECKETT. I shall be better after my stroll, Caroline. [A knock and ring are heard. MISS DYOTT. [Assisting QUECKETT with his overcoat.] As you have some solitary evenings before you, you may lay in a few cigars, Vere darling. QUECKETT. Thank you, Carrie. Miss DYOTT. [Helping him to put on his gloves like a child.] But, for the sake of our depressed native industries, I beg that you will order those of purely British origin and manufacture. [TYLER enters carrying a large common black tea-tray upon which is a solitary visiting-card.] Where's the salver, you bad boy! TYLER. [Pointing to QUECKETT, sullenly.] 'E slopped his choc'late over it. Miss DYOTT. [Taking the card.] Admiral and Mrs. RanklingDinah's parents! I must see them. QUECKETT. [Hastily turning up his collar to conceal his face.] 36 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS No, no! They know me-they are old friends of my family! [TYLER shows in ADMIRAL and MRS. RANKLING. MRS. RANKLING is a thin, weak-looking, faded ladywith a paleface and anxious eyes. She is dressed in too many colours, and nothing seems to fit very well. ADMIRAL RANKLING is a stout, fine old gentleman, with short crisp grey hair and fierce black eyebrows. He appears to be suffering inwardly from intense anger. MISS DYOTT. My dear Mrs. Rankling. [The ladies shake hands. TYLER goes out. MRS. RANKLING. [Pointing to RANKLING.] This is Admiral Rankling. [Miss DYOTT bows ceremoniously. RANKLING returns a slight bow and glares at her. MISS DYOTT. [To MRS. RANKLING.] Pray sit by the fire. [As the ladies move to the fire, QUECKETT, who has been watching his opportunity, creeps round at the back and goes out. MRS. RANKLING. [ Warming her feet at the fire.] The Admiral has called upon you, Miss Dyott, with reference to our child, Dinah. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 37 [RANKLING, with a smothered exclamation of rage, sits on the sofa. Miss DYOTT. Whom we find the charming daughter of charming parents. [RANKLING gives her a fierce look, which frightens Miss DYOTT, who is most anxious to conciliate the ADMIRAL. MRS. RANKLING. Dinah's obstinacy is a very serious shock to the Admiral, who is naturally unused to insubordination. Miss DYOTT. Naturally. [RANKLING glares at her again; she puts her hand to her heart. MRS. RANKLING. The Admiral has been stationed with his ship at Malta for a long period; in fact, the Admiral has not brightened our home for over four years. Miss DYOTT. How more than delightful to have him with you again! [RANKLING gives Miss DYOTT a fearful look; she clutches her chair. MRS. RANKLING. The Admiral has one of those fine English tempers 38 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS -generous but impetuous. You may guess the sad impression Dinah's ingratitude has produced upon him. It is an open secret that the Admiral made three wills yesterday, and read King Lear's curse after dinner in place of Thanksgiving. RANKLING. [Sharply.] Emma! MRS. RANKLING. [Starting.] Yes, Archibald. RANKLING. Leave the fire -you'll be chilled when we go. Come over here. MRS. RANKLING. Yes, Archibald. [She crosses the room in a flutter and sits beside RANKLING, who makes insufficient room for her. MRS. RANKLING. Thank you, Archibald. I have been sitting up with the Admiral all night, and it is owing to my entreaties that he has consented to give Dinah one last chance of reconciliation. RANKLING. [ Who has been eyeing her.] Emma! MRS. RANKLING. Yes, Archibald. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 39 RANKLING. Your bonnet's on one side again. MRS. RANKLING. [Adjusting it.] Thank you, Archibald. We leave town for the holidays to-morrow; it rests with Dinah whether she spends Christmas in her papa's society or not. RANKLING. Don't twitch your fingers, Emma-don't twitch your fingers. MRS. RANKLING. [Nervously.] It's a habit, Archibald. RANKLING. It's a very bad one. MRS. RANKLING. All we require is that Dinah should personally assure us that she has banished every thought of the foolish young gentleman she met at Mrs. St. Dunstan's. Miss DYOTT. [Rising and ringing the bell.] If I am any student of the passing fancies of a young girl's mind RANKLING. Speak louder, ma'am-your voice doesn't travel. Miss DYOTT. [Nercously-twith a gulp.] If I am any student of 40 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS the passing-fancies- [RANKLING puts his hand to his ear.] Oh, don't make me so nervous! [JANE enters, looking untidy, her sleeves turned up, and wiping her hands on her apron. Miss DYOTT. [Shocked.] Where is the man-servant? JANE. On a herring, ma'am. Miss DYOTT. Ask Miss Dinah Rankling to be good enough to step downstairs. [JANE goes out. RANKLING rises, with MRS. RANKLING clinging to his arm. MRS. RANKLING. You will be calm, Archibald-you will be moderate in tone. [ With a little nervous cough.] Oh, dear! poor Dinah! RANKLING. Stop that fidgety cough, Emma. [Stalking about the room, his wife following him. MRS. RANKLING. Even love-matches are sometimes very happy. Ours was a love-match, Archibald. RANKLING. Be quiet! we're exceptions. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 41 [He paces up to the door; it opens and PEGGY presents herself. Directly he sees PEGGY, he catches her by the shoulders and gives her a good shaking. Miss DYOTT. Admiral! MRS. RANKLING. Archibald! PEGGY. [Being shaken.] Oh-oh-oh-oh! RANKLING. [Panting, and releasing PEGGY.] You good-fornothing girl! Do you know you have upset your mother? MRS. RANKLING. Archibald, that isn't Dinah! MISS DYOTT. That is another young lady. RANKLING. [Aghast.] What-not---? Who-who has led me into this unpardonable error of judgment? MRS. RANKLING. [To PEGGY, who is rubbing her shoulders and looking vindictively at RANKLING.] Oh, my dear young lady, pray think of this only as an amusing mistake. The Admiral has been away for more than four years; Dinah was but a child when he last saw her. [ Weeping.] Oh, dear me! 42 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS RANKLING. Be quiet, Emma-you'll make a scene. Miss DYOTT. [To PEGGY.] Where is Miss Rankling? PEGGY. Miss Rankling presents her compliments to Miss Dyott, and her love to her papa and mamma, and, as her mind is quite made up, she would rather not cause distress by granting an interview. [RANKLING sinks into a chair. MRS. RANKLING. Archibald! Miss DYOTT. [To PEGGY.] The port wine! [PEGGY advances wvith the cake and wine. MRS. RANKLING. [Kneeling to RANKLING.] Archibald, be yourself! Remember, you have to respond for the Navy at a banquet to-night. Think of your reputation as a genial after-dinner speaker. RANKLING. [Rising with forced calmness.] Thank you, Emma. [To Miss DYOTT.] Madam, my daughter is in your charge till you receive instructions from my solicitor. [Glaring at PEGGY.] A short written apology shall be THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 43 sent to this young lady in the course of the afternoon. [To his wife.] Emma, your hair's rough-come home. [He gives MRS. RANKLING his arm. They go out. Miss DYOTT sinks exhausted on sofa. PEGGY offers her a glass of wine. Miss DYOTT. Oh, my goodness! [Declining the wine.] No, nonot that. It has been decanted since Midsummer. [QUECKETT, his coat collar turned up, appears at the door, looking back over his shoulder. QUECKETT. What's the matter with the Ranklings? [Seeing Miss DYOTT and PEGGY.] Oh! has that vexing girl told Caroline? [The clock strikes two. Miss DYoTT. [To herself.] Two o'clock-I must remove to Henrietta Street. [Seeing QUECKETT.] My darling. QUECKETT. My love. [To himself.] All right. Miss DYOTT. I am going to prepare for my journey-the train leaves Paddington at three. [As Miss DYOTT goes towards the centre door, JANE enters carrying about twenty boxes of cigars, which she deposits on the floor and then goes out. 44 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS MISS DYOTT. What is this? QUECKETT. H'm! my cigars, Carrie-brought 'em with me in a cab. MISS DYOTT. Oh! [Reading the label of one of the boxes.] " Por Carolina." Ah, poor Caroline. [She goes out. Directly she is gone, PEGGY and QUECKETT, by a simultaneous movement, rush to the two doors and close them. QUECKETT. Now, Miss Hesslerigge! PEGGY. Sir. QUECKETT. We will come to a distinct understanding. PEGGY. If you please. QUECKETT. In the first place, you will return me my telegram. PEGGY. I can't. QUECKETT. You mean you won't. PEGGY. No, I can't. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 45 QUECKETT. Why not? PEGGY. I have just sent it to the telegraph office by Tyler. QUECKETT. Despatched it! PEGGY. Despatched it. It was one and fourpence. QUECKETT. Oh, you-you-you vexing girl! Mr. Mallory will be here to-night. PEGGY. Yes, and will " bring two or three good fellows." At least we hope so. QUECKETT. Hope so! PEGGY. [Standing over him with her arms folded.] Listen, Mr. Vere Queckett. [He starts.] We ladies are going to give a little party to-night to celebrate a serious event in the life of one of us. We have invited only one young gentleman; your friends will be welcome. QUECKETT. Oh! PEGGY. Without us your party must fail, for we command the servants. Let it be a compact-your soiree shall be our soirde, and our soiree your soiree. 46 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS QUECKETT. And if I indignantly decline? PEGGY. [Solemnly.] Consider, Mr. Queckett-your Christmas holidays are to be passed with us. Think in which direction your comfort and freedom lie, in friendship or in enmity? Even now, Ermyntrude Johnson is trimming the holly with one of your razors. QUECKETT. But what explanation could I give Mr. Mallory of your presence here? PEGGY. Every detail has been considered. You are our bachelor uncle. QUECKETT. Uncle! PEGGY. We are your four nieces. [QUECKETT looks up-is tickled by the idea, and bursts out laughing. PEGGY joins. QUECKETT. I don't see why that shouldn't be rather jolly. PEGGY. [Roguishly.] D'ye consent THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 47 QUECKETT. Can't help myself, can I? PEGGY. [Delighted.] That you can't. QUECKETT. Let's be friends, then, shall we? Have you girls got any money? PEGGY. No. Have you? QUECKETT. No-that is, all mine's invested. Miss DYOTT. [Outside.] Tyler, fetch a cab. [QUECKETT makes a bolt from the room. PEGGY vigorously re-arranges the furniture as Miss DYOTT enters, dressed as if for a journey, and carrying her umbrella and hand-bag.] Where is my husband? PEGGY. [Looking about her.] Your hand-bag, Miss Dyott? [QUECKETT re-enters. Miss DYoTT. Still in your overcoat, dear? QUECKETT. Of course, Carrie. I'll drive with you to Paddington. 48 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS Miss DYTor. No, no, I insist on going alone. QUECKETT. [Taking off his coat with alacrity.] Oh, Carrie, I am disappointed! [DINAH, GWENDOLINE, and ERMYNTRUDE come through the hall into the room, and form a group. JANE appears in the hall. TYLER joins her there. Miss DYoTT. Miss Hesslerigge-young ladies. I regret to say I am compelled to-to quit Volumnia House for a time. The length of my absence depends upon how long it runs-[correcting herself in confusion]-upon how long it runs to it, to employ a colloquialism of the vulgar. But I depart with a light heart, because I leave my husband in authority. He will find a trusty lieutenant in Miss Hesslerigge. Ladies, to abandon for the moment our mother tongue, Je vous embrasse de tout mon cceur-soyez sages / GIRLs. [Together.] Au revoir, Mademoiselle Dyott / Bon voyage, Mademoiselle Dyott / [PEGGYjoins the GIRLS and they talk earnestly. A Cabman is seen carrying out the boxes from the hall, assisted by TYLER. MISS DYOTT produces some paper packets of money from her hand-bag. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 49 Miss DYOTr. [As she gives the packets to QUECKETT.] Vere, the house-agent will apply for the rent-there it is. Our fire insurance expired yesterday-post the premium to the Eagle Office at once. Jane's wages are due next week-deduct for the broken water-bottle. When you need exercise, dear one, tidy up the back yard-the recreation ground. A charwoman assists Jane on Fridays-three-quarters of a day, and leaves before her tea. Good-bye, Vere. TYLER. The cab's a-waitin', ma'am. [Miss DYOTT takes QUECKETT'S arm. THE GIRLS. Good-bye, Miss Dyott. [Miss DYOTT and QUECKETT go out through the hall. PEGGY, ERMYNTRUDE, and GWENDOLINE run over to the windows and look out. DINAH sits apart, thinking. ERMYNTRUDE. There they are! GWENDOLINE. Miss Dyott's in the cab! PEGGY. She's off! D 5o THE SCHOOLMISTRESS THE THREE. Hurrah! Hurrah! [QUECKETT returns, the GIRLS surround him demonstratively. PEGGY. Dinah-young ladies-[pointing to QUECKETT]Uncle Vere! ERMYNTRUDE and GWENDOLINE. [Together.] Uncle Vere! Uncle Vere! [QUECKETT tries to maintain his dignity, and pushes the GIRLS from him. TYLER, with JANE, is seen letting off a squib in the hall. END OF THE FIRST ACT THE SECOND ACT The Scene is a plain-looking schoolroom at Miss TYYoTT's. Outside the two windows runs a narrow balcony, and beyond are seen the upper stories and roofs of the opposite houses. There are two doors facing each other. The room is decorated for the occasion with holly and evergreen, and a table is laid with supper. PEGGY is standing on a chair, with a large hammer in her hand, nailing up holly. PEGGY. [Surveying her work.] There! I'm sure Miss Dyott wouldn't recognise the dull old class-rooms. [Descending.] I think it's time I dressed. [QUECKETT enters slowly; he is in a perfectly-fitting evening dress, with a flower in his button-hole, but looks much depressed. He and PEGGY regard each other for a moment silently.] Oh, I'm so glad you're ready early! How good it makes one feel, giving pleasure to others -doesn't it? Aren't you well? QUECKETT. Yes-no. I deeply regret plunging into the vortex of these festivities. 