GRAD 822.8 P65b OPI 7HE B &NS FIT OF TH& DOUBT A COMEDY In Three eActs By ARTHUR W. PINERO LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN MDCCCXCVI 0x Copright z895 ýAl// rgizts reserved Enter-ed at Stationers' Hal! Entered at tihe Library of Congress, Washington, U.S.A. This Play was produced at the Comedy Theatre, London, on Wednesday, October i6th, 4895 THE TERSONS OF THE PLAY MRs. EMPTAGE (a widow) CLAUDE EMPTAGE (her son) JUSTINA EMPTAGE (her Ilauyicters) THEOPHILA FRASER SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD, M.P. (her brother) MRs. CLOYS (her sister) RT. REV. ANTHONY CLOYS, D.D., Bishop of St. 1Opherts ALEXANDER FRASER-" Fraser of Locheen " JOHN ALLINGHAM OLIVE ALLINGHAM DENZIL SHABTO DENZIL SHAFTO (Alliugham's friends) PETER ELPHICK j MRS. QUINTON TWELVES HORTON (a servant at Mrs. EmLptage's) QUAIFE (a servant at Mr. Alliighamn's) The scenes are placed at iMrs. Emptage's houase, in the neighbourhood of Regent's Park, and at " The Lichens," Mir. Allingham's cottage at 43som. The events of the First and Second Acts occur on the same day those of the Third Act about fifteen hours afterwards. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THE FIRST ACT The Scene represents a drawing-room in MRS. EMPTAGE'S house near Regent's Park. At the back are double doors, opening on to a further drawingroom, and these face a window, over which the blinds are drawn, to moderate the glare of the sun, which nevertheless streams through them, for it is a fine afternoon in early summer. The rooms are furnished and decorated in a costly and tasteful fashion. MRS. EMPTAGE is reclining upon the settee, her eyes closed, a bottle of smelling-salts in her hand. JUSTINA is pacing the room between the door and the window. MRS. EMPTAGE is a pretty, carefullypreserved woman with dyed hair and " touchedup " face: she is old enough to be the mother of a A THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT daughter of nine-and-twenty. JUSTINA is of that age, good-looking, " smart," and already somewhat passe. Both are fashionably but sovmbrely dressed. MRS. EMPTAGE. Tell me the time once more, 'Tina. JUSTINA. [Referring to her watch.] A few minutes to four, mother. MRS. EMPTAGE. Does the judge of the Divorce Court invariably rise at four o'clock? JUSTINA. He may sit a little later under special circumstances. MRs. EMPTAGE. To have done with a case if it's very near its end? JUSTINA. So I'm told. MRS. EMPTAGE. They must all be here soon, whether that happens or not. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 3 JUSTINA. Yes, yes. Oh, but if the confounded thing should last into another day! MRS. EMPTAGE. A third day's suspense will kill me. JUSTINA. Ma, I suppose, really, we ought to be reading our Church Services or something. MRs. EMPTAGE. I can't concentrate my attention in the least; I have been glancing at " The Yellow Book." JUSTINA. Hark! what's that? MRS. EMPTAGE. I don't hear anything. JUSTINA. It is somebody! [HORTON, a manservant, appears, 4 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT HORTON. Mrs. Quinton Twelves. MRS. EMPTAGE struggles to her feet as MRS. QUINTON TWELVES enters. HORTON retires. KATE TWELVES is a lively, handsome young woman, brightly dressed. JUSTINA AND MRS. EMPTAGE. [Throwing themselves upon her.] Kitty! MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. [Kissing them.] Well, well, well, well! JUSTINA. Is it over? MRs. QUINTON TWELVES. Not quite; that is, it wasn't when I came away. It's all over by now, I expect. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Hysterically.] Oh, Kitty-! MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. Sssh, sssh! everything has gone swimmingly, I tell you. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 5 JUSTINA. For Theophila? MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. Of course, for Theophila. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Sinking back on to the settee.] I felt sure it would. JUSTINA. But what was happening when you left? MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. The dear old judge was just beginning to deliver his decision-his judgment. JUSTINA. Oh, how could you come away then? MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. Certainly, it was a wrench. Only, Theo wrote little notes to Sir Fletcher Portwood and to Claude and me. [Taking a screw of paper from her glove] Here's mine. [Reading.] " I won't have anybody I am 6 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT fond of, except my husband, in Court at the finish. They tell me they are sure I am cleared, but it frightens me to think you are all waiting. Go to mother's." MRS. EMPTAGE. [Taking the note.] My poor child! [Reading it.] "... they are sure I am cleared...." 'Tina, she's cleared! MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. Cleared! I wish you could have heard Sir John Clarkson's opening speech for Theophila this morning. There was quite a murmur of approval when he sat down. JUSTINA. He let that wretch, Mrs. Jack Allingham, have it -eh? He did! MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. He said that a morbidly jealous wife is one of the saddest spectacles the world presents; but that when her jealousy leads her to attempt to blacken the reputation, the hitherto spotless reputation, of another woman-in this instance, a young lady more happily married than herself-then that jealous wife becomes a positive danger to society. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 7 MRS. EMPTAGE. I ought to have been there, 'Tina. I said it was my duty, if you remember. JUSTINA. I might have gone. MRs. QUINTON TWELVES. Certainly; and yet you have both sat at home, quaking; behaving, for all the world, as if you have a lurking suspicion that Theophila really may-really has-really didMRS. EMPTAGE. Kate, I will not permit you to say such a thing! MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. Why these miserable-looking gowns then? You are dressed more funereally to-day than you were yesterday! MRS. EMPTAGE. [Tearfully.] If you live to see a daughter of yours, however innocent she may be, dragged through the Divorce Court-! 8 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JUSTINA. We haven't been quite certain what we ought to put on. MRS. EMPTAGE. I considered half-mourning rather a happy thought. MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. To my mind, it looks as if you had deliberately prepared for all emergencies. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Rising, in a flutter.] 'Tina, pin some flowers in your dress at once! I'll get Bristow to stick a bit of relief about me somewhere. And I'll wear some more rings[She goes out. JUSTINA selects some cut flowers from a vase on the pianoforte. JUSTINA. Oh, Kit, we were dreadfully in the dumps. Bless you for bullying us! MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. [Taking a pin from her hat.] Come here. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JUSTINA. [Going to MRS. TWELVES.] By Jove, though! it would have been too rough on us if-if-wouldn't it? MRs. QUINTON TWELVES. [Attaching the flowers to the bodice of JUSTINA'S dress.] Pray complete your sentence. JUSTINA. Well-if Mrs. Allingham had made out her case against Jack Allingham and Theo. MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. For shame, 'Tina! JUSTINA. Oh, you're awfully prudish all of a sudden, Kate. You've very soon forgotten- Mind that pin! MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. What are you saying? JUSTINA. I mean, it isn't as if we hadn't all been just a leetle Io THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT rapid in our time, we three girls-Theo, you, and I. You needn't be quite so newly-married-womanish with me. MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. Shut up! JUSTINA. [Glancing round.] No one's there. MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. [In an undertone.] We always knew where to draw the line, I hope. JUSTINA. Of course we did. Only, when you're married, as Theo is, to a cold, dry mummy of a man like Alexander Fraser, the line's apt to get drawn rather zigzag. MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. [Finishing with the flowers.] Go away! JUSTINA. Thanks-they're jolly. [Picking up a little mirror from the table, and making a wry face at herself.] I haven't had a night's sound sleep for weeks. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT II MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. I should think not, with such thoughts in your head. Poor Theo! I've been fretting about her too, in a different way. JUSTINA. [Adjusting the flowers with the aid of the mirror.] Yes, but it isn't only Theo. I've been doing a bit of lying-awake on my own account, I can tell you. MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. Why? JUSTINA. [Moistening her eyelashes as she again surveys her face.] Why, if this business had gone against my sister, it wouldn't have bettered my chances-eh? MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. No, perhaps it wouldn't. JUSTINA. I'm twenty-oh, you know MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. Nine. 12 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JUSTINA. Ugh, dash it, yes! And this beastly scrape of Theophila's has been no end of a shocker for me. From to-day I turn over the proverbial new leaf. MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. So glad, dear. JUSTINA. Just fancy! I'm the only single one out of we three musketeers. Great Scot, Kate, suppose I got left! MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. [With a kaugh.] 'Tina! JUSTINA. But I won't, you mark me! From to-day I'll alter-I take my oath I will! No more slang for me, no more swears, no more smokes with the men after dinner, no more cycling at the club in knickers! I've been giving too much away-! MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. [Listening.] Take care! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 13 JUSTINA. [Glancing round.] Claude-back. CLAUDE EMPTAGE, a plain, stumpy, altogether insignificant young man enters-a young man with a pale face, red eyelids and nostrils, a dense look, and heavy, depressed manner. JUSTINA. What news? Any? CLAUDE. It's finished. MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. Finished! JUSTINA. Don't tell me! How? CLAUDE. It's all right for Theo. Mrs. Allingham's petition dismissed. JUSTINA. Ho, ho! Ha, ha, ha! All right for Theo! [Clapping her hands, almost dancing. MRS. TWELVES embraces her.] All right for Theo! 14 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. Isn't it splendid? JUSTINA. Ha, ha, ha! All right for--! Mother! ma! ma! [She runs out. MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. [To CLAUDE.] You did wait then, in spite of Theo's orders? CLAUDE. No, not in Court. I hung about outside, with Uncle Fletcher, to hear the result. [Sitting, with a little groan.] Oh! MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. I must say, Claude, the victory hasn't left you very cheerful. CLAUDE. Cheerful! Think of the day I've spent! MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. You've spent! CLAUDE. Theophila's brother! [Pointing into space.] The THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 15 brother of Mrs. Fraser of Locheen! The brother of the witness in the box! Every eye upon me! MRs. QUINTON TWELVES. [Drily.] I see. CLAUDE. Oh, Kate, I've felt this business in more ways than one. It has been a terrible lesson to me. MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. [Smiling.] My poor Claudio! CLAUDE. [Not looking at her.] No, don't pity me-despise me. Kitty, how easy it is for a fellow to imperil a woman's reputation! MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. [Amused.] Yes, isn't it? CLAUDE. We attach ourselves to a pretty married woman; we lounge in her drawing-room, her boudoir; we make her our toy, our pastime. Do we allow a single 16 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT thought of the scandal we may involve her in to check us in our pursuit of pleasure? MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. [Demurely.] No, I suppose you don't. CLAUDE. Never! MRs. QUINTON TWELVES. Perhaps you had better not come to tea with me quite so frequently in the future, Claude. CLAUDE. You are right; you, and others, must see less of me. [Turning to her.] And yet, Kate, I am not all bad! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD enters. He is fifty-one, amiable, pompous, egotistical, foolish. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Why didn't you wait for me, Claude, my boy? CLAUDE. Sorry; my brain was reeling. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 17 SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Meeting MRS. TWELVES.] A very proper, a very satisfactory termination of this affair, Mrs. Twelves. MIRS. QUINTON TWELVES. It has been awfully reassuring to see you beaming in Court, Sir Fletcher. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Ha! I daresay my attitude has been remarked. Beaming; why not? I've had no doubt as to the result. MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. No doubt of Theo's innocence-of course not. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Innocent; that goes without saying-my niece. But the result, in any case, would have been much the same, I venture to think. MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. Really? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD, You see, my own public position, if I may speak of itB* 18 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. Oh, yes. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Smiling.] And I happen to know the judgeslightly perhaps; but there it is. MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. But judges are not influenced by considerations of that kind? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Heaven forbid I should say a word against our method of administering law in this country. The House knows my opinion of the English Judicial Bench. At the same time, judges are mortal-I have never concealed that from myself; and Sir William and I have met. [To CLAUDE.] You saw the judge look at me this morning, Claude? CLAUDE. No. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. No? Oh, yes, and I half-smiled in return. Yesterday I couldn't catch his eye, but to-day I've been half-smiling at him all through the proceedings. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 19 JUSTINA runs in, seats herself at the pianoforte, and thumps out the Wedding March. JUSTINA. Well, Uncle Fletcher! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Ah! ha! JUSTINA. What price Mrs. Allingham? MRS. EMPTAGE returns. SShe hacs relieved the, heaviness of her dress by a fichu of crepe de soie. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Embracing CLAUDE.] My darling! [Embracing SIl FLETCHER.] Oh, my dear Fletcher! Be quiet, 'Tina! [JUSTINA plays the air of a popular music-hall mielody, softly; MRs. TWELVES comes to her. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I told you sco-hey! MRS. EMPTAGE. We all said so. 20 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. But I've been the most emphaticMRS. EMPTAGE. Where are Theo and Alec? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. They went over to Sir John Clarkson's chambers directly the case concluded-I fancy, to consult him on some little point that had arisen. I managed to get one wordMRS. EMPTAGE. [Impulsively kissing MRS. TWELVES.] I'm so happy! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I contrived to get just one word with Alec as he was putting Theophila into the carriage. I wanted to tell him MRS. EMPTAGE. [Pacing the room, humming the air played by JUSTINA.] Tra, la, la! la, la! tra, la, la! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I wanted to tell him an amusing story I'd heard THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 21 during the luncheon interval, but he hadn't time to- Ha, ha! It's a legal anecdote. It appears that a fellow of the name of Babbitt once brought an action MRS. EMPTAGE. Did the judge apologise, Fletcher? [JUSTINA stops playing. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Apologise! MRS. EMPTAGE. To Theophila? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. A judge never apologises. MRS. EMPTAGE. He might do worse, where such undeserved distress is occasioned a young wife and her husbandMRS. QUINTON TWELVES. Hear, hear! MRS. EMPTAGE. To say nothing of her mother! 22 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I surmise that the judgment of my friend Sir William was very strongly worded, and I daresay an expression of regret followed from Mrs. Ailingham's counsel. But I had quitted the Court, you know MRS. EMPTAGE. Oh, yes; Theo wrote you a noteSIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. But you are losing my anecdote. It appears that a man of the name of Babbitt- One thing, Muriel, I will stake my reputation upon. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Peeping out at the side of the window blind.] What's that? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. That the public applauded the decision roundly. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Pacing the room again.] I can hear them doing it! Bravo, Mrs. Fraser! Eh, girls? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 23 MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. Plucky Mrs. Fraser! JUSTINA. How jolly to have been there just then! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. As a matter of fact, I talked with several strangers of a humble rank of life, and hinted that a few cheers -so regrettable and unseemly in a court of law as a rule-I hinted that a few cheers would undoubtedly be justifiable in the present instance, as well as peculiarly agreeable to me. It seems that Babbitt- [HORTON enters with a card.,MRs. EMPTAGE. [After glancing at the card.] Oh--! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Eh? JUSTINA. What's up? MRS. EMPTAGE. [To HORTON.] Where is Mrs. Cloys? [SIR FLETCHER, JUSTINA and CLAUDE rise precipitately. 24 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT HORTON. In the morning-room, ma'am. She preferred-- MRS. EMPTAGE. [Taking the card.] I-I-some one will come to her. [HORTON retires. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Harriet here! JUSTINA. By Jove! CLAUDE. [Making for the door.] No; she is too impossible. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Intercepting him.] Claude, I dare you to leave the house! [SIR FLETCHER also moves towards the door. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Stopping him.] Fletcher, you mustn't! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Muriel, I distinctly prefer not to meet--- THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 25 MRS. EMPTAGE. But I must have have every support; I am unequal to it otherwise. Who will fetch her upstairs? Fletcher, dear!SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. In your establishment I Singularly inappropriate! MRS. EMPTAGE. [Turning to JUSTINA.] JustinaJUSTINA. No thanks, ma. MRS. EMPTAGE. Brutes, all of you! [She hurries out. JUSTINA. Confound her! CLAUDE. I shall submit to none of her airs. What is a bishop? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Why does she select this occasion-? 26 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JUSTINA. It's nearly ten years since she washed her hands of us. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Exactly eleven years have elapsed since my sister Harriet placed it out of my power to continue on a footing of brotherly intercourse with her. "CLAUDE. [To MRS. TWELVES, in a whisper.] I know the story. JUSTINA. [To him.] Sssh! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Her behaviour on that one memorable afternoon proved that her marriage to a dignitary of the Church was something worse than a fluke-a sacrilege. MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. [Quietly to CLAUDE.] What is it? CLAUDE. [Quietly to her.] She called him a Bore. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 27 MRs. QUINTON TWELVES. [Going to JUSTINA.] Do you think I could steal downstairs and get away? She used to tell me I was an empty-headed little fool. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Outrageous! MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. And predicted I should end badly. JUSTINA. Well, you haven't. MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. No, but there's time, she'd say. [Going towards the doors.] I'm off. JUSTINA. Sneak! MRS. QUINTON TWELVES, [Returning hastily.] They're coming up! JUSTINA. Let 'em! 28 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. CLOYS enters, and stands surveying the room. LMRS. EMPTAGE follows her. MRS. CLOYS is about fifty-three, handsome, dignified in bearing, richly but soberly dressed, in manner a mixture of sweetness and acerbity. MRS. CLOYS. Justina-is it? JUSTINA. [Going to her.] How do you do, Aunt Harriet MRS. CLOYS. [Kissing her, then eyeing her keenly.] H'm you're not married yet, I believe? JUSTINA. No, I haven't the slightest inclination that way. MRS. CLOYS. Oh, my dear, you still tell fibs, then? JUSTINA. Indeed, aunt? [JUSTINA retires; SIR FLETCHER advances. MRS. CLOYS kisses him, then looks him up and down. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 29 MRs. CLOYS. Well, Fletcher, so they've knighted you, have they? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Lord Cranbery was gracious enough to recommend MRS. CLOYS. How much did it cost you? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Cost me! MRS. CLOYS. Well, you've made money; I suppose you could afford it. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Pray let us--! MRS. CLOYS. Don't puff yourself out at me, Fletcher. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I am doing nothing of the kind, Harriet. 30 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRs. CLOYS. Then don't. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Er-how is the bishop? MRS. CLOYS. Old. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Old? Let me see-my marvellous head for figures should serve me-- MRS. CLOYS. Very old. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Born inMRS. CLOYS. We're all getting old; that's why you have the pleasure of seeing me amongst you once more. [Turning to CLAUDE, who bows stifly.] My nephew? [Shaking hands with him and looking him in the face searchingly.] You're rather old too. [Sharply.] Who's that there? MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. [Who has been hidden by the flowers on the piano THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 31 Jorte, advancing, with a nervous outburst.], Oh, I hope you remember me, dear Mrs. Cloys-Kitty Twelves. I was Kitty Powis, if you recollect. MRS. CLOYS. I recollect. Weren't you at school in Paris with Justina and Theophila, and afterwards-? MRS. QUINTON TWELVES. Yes. Isn't this interesting? Quinton, my husband, was confirmed by the Bishop of St. Olpherts! I never discovered it till we'd been married for ages-I mean, weeks and weeks-[gradually quailing under MRS. CLOYS'S gaze]-and then one day-he-he happened to see me kissing the sweetest photograph of you-and and-and MRS. CLOYS. Mrs. Twills, I understood from my sister there was a purely family gathering here this afternoonMRS. QUINTON TWELVES. [Offering her hand.] I-I have to go on elsewhere MRS. CLOYS. [Detaining her hand.] My dear, you were extremely 32 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT old when I last saw you, during your first season, in eighty-something; I pray, now you're married, that you are-younger. [They look at each other for a moment longer, then MRS. TWELVES withdraws her hand, and, after nodding to the others in a scared way, goes out silently. CLAUDE follows her. MRS. CLOYS. [Sitting on the settee.] Muriel. [MRS. EMPTAGE comes to her.] We have been on bad terms for many years; let us have done with it. I suggest mutual concessions to disposition and temper. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Sitting.] I am sure I have been more than desirousMRS. CLOYS. You have brought up your children abominably; that was always our most serious point of dissension SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I may remind you, Harriet, that Muriel's cheerful method of training her children has received my THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 33 sympathy and sanction. On the death of the late Mr. Emptage MRS. EMPTAGE. My poor dear HerbertSIR FLETCHER PORTWOOP. It naturally devolved upon meMRS. CLOYS. Sssh! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I am not one of thoseMRS. CLOYS. Sssh, sssh, sssh! MRS. EMPTAGE. Your twenty years of married life may have taught you how to manage a husband, Harriet, butSIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Heaven has blessed you with no offspring. MRS. EMPTAGE. And the world isn't all deans, and canons, and bishops and things c 34 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SiR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. A department of society you were thrown headlong intoMRS. EMPTAGE. By the merest chance, as you well knowSIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Without, I fear, possessing every qualification for the-ah-the exalted station which-whichMRS. EMPTAGE. And-and-and MRS. CLOYS. [To MRS. EMPTAGE.] There, there! Don't, I say. Have done with it? At any rate, we're grey-haired women now-I am, and you ought to beMRS. EMPTAGE. Now, Harriet--! MRS. CLOYS. And judgment has overtaken youMRS. EMPTAGE. Judgment! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 35 MRS. CLOYS. This terrible calamity that has befallen your girl Theophila. Oh, how is it going to end? MRS. EMPTAGE. My dear Harriet, it has ended. MRS. CLOYS. Has the case-? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Mrs. Allingham's petition is dismissed-dismissed. MRS. EMPTAGE. My daughter has emerged triumphantlyMRS. CLOYS. Thank God! [Rising.] Muriel[MRS. EMPTAGE rises; MRS. CLOYS kisses her on both cheeks, then turns away. MRS. EMPTAGE. You will see Theo and her husband in a few minutes. They are staying with me just now. 36 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT " Weak, giddy mother," am I, Harriet? My child flies to me in her trouble, nevertheless. MRS. CLOYS. [Wiping her eyes.] The dear bishop will be so rejoiced. Not a newspaper has been taken at the Palace this week. [Resuming her seat.] It has hit us hard. How did it all come about? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. In this way. IMRS. EMPTAGE. [Sitting again.] Why, we've all known Jack Allingham for years-- SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Sitting.] A good fellow-little dull, perhaps-little prosyMRS. EMPTAGE. [Glancing at JUSTINA.] At one time we thought he was rather inclined to pay 'TinaJUSTINA. What rot, mother! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 37 MRS. CLOYS. Oh! MRS. EMPTAGE. However, he married this creature, Olive Harkerdaughter of a Major Harker SmI FLETCHER PORTWOOD. "Crummy" Harker-stout manJUSTINA. Four years ago this month. MRs. EMPTAGE. Yes, in the summer of the year in which Theo was married to Fraser of Locheen. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. My extraordinary chronological faculty ought to serve me here. Theophila and Locheen were married in the March, Jack Allingham and Miss Harker in the following June; I took the chair that year at no less than three public dinners-- MRS. EMPTAGE. Of course, when the two couples settled down in 38 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT London the usual exchange of visits began. But from the first it was quite evident that Mrs. Ailingham resented her husband's friendship for Theo. 'MRs. CLOYS. Why should Mrs. Allingham have resented it? JUSTINA. Olive was always a jealous cat-person. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. John is some months younger than his wife, I may tell you. No marriage can turn out happily when the balance of age drops ever so slightly on the woman's side. My observation MRS. CLOYS. Rubbish! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I know my world, Harriet. JUSTINA. What was it that Olive said about that, ma? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. EMPTAGE. When the wife is older than the husband every fresh little line in her face becomes an acute pain to her, just as if it were cut into her flesh, and renewed daily, with a knife. Those are Mrs. Allingham's own words. MRS. CLOYS. Poor wretch! MRS. EMPTAGE. In her storms with Jack she used to rave out these things, and Jack would repeat them to Theo. MRS. CLOYS. What business had he tQ do that, pray? MRS. EMPTAGE. Well, his home had become such a hell that he fell into the way of rushing round to Lennox Gardens, to Theophila and Alec, to obtain relief from his worries. JUSTINA. He "gradually became a sort of third in Lennox Gardens, you know, aunt. 40 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. CLOYS. A sort of third? MRS. EMPTAGE. The house-friend who is continually running in and out-- JUSTINA. The man who has dined with you you know it, as it were. almost before MRS. CLOYs. Oh! And is this all? MRS. EMPTAGE. All? MRS. CLOYS. All the justification a jealous woman ing to divorce her husband? has for seek SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Not divorce, Harriet; she wasn't entitled to ask for that. Mrs. Allingham has been suing for judicial separation. MRS. CLOYS. Well, well-! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 41 SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Accuracy with me is a perfect mania. Oh, yes, that's all. With the exception of the-the---- [With a wave of the hand.] However-! MRS. CLOYS. Exception? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I was thinking of the bezique part of the case. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Impatiently.] Yes, yes; but that's of no consequence now. MRS. CLOYS. B6zique? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Allingham and Theophila happen, both of them, to be fond of cards. And when Fraser was away in Scotland-- MRS. CLOYS. Away in Scotland? Not with Theophila? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. No, no; she loathes Locheen. 42 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. CLOYS. I see. When Mr. Fraser was in Scotland and his wife was by herself in LondonMRS. EMPTAGE. Then a little harmless bezique helped to kill the time. MRs. CLOYS. Theophila and Mr. Allingham killed time together? MRS. EMPTAGE, JUSTINA, SIR FLETCHER. [In various tones.] Yes-yes-yes. MRS. CLOYS. Where was the time killed? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. In Lennox Gardens. MRS. CLOYS. At Theophila's house, in her husband's absence. Is that all? MRS. EMPTAGE. Absolutely all. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 43 SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. All the bezique part of the case. You see, the lawyers separated the case against Theophila into three divisions. MRS. CLOYS. Three! Number One? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. The House-friend, as aforesaid. MRS. CLOYS. Two? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. BWzique-as aforesaid. MRS. CLOYs. Three? MRS. EMPTAGE. I repeat, surely all this doesn't matter now! MRS. CLOYS. Number Three? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Tannhauser. 44 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRs. CLOYS. In Heaven's name, what--! J USTINA. That was nothing. Alec Fraser was in Scotland as usualMRS. CLoys. As usual! MRS. EMPTAGE. No, no-as he is often obliged to be. JUSTINA. Alec was in Scotland, and Theo had been to the opera with palsMRS. CLOYS. With-! JUSTINA. Friends, to hear Tannhauser. She had sent her servants to bed, and let herself in with her latchkey. As she was closing the front door she caught sight of Jack Allingham on the other side of the way. MRS. EMPTAGE. He had had one of his terrible scenes with his THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 45 wife; they lived round the corner, in Pont StreetSIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. And a most charming house theirs was. I always say, with regard to Pont StreetMRs. CLOYS. [Sternly.] Fletcher! MRS. EMPTAGE. Jack was in a dreadful state of distress; pacing the streets like a maniac, in factJUSTINA. He's a very old friend of all of usMRS. EMPTAGE. More like a brother than a JUSTINA. And Theo begged him to come inMRS. EMPTAGE. To calm himself. Simply an impulsive, warmhearted act on her part. 46 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JUSTINA. And it wouldn't have mattered in the least if that devil of a wife hadn't suspected-- MRS. EMPTAGE. And planted her maid outside Theo's house-set of spies!SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Till three in the morningMRS. EMPTAGE. When Theo turned Jack out. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Not four in the morning, as Mrs. Allingham's blundering counsel tried to establish. Ha, ha! Sir John Clarkson bowled him over there! Three, sirnot four! MRS. CLOYS. [To SIR FLETCHER.] Be quiet! be silent! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Upon my word, Harriet-! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 47 MRS. CLOYS. [To JUSTINA, who rises.] Go away! You can sit by and assist at the telling of a story of this nature, single woman that you are! [JusTINA walks away.] What did I prophesy? Years ago, what did I prophesy? [To MRS. EMPTAGE.] Now, pray, how do you like seeing your children dabbling their hands in this -this pig-pail? [CLAUDE enters. CLAUDE. Fraser and TheoMRS. EMPTAGE. [Rising.] Ah! CLAUDE. Just come in. [MRS. CLOYS walks away; CLAUDE joins JUSTINA.] MRS. EMPTAGE. [Repressing her excitement.] Sssh, sssh, sssh! Let nobody make a fuss; Alec hates a fuss! SIR "LETCHER PORTWOOD. No fuss, but some one ought to play "See the Con 48 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT quering Hero-!" Theo is so fond of a little fun -genuine fun! [He seats himself at the piano and fingers out the air laboriously. THEOPHILA and her husband enter. She is an elegantly-dressed, still girlish, woman of seven-and-twenty; he a good-looking, undemonstrative man of about five-and-thirty. Both are pale, wearylooking, and subdued. FRASER is gloved and frock-coated; THEOPHILA is isn her bonnet and cape. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Her hands twitching.] Well, pet? THEOPHILA. [Kissing her mother in a spiritless way.] Well, mother dear? [THEOPHILA goes to JUSTINA and CLAUDE and kisses them, silently. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Shaking hands with FRASER.] A hundred thousand congratulations, Alec. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 49 FRASER. [Biting his lip.] Thanks. [Standing at the further end of the piano, to SIR FLETCHER.] Do you mind not playing? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Rising and singing.] " See the Conquering H e-ro co-o-o-o-o-o-um-ms-!" Not hero-heroes. No, hero and heroine! [THEOPHILA comes to him and kisses him in the same impassive fashion. THEOPHILA. [Quietly.] Much obliged to you for sticking to me, the last two days, uncle. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. My dear, as a matter of fact, I've enjoyed myself in Court. I am not exaggerating-enjoyed myself. MRS. EMPTAGE. Theo, your aunt HarrietTHEOPHILA. [Turning.] Aunt-! [Advancing slowly to meet D 50 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. CLOYS-a little dazed.] I saw a figure; II thought it was Kitty. Why, aunt--! [They shake hands. MRS. CLOYS. [Looking into her face, earnestly.] You're tiredquite done. THEOPHILA. [ With a nod, sitting on the settee.] Alec- [FRASER advances.] My aunt Harriet, Mrs. Cloys-my husband. [FRASER and MRS. CLOYS incline their heads to each other. FRASER then turns away and joins CLAUDE and JUSTINA, SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD following him. THEOPHILA strips of her gloves. MRS. EMPTAGE. Let mother take your bonnet, pet. THEOPHILA. [Her head falling backward, faintly.] Oh, do! MRS. EMPTAGE. [Removing THEOPHTLA's bonnet.] In your bonnet all THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 51 day again; your head must be splitting. I know. Do you remember my head at the flower-show at Eastbourne? [MRS. CLOYS bends over THEOPHILA and helps her to get rid of her cape. THEOPHILA. Thanks, awfully. [She takes her bonnet from MRS. EMPTAGE, and fiercely begins to roll it in her cape, as if about to crush them together. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Uttering a little scream, running round the settee to her.] What are you doing? [There is a general movement. THEOPHILA. [Looking round.] It's all right. [IWith an attempt at a laugh.] Those things are to be destroyed. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Taking the bonnet and cape from THEOPHILA.] Destroyed! They were new for the case! 52 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THEOPHILA. Sniff them, mother. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Doing so.] Perfume. THEOPHILA. Phew! 1 intend to burn every thread I'm wearing, and to have a bath before dinner. FRASER. [Constrainedly.] We were rather unfortunate in the case that is to follow ours. THEOPHILA. Yes. [Looking stra--ght before her.] There was a patchouli business waiting to come on after us. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Holding the things 'at arm's length.] Oh, dear! THEOPHILA. It had been flitting about since the morning. It sat down beside me at last. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 53 MRS. EMPTAGE. It THEOPHILA. It, it, it. And it was wearing a bonnet almost. precisely like mine; and it looked to be about my own age, and could have had my sort of complexion if it had chosen MRs. CLOYS. Hush, Theophila-! THEOPHILA. [Hysterically.] Ho, ho, ho! these last two days! [Horton enters with tea. MRS. EMPTAGE. Here's tea! Claude, helpifJustina with the teatable. Tea is what Theo needs. [She hurries out with THEOPHILA'S bonnet and cape. CLAUDE and JUSTINA carry the teatable and place it before the " cosy-corner." MRS. CLOYS sits with her head bent. HORTON places the tray upon the tea-table and withdraws. JUSTINA sits in the " cosy. corner " and pours out tea. 54 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Bustling up to the tea-table.] Tea is what we all need. A most exciting day! I've often observed how welcome one's tea is on a Derby DayTHEOPHILA. [In a whisper to FRASER across the table.] Alec, will you tell them what the judge said of me, or shall I? FRASER. I suppose it's necessary. THEOPHILA. People heard it. Then, the papersFRASER. Of course. [Agitated.] I-I'll tell them, if you like. THEOPHILA. - Thank you. [Quickly.] No, no-I'll tell them. You couldn't do it-how could you? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 55 MRS. EMPTAGE returns. MRS. EMPTAGE. Tea, tea [Sitting.] Alec, come and sit by me. [FRASER sits at a distance, his lips compressed, his hands gripped together.] Oh, fie! all that way off! You will persist in treating me as an ordinary motherin-law! [FRASER moves his chair a little nearer.] That's better. [Triumphantly.] Well, Harriet, you see all my children round me-a happy family! [CLAUDE brings tea to MRS. CLOYS. SIR FLETCHER POITWOOD. [Bringing a cup pf tea to THEOPHILA.] I make no excuse for devoting myself to Theo-on this occasion. [THEOPHILA takes the tea and gulps it.] You looked charming in the witness-box-piquant. [Returning to the tea-table.] Piquant-just the word-piquant. MRS. EMPTAGE. Now, Alec dear, tell us. Did Mrs. Allingham's counsel, Mr. What's-his-name, ekpress regret when it was all over? 56 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT FRASER. Regret-? [SIR FLETCHER brings tea to MRS. EMPTAGE; CLAUDE brings tea to FRASER, then returns to the tea-table. MRS. EMPTAGE. Regret at finding himself made the-the thingamy -the vehicle-for such a malicious attack on Theo's character-the poor child. FRASER. [With an effort.] No; no regret was expressed. MRS. EMPTAGE. Not by the judge either? FRASER. The judge! MRS. EMPTAGE. The judge never said he was sorry to see a nicely bred girl, so recently married too, subjected to such a -such a--such an unwarrantable ordeal? [FRASER is silent.] Eh-h? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 57 THEOPHILA. [After a brief pause.] No, mother. MRS. EMPTAGE. You were wrong, then, Fletcher, you see. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Holding up his hand.] Wait, wait, please! I don't think I am very often out in my calculations. [To THEOPHILA.] What sort of demonstration occurred at the close, may I venture to ask? THEOPHILA. Demonstration? MRS. EMPTAGE. Did they cheer you much, darling? That's what your uncle means. THEOPHILA. Cheer me, mother-? [FRASER rises abruptly, placing his cup, with a clatter, on the piano. FRASER. I-I feel as Theophila does. I must dip my face 58 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT into cold water. The atmosphere of that place stifles one even now. Do excuse me. [He goes out; all, except THEOPHILA, look after him, surprised. THEOPHILA. Mother dear-Uncle Fletcher-you seem to have a wrong impressionMRS. EMPTAGE. Wrong impression? THEOPHILA. Oh, Mrs. Allingham's petition has been dismissed -yes. But Sir John Clarkson and Mr. Martyn, my other counsel-all my friends in fact-were a little too sanguine. MRS. EMPTAGE. Too sanguine? THEOPHILA. Oh, much too sanguine. The judge was rather rough on me. MRS. EMPTAGE. What on earth do you-? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 59 THEOPHILA. Rather down on me-severe. My behaviour-my conduct-has been careless-indiscreet, he saysMRS. EMPTAGE. [Under her breath.] Indiscreet? THEQPHILA. Hardly characteristic of a woman who is properly watchful of her own and her husband's reputationhonour. JUSTINA. [Coming forward a few steps.] Theo! THEOPHILA. (Disjointedly.] But at the same time, he said, Mrs. Allingham had scarcely succeeded in establishing conclusively to his mind.... oh!.... and he thought that even the petitioner herself, on further reflection, would be desirous that I should receive the -the benefit of the doubt.... and--and something about costs.. [She breaks off; they all remain silent for a time. MRS. EMPTAGE. This--this will appear in the papers! Won't it? 60 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT Won't it? [No one replies; SIR FLETCHER sinks into a chair, with a blank look.] Can't anybody answer me? Fletcher, will this be in the papers? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Confused.] The papers-! No strong-minded public man ever looks at the papers. When I have spoken in the House I neverJUSTINA. [In a hard voice.] Why, of course, a dozen papers will have it. What a silly question to ask, ma! MRS. EMPTAGE. [Advancing to MRS. CLOYS.] I hope you're quite satisfied, Harriet. You came here, after these many years, on purpose to witness this [MRs. CLoYs rises]-to see disgrace and ruin brought on me and my family. MRs. CLOYS. Muriel, how dare you say it? MRS. EMPTAGE. I'm only a widow! Everybody is entitled to stab at me! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 61 MRS. CLOYS. [Turning away.] I'll not listen to you! MRS. EMPTAGE. [Weeping.] Oh, oh, oh! how glad our friends will be! [Going towards the door.] Here's a triumph for our friends! J USTINA. [Following her.] MotherMRS. EMPTAGE. [Pushing her aside.] Go away! I don't want you near me! JUSTINA. Ho! MRS. EMPTAGE. Bristow shall attend on me. I shall lie down on my bed. I shall have my corsets taken off-- [She disappears. MRS. CLOYS. [Going towards the door.] Muriel--! [She goes out, following MRS. EMPTAGE. 62 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JUSTINA. [With a grating laugh.] That's ma all over; she always goes through this process when there's a family crisis. [To THEOPHILA.] Do you remember, Phil? THEOPHILA. [Stonily.] What? JUSTINA. Directly the news of poor pa's death came, ma took off her corsets. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Rising.] I shall go out; people shall see me walking boldly through the streets: Portland PlaceRegent Street-[in agitation]-Fletcher Portwood, with his head up--his head up, they'll say. [He paces the room, and comes upon CLAUDE, who is sitting at the writing-table, writing a telegram, his eyes bolting and a generally vacuous expression on his face.] And you! when are you going to do something in the world besides idling, and loafing, and living upon your mother---? CLAUDE. [Rising, disconcerted.] What's that to do with it? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 63 SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Do with it? Why, at eighteen I was earning twenty shillings a week, and maintaining myself. Now look at the position I have achieved, from sheer brain-force! [To THEOPHILA.] I shall not turn my back on you, my poor little girl; don't be frightened of that. You were always my favourite niece--- JUSTINA. [Laughing, a little wildly.] Ha, ha, ha, ha! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I beg your pardon, 'Tina; I've no favourites. Can I buy you anything, either of you, while I'm out? I may look in here again before I go down to the House. The finest assembly of gentlemen in the world. No patterns, or new music, wanted-eh? THEOPHILA. [Feebly.] Oh, no. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I shall dine at the House, and then sup at the club. All London shall see me. "Look at Portwood!" everybody will say. "Then there can't be 64 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT the slightest foundation for this scandal about his niece--!" [He goes out. CLAUDE. [Looking after him.] Transparent old egotist I How do I know whether I'm in his Will or not? And yet I stand here and allow him to lecture me! Me! Ha, compare his education with mine! And what real knowledge has he of Life, of Men and Women? [8Showing JUSTINA his telegram.] Is that the way you spell Bernhart? JUSTINA. [Reading the telegram.] No; h-a-r-d-t. What's this? CLAUDE. [In an undertone.] The Wartons wanted to take me to see Bernhardt to-night. Of course, I can't go now. A marked man! every eye upon me! her brother! [Going to the door, he meets FRASER.] 'Ullo, Fraser! [CLAUDE goes out; FRASER, who is carrying his hat and gloves, walks across the room, eyeing JUSTINA. JUSTINA. [To FRASER.] Do you want to speak to Theo? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 65 FRASER. Oh-just for one moment[THEOPHILA rises; JUSTINA goes to her, JUSTINA. Never mind, old girl. [With a little laugh.] Ha! I suppose this has queered my pitch for a season or two, but-[kissing her]-never mind-[going to the door]these things will happen in the best regulated-- [She disappears. There is a brief silence, during which THEOPHILA closes the doors. FRASER. Have you told your people? THEOPHILA. Yes. FRASER. How do they take it? THEOPHILA. All right-pretty well. Mother is lying down for a bit, She'll be quite herself again in a few days. A 66 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT FRASER. [Thoughtfully.] A few days-will she? [Partly to himself.] In a few days? THEOPHILA. She'll have a week at Worthing. She's always had a week at Worthing when we've been in any trouble. You've got your hat, Alec; do you mean to dine out? FRASER. To-night! THEOPHILA. [Weakly.] Oh, don't be so sharp with me! All the way home from the Strand you'd hardly speak a word. FRASER. [Sitting on the settee.] I was thinking over what we'd been listening to. THEOPHILA. Yes, the things sounded much worse in Court than they did out of it, didn't they? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 67 FRASER. [His head bowed.] Awful! THEOPHILA. How cruel it was of them to buoy us up by telling us the case was going right for me! FRASER. Many believed it. Martyn was sure the judge was on our side. THEOPHILA. When one comes to think of it, her counsel managed to put such a very queer complexionFRASER. Awful THEOPHILA. Oh, I don't know what I felt like at some moments! I-I felt like a woman caught with bare shoulders in daylight. FRASER. Awful, 68 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THEOPHILA. [Looking at him curiously.] Alec, you seem to bedifferent to me, now the trial's over. FRASER. [In a mufled voice.] Do I? I-we're worn out. THEOPHILA. [After some hesitation, going to the back of the settee.] I say! I want to tell you-I am-truly sorry. FRASER. [Raising his head.] Sorry-! THEOPHILA. [With an efort.] And I humbly beg your pardon. FRASER, [Rising and facing her.] For what? THEOPHILA. Why, for all the bother I've caused, THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 69 FRASER. [Resuminq his seat.] Oh-! [She stares at him for a moment, surprised and disappointed, then turns away. THEOPHILA. [To herself.] Oh- I [To him.] Alec, I've had the idea that the trouble we've lately gone through, both of us, over this horrid business, might help to bring us together. We haven't got along over-well, have we? FRASER. Not too well, I'm afraid. THEOPHILA. A good deal my fault, I dare say. Oh, I hated Locheen-! FRASER. Yes. THEOPHILA. As heartily as you hate London. I'm a town girl, a thorough little cockney-you knew it when you married me!-and-Locheen!- - 70 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT FRASER. Locheen is a beautiful place. THEOPHILA. London's a beautiful place. FRASER. No. THEOPHILA. [Hotly.] No to you, then. [Sitting.] I beg pardon again; I didn't mean to be rude. I understand how you feel. You were born at Locheen. FRASER. I was. THEOPHILA. [Pointing towards the window.] I was born in Chester Terrace. I admit, Locheen is all very well at a certain time of year. But to be stuck there when London's full; when nobody but a poor relation, whose railway ticket you send with the invitation, will come and look you up! Oh, that summer you made me spend there just after we were married! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 71 FRASER. I was very happy that summer. THEOPHILA. You were in love. And then, the pipers! those pipers! FRASER. Duncan and Hamish were supremely ridiculous to you, I remember. THEOPHILA. Not ridiculous, as you say it-great fun for a time; but four or five months of Duncan and Hamish and their pipes! To and fro on the terrace, for a whole hour in the morning, those pipes! To and fro, up and down, all round the house, in the afternoon, those pipes! At dinner, from the trout to the banana, those pipes. And then, the notion of your persistently dining in a kilt! A Highland costume on the moors-yes; but in the lamplight-at dinner! FRASER. It is my dress; I don't vary it, THEOPHILA. Think of it I A man and woman dining tete-- tete, 72 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT for months and months; the woman hypped, weary; the novelty of her new clothes gradually wearing off; she feeling she was getting lean and plain with it all, salt-cellary about the shoulders, drawn and hideous[staring before her, her eyes dilating]-and, every blessed night, the man in a magnificent evening kilt! FRASER. Surely that, too, was " great fun " for a time? THEOPHILA. It might have been, if you had the smallest sense of humour, Alec; but one soon tires of laughing alone. No, there was never any fun in that kilt. It got on my nerves from the beginning-the solemn, stupid stateliness of it. Girls are subject to creeps and crawls; I grew at last to positively dread joining you in the hall of an evening, to be frightened at giving you my arm to go into dinner-the simple * sound of the rustling of my skirt against that petticoat of yours made the chairs, everything, dance. At those moments old Duncan and his boy Hamish seemed to be blowing into the blood-vessels of my head. And during dinner even the table wouldn't help me; I was weak, hysterical-I declare to good THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 73 ness I could always see through the thickness of the board-see the two knees! [With a backward shake of the head] Ha! FRASER. Well, Duncan and Hamish-poor fellows-and their pipes, and the objectionable kilt-those things need never trouble you again; at any rate, we can decide that. THEOPHILA. Oh, no, Alec, we will go up to Locheen in AugustFRASER. Locheen-! THEOPHILA. Wait! you haven't heard. [She changes her position, sitting beside him; he not responsive, almost shrinking from her.] Alec-Alec dear-[leaning her head against his shoulder]-I intend to be good in the future, so very good. FRASER. What do you mean-good? THEOPHILA. I intend to get on well with you, wherever we may 74 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT be-I will get on well with you. I've been babyish and silly all my life; I'm seven-and-twenty; I'm an old woman; I've sown my wild oats now. FRASER. Wild oats? THEOPHILA. Forty-four pounds to the bushel. And so, directly we've fought our way-oh my, it will be a fight, too! -directly we've fought our way through the Season in London, we'll be off to LocheenFRASER. The Season-here! THEOPHILA. Yes. FRASER. Theophila, there will be no Season for us in London, and no Locheen even for me, for two or three years at least. [Rising] We're going abroid-- THEOPHILA. Abroad-! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 75 FRASER. Directly, directly. There will be only to-morrow to settle everything, to make all arrangements. [Pacing up and down.] The servants at Lennox Gardens will be discharged, the house let furnished -perhaps it would be better to let Marlers sell the. furniture, and have done with it. [Pausing in his walk.] I am returning to Lennox Gardens now, at once; will you come back with me, or dine with your people and let me fetch you later on? [She sits, staring at him, without speaking.] Theo, please let me know your wishes. THEOPHILA. [Quietly.] No, no-you mustn't do this. FRASER. Why not? THEOPHILA. "Why, don't you see? We've got to sit tight here in town; we've got to do it, to win back my good name. [FRASER agitatedly resumes his walk.] Of course, we shall be asked nowhere, but we must be seen about together, you and I, wherever it's possible for us to squeeze ourselves. [Rapidly and excitedly.] 76 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT There's the Opera; we can subscribe for a box on the ground tier-the stalls can't help picking you out there. And there we must sit, laughing and talking, Alec, and convince people that we're a happy couple and that you believe in me implicitly. And when the Season's done with, then Locheen; we must have Locheen crowded with the best we can lay hands on -many that wouldn't touch me with the tongs at this moment will be glad of a cheap week or two at Locheen in the autumn. And we must let 'em all see that I'm a rattling good indoor, as well as outdoor, wife, and that you're frightfully devoted to me, and that what she charged me with-well, simply couldn't have been. And afterwards they'll go back to town and chatter, and in the end the thing will blow over, and -and- Oh, but to go abroad now! [Going to him, and slipping her arm through his.] Alec, dear old boy, how could you dream of cutting and running now? [He withdraws his arm. FRASER. Theophila, I-I am sorry to distress you-if it does distress you, but I-I've quite made up my mind. [Passionately.] We are going abroad. THEOPHILA. I'll not stir! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 77 FRASER. Would you let me go alone? THEOPHILA. [Recoiling.] Oh--! FRASER. [Following her.] You see, you will have to come with me. THEOPHILA. You'd be a brute to do it, Alec! [Stamping her foot.] Don't you hear me? Can't you understand me? You're not a fool! I tell you we've got to try to convince peopleFRASER. People! People shall not see me play-acting--- THEOPHILA. Play-acting! FRASER. Yes, before I go among people, to try to convince them, I have to try to convince myself. THEOPHILA. What! 78 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT FRASER. [Sitting.] People! people! [There is silence; she slowly retreats from him. THEOPHILA. You-you think there's some-some truth in it then? [He makes no answer.] It's true, you believe? FRASER. I want time-I want time THEOPHILA. Time? FRASER. To shake it off. THEOPHILA. To shake it off? FRASER. It was awful in Court. THEOPHILA. [Partly to herself.] Awful. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 79 FRASER. As you say, her counsel twisted and turned everything about so. When he cross-examined you to-day, and made you say.... and then the judge... the benefit of the doubt.... awful.. THEOPHILA. [Under her breath.] I see. FRASER. [Rising.] Yes-that we must go away and be, quietly, together. For the present, there's something even more important than regaining the good opinion of others-there is ourselves. Will you come back to Lennox Gardens now, or shall I return for you byand-bye? THEOPHILA. [Mechanically.] By-and-bye. FRASER. [Going to the door.] Nine o'clock? or ten? THEOPHILA. Nine or ten. 80 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT FRASER. Which? THEOPHILA. It doesn't matter. [He goes out. For a few moments she remains quite still; then she rouses herself, and, with a blank look, wanders about, her arms moving restlessly. Suddenly she presses her hands to her brow and sinks into a chair, with a low half-cry, half-moan.] Oh! oh! [After a short burst of crying she examines her wedding-ring, removes* it from her finger, and giving a little laugh, flings it on to the settee. Then she rises, and with an air of determination goes to the writing-table.] Very well! very well! [She sits before the writing-table and writes rapidly. At intervals she utters an exclamation; then sings as she writes. The doors are opened, and HORTON enters. HORTON. [Collecting the tea-cups.] Beg pardon, ma'am. THEOPHILA. [Writing.] Mr. Fraser has gone out, hasna't he? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT HORTON. He have, ma'am. [HORTON places the tea-cups on the tea-tray, lifts up the tray, and is about to carry it out. THEOPHILA. Oh, Horton, what became of the bonnet and cape I came in with? HORTON. [Looking of.] Mrs. Emptage lay them down in the next room. Here they are, ma'am. THEOPHILA. Just give them to me. [HORTON goes off and immediately returns with the bonnet, cape, and gloves.] Thanks. [HORTON arranges the cape over the back of a chair, places the bonnet and gloves on the table, and withdraws. Having finished her letter and addressed an envelope, she rises and searches for her wedding-ring; finding this she slips it into the letter, and fastens the envelope. Then, keeping the letter in her hand, she puts on her bonnet F 82 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT and cape, standing before the mirror. SIR FLETCHER enters, looking disturbed and dejected; CLAUDE follows, downcast, silent, and morose, and walks about aimlessly, staring at the carpet. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Discovering THEOPHILA.] Oh, going out, my dear? THEOPHILA. I want a little walk-alone. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. To walk it off, eh? [Ruffling his hair.] I find I can't walk it off; I've been into the Euston Road; I don't think I can be well. Fortunately, I have a box of. most remarkable pills at my chambers. They are prepared by Gilliburton of 88 Piccadilly. Don't forget the number-eighty-eight. Two eights. That's my system of artificial memory. Eighty-eight-two eights. THEOPHILA. [Going to him and kissing him, leaning across the settee.] Good-bye, uncle. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 83 SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. We shall meet again by-and-bye, dear. I shall dine here quietly, after all. THEOPHILA. [Going to CLAUDE, kissing him.] Good-bye. CLAUDE. Oh, you'll see me at dinner too. THEOPHILA. [Handing him the letter.] Give that to 'Tin,, will you? Claude-take care of mother. CLAUDE. [Mildly surprised.] Take care of mother! THEOPHILA. Yes, be a good boy, and look after her. Ta, ta! [She goes out. CLAUDE. Boy! my boyhood is long past. [Pinching the envelope.] There's a coin in this-money. 84 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Sitting on the settee, fatigued.] Eh? Don't forget, Claude-Gilliburton. Think of Gilly, corruption of Gilbert. Gilbert, a well-known sculptor-or writer; I forget which. Burton, man I jobbed two horses from-bays-Burton. There you have Gilly and Burton-Gilliburton. My own system of mnemonics. Miemoria technica. CLAUDE. It's not a coin; it's a ring. SiR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Irritably.] What are you talking about, my boy? You always appear to be masticating some commonplace or other. [HORTON appears. HORTON, Beg pardon, Sir Fletcher. Mrs. Cloys wants to wish you good-day, Sir Fletcher. I wasn't aware where you was, Sir Fletcher. CLAUDE. [Giving the letter to HORTON.] Miss Justina. [HORTON withdraws. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Rising.] I'd quite forgotten your aunt. Do, please, look unconcerned, Claude. Let her see that men can display courage and decision at such moments. [Humming an air, he unbuttons his coat and throws it back, sticking his thumbs in his waistcoat pockets. Some newspapers fall from the breast of his coat; he is hastily picking them up when MRS. CLOYS enters. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Meekly.] You are going, Harriet? MRS. CLOYS. Fletcher, you've been out to buy evening papers! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Putting them into his tail pockets.] The malicious utterances of the judge are not in these editions. MRS. CLOYS. I thought you never--! 86 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. It is somebody's duty to overlook the reports of this case. I see that one vile placard announces, " Lively cross-examination of Mrs. Fraser." MRS. CLOYS. Lively! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Producing a newspaper.] Here's a rag which dares to give illustrations-" Sketches in Court." MRS. CLOYS. Have you contrived to get among them? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Opening the paper.] I happen to be among them. But the fool of an artist has completely missed my salient pointsJUSTINA runs in with THEOPHILA'S letter, opened, and the wedding-ring. JUSTINA. Aunt! oh, I say! What do you think? Theo's gone! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 87 SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. She's gone out for a walk. [To MRS. CLOYS.] Here it is. That's from an old photograph; I don't wear that sort of collar now. JUSTINA. [Advancing between MRS. CLOYS and SIR FLETCHER.] What are you talking about? Look here! [Reading.] "'Tina, hand enclosed to my husband when he comes back for me to-night after dinner." [Showing the ring.] It's her wedding-ring. [Reading.] "He believes that what that creature charged me with is true, and wants to take me away and hide me. All is up with me. Oh, those pipers at Locheen are playing into my brain again. Good-bye all.-THEo. P.S.--Jack Allingham would not treat a woman so like dirt." MRS. CLOYS. [Agitatedly.] I can't hear you. [Taking the letter from JUSTINA.] Let me see it. JUSTINA. What shall we do? We must do something. Uncle! 88 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Confused.] We must certainly do something, at once. Er-it is her wedding-ring, I suppose? JUSTINA. [Impatiently.] Oh-! Aunt! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Encountering CLAUDE.] Don't stand there, Claude, looking precisely like an owl! MRS. CLOYs. [Returning the letter to JUSTINA.] Jump into a cab; you must take that to Mr. Fraser. JUSTINA. [Hurrying to the door.] All right. [Pausing.] What shall I do if I don't find him at home? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. If, if, if! Why throw obstacles? JUSTINA. I'm not throwing them. I merely say, what if he's out, or hasn't gone back to Lennox Gardens at all? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 89 SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. This is a moment for action! CLAUDE. [Sitting at the writing-table.] Ha, ha! what a hideous mockery the whole world is! Life--! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Let us have none of your sickening optimism, sir! and in the presence of your aunt and sister. MRS. CLOYS. [Holding out her hand for the letter.] Show it to me again. [JUSTINA brings the letter to MRS. CLOYS, who begins reading.] " Hand enclosed to my husband when he comes back for me to-night after dinner." JUSTINA. Ten or eleven o'clock. Where, on earth, will she be by ten or eleven o'clock? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Going to the door.] I'll tell her mother--! go THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JUSTINA. [Intercepting him.] For goodness' sake, not yet. Mother's no use. Mns. CLOYS. [Reading.] "P.S.-Jack Allingham would not treat a woman so like dirt." Jack Allingham-- [Suddenly] Justina! [JUSTINA again comes to her.] There's only one very great danger. JUSTINA. Why, you don't think Theo would-take poisonor--! MRS. CLOYS. No, I mean a worse danger than that. [Pointing to a sentence in the letter.] That one. JUSTINA. [Reading.] "Jack Allingham would not treat a woman-- " [Staring at MRS. CLOYS.] Oh-! MRS. CLOYS. This Mr. Allingham? Exceedingly kind and gentle to women-is that the class of man he belongs to? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 91 JUSTINA. Y--yes. MRS. CLOYS. Suppose-suppose this wretched girl lets her mind dwell too much just now on Mr. Allingham's-kindness! JUSTINA. Aunt! MRS. CLOYS. [Again returning the letter to JUSTINA-With decision.] Where does he live? Where is he likely to be found? JUSTINA. It's in the Red Book. [Pointing to the writingtable.] Claude-! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Bring me the Red Book! [CLAUDE finds the Red Book; he and SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD search for the address.] Allingham-A-A --A -[finding the letter] A! 92 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT CLAUDE. You're looking at "Ashley Gardens "[MRS. CLOYS and JUSTINA join SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD and CLAUDE impatiently. JUSTINA. I know it's there. He went into lodgings when he parted from her. And he has a little cottage in Surrey---- CLAUDE. [Finding the name.] " Allingham-!" SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Taking the book from him.] " Allingham, John Crawshaw, Esq., 11 Bentham Street, W., and Turf and Garrick Clubs.-The Lichens, Epsom, Surrey." [MRS. CLOYS takes the book from SIR FLETCHER. She tears out the page and throws the book upon the settee. MRS. CLOYS. [Folding the extracted page, and slipping it into her glove.] Fletcher, Claude, you had better come with me. I may want you both. Claude, whistle a fourwheeled cab. You hear me! [CLAUDE goes out. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 93 SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. But, Harriet, do you seriously, soberly, entertain the notion? MRS. CLOYS. Get your hat! [SIR FLETCHER goes out. MRS. CLOYS turns to JUSTINA.] Telegraph to the Bishop of St. Olpherts, The Palace, St. Olpherts: " Detained here to-night. Return, D.V., forenoon to-morrow. Get to bed early. Affectionate messages.