5r 52 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS PEGGY. Oh, I suppose you're nervous in society. QUECKETT. [Drawing himself up.] Nervous in society, Miss Hesslerigge? PEGGY..What do you think of the decorations? Artistic, aren't they? QUECKETT. A treat at a Sunday-school! PEGGY. Then you shouldn't have locked up the rooms downstairs. QUECKETT. I daren't allow the neighbours to see the house lighted up downstairs. I wish I could have locked up all you vexing girls. PEGGY. That's not the spirit to give a party in! [Contemplating the table.] How many do you think your friend, Mr. Mallory, will bring? QUECKETT. I don't think Mr. Mallory will find his way here at all. Have you observed the fog? PEGGY. Is it foggy? THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 53 QUECKETT. You can't see your hand before you outside. I sincerely hope my friend will not come. PEGGY. There's hospitality! Ours will. QUECKETT. Who is your friend? PEGGY. Mr. Paulover. QUECKETT. And who the devil is--? PEGGY. I don't think that's the language for a party, Mr. Queckett! QUECKETT. I beg your pardon. Who is Paulover? [TYLER enters with a bill in his hand, his hair stifly brushed and greased, and wearing an expression of intense wonderment.] What's this? TYLER. A beautiful large lobster salid is come, sir. QUECKETT. [Looking at PEGGY.] I haven't ordered a lobster salad. [In an undertone.] You know, this is getting extremely vexing. [He takes from his pocket the packets of money previously given him by Miss DYoTT.] I've 54 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS already paid a bill for some oysters and a pdte de foie gras. Jane's wages went for that. [Opening a packet.] Now, here's a salad. That breaks into next week's household expenses. [He hands the money to TYLER, who goes out.] PEGGY. We're only girls, you know. And you seem to forget you're our uncle. QUECKETT. [Irritably.] I am not your uncle. PEGGY. To-night you are. But you needn't be our uncle to-morrow. QUECKETT. [Gloomily.] Somebody will have to be my uncle tomorrow. Then I understand there's a lark pudding ordered for half-past nine. I can't allow the account to be sent in to-toPEGGY. To Auntie? QUECKETT. Well-to-to Auntie. Who pays for the lark pudding? PEGGY. You couldn't well ask girls to do it. Besides, it's your party. QUECKETT. It is not my party, and it is your lark pudding. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 55 PEGGY. It may be our lark, but it's your pudding. [TYLER enters, still much astonished, with another bill. QUECKETT. [Taking the bill.] What's that? TYLER. Sich a lot of champagne's come, sir! PEGGY. Champagne! Who ordered that? I didn't. QUECKETT. Hush! I did-I did-I did. PEGGY. Then it is your party? QUECKETT. Part of the party is my party. [Opening another packet.] I've broken into the rent. [He hands TYLER the bill and some money, pocketing the remainder. TYLER goes out.] The Fire Insurance alone remains intact. [Opening the last packet.] Postal Orders for three pounds ten. I'll despatch that, at any rate. [He sits at the writing-table and begins to write. PEGGY hammers 56 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS up the last piece of holly as QUECKETT tries to write.] Oh, you vexing girl! PEGGY. Beg pardon; this is the last blow. [She gives another knock as JANE enters, carrying a large ornamental wedding-cake. JANE is in a black gown and smart cap and apron; her eyes are wide open with pleasure and astonishment. JANE deposits the cake upon the writing-table before QUECKETT. JANE. 'Scuse me, sir; the confectioner's jest brought the things. QUECKETT. What's that? That isn't the lark pudding. JANE. Oh, lor', no, sir! [She goes out. PEGGY. Oh, that's the wedding-cake. QUECKETT. Oh, come! it isn't my wedding-cake. PEGGY. [Laughing.] Oh, don't, you funny man! No, it's Mr. Paulover's. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 57 QUECKETT. Who the dev-? PEGGY. Hush! QUECKETT. Let's settle one thing at a time. Who is Paulover? PEGGY. Dear Dinah's husband. QUECKETT. Dear Dinah? PEGGY. Your niece-Dinah Rankling. QUECKETT. Married? PEGGY. Secretly. To Mr. Paulover. [QUECKETT puts his hand to his brow. QUECKETT. Oh, that's old Paulover, is it? PEGGY. Young Paulover. They were married really three weeks ago, but without any breakfast-I don't mean a bacon breakfast, I mean a proper breakfast. But we girls think they ought to have a wedding-cake and everything complete to start them in life together: and that's why you're giving this party, you know. 58 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS QUECKETT. Now, understand me, I will not be dragged into such a conspiracy! PEGGY. But you're in it. QUECKETT. The Ranklings are acquaintances of mine, almost relatives; Admiral Rankling's cousin married the sister of the man who bought my brother's horses. [Rubbing his hands together.] I wash my hands of all you vexing girls. PEGGY. Don't fret about it, please. Nothing can ever make Mrs. Paulover Miss Rankling again. I'll go and dress while you finish your letter. QUECKETT. [Impatiently.] Oh! [He resumes writing at the table. PEGGY. [Going to the door.] The girls will be here directly. Be nice, won't you? [She goes out. JANE enters with tarts and confectionery on dishes which she places on the table before QUECKETT. JANE. S'cuse me, sir. [QUEOKETT rises with his letter and the inkstand, and goes impatiently over to the other side of the room, where he continues writing on the top of piano. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 59 QUECKETT. They won't let me write to the Insurance Office. [TYLER enters with some boxes of bon-bons. The writing - table being crowded, JANE waves him over to the piano and goes out. TYLER puts the bon-bons on the top of the piano before QUECKETT, who again snatches up his letter and the inkstand and goes to the centre table. QUECKETT. I will write to the Insurance Office. [TYLER goes out as JANE re-enters. JANE. [Presenting a bill.] The pastrycook's bill, sir. QUECKETT. Great Scot! [Diving his hand into his pocket, bringing out some loose money and giving it to JANE.] There! [JANE goes out.] I've written to the Insurance Office. [Sealing the letter.] My mind's easy-done my duty to poor Caroline. [He puts the letter in his breast-pocket as TYLER enters. TYLER. [More astonished than ever - announcing.] Miss Gwendoline Hawkins. [GWENDOLINE enters, dressed in a simple and pretty party-dress. TYLER goes out. 6o THE SCHOOLMISTRESS GWENDOLINE. [Bashfully, seeing nobody but QUECKETT.] Oh, I'm first; I shall come back again. [She is going. QUECKETT. Come in-come in. How d'ye do? [GWENDOLINE advances. QUECKETT shakes hands with her.] Extremely pleased to see you-so glad you've comewon't you sit down? [To himself with satisfaction.] Illustrations of Deportment and the Restrictions of Society-Vere Queckett. Carrie would be delighted. [TYLER re-enters, still more astonished. TYLER. Miss Hermyntrude Johnson, and-and-and Mrs. Reginald Paulover! QUECKETT. This is a little too vexing! [ERMYNTRUDE and DINAH enter, both prettily dressed-DINAH in white. TYLER goes out. Angrily.] How d'ye do-so glad you've come-won't you sit down? DINAH. We're very well, thank you. ERMYNTRUDE. Awfully well. [They sit, the three girls in a rowi-DINAH in the centre, GWENDOLINE and ERMYNTRUDE taking her hands. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 61 QUECKETT. [To himself.] Instructions in Polite Conversation. [Brusquely to DINAH.] How is Paulover? DINAH. I think he's very well, thank you. QUECKETT. [To himself.] Carrie would be pleased. [ To the girls.] H'm! I suppose you young ladies distinctly understand that I occupy a painfully false position this evening? DINAH. I am sure it is very, very kind of you to give this party. QUECKETT. [To himself.] Well, now, that's exceedingly appropriate, the way in which that is put. Carrie really does do her duty to the parents of these girls. GWENDOLINE. Peggy says you insist on our calling you Uncle. QUECKETT. Does she! [To himself.] Peggy is the one I've turned against. ERMYNTRUDE. We think you'll be an awfully jolly uncle. QUECKETT. [Pleased.] Thank ye-thank ye. [To himself.] I 62 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS begin to like helping Carrie with the pupils. [PEGGY enters. She is quaintly but untidily dressed in poor, much-worn, and old-fashioned finery. In her hand she carries a pair of soiled, long white gloves.] Hallo! [Without speaking a word, PEGGY hurries across the room and goes out at the other door.] What is the matter with that vexing girl now? [PEGGY re-enters with TYLER, pushing him forward.] TYLER. [Announcing.] Miss Margaret Hesslerigge. [PEGGY advances to QUECKETT, holding out her hand. PEGGY. How do you do? QUECKETT. [Savagely.] How d'ye do? Delighted to see you. For goodness' sake, sit down! [He turns away to the fire. The three girls rise to greet PEGGY. DINAH. [Anxiously.] I don't think it's nearly half-past nine yet. PEGGY. [Rather proudly, produces a huge old-fashioned watch.] Twenty to ten. DINAH. I thought it was. [DINAH, GWENDOLINE, and ERMYNTRUDE run to a window, pull aside the blind, and THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 63 look out. PEGGY goes to the other window, pulls up the blind, and opens the window. QUECKETT. What are you doing? PEGGY. I can just see him, under his lamp-post. DINAH. The fog will hurt him. PEGGY. Hush! I told him we'd whistle twice. DINAH. Do it! [PEGGY makes two or three ineffectual attempts to whistle. PEGGY. Girls, it's ominous-my whistle has left me. [7To QUECKETT, taking his arm.] Come and whistle! QUECKETT. No, no. PEGGY. [Leading QUECKETT to the open window.] Whistle, or you'll catch cold. [QUECKETT whistles twice, desperately, then returns to the fireplace, annoyed.] He's heard it. [She closes the window and pulls down the blind.] Now, listen. [To GWENDOLINE and ERMYNTRUDE.] You two girls count five. 64 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS GWENDOLINE. One. ERMYNTRUDE. Two. DINAH. Oh, how slowly you count! GWENDOLINE. Three. ERMYNTRUDE. Four. DINAH. [Clasping her hands.] Five! [There is a distant ring at the bell; with a little cry, DINAH runs out. PEGGY begins to put her gloves on. ERMYNTRUDE and GWENDOLINE go to the door, open it and listen. PEGGY. [To QUECKETT.] Thank you for whistling. I shall never make a " whistling woman," shall I? QUECKETT. A wide knowledge of humanity, in its highest and lowest grades, Miss Hesslerigge, does not enable me even to conjecture the possibilities of your future. PEGGY. No compliments, please. Thank you. [She holds out her gloved hand for him to button the glove. After THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 65 a look of astonishment he complies.] You know my idea about my future, don't you? QUECKETT. No. PEGGY. That I only need one essential to become a Duchess. QUECKETT. What is that? PEGGY. A Duke. GWENDOLINE. They're coming upstairs! PEGGY. [To QUECKETT.] Now you'll see Mr. Paulover. Oh, I do hope he'll take to you! QUECKETT. Well, really, I'm [He walks angrily away as DINAH enters with REGINALD PAULOVER, a goodlooking lad, rather sheepish in repose, but fiery and demonstrative when out of temper. He is in evening dress, overcoat, and muffler, and wears a respirator, which he removes on entering. DINAH. [Introducing the three girls.] Reggie, these are my three dear friends-Miss Hawkins-Miss Johnson 66 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS REGINALD. [Bowing.] Awfully pleased to meet you. DINAH. And Miss Hesslerigge. [PEGGY advances and shakes hands with REGINALD. REGINALD. Thank you very much for being so kind to-my wife. ERMYNTRUDE. [To GWENDOLINE, disappointed.] No whiskers or moustache! Oh! PEGGY. [To REGINALD.] Had you been waiting long? REGINALD. Ten minutes. I was jolly glad to hear my wife's dear little whistle. I should know it from a thousand. PEGGY. H'm! Dinah dear, make Mr. Paulover and Mr. Queckett known to each other. [QUECKETT comes forward with a disagreeable look. REGINALD glares at him. DINAH. [Timidly.] Reggie dear, this is Mr. Queckett. [QUECKETT bows stifly. REGINALD nods angrily. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 67 REGINALD. [To DINAH.] Dinah, what is a man doing here? you know I can't bear you to talk to a man. DINAH. Oh, Reggie, why are you always so jealous? PEGGY. Mr. Queckett is giving the party. REGINALD. What party? PEGGY. Your wedding party. REGINALD. Is he! [To QUECKETT, angrily.] I'm much obliged to Mr. Queckett. PEGGY. [Pacifying REGINALD.] Mr. Queckett is so nicehe calls himself Dinah's uncle. REGINALD. Does he! Then it's a liberty-that's all I can say. QUECKETT. Do you know you're in my house, sir? REGINALD. I'm not in your house, sir! Come away, Dinah! 68 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS PEGGY. Hush! Mr. Queckett is Miss Dyott'sQUECKETT. Be quiet-mind your own business. REGINALD. [To QUECKETT.] At any rate it's my business, sir. QUECKETT. I'm afraid you're a cub, sir. REGINALD. What! DINAH. Oh, Reggie, don't! [A loud knock and ring are heard. PEGGY. [To QUECKETT.] Your friend. REGINALD. Whose friend? QUECKETT. My friend. REGINALD. Another man, I suppose! Dinah! PEGGY. Ladies, do explain everything to Mr. Paulover. [DINAH seizes REGINALD'S arm. GWENDOLINE and ERMYNTRUDE gather round them, REGINALD protesting. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 69 REGINALD. [Handing his card as he passes QUECKETT.J My card, sir. QUECKETT. Pooh, sir! [He throws the card in the fire. The three girls hurry REGINALD out of the room.] PEGGY. [To QUECKETT.] I'm so sorry-he hasn't taken to you. QUECKETT. He needn't trouble himself! Upon my soul, this is going to be a nice party! [TYLER enters. TYLER. Three gentlemen, sir: I was to say the name of Mallory. QUECKETT. Three gentlemen! PEGGY. [Delighted, to QUECKETT.] Oh, he's brought some good fellows! [Reckoning on her fingers.] That's one for Ermyntrude-and one for me-and one forQUECKETT. [To PEGGY.] Be quiet. [To TYLER.] I'll come down. MALLORY. [Outside.] Queckett! QUECKETT. Yes, Jack! 70 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS [JACK MALLORY enters. He is a good-looking, jovial fellow of about thirty-six, with a bronzed face. He is in evening dress and overcoat. TYLER goes out. MALLORY. [Shaking hands heartily with QUECKETT.] Ah, Queckett, dear old chap! Well, I am glad to see you. QUECKETT. How are you, Jack? MALLORY. Quaint diggings you have up here. The hanging committee have skied you, though, haven't they? [Seeing PEGGY.] I beg your pardon. QUECKETT. [ Confused.] Oh-ah-yes. I didn't mention it. I have my-my-nieces spending Christmas with me. MALLORY. [Bowing to PEGGY.] Delighted. [To QUECKETT.] Did you say niece or nieces? QUECKETT. Nieces. [Softly to PEGGY, quickly.] How many? I forget. PEGGY. [To QUECKETT.] Three. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 71 QUECKETT. Three. PEGGY. Three, not counting me. QUECKETT. Three, not counting me. I mean three, not counting that vexing girl-Peggy-Margaret. MALLORY. [Bowing.] It would be impossible not to count Miss -Margaret. PEGGY. [Simpering.] Oh! [QUECKETT assists MALLORY to take ff his overcoat, first darting an angry look at PEGGY. PEGGY. [To herself.] I shall give Gwendoline and Ermyntrude the two that are downstairs. QUECKETT. H'm! You're not alone, are you, Jack? MALLORY. No-they're coming up. QUECKETT. [Grimly.] Are they? 72 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS MALLORY. The old gentleman takes his time with the stairs. QUECKETT. [ With forced ease.] Poor old gentleman! Who the deuce-? MALLORY. The fact is, there's been a big Navy dinner tonight at the Whitehall Rooms. The enthusiasm became rather forced-" Britannia rules the waves," and all that sort of thing-so I gladly thought of finishing up with you. I've brought my nephewhallo, here he is! [MR. SAUNDERS enters. He is a pretty boy, almost a child, in the uniform of a naval cadet.] My nephew-Horatio Nelson Drake Saunders, of the Training-ship Dexterous. SAUNDERS. [ With the airs of a little man, but in a treble voice.] How do you do? Awfully pleased to come here. QUECKETT. Glad to see you, Mr. Saunders. MALLORY. [Laughing, to SAUNDERS.] I say, you shouldn't have left the old gentleman. SAUNDERS. [Laughing.] He sent me up to count how many more stairs there were. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 73 QUECKETT. [Impatiently.] Jack, I don't put the question on theological grounds, but who is " the old gentleman "? MALLORY. Oh, I beg your pardon-and his. We persuaded an old acquaintance of yours to join us-Admiral Rankling. QUECKETT. [Aghast.] What! MALLORY. Do you mind? QUECKETT. Mind! RANKLING. [Outside.] Mr. Saunders! SAUNDERS. Here, sir. [PEGGY makes a bolt out of the room. SAUNDERS goes to the door, and returns with RANKLING. RANKLING is in evening dress, overcoat, and muffler, and is much out of breath. RANKLING. Ah, Mr. Queckett, how do you do? We haven't met anywhere lately; I've been away, you know. QUECKETT. ' I am delighted to renew our acquaintance, Admiral Rankling. 74 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS RANKLING. [Puffing.] Mr. Mallory suggested that we should smoke our last cigar at your lodgings. I can't stay long, for I've a considerable distance to drive home. At least, I suppose I have, for I really don't know quite where we are. What quarter of London have you brought me to, Mr. Mallory? Oh, thank ye! [He turns to SAUNDERS, who is offering to remove his overcoat. The door is slightly opened, and the heads of all the girls are seen. QUECKETT. [Hastily to MALLORY.] He doesn't know where he is! MALLORY. The fog's as thick as a board outside. QUECKETT. He isn't aware he lives a hundred and fifty yards off! MALLORY. No-does he? QUECKETT. Hush, don't tell him! Jack, don't tell him! I'll explain why by-and-by. [QUECKETT turns to assist SAUNDERS who, mounted on a chair, is struggling ineffectually to relieve RANKLING of his overcoat. RANKLING. Thank ye--bits o' boys, bits o' boys. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 75 MALLORY. [To himself.] There's a wild look about poor Queckett I don't like. It's his lonely bachelor life, I suppose. Curious place, too. He used to be such a swell in the Albany. [He looks about him. The door shuts and the heads disappear.] RANKLING. [To QUECKETT.] Thank ye-thank ye. [Panting.] Ouf! [RANKLING sits down; MALLORY talks to him. SAUNDERS has seated himself on the sofa and is dozing, quite tired out. QUECKETT. Oh, what a party! [The door opens, and PEGGY'S head appears. PEGGY. [Hurriedly to QUECKETT.] Who'd have thought of this? QUECKETT. It might be worse; he doesn't recognise the house he is in. PEGGY. Doesn't he? QUECKETT. Get rid of his daughter and that horrid Paulover. PEGGY. Certainly not; I know he won't recognise his daughter. 76 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS QUECKETT. Won't recognise his own dau-! you'll drive me mad! [They continue to talk in undertones. SAUNDERS is now fast asleep. RANKLING. [To MALLORY.] No, I don't like the look of poor Queckett. MALLORY. He seems altered. RANKLING. Altered! he glares like the devil! He's not married, is he? MALLORY. No. RANKLING. Then, what does he mean by it? Queer rooms, too. [Catching sight of the wedding-cake on the table.] Lord, look there! MALLORY. [Looking at the cake.] Hallo! RANKLING. Why, it's like the thing we had at my wedding breakfast. Phew! I shall go. MALLORY. No, no! The fact is poor old Queckett has some nieces staying with him. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 77 RANKLING. Nieces? MALLORY. Four of 'em. I've seen one, and I fancy, by the look of her mischievous little face, that they're too much for him. PEGGY. [To QUECKETT.] Leave everything to me. Don't spoil the party, uncle. QUECKETT. Dash the party! [PEGGY retiring hastily, the door bangs, at which RANKLING and MALLORY look round. RANKLING. Oh, Queckett, where are your nieces? QUECKETT. Nieces-nieces? Oh, they retire at eight o'clock. Early to bed, early to rise[GWENDOLINE and ERMYNTRUDE enter, visibly pushed on by PEGGY. RANKLING. [Rising.] H'm! this doesn't look like early to bed. QUECKETT. [ Weakly.] Just got up, I suppose. GwendolineErmyntrude-my dears - Admiral Rankling-Mr. 78 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS Mallory-[Looking about for SAUNDERS.] Mr.-Mr.oh, Mr. Saunders is asleep. [ERMYNTRUDE and GWENDOLINE advance to RANKLING. RANKLING. [To the girls.] How do you do? And whose daughters are you? [GWENDOLINE and ERMYNTRUDE look frightened, and shake their heads. QUECKETT. Oh, these are my sister Isabel's girls. RANKLING. Why, all your sister Isabel's children were boys. QUECKETT. Were boys, yes. RANKLING. [Irritably.] Are boys, sir. QUECKETT. Are men, now. H'm! I should have said these are my sister Janet's children. RANKLING. Oh! I've never heard of your sister Janet. QUECKETT. No-quiet, retiring woman, Janet. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 79 RANKLING. Well, then, whom did Janet marry? QUECKETT. Whom didn't Janet marry! I mean, whom did Janet marry? Why, Finch Griffin of the Berkshire Royals! RANKLING. Dear me, we're going to meet Major Griffin and his wife on Christmas Day at the Trotwells'. QUECKETT. Are you? [To GWENDOLINE and ERMYNTRUDE.] Go away! [PEGGY enters.] Oh-ahem! This is Margaret -Peggy. RANKLING. Oh, another of Mrs. Griffin's? QUECKETT. Yes, yes. RANKLING. Large family. QUECKETT. Rapid-two a year. RANKLING. [Eyeing PEGGY.] Why, we've met before to-day! QUECKETT, Eh! where? So THE SCHOOLMISTRESS RANKLING. At a miserable school near my house in Portland Place. PEGGY. Oh, yes. Our holidays began this afternoon. RANKLING. Why, Queckett, my daughter Dinah and Miss Griffin are school-fellows! QUECKETT. No! RANKLING. Yes! QUECKETT. No! RANKLING. Yes, sir. QUECKETT. How small the world is! RANKLING. Do you happen to know anything about the person who keeps that school? What's the woman's name -Miss-Miss-? QUECKETT. Miss-Miss-MissPEGGY. Miss Dyott. Oh, yes, Uncle knows her to speak to. RANKLING. What about her, Queckett? THE SCHOOLMISTRESS QUECKETT. [Looking vindictively at PEGGY.] Er-um-rather not hazard an opinion. [He hastily joins MALLORY, GWENDOLINE, and ERMYNTRUDE. RANKLING. [Confidentially to PEGGY.] H'm! my dear Miss Griffin, did you receive a short but ample apology from me this afternoon, addressed "To the young lady who was shaken "? PEGGY. Yes; and, oh, I shall always prize it! RANKLING. No, no, don't! You haven't bothered your Uncle about it, have you, dear? PEGGY. No, not yet. RANKLING. I shouldn't, then; I shouldn't. He seems worried enough. Shall I take you and your sisters to see the pantomime? PEGGY. Yes, please. RANKLING. Then you'd better give me back that apology. PEGGY. Oh, no-you'd use it again. F 82 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS RANKLING. One-two-three. Mr. Mallory says you havefour nieces with you, Mr. Queckett. QUECKETT. Ah, but Jack's been dining, you know. I beg your pardon, Jack. PEGGY. Oh, yes, there is one more. Mrs.-Mrs.-Parkinson is here with her husband. QUECKETT. H'm! my brother Tankerville's eldest girl. RANKLING. I've never heard of your brother Tankerville! QUECKETT. No-he's Deputy Inspector of Prisons in British Guiana. Quiet, retiring chap. PEGGY. I'll go and fetch them. [She runs out. QUECKETT. [To RANKLING.] To make a clean breast of it, the girls have been preparing a little festival to-night in honour of Mr. and Mrs.-Mr. and Mrs.-the name Peggy mentioned. My niece was married, very quietly, some weeks ago to a charming young fellowa charming young fellow-and these foolish children insist on cutting a wedding-cake and all that sort of THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 83 nonsense. I didn't want to disturb you with their chatter RANKLING. You forget, Queckett, you are speaking to a father. QUECKETT. No-I don't, indeed. [PEGGY re-enters, followed by REGINALD and DINAH. PEGGY. My cousin and Mr. Parkinson. RANKLING. How do you-? [Staring.] What an extraordinary likeness to my brother Ned! [Taking her hand slowly, still looking at her.] And how do you do? DINAH. [Palpitating.] Thank you, I am very well. RANKLING. Do you know, your voice is exceedingly like my sister Rachel's! REGINALD. [Thrusting himself between DINAH and RANKLING.] I am sorry to differ; I think my wife resembles no one but herself. RANKLING. [Hotly.] I beg your pardon, sir. 84 84 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS REGINALD. [H~otly.] Pray don't. RANKLING. [To himself.] That's not a charming young fellow! PEGGY. [Presenting MALLORY to DINAH.] Mr. Mallory. MALLORY. [Gallantly, to DINAH.] I am delighted to have the opportunity of congratulating my old friend's niece upon her recent marriage. [Taking her hand.] I think myself especially fortunate in being present on suchREGINALD. [Thrustin~q himself between DINAH and MALLORY, and giving DINAH his arm.] How do you do, sir? PEGGY. Mr. Mallory-Mr. Parkinson. [They bow abruptly, glaring at each other. MALLORY. [To himself.] Is that a charming young fellow? [DINAH expostulates in undertones with REGINALD. He replies by gesticulating violently and by glaring at RANKLING, who meanwhile is muttering comments on DINAH's resemblance to various members THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 85 of his family. PEGGY endeavours to pacify MALLORY, who is evidently annoyed, and altogether there is much hubbub with signs of general ill-feeling. QUECKETT. [Sinking back in his chair.] Oh, what a party! [JANE enters. JANE. [Quietly to QUECKETT.] The pudding is in the arey, sir, waiting to be paid. QUECKETT. I'll come to it. [JANE goes out. To PEGGY.] Margaret, show Admiral Rankling and Mr. Mallory where the cigarettes are. They may like-- [To himself.] Years are going off my life! [He goes out. PEGGY. [To MALLORY.] May I take you to the cigarettes? MALLORY. [To PEGGY.] You may take me anywhere. PEGGY. [Bashfully.] Oh! [To RANKLING.] The cigarettes are in the next room, Admiral Rankling. RANKLING. [Not hearing PEGGY, but still eyeing DINAH.] That girl has a look of Emma's sister Susan. 86 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS [PEGGY and MALLORY go out. REGINALD, seeing RANKLING is still looking at DINAH, abruptly takes her over to the door, glaring at RANKLING as he passes. REGINALD. [To DINAH, fiercely.] Come away, Dinah! DINAH. [To REGINALD, tearfully.] Oh, Reggie, dear Reggie, you are so different when people are not present. [They go out. RANKLING watches them through the doorway. GWENDOLINE has meanwhile seated herself beside SAUNDERS, whose head has gradually fallen till it rests upon her shoulder. She is now sitting quite still, looking down upon the boy's face. ERMYNTRUDE. [Watching them enviously.] Well, considering that Mr. Saunders was introduced to us asleep, I don't think Gwendoline's behaviour is at all comme il faut! [She bumps gently against RANKLING.] Oh! RANKLING. [Looking at ERMYNTRUDE, rather dazed.] My dear, I am quite glad to see somebody who isn't like any of my relations. Come along. [They go out. SAUNDERS moves dreamily and murmurs. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS SAUNDERS. [Waking.] All right, ma dear, I'll come down directly. [He raises his head and kisses GWENDOLINE, then opens his eyes and looks at her, startled.] Oh, I've been dreaming about my ma! I-I don't know you, do I? GWENDOLINE. It doesn't matter, Mr. Saunders. You've had such a good sleep. [She kisses his forehead gently. SAUNDERS. Oh, that's just like my ma! Where are the others? GWENDOLINE. [Arranging his curls upon his forehead.] I'll take you to them. SAUNDERS. Thank you. What's your name? GWENDOLINE. Gwendoline. SAUNDERS. Gwen's short for that, isn't it? [Rubbing his eyes with his fists, then offering her his arm.] Permit me, Gwen. [They go out. QUECKETT, his hair disarranged, his appearance generally wild, immediately enters, followed by JANE and TYLER. QUECKETT. I can't help it! I am in the hands of fate. Arrange the table. I cannot help it! 88 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS [TYLER and JANE proceed to arrange the table and the seats for supper. PEGGY enters quietly. PEGGY. It is supper-time. Oh, what's the matter, Uncle Vere? QUECKETT. Well, in the first place, there are no oysters. PEGGY. I've seen them! QUECKETT. I've gone further-I've tasted them. PEGGY. Bad! QUECKETT. Well, I should describe them as Inland oysters. A long time since they had a fortnight at the seaside. PEGGY. Oh, dear! Then we must fall back on the lark pudding. QUECKETT. You'll injure yourself seriously if you do. PEGGY. Tell me everything. It has not come small? QUECKETT. It has come ridiculously small. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 89 PEGGY. It was ordered for eight persons. QUECKETT. Then it is architecturally disproportionate. PEGGY. [To herself.] Something must be done. [She runs to the writing-table and begins to write rapidly on three half-sheets of paper, folding each into a three-cornered note as she finishes it.] The girls must be warned. [ Writing.] " For goodness' sake, don't taste the pudding." Poor girls-what an end to a happy day! QUECKETT. [To himself.] Oh, if the members of my family could see me at this moment! I, whose suppers in the Albany were at one time a proverb! Oh, Caroline, Caroline, even you little know the sacrifice I have made for you! PEGGY. [To QUECKETT, handing him thenotes.] Quick, please! quick! give them these notes. QUECKETT. [Taking the notes.] What for? PEGGY. Oh, don't ask; you will see the result. QUECKETT. But you mustn't write to people you- I 90o THE SCHOOLMISTRESS PEGGY. [Angrily.] Go away! [He hurries out. PEGGY wipes her eyes. JANE. Ah, don't be upset, Miss! PEGGY. No, I won't, I won't. But I am only a girl, and the responsibility is very great for such young shoulders. [There is a murmur of voices outside. JANE and TYLER go out as RANKLING enters with ERMYNTRUDE, followed by REGGIE with DINAH. REGINALD is endeavouring to keep her away from MALLORY, who comes after them. SAUNDERS and GWENDOLINE follow next, and QUECKETT brings up the rear. There is much talking as QUECKETT indicates the seats they are to occupy. PEGGY. [Quietly to QUECKETT.] Did you give the girls the notes? QUECKETT. [Surprised.] No. PEGGY. Oh! Never mind-I'll whisper to them now. [She whispers hurriedly to DINAH, GWENDOLINE, and ERMYNTRUDE. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 91 [To himself.] I didn't understand they were for the girls. [He goes to the head of the table as RANKLING, MALLORY, and SAUNDERS come suddenly together, each carrying a note. RANKLING. [To MALLORY.] Mallory, we were right-there is some horrible mystery about Queckett. [Looking to see they are not observed.] I've had an anonymous warning. " For Heaven's sake, don't touch the pudding! " MALLORY. I know. RANKLING. Tell the boy. MALLORY. [To SAUNDERS.] I say-don't you say yes to pudding. SAUNDERS. I know. Tell the old gentleman. MALLORY. [To SAUNDERS.] He knows. [To RANKLING.] He knows. [ With a simultaneous gesture they pocket the notes and go to find their seats at table. They all sit. The lobster salad and the pdte have been placed by TYLER at the end of the table. TYLER now enters carrying nine large plates, which he places before QUECKETT. 92 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS QUECKETT. [With assumed composure and good spirits.] There is a spontaneity about our jolly little supper which will perhaps-ah'm!-atone for any absence of elaboration. RANKLING. Don't name it, Mr. Queckett. MALLORY. Just as it should be, my dear fellow. [TYLER goes out. QUECKETT. The language of the heart is simplicity. Our little supper is from the heart. MALLORY. Ah, I shall never forget your little suppers in the Albany. Where were they from? QUECKETT. Gunters', Jack. [With a groan.] Oh! [JANE, at the door, hands to TYLER a very small pudding in a silver-plated basin, which he places before QUECKETT. RANKLING, MALLORY, and SAUNDERS. [To themselves.] The pudding! [They exhibit great eagerness to get a view of the pudding. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS. 93 PEGGY. [Behind MALLORY'S back.] Oh, how shameful it looks! QUECKETT. [Falteringly.] Here is a homely little dish which has fascinations for many, though I never touch it myself-I never touch it myself. [RANKLING, MALLORY, and SAUNDERS exchange significant looks.] Ah'm! A pudding made of larks. [He glances round; all look down; there is deep silence.] A pudding-made-of larks. [To DINAH.] My dear-a very little? DINAH. No, thank you, Uncle. QUECKETT. Perhaps you're right. Gwendoline, a suggestion? GWENDOLINE. No, thank you, Uncle. QUECKETT. [To PEGGY.] Margaret, I know what your digestion is-I won't tempt you. [To ERMYNTRUDE.] Ermyntrude-the least in the world? ERMYNTRUDE. No, thank you, Uncle. QUECKETT. [To himself.] Ah! How lucky I 94 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS PEGGY. [To herself.] Brave girls! I was afraid they'd falter. QUECKETT. [Heartily.] Now then-Admiral Rankling? RANKLING. No, thank you, QUECKETT. No pudding? RANKLING. I haven't long dined, thank you, Queckett. QUECKETT. [To REGINALD-coldly.] May I? REGINALD. [Distantly.] I never eat suppers, thank you. QUECKETT. [To SAUNDERS.] My dear Mr. Saunders? SAUNDERS. No, Mr. Queckett, thank you. QUECKETT. [Gettinq desperate-to MALLORY.] Jack-a lark? MALLORY. No, thanks, old fellow. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 95 QUECKETT. Well, I- [Throwing down his knife and spoon, and leaning. back in his chair. To TYLER.] Take it away! [TYLER removes the pudding; they all watch its going. TYLER. [Handing it to JANE.] Keep it warm, Jane. QUECKETT. Jack, a lobster salad and a small padt de foie gras are at your end of the table. MALLORY. [Looking round.] May I? [There is a general reply of " No, thank you," from the ladies. PEGGY. [To herself.] Poor girls, what sacrifices they make for these men! MALLORY. [With a plate in his hand.] May I-? RANKLING, SAUNDERS, and REGINALD. [Together.] No, thank you. QUECKETT. [To himself.] What a supper party! Tyler, the champagne. 96 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS [TYLER fetches a bottle of champagne, and proceeds to open it. RANKLING. [Behind ERMYNTRUDE and PEGGY, to MALLORY.] If we see the cork drawn, shall we risk it? MALLORY. [To RANKLING.] Risk it. RANKLING. Risk it. [REGINALD has risen from the table and is seen tapping SAUNDERS upon the shoulder and speaking to him rapidly and excitedly. SAUNDERS. No, I have not! [Talking together, REGINALD and SAUNDERS go out hurriedly. MALLORY. What's the matter with that charming young fellow now? [To the table.] Excuse me. [ Ie follows them out. DINAH. [Tearfully to GWENDOLINE.] Reginald's jealousy gets worse and worse. I am sure it will cloud our future. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 97 GWENDOLINE. [To DINAH.] Mr. Saunders wasn't looking at you, I am positive. The poor little fellow was stroking my hand. [MALLORY returns with SAUNDERS and REGINALD, who both look excited, and their hair is disarranged. REGINALD. [To MALLORY and SAUNDERS.] I beg your pardon; I may have been mistaken. I imagined that Mr. Saunders was regarding my wife in a way which overstepped the borders of ordinary admiration. [They hastily shake hands all round and hurry back to their seats. TYLER has poured out the champagne, and now departs. ADMIRAL RANKLING rises. QUECKETT taps the table for silence. QUECKETT. Please-please. RANKLING. Ah'm! MALLORY. [To himself.] I thought the old gentleman wouldn't resist the temptation. RANKLING. My dear Mr. Queckett, it would ill become an old man-himself the father of a daughter, nearly, if not quite, of the age of the young lady opposite me-to lose an opportunity of saying a few words on the G 98 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS pleasant, the-the extremely pleasant-condition of the British Naval Forces-ah'm! noMALLORY. [To himself.] I knew that would happen. RANKLING. Pardon me, I have been speaking on other subjects to-night - I should say, the extremely pleasant occasion which brings us together. QUECKETT. Certainly, my dear Rankling; how nice of you! RANKLING. Not only am I the commander-the father-of a ship-of a daughter whom it is my ambition to see happily wedded to the man of her choicePEGGY. Hear, hear! QUECKETT. [In an undertone, glaring at her.] You vexing girl! RANKLING. But I am also the husband of a heavily-plated cruiser-er-um-h'm!-of a dear lady to whose affection and society I owe the greatest happiness of my life. PEGGY. [To herself.] How different some gentlemen are when their wives are not present. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 99 RANKLING. If I have the regret of knowing that my acquaint; ance with Mrs.-Mrs. PEGGY. Parkinson. RANKLING. Thank you, I know-Parkinson-has begun only to-night, I have also the pleasure of inaugurating a friendship with that delightful young lady, which on my side shall be little less than paternal. I-IIMALLORY. Oh, gracious! RANKLING. I-I cannot sit downMALLORY. [Wearily.] Why not! RANKLING. I will not sit down without adding a word of congratulation to Mr.--Mr. PEGGY. Parkinson. RANKLING. Thank you, I know-Parkinson-the young gentleman whose ingenious construction and seagoing qualitiesMALLORY. No, no. 100 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS RANKLING. Er-um-whose amiability and genial demeanour have so favourably impressed us. As an old married man I welcome this recruit to the service. PEGGY. Hear, hear! RANKLING. It is one of hardship and danger, of stiff breezes and dismal night watches. But it is because Englishmen never know when they are beatenMALLORY. No, no. RANKLING. Yes, sir-it is because Englishmen never know when they are beaten that they occasionally find conjugal happiness. I ask you all to drink to the Navy-to-to Mr. and Mrs.-thank you, I knowJenkinson. [All except DINAH and REGINALD rise and drink the toast, " Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson "); then, as they resume their seats, REGINALD rises sulkily. REGINALD. Admiral Rankling[JANE appears at the door, wildly beckoning to QUECKETT. JANE. [In a whisper.] Sir-Sir- I THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 101 QUECKETT. [Angrily.] Not now-not now-go away! THE GIRLS. Hush! [The GIRLS motion JANE away; she retires. QUECKET. [To REGINALD.] I beg pardon. REGINALD. All I have to say is that the highest estimate Admiral Rankling can form of me will not do justice to my devotion to my wife. PEGGY. [Sotto voce.] Oh, beautiful! REGINALD. [Fiercely.] And I should like to know the individual, old or young, who would take my wife from me! MALLORY. [To himself.] Many a husband would like to know that person. REGINALD. In conclusion-as for Admiral Rankling's offer of a paternal friendship, I trust he will remember that offer if ever we should have occasion to remind him of it. [Looking at his watch.] And now I regret to say - [The girls rise, the men follow. 102 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS PEGGY. No, no-not before we have danced one quadrille. GWENDOLINE and ERMYNTRUDE. Oh, yes-oh, yes! A quadrille! PEGGY. Uncle Vere will play for us. QUECKETT. No, Uncle Vere will not! MALLORY. Oh, yes, you will, Queckett, old fellow-eh? QUECKETT. Well-I-with pleasure, Jack. [To himself.] How dare they! PEGGY. Clear the floor! [SAUNDERS and MALLORY, assisted by ERMYNTRUDE and GWENDOLINE, put back the table and chairs. RANKLING. [Getting very good-humoured.] Upon my soul, I never saw such girls in my life! I wonder whether my Dinah is anything like 'em! [DINAH and REGINALD are having a violent altercation. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 1o0 DINAH. A wife shouldn't dance with her husband-it is horrible form! REGINALD. I can't see you led out by a stranger. DINAH. It is merely a quadrille. REGINALD. Merely a quadrille! Woman, do you think I am marble! DINAH. [Distractedly, turning to RANKLING.] Admiral Rankling, are you going to dance? RANKLING. [Gallantly.] If you do me the honour, my dear Madam. [She takes his arm. REGINALD. [Madly, to DINAH.] Ah, flirt! QUECKETT. [To PEGGY.] Get rid of them soon, or I shall become a gibbering idiot! MALLORY. [Slapping QUECKETT on the back.] Now then, Queckett. [QUECKETT goes to the piano. To PEGGY.] Will you make me happy, dear Miss Peggy? 10o4 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS PEGGY. Thank you, Mr. Mallory, I never dance. [Taking his arm.] But I don't mind this once. Uncle! QUECKETT. [To himself.] I wash my hands of the entire party! [He plays the first figure of a quadrille, while they dance-RANKLING and DINAH, SAUNDERS and GWENDOLINE, MALLORY and PEGGY, ERMYNTRUDE and REGINALD. They dance with brightness and animation, but whenever REGINALD encounters DINAH there is a violent altercation. As the figure ends JANE enters again, and runs to QUECKETT at the piano. QUECKETT. What is it? JANE. Oh, sir, do come downstairs-as far down as you can get! QUECKETT. What do you mean? JANE. That boy, Tyler, sir! QUECKETT. Tyler-well? JANE. He went off bang in the kitchen, sir, about ten minutes ago. Them fireworks! THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 10o5 QUECKETT. Fireworks! Where is he? JANE. Gone for the engines, sir. QUECKETT. [Rising.] The engines! ERMYNTRUDE. Uncle! GWENDOLINE. Uncle Vere! PEGGY. Now then, Uncle! QUECKETT. Excuse me-let somebody take my place at the piano. I-I'll be back in a moment! [JANE hurries out, he following her. PEGGY. [ Running to the piano and commencing a waltz.] A waltz! Change partners! [RANKLING dances with ERMYNTRUDE, SAUNDERS with GWENDOLINE. REGINALD is left out, but is wildly following DINAH, who is dancing with MALLORY. RANKLING. [Pufing.] Not so fast, Miss Griffin-not so fast! zo6 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS REGINALD. [In DINAH'S ear.] I shall require some explanation, Madam. DINAH. Oh, Reginald! [There is the sound of a prolonged knocking at the street door, followed by a bell ringing violently. PEGGY. [Playing.] Somebody wants to come in, evidently. [Suddenly the music and the dancing stop and everybody listens; then they all run to the windows and look out. RANKLING. What's that? MALLORY. What's wrong? SAUNDERS. Oh, look there! PEGGY. Oh, there's such a crowd at our house! [QUECKETT re-enters with JANE, who sinks into a chair. QUECKETT looks very pale and frightened. QUECKETT. Listen to me, please. ALL. What's the matter? THE SCHOOLMISTRESS ro7 QUECKETT. Don't be alarmed. Look at me. Imitate my selfpossession. ALL. What is the matter? QUECKETT. The matter? The weather is so unfavourable that the boy Tyler has been compelled to display fireworks on the premises. THE GIRLS. Oh! THE MEN. What has happened? QUECKETT. Pray don't be disturbed. There is not the slightest occasion for alarm. We have now the choice of one alternative. RANKLING and MALLORY. What's that? QUECKETT. To get out without unnecessary delay. THE GIRLS. [Clustering together.] Oh! RANKLING. [Assuming the tone of a commander.] Mr. Mallory! Mr. Saunders! MALLORY. Yes, sir. Io8 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS SAUNDERS. Yes, sir. [MALLORY and SAUNDERS place themselves beside RANKLING. RANKLING. Ladies, fetch your cloaks and wraps preparatory to breaking up our pleasant little party. Who volunteers to assist the ladies? MALLORY. I, sir! SAUNDERS. I, sir I REGINALD. I do! QUECKETT. I dol RANKLING. Mr. Mallory, tell off Mr. Queckett and Mr. Jenkinson to help the ladies. [The girls run out, followed by REGINALD, QUECKETT, and JANE. RANKLING. Mr. Mallory! Mr. Saunders! MALLORY and SAUNDERS. Yes, sir. RANKLING. Our respective coats. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS lo9 [They bustle about to get their coats as the door quietly opens and JAFFRAY, a fireman, appears. JAFFRAY. Good evening, gentlemen. Can you tell me where I'll find the ladies? MALLORY. They're putting on their hats and cloaks. JAFFRAY. Thank you, gentlemen, I'm much obliged to you. [He goes to the window, pulls up the blind, and throws the window open; the top of a ladder is seen against the balcony.] Are you coming up, Mr. Goff? GOFF. [Out of sight.] Yes, Mr. Jaffray. [GOFF, a middle-aged, jolly-looking fireman, enters by the balcony and the window. JAFFRAY. Gentlemen, Mr. Goff-one of the oldest and most respected members of the Brigade. Mr. Goff tells some most interesting stories, gentlemen. RANKLING. [Impatiently.] Stories, sir! Call the ladies, Mr. Mallory. [MALLORY goes out. GOFF. I shouldn't hurry them, sir-ladies like to take I10 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS their time. Now I remember an instance in October '78 -RANKLING. Confound it, sir, you're not going to relate anecdotes now! JAFFRAY. I beg your pardon, sir-Mr. Goff is one of the most experienced and entertaining members of the Brigade. RANKLING. I tell you I don't care about that just now! Where are the ladies? [SAUNDERS goes out. JAFFRAY. Excuse me, sir, Mr. Goff's reminiscences are well worth hearing while you wait. RANKLING. But I don't wish to wait! [MALLORY and PEGGY, SAUNDERS and GWENDOLINE, REGINALD andl DINAH, followed by JANE, enter. The girls are hastily attired in all sorts of odd apparel and carrying bonnet-boxes, parcels, and small hand-bags. ERMYNTRUDE carries, amongst other things, a cage of white mice, GWENDOLINE a bird in a (age, DINAH a black cat, and PEGGY a pair of skates and a brush and comb. THE GIRLS. We're ready. Take us away! THE SCHOOLMISTRESS IlI JAFFRAY. I must really ask you, ladies and gentlemen, to take it quietly for a few minutes. ALL. Take it quietly! What for? JAFFRAY. The staircase isn't just the thing for ladies and gentlemen at the present moment. I shall have to ask the ladies and gentlemen to use the Escape. ALL. [Turning to the window.] The Escape! Where is it? JAFFRAY. It'll be here in two minutes. In the meantime, I think Mr. Goff could wile away the time very pleasantly with a reminiscence or two. Ladies, Mr. GoffTHE GIRLS. Oh, take us away! Take us away! [MALLORY, SAUNDERS, and REGINALD soothe the ladies; JAFFRAY goes to the window and looks out. GOFF. [Pleasantly seating himself and taking off his helmet.] Well, ladies, I don't know that I can tell you much to amuse you. However I 12 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS RANKLING. Be quiet, sir-we will not be entertained! JAFFRAY. [Carrying a hose from the window to the door.] Really, gentlemen, I must say I've never heard Mr. Goff treated so hasty at any conflagration. [He carries the hose out. RANKLING. A fireman full of anecdote! I decline to appreciate any reminiscence whatever. So do we all! REGINALD. Certainly! MALLORY. All of us! GOFF. It was in July '79, ladies-my wife had just brought my tea to the Chandos Street Station[JAFFRAY re-enters, and goes to the window. MALLORY. Will you be silent, sir? REGINALD. Get up and do something! SAUNDERS. Go away! THE SCHOOLMISTRESS "I13 JAFFRAY. The Escape, ladies and gentlemen. That windowone at a time. [There is a general movement and hubbub. GOFF rises,; he and JAFFRAY disappear by the window on the left. MALLORY throws open the other "window, and JAFFRAY appears outside and receives DINAH, GWENDOLINE, ERMYNTRUDE, PEGGY, and JANE as they escape. RANKLING. Mr. Mallory-Mr. Saunders-good evening! [REGINALD disappears by the right-hand window. SAUNDERS goes after him. MALLORY is about to follow when QUECKETT enters hurriedly. QUECKETT is in a tall hat, a short covert coat, and carries gloves and an umbrella. He is flourishing a letter. QUECKETT. [Pulling MALLORY back.] Jack-Jack! MALLORY. Hallo! QUECKETT. I'm going back to save some valuables. Directly you get down, post that letter. Oh, Jack, it's so important. H 1i4 "THE SCHOOLMISTRESS MALLORY. [Looking at the letter.] To the Eagle Fire Insurance Company. QUECKETT. Quite so-slipped my memory. [MALLORY disappears. JAFFRAY follows him. RANKLING. [Hurrying to QUECKETT.] My dear Queckett, it is the commander's duty to be the last to leave the ship--you are master here. Thank you for your hospitality. Good-night. QUECKETT. My dear Rankling, thank you for coming to see me. Good-night. [JAFFRAY appears at the window. JAFFRAY. It's all right, gentlemen; there's a kind lady down below who is taking everybody into her house for the night-Mrs. Rankling of Portland Place. RANKLING. Mrs. Rankling! that's my wife! [QUECKETT disappears. JAFFRAY. Is she, sir? Glad to hear it. Then they are all your visitors till to-morrow. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS I1IS RANKLING. Confound it, sir, where do I live? JAFFRAY. Just at the corner here, sir-a hundred yards off. RANKLING. Then where am I now? JAFFRAY. Miss Dyott's boarding school, sir - Volumnia College. RANKLING. What! [He and JAFFRAY go out by the window on the right as GOFF enters by the window on the left. GOFF. Where is he? [Calling at the door.] Sir, here's the lady of the house-rode up on an engine from Piccadilly. Make haste-she says she will come up the ladder. [QUECKETT enters quickly, dragging after him several boxes of cigars. QUECKETT. A lady! What lady? [Miss DYOTT appears at the window. She is in the gorgeous dress of an opera i16 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS bouffe Queen, with a flaxen wig, much disarranged, and a crown on one side. Recoiling.] Caroline! Miss DYOTT. [Entering and taking him by the collar.] Come down! [She drags him towards the window. END OF THE SECOND ACT THE THIRD ACT The Scene is a well-furnished, tastefully-decorated room in the house of ADMIRAL RANKLING. At the further end of the room there are two double doors facing each other, one with glazed panels opening to a conservatory, the other admitting to a dark chamber. There are two other doors, also facing each other, nearer to the spectator. All is darkness, save for a faint glow from the fire and a blue light coming from the conservatory. PEGGY, dressed as before, enters quietly, looking about her. PEGGY. [In a whisper.] Where have I got to now, I wonder? What a dreadful wilderness of a house to wander about in, in the dark, all alone. Oh, for the daylight! [Looking at her watch.] Half-past six. Why, gracious! here's a spark of fire! Oh, joy! [She goes down on her knees, and replenishes the fire with coal from the scuttle. The door opens, and GWENDOLINE peeps in. GWENDOLINE. [In a whisper.] What room is this? [Entering 117 ni8 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS noiselessly.] Will the day never break? [Frightened and retreating, as PEGGY makes a noise in blowing up the fire.] Oh! PEGGY. [Frightened.] Oh! Who is that? [Looking round.] Gwendoline! GWENDOLINE. Peggy! PEGGY. Are you wandering about too? GWENDOLINE. Yes. I can't sleep-can you? PEGGY. [Shivering.] Sleep! no. As if I could sleep in a strange bed in a strange house, in one of Admiral Rankling's night-gowns! You didn't meet any daylight on the stairs, did you? [Another door opens, and ERMYNTRUDE enters noiselessly. GWENDOLINE. [Clinging to PEGGY.] Oh, look there! ERMYNTRUDE. [In a whisper.] I wonder where I am now. PEGGY. Ermyntrude! ERMYNTRUDE. [Clinging to a chair.] Ah! THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 1I19 PEGGY. Be quiet! It's we-it's us-it's her and me! Oh, my grammar's going now! ERMYNTRUDE. Can't you girls get to sleep? GWENDOLINE. I should think not. PEGGY. There wasn't any daylight in your room when you came down, was there? ERMYNTRUDE. I thought I saw a glimmer through the window on the first floor landing. PEGGY. Ah, perhaps that's some of yesterday's. I know! I've made up the fire; let us bivouac here till daybreak. Two by the fire, and take it in turns for the sofa. [Picking up a bear-skin rug and carrying it to the sofa.] Who's first for the sofa? GWENDOLINE. Ermyntrude. ERMYNTRUDE. Gwendoline. PEGGY. Come along, Gwendoline. [GWENDOLINE puts herself upon the sofa, and PEGGY covers her with the bearskin.] There-as soon as you drop off to sleep it will 120 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS be Ermyntrude's turn. [Looking through the conservatory doors.] Oh, how the snow is coming down! [She joins ERMYNTRUDE, who is warming her hands by the fire, and sits in an arm-chair. ERMYNTRUDE. Peggy, do you know what has become of poor Dinah? PEGGY. Yes, she's locked up upstairs till the morning. Admiral Rankling locked her up. GWENDOLINE. [From the sofa.] It's a shame! PEGGY. Go to sleep! Oh, what a scene there was! Admiral Rankling foamed at the mouth. It was lucky they got Mr. Queckett away from him in time. GWENDOLINE. [Sleepily.] Where is Mr. Queckett? PEGGY. Go to sleep. ERMYNTRUDE. [Leaning against PEGGY'S knees.] Mr. Queckett is locked up too, isn't he? PEGGY. Of course he is-till the morning. Miss Dyott locked him up-very properly I think. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 121 ERMYNTRUDE. And where's Miss Dyott? PEGGY. Upstairs, in the room next to mine, in hysterics. Hush! I do believe Gwendoline has gone off. Are you pretty comfortable? ERMYNTRUDE. [Her head on PEGGY'S lap-sleepily.] Yes, thank you. PEGGY. [Wearily.] Oh! [The door quietly opens, and SAUNDERS appears. PEGGY and ERMYNTRUDE are hidden from him by the arm-chair. SAUNDERS. [Sleepily.] I can't sleep in my room. Where have they put Uncle Jack, I wonder? [Seeing GWENDOLINE, who is sleeping with the light from the conservatory windows upon her.] Oh! what's that? [Going softly up to GWENDOLINE, and looking at her.] Why, here's my Gwen. I wonder if she'd mind my sitting near her. [Turning up his coat collar, he sits gently on the footstool and leans against the head of the sofa, drowsily.] Now if any burglars wanted to hurt Gwen, I could kill them. [Closing his eyes wearily.] Oh! [Soon there is a sound of heavy regular breathing from the four sleeping figures. The door opens, and MALLORY enters. 122 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS MALLORY. [Shivering.] Can't get a blessed wink of sleep. Where have I wandered to? Why, this is the room where the awful row was. [Seeing GWENDOLINE.] Hallo, here's one of those school-girls-[discovering SAUNDERS]-and-well, this nephew of mine is a devil of a fellow! That isn't a glimmer of fire, surely. [ Walking towards the fireplace, he nearly stumbles over ERMYNTRUDE.] More girls! [He accidentally knocks over the scuttle. They all wake with a start. PEGGY and ERMYNTRUDE. What's that? GWENDOLINE and SAUNDERS. Who is it? MALLORY. Hush, don't be frightened! It's only I. PEGGY. Mr. Mallory! MALLORY. I've been wandering about-can't sleep. PEGGY. No, we can't sleep either. MALLORY. Well, I don't know about that. [ERMYNTRUDE lights the candles on the mantelpiece. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 123 PEGGY. Why haven't you and Mr. Saunders gone home? You're not burnt out. MALLORY. Perhaps not; but Admiral Rankling asked me to remain, and, if he hadn't, I'm not going to leave this house till my friend Queckett is out of danger. PEGGY. Out of danger? MALLORY. Yes. Are you aware that you young ladies have brought very grave difficulties upon that unfortunate gentleman? PEGGY. [Crying.] He encouraged us! He's a man! MALLORY. Now, pray don't cry, my dear Miss-what is your name this morning? PEGGY. Hesslerigge, and I wish I'd never been born! MALLORY. Hesslerigge, and you wish you'd never been born. [Taking her hand.] Well, Miss Hesslerigge, the serious aspect of the affair is that Admiral Rankling has a most violent, ungovernable temper. PEGGY. [Tearfully.] I know. I've never seen a gentleman 124 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS foam at the mouth before. It's quite a new experience. MALLORY. [Soothingly.] Of course, of course; and therefore I'm apprehensive for poor Mr. Queckett's bodily safety. Meanwhile I won't disturb you any longer. Come along, Saunders. PEGGY. Where are you going? MALLORY. To the front door-to speak a word or two of encouragement to that young fellow, Paulover. PEGGY. Oh, he is outside still? In the snow! MALLORY. Why, he has been walking up and down on the other side of the way all night. PEGGY. [Indignantly.] And you haven't let him in! MALLORY. How could I! You forget that our host has forbidden him the house. PEGGY. No, I don't; I saw them roll out into the road together. Girls, shall we open the front door, or shall we remain the mere slaves of etiquette? THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 125 GWENDOLINE. I should like to let him in. ERMYNTRUDE. Certainly-why not? SAUNDERS. Come along-I know the way. [SAUNDERS, GWENDOLINE, and ERMYNTRUDE go out quietly. MALLORY. [To PEGGY.] Well, you'll perhaps pardon my saying that you are a devil-may-care little schoolgirl! PEGGY. You make a great mistake. I am not a school-girl; I am struggling to be a governess. MALLORY. Ah, I hope you'll make your way in your profession. [PEGGY has discovered the spirit-stand on the sideboard and now places it on the table. MALLORY. What are you going to do now? PEGGY. Brew poor Mr. Paulover something hot. [Bringing the kettle and spirit-lamp to the table.] Light this 126 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS lamp for me, please. [He lights the lamp.] If you can recommend me at any time to a lady with young daughters I shall be grateful. MALLORY. I will-I will. PEGGY. I think I am almost capable of finishing any young lady now. MAILORY. I am sure you are. [Looking at the spirit-lamp.] Is that alight? [They put their heads down close together to look at the lighted lamp.] That's all right. PEGGY. Seems so. [They rise and look at one another. MALLORY. We'd better watch it, perhaps, in case it goes out. [They bob down again with their heads together, and both sit on the same chair.] You'll get into an awful scrape over your share in last night's business, won't you? PEGGY. Frightful; the thought depresses me. MALLORY. Do you think Miss Dyott, or Mrs. Queckett, or whatever she is, will send you home? THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 127 PEGGY. She can't-she's got me for ever. She took me, years ago, for a bad debt. MALLORY. How can she punish you then? PEGGY. I think she will withdraw her confidence from me. MALLORY. You won't despair, will you? PEGGY. I'll try not to. MALLORY. What a jolly little sailor's wife you'd make-brewing grog like this. PEGGY. I hope I should do my duty in any station of life to which I might be called. MALLORY. I'm a sailor, you know. PEGGY. No-are you? MALLORY. [Taking her hand and putting it to his lips.] You know I am. PEGGY. [Suddenly.] It's going to boil over! [They jurmp 128 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS up quickly; MALLORY retreats.] Oh, no, it isn't. [GWENDOLINE and ERMYNTRUDE enter, leading REGINALD, with SAUNDERS fJllowing. REGINALD is in a deplorable condition, covered with snow and icicles. His face is white, and his nose red.] Oh, poor Mr. Paulover! SAUNDERS. He's frost-bitten! PEGGY. Thaw him by degrees. [PEGGY mixes the grog. GWENDOLINE and ERMYNTRUDE lead REGINALD to a chair before the fire, he uttering some violent but incoherent exclamations. ERMYNTRUDE. He's annoyed with Admiral Rankling. [The girls chafe his hands, while he still mutters with rolling eyes. PEGGY. It's a good job his language is frozen. [Putting the glass of grog to his lips. REGINALD. [Reviving.] Thank you. Take my hat off, pleaseI bought it from a cabman. [GWENDOLINE remove his hat, which is very shabby.] Good morning! Where's my wife, Dinah? PEGGY. She's quite safe. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS12 129 REGINALD. I must see her-speak to her! PEGGY. You can't-she's locked up. REGINALD. Then I must push a long letter under her door. She must, she shall know that I am going to walk up and down outside this house all my life! [Faintly.] Bring writing materials? MALLORY. I'll hunt for the pen and ink. SAUNDERS. So will I. REGINALD. [To PEGGY.] No, no; you do it. These men are bachelors-they can't feel for me! MALLORY. ilere's a writing-table. [PEGGY runs to MALLORY and opens the lid of the writing-table. PEGGY. Note -paper and envelopes. Where's the-? [opening one of the smnall drawers, she star~ts back with a cry.] Oh! [They all turn and look at her. I 130 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS ALL. What's the matter? PEGGY. [Taking from the drawer a large bunch of keys, each with a small label, which she examines breathlessly.] Duplicate keys of all the rooms in the house! What gross carelessness-to leave keys in an open drawer! Girls, why should not we impress this fact upon Admiral Rankling by releasing Dinah immediately? GWENDOLINE and ERMYNTRUDE. Oh, yes, yes! REGINALD. [Seizing PEGGY'S hand.] Oh, Miss Hesslerigge, my father-in-law is entertaining an angel unawares. MALLORY. Oh, stop, stop, stop! I don't think we're quite justifiedREGINALD. [Scornfully.] Hah, I told you he was merely a bachelor! [Pointing to SAUNDERS.] So is his companion. Give me the keys! PEGGY. No, no; I take the responsibility of this. I am a girl! [Going towards the door, and looking at MALLORY and SAUNDERS as they make way for her.] I hope you will repent your line of conduct, gentlemen. [She goes out. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 13t MALLORY. I think we all shall. [There is a sudden noise, as of some one falling down a couple of stairs. They start and listen. GIRLS. Oh! MALLORY. What's that? ERMYNTRUDE. [Looking out at door.] Here's Admiral Rankling! [There is a suppressed exclamation from everybody, and a silent scamper to the further end of the room. MALLORY. [Indignantly.] What the deuce does a respectable man want out of bed at this unearthly hour? RANKLING. [In a rage, outside the door.] Confound that! GIRLS. Oh! REGINALD. [Opening the door leading to the dark room.] Here's a room here. Shall we condescend to hide? 132 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS ALL. Yes. [They disappear hastily as RANKLING appears in a dressing-gown, his face pale and his eyes red and wild. RANKLING. Hallo! Some one has been sitting up. Candlesand a fire. Ah! [Sniffing and walking about the room, he goes straight to the mantelpiece, upon which REGINALD'S grog has been left, and takes up the tumbler.] It's Mallory. [With suppressed passion.] It's against the rules for anybody to sit up in my house! [Calmly.] But I don't mind Mallory-I don't- [Looking at sofa.] Hallo! Mallory has been turning in here. [Going to the sofa and sitting there, shaking with anger.] Are we never going to have any more daylight? How long am I to wait till that miserable schoolmistress releases the worm Queckett! Queckett! Uncle Vere! The reptile who has made a fool of me in the eyes of my wife and daughter! Ugh! But I must husband my strength for Queckett. I have been a very careful man all my life; so far as muscular economy goes, Queckett shall have the savings of a lifetime. [Lying down and pulling the rug over him.] Uncle Vere! Ah, I was a wild, impetuous, daring lad once-[going to sleep]-and I can be unpleasant even now. I can! The Admiralty doesn't know it-Emma doesn't know itQueckett shall know it. [He breathes heavily. The others have been peeping from their hiding-place, and as they close the door, PEGGY enters alone, quickly but THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 133 silently. She looks for the others, then almost falls over RANKLING on the sofa, at which she retreats with a suppressed screech of horror. MALLORY opens the farther door and gesticulates to her violently to be silent. PEGGY. [Petrified.] Oh, my goodness gracious! [MALLORY advances and bends over RANKLING, listening to his breathing; he then goes to PEGGY. MALLORY. He's dropped off. Where is Mrs. Paulover? PEGGY. She's not on that side of the house. MALLORY. I've a plan for disposing of the old gentleman. Try the other side. PEGGY. I'm going to. [Turning and clutching MALLORY.] But, oh, Mr. Mallory, what do you think I've done? MALLORY. That's impossible to conjecture. 134 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS PEGGY. I've made a mistake about the doors and-I have unlocked Mr. Queckett! [She goes out quickly; MALLORY thinks for a moment, then bursts into a fit of silent laughter. MALLORY. I love that girl! [REGINALD appears at the farther door, gesticulating. REGINALD. [In a hoarse whisper.] Where is my wife? I cannot live longer without her! Where is Dinah! MALLORY. Hush! She'll be here in a minute. Come out of there and lend me a hand. [SAUNDERS, GWENDOLINE, and ERMYNTRUDE enter on tiptoe. To REGINALD.] Now then-gently. [MALLORY and REGINALD each take an end of the sofa and carry RANKLING out through the door into the dark room. GWENDOLINE. [Breathlessly.] If they bump him, all's lost! [MALLORY and REGINALD re-appear. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 135 REGINALD. I feel warmer now. MALLORY. Turn the key. [REGINALD turns the key as DINAH and PEGGY enter cautiously. GWENDOLINE and ERMYNTRUDE. Dinah! DINAH. Reggie! REGINALD. My wife! [REGINALD rushes to DINAH and embraces her frantically. There is a general cry of relief as MALLORY embraces PEGGY, and GWENDOLINE throws her arms round SAUNDERS. Suddenly there is the sound of some one stumbling downstairs, accompanied by a smothered exclamation. ALL. [Listening.] What's that? ERMYNTRUDE. [Peeping out at the door.] Here's Uncle Vere got loose. He has fallen downstairs. 136 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS REGINALD. Oh, bother! Come along, Dinah. [REGINALD and DINAH, SAUNDERS, ERMYN TRUDE, and GWENDOLINE go out quickdy. PEGGY. [To MALLORY.] Rather bad taste of your nephew and those girls to run after a newly-married couple, isn't it? MALLORY. Yes; we won't do it. PEGGY. No; but we don't want to be bothered with your old friend, Queckett, do we? MALLORY. No; he's an awful bore. Is the conservatory heated? PEGGY. [Taking his arm.] I don't mind if it isn't. [They disappear into the conservatory. The door opens, and QUECKETT, his face pale and haggard, enters, still wearing his hat and the short covert coat over his evening dress, and carrying his gloves and umbrella. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS r37 QUECKETT. To whom am I indebted for being let out? Was it by way of treachery, I wonder? Somebody has been sitting up late, or rising early! Who is it? [Sniffing and looking about him, then going to the mantelpiece and taking up the tumbler and smelling the contents.] I am anxious not to do any one an injustice, but that's Peggy. Oh, what a night I've passed! I have no hesitation in saying that the extremely bad behaviour of Caroline-of the lady I have marriedand the ungovernable rage of Rankling, are indelibly impressed upon me. [Looking round nervously.] Good gracious! I am actually in the room in which Rankling announced his intention of ultimately dislocating my vertebrae. I shall certainly not winter in England. [ The clock strikes seven; he looks at his watch.] Seven. It will be wise to remain here for the first gleam of daylight, and then leave the house-unostentatiously. I will exchange no explanations with Caroline. I shall simply lay the whole circumstances of my injudicious, boyish marriage before my brother Bob and the other members of my family. Any allowance which Caroline may make me shall come through them. [There is a sound of something falling and breaking outside the room.] The deuce! What's that? [Going on tiptoe over to the door, and peeping out.] Somebody has knocked something over. [Snatching up his hat, gloves, and umbrella.] I shan't wait till daybreak if they're breaking other things. [He hurries to another door, opens it, looks out, and closes it quickly.] People sitting on the stairs! Is this a plot to surround me? The conservatory? [He goes quickly to the conservatory door, opens it, then draws back, closing it quickly.] 138 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS Two persons under a palm tree. [There is a knock at the door on the right.] Oh! [Seeing the door leading to the dark room.] Where does that lead to? [He tries the door, unlocks it and looks in.] A dark room! Oh, I'm so thankful! [He disappears, closing the door after him. The knocking outside is repeated, then the door opens and Miss DYoTr enters. She is dressed in her burlesque costume, her face pale. She carries the head, broken off at the neck, of a terra-cotta bust of a woman. Miss DYOTT. I have broken a bust now. It is an embarrassing thing to break a bust in the house of comparative strangers. Oh, will it never be daylight? Does the milkman never come to Portland Place! I have been listening at the keyhole of Vere's room-not a sound. He can sleep with the ruin of Volumnia College upon his conscience while I- [Sinking into a chair.] Ah, I realise now the correctness of the poet's observation -" Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown! " [QUECKETT comes quietly from the dark room, much terrified. QUECKETT. Rankling's in there-asleep. In the dark I sat on him. Oh, what a narrow escape I've had! [Coming behind Miss DYOTT and suddenly seeing her.] Caroline! Scylla and Charybdis! [He bolts back into the dark room. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 139 Miss DYOTT. [Rising alarmed.] What's that? [MRS. RANKLING enters, in a peignoir. MRS. RANKLING. I heard something fall. [Seeing Miss DYOTT.] Mrs. Queckett! [Distantly.] Instructions were given that everybody should be called at eight. I had arranged that a more appropriate costume should be placed at your disposal. [Seeing the broken bust.] Ah, what has happened? Miss DYOTT. I knocked over the pedestal. MRS. RANKLING. [Distressed.] Oh! bust of myself by Belt! I saw him working on it! Oh, Mrs. Queckett, is there no end to the trouble you have brought upon us? Miss DYOTT. The trouble you have brought upon me. MRS. RANKLING. What! Why didn't you tell us you had a husband? Miss DYoTT. Why didn't you tell me that Dinah had a husband? 140 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS MRS. RANKLING. We didn't know it. Miss DYOTT. Well, if you didn't know your own daughter was married how can you wonder at your ignorance of other people's domestic complications? MRS. RANKLING. But that's not all. You have informed us that you are now actually contributing to a nightly entertainment of a volatile description-that you are positively being laughed at in public. Miss DYoTT. Isn't it better to be laughed at in public, and paid for it, than to be sniggered at privately for nothing! MRS. RANKLING. Mrs. Queckett, you are revealing your true character. Miss DYOTT. It is the same as your own-an undervalued wife. Let me open your eyes as mine are opened. We have engaged to love and to honour two men. MRS. RANKLING. I have done nothing of the kind. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 141 Miss DYOTT. I mean one each. MRS. RANKLING. Oh-excuse me. Miss DYOTT. Now-looking at him microscopically-is there much to love and to honour in Admiral Rankling? MRS. RANKLING. He is a genial after-dinner speaker. Miss DYOTT. Hah! MRS. RANKLING. It is true he is rather austere. Miss DYOTT. An austere sailor! All bows abroad and stern at home. Well then-knowing what occurred last night -is there anything to love and to honour in Mr. Queckett? MRS. RANKLING. Nothing whatever. Miss DYOTr. [Annoyed.] And yet he is undoubtedly the superior of Admiral Rankling. Very well then, do as I mean 142 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS to do-put your foot down. If Heaven has gifted you with a large one, so much the better. [The voices of QUECKETT and RANKLING are heard suddenly raised in the adjoining room. RANKLING. [Outside.] Queckett! QUECKETT. [Outside.] My dear Rankling! Miss DYOTT. Vere! MRS. RANKLING. The Admiral has released your husband. RANKLING. [In the distance.] I'll trouble you, sir! QUECKETT. Certainly, Rankling. Miss DYoTT. [To MRS. RANKLING.] Come away, and I will advise you. Bring your head with you. [Miss DYOTT and MRS. RANKLING, carrying the broken bust, hurry out as QUECKETT enters quickly, followed by RANKLING. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 143 QUECKETT. Admiral Rankling, I shall mark my opinion of your behaviour-through the post. RANKLING. Sit down. QUECKETT. Thank you, I've been sitting. I sat on you, on the sofa. RANKLING. Sit down! [QUECKETT sits promptly.] As an old friend of your family, Mr. Queckett, I am going to have a quiet chat with you on family matters. [RANKLING wheels the arm-chair near QUECKETT. QUECKETT. [To himself.] I don't like his calmness-I don't like his calmness. [RANKLING sits bending forward, and glaring at QUECKETT. RANKLING. [Grimly.] How is your sister Janet? Quite well, eh? [Fiercely.] Tell me-without a moment's delay, sir-how is Janet? QUECKETT. Permit me to say, Admiral Rankling, that whatever your standing may be with other members of my family, you have no acquaintance with the lady you mention. 144 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS RANKLING. Oh, haven't I? [Drawing his chair nearer QUECKETT.] Very well, then. Is Grifin quite wellFinch-Griffin of the Berkshire Royals? QUECKETT. I do not know how Major Griffin is, and I feel I do not care. RANKLING. Oh, you don't. Very well, then. [Drawing his chair still nearer QUECKETT.] Will you answer me one simple but important question? QUECKETT. If it be a question a gentleman may answercertainly. RANKLING. How often do you hear from your brother Tankerville? QUECKETT. Oh! RANKLING. [Clutching QUECKETT'S knee.] He's Deputy Inspector of Prisons in British Guiana, you know. Doesn't have time to write often, does he? QUECKETT. Admiral Rankling, you will permit me to remind you that in families of long standing and complicated interests there are regrettable estrangements which THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 145 should be lightly dealt with. [Affected.] You have recalled memories. [Rising.] Excuse me. RANKLING. [Rising.] No, sir, I will not excuse you! QUECKETT. Where are my gloves? RANKLING. Because, Mr. Queckett, I have your assurance as a gentleman that your brother Tankerville's daughter is married to a charming young fellow of the name of Parkinson. Now I've discovered that Parkinson is really a charming young fellow of the name of Paulover; so that, as Paulover has married my daughter as well as Tankerville's, Paulover must be prosecuted for bigamy, and as you knew that Paulover was Parkinson, and Parkinson Paulover, you connived at the crime, inasmuch as knowing Paulover was Tankerville's daughter's husband you deliberately aided Parkinson in making my child Dinah his wife. But that's not the worst of it! QUECKETT. Oh! RANKLING. [Continuing, rapidly and excitedly.] Because I have since received your gentlemanly assurance that Tankerville's daughter is my daughter. Now, either you mean to say that I've behaved like a blackguard to Tankerville - which is a libel; or that 146 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS Tankerville has conducted himself with less than common fairness to me-which will be a divorce. And, in either case, without wishing to anticipate the law, I shall personally chastise you, because, although I've been a sailor on the high seas for fiveand-forty years, I have never during the whole of that period listened to such a yarn of mendacious fabrications as you spun me last night! QUECKETT. [Beginning to carefully put on his gloves.] It would be idle to deny that this affair has now assumed its most unpleasant aspect. Admiral Rankling, the time has come for candour on both sides. RANKLING. Be quick, sir! QUECKETT. I am being quick, Rankling. I admit, with all the rapidity of utterance of which I am capable, that my assurances of last night were founded upon an airy basis. RANKLING. In plain words-lies, Mr. Queckett. QUECKETT. A habit of preparing election manifestoes for various members of my family may have impaired a fervent admiration for truth, in which I yield to no man. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 147 RANKLING. [Advancing in a determined manner.] Very well, sir! QUECKETT. [Retreating.] One moment, Rankling. One moment -if not two! I glean that you are prepared to assaultRANKLING. To chastise! QUECKETT. Well, to inconvenience a man at whose table you feasted last night. Do so! RANKLING. I will do so! QUECKETT. I say, do so. But the triumph, when you kneel upon my body-for I am bound to tell you that I shall lie down-the triumph will be mine! RANKLING. You are welcome to it, sir. Put down that umbrella! QUECKETT. What for? RANKLING. I haven't an umbrella. QUECKETT. You haven't? Allow me to leave this room, my 148 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS dear Rankling, and I'll beg your acceptance of this one. [RANKLING advances fiercely,; QUECKETT retreats; Miss DYOTT enters. QUECKETT. Caroline! Miss DYOTT. Stop, Admiral Rankling, if you please! Any reprimand, physical or otherwise, will be administered to Mr. Queckett at my hands. QUECKETT. [To himself.] I would have preferred Rankling. Rankling I could have winded. [He goes out quickly, Miss DYOTT following in pursuit. Miss DYOTT. [As she goes.] Vere! RANKLING. I am in my own house, madam[MRS. RANKLING enters, carrying the broken bust. RANKLING. Emma, go back to bed. MRS. RANKLING. Archibald Rankling, attend to me. Don't roll your eyes, but attend to me. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 149 RANKLING. Emma, your tone is dictatorial. MRS. RANKLING. It is meant to be so, because, after seventeen years of married life, I am going to speak my mind, at last. [Holding up the head before him.] Archibald, look at that. RANKLING. What is it? MRS. RANKLING. Myself, less than ten years ago--the sculptor's earliest effort. RANKLING. Broken-made of bad stuff-send it back. MRS. RANKLING. It is your memory I wish to send back. Ah, Archibald, do you see how round and plump 'those cheeks are? RANKLING. People alter. You were stout then. MRS. RANKLING. I was. RANKLING. In those days I was thin. 15o THE SCHOOLMISTRESS MRS. RANKLING. Frightfully. RANKLING. Very well, then-the average remains the same. Some day we may return to the old arrangement. MRS. RANKLING. If you ever find yourself a spare man again, Archibald, it won't be because I have worried and fretted you with my peevish ill-humourRANKLING. Emma! MRS. RANKLING. As you have worried and worn me with yours. RANKLING. Emma, you have completely lost your head. [She raises the broken bust.] I don't mean that confounded bust. That was ideal. MRS. RANKLING. And if a mere sculptor could make your wife ideal, why shouldn't you try? So, understand me finally, Archibald-I will not be ground down any longer. Unless some arrangement is arrived at for the happiness of dear Dinah and Mr. Paulover, I leave you. RANKLING. Leave me! THE SCHOOLMISTRESS i.r: MRS. RANKLING. This very day. RANKLING. Wantonly desert your home and husband, Emma. MRS. RANKLING. Yes. RANKLING. [ With emotion.] And I don't know where to put my hand upon even a necktie! MRS. RANKLING. All the world shall learn how highly you thought of Dinah's marriage at Mr. Queckett's party last night. RANKLING. [To himself.] Oh! MRS. RANKLING. And what a very different man you have always been in your own home. [Beginning to cry.] And take care, Archibald, that the verdict of posterity is not that you were less a husband and father than a tyrant and oppressor. [QUECKETT enters, with Miss DYOTT in pursuit; she follows him out. Miss DYoTT. [As she goes.] Vere! [RANKLING blows his nose and wipes his eyes, and looks at MRS. RANKLING. 152 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS RANKLING. [In a conciliatory tone.] Emma! Emma! MRS. RANKLING. [ Weeping.] Oh, dear, oh, dear! RANKLING. Emma. [Irritably.] Don't tuck your head under your arm in that way! [She puts the broken bust on the table.] Emma, there have been grave faults on both sides. Yours I will endeavour to overlook. MRS. RANKLING. Ah, now you are your dear old self again. RANKLING. But, Emma, you are occasionally an irritating woman to live with. MRS. RANKLING. You are the first who has ever said that. RANKLING. So I should hope, Emma. MRS. RANKLING. And poor Dinah-you will forgive her? RANKLING. On condition that she doesn't see Paulover's face again for five years. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 153 MRS. RANKLING. Oh, there will be no difficulty about that. [REGINALD and DINAH enter; she is dressed for flight. DINAH. Papa! REGINALD. My father-in-law! [They retreat hastily. RANKLING. [Madly.] Who let you out? Who let you in? [He goes out after them; MRS. RANKLING follows. MRS. RANKLING. [As she goes out.] Archibald! continue your dear old self! [QUECKETT enters by another door, Miss DYOTT following him-both out of breath. They look at each other, recovering themselves. QUECKETT. I understand that you wish to speak to me, Caroline. Miss DYOTT. Oh, you - you paltry little man! You mean, ungrateful little creature! You laced - up heap of pompous pauperism! You-you-! I cannot adequately describe you. Wretch! 154 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS QUECKETT. [Putting on his gloves again.] Have you finished with me, Caroline? Miss DYOTT. Finished with you! I shall never have finished with you! Never till you leave me! QUECKETT. [Rising.] Till I leave you? Miss DYOTT. Till you leave me a widow. QUECKETT. [Resuming his seat, disappointed.] Oh! Miss DYOTT. You don't think I expect you to leave me anything else. Oh, what could I have seen in you! QUECKETT. I take it, Caroline, that, in the language of the hunting-field, you " scented " a gentleman. Miss DYOTT. Scented a gentleman! In the few weeks of our marriage I have scented you and cigaretted you, wined you and liqueured you, tailored and hatted and booted you. I have darned and mended and washed you-gruelled you with a cold, tinctured you with THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 155 a toothache, and linimented you with the gout. [Fiercely.] Have I not? Have I not? QUECKETT. You certainly have had exceptional privileges. Familiarity appears to have fulfilled its usual functions and bredMiss DYOTT. The most utter contempt. Have I not paid your debts? QUECKETT. [Promptly.] Not at my suggestion. Miss DYOTT. And all for what? QUECKETT. I assume, for Love's dear sake, Carrie. Miss DYOTT. For the sake of having the vestal seclusion of Volumnia College telegraphically denominated as Bachelor Diggings! QUECKETT. Any collection of young ladies may be so described. The description is happy but harmless. As for the subsequent conflagrationMiss DYOTT. Don't talk about it! 156 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS QUECKETT. I say with all sincerity that from the moment the fire broke out till I escaped no one regretted it more than myself. That was Tyler! Miss DYOTT. Tyler! What Tyler! I make no historical reference when I say what Tyler was it who abruptly tore aside the veil of mystery which had hitherto shrouded the existence of champagne and lobster salad from four young girls! It was you! QUECKETT. No, it wasn't, Carrie, upon my word! Miss DYOTT. Bah! QUECKETT. Upon my honour! Miss DYOTT. [Witheringly.] Hah! QUECKETT. Those vexing pupils played the very devil with me. After you left, the pupils, as it were, dilated. Miss DYOTT. Yes, and you ordered them champagne glasses, I suppose! Oh, deceiver! THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 1i57 QUECKETT. You talk of deception! What about the three o'clock train from Paddington? Miss DYOTT. It was the whole truth-there was one. QUECKETT. But you didn't travel in it! What about the clergyman's wife at Hereford? Miss DYOTT. Go there-you will find several! QUECKETT. But you're not staying with them. Oh, Carrie, how can you meet my fearless glance when you recall that my last words yesterday were: " Cabman, drive to Paddington-the lady will pay your fare "? Miss DYOTT. I cannot deny that it is by accident you have discovered that I am Queen Honorine in Otto Bernstein's successful comic opera. QUECKETT. And what do you think my family would think of that? Miss DYoTT. It is true that the public now know me as Miss Constance Delaporte. 158 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS QUECKETT. [Indignantly.] Oh! Miss Constance Delaporte! Miss DYOTT. The new and startling contralto-her first appearance. QUECKETT. And have I, a Queckett, after all, gone and married a Connie? Miss DYOTT. You have! It is true, too, that last night, while you and my pupils were dilating, I was singing-ay, and at one important juncture, dancing! QUECKETT. [ With horror.] No, no-not dancing! Miss DYOTT.. Madly, desperately, hysterically, dancing! QUECKETT. And to think-if there was any free list--that my brother Bob may have been there. Miss DYoTT. But do you guess the one thought that prompted me, buoyed me up, guided my steps, and ultimately produced a lower G of exceptional power. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 159 QUECKETT. [With a groan.] No. Miss DYOTT. The thought that every note I sang might bring a bank-note to my lonely Vere at home. QUECKETT. Carrie! Miss DYOTT. I went through the performance in a dream! The conductor's bdton beat nothing but, " Vere, Vere, Vere," into my brain. Some one applauded me! I thought, " Ah, that's worth a new hat to Vere! " I sang my political verse-a man very properly hissed. " He has smashed Vere's new hat," I murmured. At last came my important solo. I drew a long breath, saw a vision of you reading an old copy of The Rock by the fireside at home, and opened my mouth. I remember nothing more till I found myself wildly dancing to the refrain of my song. The audience yelled with approbation; I bowed again and again, and then tottered away to sink into the arms of the prompter with the words, " Vere, catch your Carrie "! QUECKETT. But my family-my brother BobMiss DYOTT. What have they ever done for you? While I-it 16o THE SCHOOLMISTRESS was my ambition to devote every penny of my salary to your little wants. QUECKETT. And isn't it? Miss DYOTT. No, Vere Albany Bute Queckett, it isn't. The moment I dragged you down that ladder last night, and left behind me the smouldering ruins of Volumnia College, I became an altered woman. QUECKETT. Then I will lay the whole affair before my family. Miss DYOTT. Do, and tell them to what your selfishness has brought you-that where there was love there is disdain, where there was claret there will be beer, where there were cigars there will be pipes, and where there was Poole there will be Kino! QUECKETT. Oh, why didn't I wait and marry a lady? Miss DYOTT. You did marry a lady! But scratch the lady and you find a hardworking comic actress! QUECKETT. Be silent, madam! THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 161 Miss DYOTT. Ha! Ha! This is my revenge, Vere Queckett! To-night I will dance more wildly, more demonstratively than ever! QUECKETT. I forbid it! Miss DYOTT. You forbid it! You dictate to Constance Delaporte-the hit of the opera! I am Queen Honorine! [She slaps her hands and sings with great abandonment, and in the pronounced manner of the buffo queen, the song she is supposed to sing in BERNSTEIN'S opera. Singing.] 'Rine, 'Rine, Honorine! Mighty, whether wife or queen; Firmer ruler never seen, Than 'Rine, 'Rine! La / QUECKETT. [Indignantly.] I will write to my married sisters! Miss DYOTT. Do-and I will call upon them! [Singing.] Man's a boasting, fretting fumer, Smoking alcohol consumer, Quick of temper, ill of humour! QUECKETT. Oh, you shall sing this to my family! L 162 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS Miss DYOTT. I will! [Singing, with her hands upon her hips.] Woman has no petty vices; Cuts her sins in good thick slices, With a smile that sweet and nice is! QUECKETT. [Writhing.] Oh! Miss DYOTT. [Boisterously.] Refrain! [Singing and dancing.] 'Rine, 'Rine, Honorine! Mighty, whether wife or queen, Firmer ruler never seen, Than 'Rine, 'Rine! La / [ With a burst of hysterical laughter she sinks into a chair. QUECKETT. Oh, I will tell my brother of you! [Daylight appears through the conservatory doors. MRs. RANKLING and DINAH enter. MALLORY and PEGGY enter fromn the conservatory, " spooning." MRS. RANKLING. My dear Mrs. Queckett, I owe everything to you -my treatment of the dear Admiral has had wonderful results. What do you think! The Admiral and Mr. Paulover are quite reconciled and under THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 163 stand each other perfectly. [RANKLING and PAULOVER enter, glaring at each other and quarrelling violently in undertones.] Look-the Admiral already regards him as his own child. [SAUNDERS, ERMYNTRUDE, and GWENDOLINE enter and join PEGGY and MALLORY. DINAH. [Sobbing.] But we are to be separated for five years. Oh, Reggie, you trust me implicitly, don't you? REGINALD. [Fiercely.] I do. And that is why I warn you never to let me hear of you addressing another man. DINAH. Oh, Reggie! [They embrace. RANKLING. Don't do that! You don't see me behaving in that way to Mrs. Rankling-and we've been married for years. MRS. RANKLING. [To DINAH.] But you and Mr. Paulover are to be allowed to meet once every quarter. REGINALD. Yes! in the presence of Admiral Rankling and a policeman! [MRS. RANKLING, RANKLING, DINAH, and REGINALD join the others. OTTo BERNSTEIN enters quickly and excitedly, carrying a quantity of newspapers. 164 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS BERNSTEIN. I beg your pardon. I must see Miss Constance Delaporte-I mean, Miss Dyott. Miss DYoTT. Mr. Bernstein. BERNSTEIN. Your house is burnt down. It does not madder. You have made a gread hit in my new oratorio-I mean my gomic opera. I have been walking up and down Fleet Street waiting for the babers to gome out. [Handing round all the newspapers.] Der "Dimes" -Der " Delegraph "- Der "Daily News" - Der " Standard" - Der " Bost" - Der 1" Ghronicle "! Dey are all gomplimentary except one, and dat I gave to the gabman. Miss DYoTT. [Reading.] "Miss Delaporte-a decided acquisition." BERNSTEIN. Go on! QUECKETT. [Reading.] "Miss Delaporte-an imposing figure." [Indignantly.] What do they know about it? BERNSTEIN. [Excitedly.] Go on! Go on! I always say I do not read the babers, but I do! [To Miss DYOTT.] You will get fifty bounds a week in my next oratorio -I mean, my gomic opera. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 165 QUECKETT. Fifty pounds a week! My Carrie! I shall be able to snap my fingers at my damn family. MRS. RANKLING. How very pleasing! [Reading.] " A voice of great purity, a correct intonation, and a lower G of decided volume, rendered attractive some music not remarkable for grace or originality." [BERNSTEIN takes the paper from MRS. RANKLING. BERNSTEIN. I did not see dat; I will give dat to the gabman. Goo-bye-I cannot stay. I am going to have a Turkish bath till the evening babers gome out. I always say I do not read the evening babers, but I do / [He bustles out. MRS. RANKLING. Mrs. Queckett, I shall book stalls at once to hear your singing. RANKLING. No, Emma-dress circle. MRS. RANKLING. Stalls, Archibald. RANKLING. [Glaring.] Dress circle! 166 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS MRS. RANKLING. Stalls, Archibald, or I leave you for ever! RANKLING. [Mildly.] Very well, Emma. I have no desire but to please you. QUECKETT. I take this as a great compliment, my dear Rankling. Carrie and I thank you. But I can't hear of it. I insist on offering you both a seat in my box. Miss DYOTT. Your box! QUECKETT. [Softly to her.] Hush! Carrie, my darling! Your Vere's private box! Miss DYOTT. Mr. Queckett's private box, during my absence at night, will be our lodgings, where he will remain under lock and key. [PEGGY laughs at QUECKETT. QUECKETT. [To PEGGY.] Oh, you vexing girl! MALLORY. [Annoyed.] Excuse me, my dear Queckett, but while looking at the plants in the conservatory, I became engaged to Miss Hesslerigge. [ There is a general exclamation of surprise. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 167 REGINALD. [To MALLORY.] Ah, coward, you haven't to wait five years! [JANE enters. JANE. Oh, if you please ma'am, TylerMiss DYoTT, QUECKETT, PEGGY, and DINAH. Tyler! JANE. Tyler wants to know who is to pay him the reward for being the first to fetch the fire-engines last night? QUECKETT. [Threateningly.] I will! Miss DYOTT. No-I will. Tyler has rendered me a signal service. He has demolished Volumnia College. From the ashes of that establishment rises the Phoenix of my new career. Miss Dyott is extinct-Miss Delaporte is alive, and, during the evening, kicking. I hope none will regret the change-I shall not, for one, while the generous public allow me to remain a Favourite! Printed by BALLANTYNE, HANSON & Co. Edinburgh & London