-H." [The sound of a cab-whistle, twice or thrice repeated, is heard. JUSTINA. "Detained here to-night. Return forenoon tomorrow-- MRS. CLOYS. " D.V." JUSTINA. " D.Y. Go to bed early-- MRS. CLOYS. Say, " Be in bed by eleven." 94 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JUSTINA. Yes. "Love- " MRS. CLOYS. No, no-" Affectionate messages." JUSTINA. " Affectionate messages.-H." MRS. CLOYS. Thank you. JUSTINA. Aunt! When I see Alec Fraser, am I to say anything-about what you are doing? MRS. CLOYS. For mercy's sake, don't put any idea into his head that isn't there already! Not a word to a soul CLAUDE appears in the doorway, hat in hand. CLAUDE. Cab, aunt. MRS. CLOYS. I'm coming. [CLAUDE withdraws.] Not a word, THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 95 except that we've gone out, blindly, to try and find her. JUSTINA. Wait! you must tell me; do you suspect that Theophila is-guilty? MRS. CLOYS. [Looking at her steadily.] Woman, what do you suspect? JUSTINA. [Falteringly.] Then I can't understand you. MRS. CLOYS. Why not, pray? JUSTINA. I've always taken you for one of those who pick up their skirts and stalk away as far as possible from this kind of thing. MRS. CLOYS. Ah, you don't-[moved]--oh, my dear! JUSTINA. What? 96 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. CLOYS. You don't know what was really at the bottom of all my quarrels with your mother. I've no children. I'd have given the world if Theo had been mine. JUSTINA. [A little bitterly.] Theo! Theo! MRS. CLOYS. [Taking her by the shoulder, almost shaking her.] You, too! [Kissing her.] Bless you,.you'd have been better than nothing! [She goes out. JUSTINA stands, her lips parted, staring into space. END OF THE FIRST ACT. THE SECOND ACT The Scene represents a room in MR. ALLINGHAM'S cottage at Epsom. On the left-hand side is a fireplace, with a fire burning; above this is a door giving on to the hall; while below it is a similar door, over which hangs a portiere, drawn aside, admitting to the dining-room. Facing us is a large open French window; and beyond is a view of a pretty garden with trees, laurels, etc. On the right, also facing -us, but nearer, are a few balustered steps leading to an arched opening which is about three feet from the ground. The opening, across which runs a rod supporting a portiere, admits to a small room, which, although containing no books that are visible, is called the library. All the furniture and accessories are characteristic of a well-to-do bachelor's residence. It is twilight. DENZIL SHAFTO and PETER ELPHICK, two wellG 98 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT groomed, smart-looking men of about five-andthirty, dressed for dinner, are shown in by QUAIFE, a manservant. QUAIFE is carrying a banjo in a case, SHAFTO. What time did Mr. Allingham get down? QUAIFE. [Placing the banjo on the table.] Half an hour ago, sir; I'm now dressing him. [To ELPHICK.] Glad you brought the banjo, Mr. Elphick. ELPHICK. [A heavy-looking man with staring eyes, taking the banjo from its case with great care.] Nearly made me lose the train, Quaife, puzzlin' whether to bring it or not. QUAIFE. [Laying the case aside.] Do Mr. Allingham a load of good, sir-a little melody after dinner. SHAFTO. Mr. Allingham rather fatigued? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 99 QUAIFE. Never saw him so played out, sir. [Closing the windows.] Oh, Mr. Allingham's compliments, Mr. Shafto, and he says he forgot to inquire whether you and Mr. Elphick would sleep at The Lichens to-night. SHAFTO. Not to-night, thanks. I've arranged to take Mr. Elphick on to niy father's place at Leatherhead. ELPHICK. We shan't keep you up here till the last train, Quaife, or anything like. Dessay Mr. Allingham 'll be glad to turn in early. QUAIFE. Not much good him turning in, Mr. Elphick. SHAFTO. Queer nights lately,'of sorts? QUAIFE. Shockin', IMr. Shafto, [QUAIFE goes ouct. 00oo THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SHAFTO. [Looking round.] Here we are again, Peter. ELPHICK. 'Pears so. SHAFTO. [Wandering about.] This is my first visit to this box since Jack came back here after his split with his wife. ELPHICK. And mine; thought he'd sold it. SHAFTO. He merely let it, when he married-let it to a stockbroker. Peter, Jack must have had some sort of a premonitionELPHICK. Some sort of what? SHAFTO. Premonition ELPHICK. Stoopid ass of a word. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 101 SHAFTO. Some sort of a premonition of his speedy return to single life. [Looking out of the window.] Same spotless white gate, I rejoice to see; same elms; same laurels -[Ascending the steps.] The library--! [Entering the room.] My heart sinks within me. [From within.] No, by Jove! Peter! Peter! [ELPHICK goes and looks into the room through the balustrade. ELPHICK. What's wrong? SHAFTO. [From within.] Nothing. I breathe again. All the essential features of Jack's library are undisturbed. [Coming down the steps.] A luxurious sofa, Ruff's Turf Guide, and the Stud Book. ELPHICK. [Drearily.] Blessed if there's anything to make fun of in that. SHAFTo. [At a table, examining bottles.] Delightful! Same soda water, same 102 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT ELPHICK. [Sitting, nursing his banjo]. No, hang it! SHAFTO. [Pouring out a glass of Vermouth.] Vermouth. Peter, I was totting up things this morning, gently and quietly, in my bath. ELPHICK. [Blowing a speck of dust from his banjo.] Not really? SHAFTO. [Seriously.] Yes. You weren't at Jack's weddin'? ELPHICK. No, I was up at Mahabaleshwar that. spring with Sandington. You stood best man, didn't you? SHAFTO. I did. And look here-Jack Allingham is the seventh I've been best man to in nine years. ELPHICK. [Abstractedly.] Good figgers. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 10o3 SHAFTO. [Frowning.] And they've all managed to get into the Divorce Court since, one way or another. [After a pause.] How's that? ELPHICK. Good figgers. JOHN ALLINGHAM enters, a simple, boyish man, of about thirty, looking pale and worn. He is dressed for dinner. JOHN. [Shaking hands with SHAFTO.] Halloa, Denzil! [To ELPHICK, shaking hands with him.] Well, Peter! It's awfully good of you fellows proposing to 'see me through this evening. ELPHICK. Not in the least. SHAFTO. Speak for yourself, Peter. JOHN. I couldn't have endured my own company to-night, I can tell you. Sorry you can't sleep here, though. o104 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SHAFTO. My governor hasn't seen Peter since he's been home this leave. It's an old promiseJOHN. I understand. [Taking the banjo from ELPHICK.] And you've actually brought the banjo. ELPHICK. Well, when a man's a bit low, sometimes a little music JOHN. Thanks. [To both of them.] Warm, yesterday and to-day, in that Law Court, wasn't it? ELPHICK. Agra in June. JOHN. Warm in every sense of the word, eh? SHAFTO. Hell. JOHN. S[With his hand to hi8 brow.] Gurrrh I THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 105 SHAFTO. [Sharply.] Now, then? ELPHICK. It's done with now. JOHN. [Recovering himself.] True; that cursed nightmare of an approaching trial isn't waiting for me upstairs, in that bedroom of mine, any longer. And to-morrow morning I shall wake with a start to find-what'll the feeling be like!-that I've no lawyers to interview. Besides, I haven't much to complain of. You two fellows have kept close at my elbow throughout the whole business-hardly ever left me. Well, that's friendship-[shaking hands abruptly, first with ELPHICK, then with SHAFTO]-God bless yer! [He walks away and sits on the settee, looking into the fire. ELPHICK and SHAFTO stand together, eyeing him uneasily. SHAFTO. [In a whisper, to ELPHICK.] Peter, our bags are here. What d'ye say to not leaving him to-night, after all? io6 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT ELPHICK. [In a whisper.] Yes, I don't suppose your guv'nor wants to see me so desperate bad as all that comes to. SHAFTO. No, I don't suppose he does-I mean, we can go over in the morning. JOHN. [Looking up.] Eh? SHAFTO. Nothing. JOHN. [Passing his fingers over the strings of the banjo.] You don't remember, Denzil-nor you, Peter, I suppose; she used to thrum on this thing-well, hardly this thing-the guitar-much the same. Oh, yes, she used to play it very nicely. SHAFTO. [Puzzled.] Who? Mrs. Fraser? JOHN. Mrs. Fraser! No! [Handling the banjo roughly.] My wife. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 107 ELPHICK. [Hurrying across to John, taking the banjo from him.] Excuse me, old feller. JOHN. [Starting up.] I was close to her to-day; we stared each other right in the eyes. We didn't mean towe simply did it. We met in the corridor during lunch-time; I was getting out of the way of old Portwood; I turned sharply-and there we were, my wife and I, face to face. It might have been for ten seconds-it was like an hour. ELPHICK. Did she look angry? JOHN. No. Downright ill and distressed. [To both oJ them.] You've seen her in Court? "SHAFTO. Yes. ELPHICK. Yes. Io8 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. Yesterday? SHAFTO. We said " How d'ye do " to her yesterday. ELPHICK. We told you. JOHN. Oh, yes, To-day? SHAFTO. Not to speak to. ELPHICK. She nodded to us this morning from the-what do they call it?-not the sink SHAFTO. Well. ELPHICK. Well of the Court. JOHN. Denzil. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT log SHAFTO. 'Ullo? JOHN. She was very pretty when I married her, wasn't she? SHAFTO. Undoubtedly. [JOHN sits, leaning his head upon his hands. SHAFTO walks away, quietly, to the window. ELPHICK sits on the settee, and, turning his face to the fire, strikes up a tune on his banjo. JOHN. That's right! tune up, Peter! If I had a savage breast this evening you might soothe it with your Tinka-tinka-tinka-tinka-tink, as Kipling says. But I haven't-isn't that odd? Boys, do you know, all the bitterness I've been feeling towards her seems to have died out of me; and she's been dragging me pretty thoroughly through the mud lately. Isn't that odd? SHAFTO. [Leaving the window, hnd coming to the back of settee.] Well, she's lost the day, you see. 1xo THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT ELPHICK. [Ceasing playing.] She's beaten; got nothin' for her pains. JOHN. I suppose that's it. Ab, but her face! I hadn't seen it for months. And the silence between us was so strange. b SHAFTO. Yes, there wasn't much of that, old chap, between you two when you were together. JOHN. No; didn't we quarrel! And yet, this morning, during our little deadly-silent encounter, she seemed to say more to me than she'd ever said in her life before. By Jove, she has suffered- [starting up]oh, damn it! [He paces to and fro; ELPHICK hurriedly resumes his playing. SHAFTO. [Seating himself on the back of the settee, speaking with a drawl.] Ah, 'I shouldn't worry myself too much, if I were you, about that. Other people have suffered. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT III JOHN. [Pausing in his walk.] Mrs. Fraser-? SHAFTO. [Indifferently.] Oh, she amongst 'em. JOHN. [In a low voice.] Poor little Theo Fraser! I'm forgetting her. SHAFTO. Forget all round, my dear Jack-that's the ticket; for the future, cultivate a single-minded devotion to yourselfJOHN. And the horses! You're right, Denzil. By the bye, I had a line from O'Halligan yesterday-where is it? [Going to a writing-table and rummaging among the litter there.] He fancies Kildaowen very strongly. The mare's feeding well; that's always been their difficulty, you knowSHAFTO. [Quietly, looking towards the window.] Jack. 112 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. Eh? SHAFTO. Who's that woman out there? [ELPHICK ceases playing. JOHN. Where? SHAFTO. In your garden. [JOHN looks towards the window; ELPHICK rises and makes one of the group. JOHN. [After a pause.] I don't see anybody. SHAFTO. She's behind the laurels now. JOHN. [About to go to the window.] One of the maids THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT II3 SHAFTO. [Laying his hand on JOHN'S arm.] Wait a bit. [Goes cautiously to the window, peeps out, and comes away.] I say, old chap. JOHN. What's the matter? SHAFTO. I thought so. It's your wife. [There is a moment's pause, then an excited movement from JOHN.] Stop! [A pause.] What are you going to do? JOHN. [Dazed.] Do!... do!.... SHAFTO. Not anything stoopid, Jack? JOHN. [Excitedly.] Clear out for fellows. a minute, you two [SHAFTO goes up the steps and into the library, drawing the portiere across the door as he disappears. H 114 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. Get out, Peter! ELPHICK. [Going up the steps and pausing at the door.] Jack. JOHN. What is it? ELPHICK. [With an empty expression of face and voice.] Don't do anything weak. JOHN. Get out! [ELPHICK disappears. JOHN hurriedly glances round the room and arranges a displaced chair. Then he discovers that ELPHICK has left the banjo upon the settee, and he seizes it impatiently.] Oh- [Going to the door of the library and drawing aside the portiire.] Here! Peter! catch! [He throws the banjo into the room, and readjusts the portibre. The instrument is heard to fall with a crash to the floor. He looks into the library, hastily.] I beg your pardon, old fellow. He descends the steps and goes to the window and opens it, speaking in a low voice.] Is any one there? [A pause.] Someone's there. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT "II5 OLIVE. [From a little distance.] Yes. JOHN. Who is it? OLIVE. Olive. JOHN. [Sternly.] Well? OLIVE. Are you by yourself? JOHN. Yes. [After a pause.] Come in. He draws back to allow her to pass him. After a short delay she enters, and, without looking at him, comes right into the room. He closes the window, but remains at that end of the room. OLIVE ALLINGHAM is a fashionably and richly dressed woman of a little over thirty years of age-pale, worn red-eyed, but still handsome. In manner she is alternately beseeching and gentle, angry and imperious. The twilight now gradually deepens into dusk. 116 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. You have some men here? JOHN. Shafto and Peter Elphick. I asked them to clear out for a moment. OLIVE. What will they think? "JOHN. [With a shrug of the shoulder.] They can scarcely know what to think. OLIVE. [Walking to the mantelpiece.] What do you think yourself, of my humbling myself in this fashion? [Turning to him.] What do you-? [As she hascrossed to the left of the room, he, still at a distance, has moved over to the right. Speaking with a catch in her breath.] Oh, don't do that! I'm not poisonous, John. [He approaches stifly and silently. She advances towards him plaintively.] John, I am quite worn out-[putting her hand to her bosom]-burnt out here. This desperate lawsuit has been my last bolt, I'm finishedspent. I know my regrets won't avail us much at THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 117 this time of day; the future has a most melancholy look-out for both of us; but I want to tell you I am truly conscious, at last, of the evil my jealousy has wrought. [Sitting weakly.] Yes, John, I-I am quite reasonable at last. [QUAIFE enters. QUAIFE. Dinner is s--- [He breaks of, staring at OLIVE. OLIVE. Good evening, Quaife. QUAIFE. [Aghast.] Good evening, ma'am. J OHN. [To QUAIFE.] Tell Mrs. Quaife to delay dinner for -forOLIVE. [Rising and turning away-in an altered tone.] Oh, five minutes-ten at the outside. JOHN. For a quarter of an hour. [Sharply.] The lamps. [QUAIFE withdraws, as if in a dream. 118 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. [Bitterly.] I much regret keeping you and your friends from your dinner. It's an exceptionably elaborate entertainment to-night, I suppose? JOHN. No, no; it's of no consequence OLIVE. Dinner! dintier! If every woman in the world was weeping her heart out, men would be found diningfeeding-feasting! What was I saying when Quaife blundered in? Where was I? JOHN. [Looking at her steadily.] Quite reasonable at last. OLIVE. [After a briej pause, speaking gently again.] Ob, John--! [Advancing a few steps.] It was inconsiderate of me to break out in that way. But I don't mean half the brutal things I say; I never did. JOHN. You couldn't have done so. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT I1 119 OLIVE, Any jealous woman will. tell you what a slave she is to her paroxysms. Oh, they are dreadful, while they last! [Agitatedly.] The flame behind one's eyes, the buzzing in the ears, the dry tongue, the thumping of the heart-! [Calming bersel], breathlessly.] Thank God, I'm cured.! JOHN. You've said something like this to me on other occasions. OLIVE. Never, under such extraordinary circumstances. [Going to him.] The fact that I can drag myself to you, in this spirit, after my defeat, for the sake of a few words with you, must show you what an altered woman I am. [Sitting.] John, I felt I couldn't go back to that lonely flat of mine to-night without first proving to you how thorough my remorse is. [Looking round.] That dismal flat!I [In an altered tone.] You appear to be extremely comfortable here. JOHN. Oh, it's a little place-very cramped 120 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. This is where you gave me and papa tea once, when we were engaged to be married. JOHN. I remember. OLIVE. And now [Excitedly.] Ha, I suppose I'm a fool not to indulge myself just as luxuriously, just as-1! [She meets his eye and breaks oft shamefacedly. Faltering, with her hand to her brow.] Where was I-again? JOHN. You were engaged in demonstrating how thorough your remorse is. OLIVE. Oh, yes. [Weakly.] After the case ended this afternoon I walked about the streets quite light-headed, till I summoned up resolution to try to find you. [Wit4 an effort.] John, that--that lady-- THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 121 JOHN. What lady? OLIVE. [Agitatedly.] Mrs. Fraser of Locheen. JOHN. Yes? OLIVE. [Repressing her agitation.] Of course, the judge fully justified my action by the very severe way he spoke of her. JOHN. His remarks were infamous! I could have taken him by the throat and thrown him into the body of the Court. No right-thinking person would have blamed me for doing so. OLIVE. However, he gave her the benefit of the doubt--- JOHN. [Scornfully.] The benefit of the doubt! 122 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. And paid me the compliment of believing that I would, as one woman to another, prefer such a course being adopted. JOHN. [Pacing to and fro.] Poor, wretched little Mrs. Fraser! OLIVE. Wait! Even I see the injustice of it. JOHN. [Eagerly.] You: do? OLIVE. Haven't I told you I am reasonable at last? For whether she be innocent or guilty is no longer the question. JOHN. I'm glad that is no longer the question! OLIVE. The point is, this woman is entitled to the benefit of the doubt. [Rising and walking to and fro.] But how can she ever receive the benefit of the doubt if those words, which imply the "doubt, are always to hang over her? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 123 JOHN. That's it!I OLIVE. And they will hang over her-for ever. JOHN. For ever. OLIVE. For ever. [Turning to him.] Unless I cancel them -remove them. JOHN. You! OLIVE. I could, John-by my attitude towards her in public-in society. JOHN. [Staring at her.] Why, certainly you could. OLIVE. [Leaning over a chair, and &peaking almoet into hi8 ear.] Would you like me to? JOHN. -Like you to! 124 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. I want to atone to you, if I can, in some measure, for the suffering I've caused you. Would you like me to right Mrs. Fraser? JOHN. Oh, Olive! OLIVE. John! JOHN. [With emotion.] If you were.always so generousso good! OLIVE. [Drawing back, suddenly.] Ah! JOHN. [After a brief pause.] I've offended you by saying that. OLIVE. [In a hard voice.] You are evidently very keen concerning her. JOHN. [Blankly.] Keen! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 1I45 OLIVE. She's a vulgar, common little thing, I'm afraid. JOHN. That's not true. OLIVE. Her people are common-excessively bad tone. JOHN. Her people are now her husband's people. She is married to a gentleman. OLIVE. Mr. Fraser has been away from her as much as possible-[her eyes flashing]-you know that better than anybody. ii JOHN. [Indignantly.] Why do you come here-after all our struggles and failures, after the injury you've endeavoured to do me! Why do you torture me, and insult me, by trying to repeat the old heartbreaking scenes? [He throws himself into a chair, distractedly. There is a pause; then she slowly goes to a chair, drags it towards him, and sits beside him. a 126 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. [Panting.] Torture you? Oh! oh, I suffer too! [Rocking hersel to and fro.] Well, there can be no punishment for jealous women in another world; we are damned in this. JOHN. [In a muffled voice, with his head on his hands.] And the fire has burnt out in you, you tell me! OLIVE. I suppose the cinders still retain a little heat, dear. JOHN. [Brokenly.] Dear!.... dear!. OLIVE. Yes. I know my actions are contradictory, but[her hand stealing towards his]-in my heart, John-- always-in my heart [The banjo suddenly strikes up an air. JOHN and OLIVE raise their heads and stare at each other, then OLIVE slowly backs her chair to its original position. Speaking in a whisper.] What's that? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 127 JOHN. Peter. OLIVE. Peter-! JOHN. He brought his banjo with him. OLIVE. [Aghast.] Why-!... Oh! JOHN. [Blankly.] Eh? OLIVE. If we hear the banjo with such distinctness[They rise. He hurridly ascends the steps and disappears through the portiere. The music of the banjo stops abruptly, and the sound of voices comes from the library. QUAIFE enters, carrying a lamp which he deposits on the table; then, always watching OLIVE, he lights the standard-lamp and draws the window-curtains. SHAFTO. My dear fellow-! 128 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT ELPHICK. My dear Jack-! JOHN. Sssh! SHAFTO. You might have rememberedJOHN. Sssh! sssh! [The voices in the library are hushed. OLIVE. [Commanding herself, and crossing to the fireplace.] And how are you, Quaife? QUAIFE. Very well indeed, I thank you, ma'am. OLIVE. And your wife? QUAIFE. Exceedingly healthy, ma'am, for a stout person. OLIVE. I hope you look after Mr. Allingham thoroughly, all of you. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 129 QUAIFE. [Dropping his voice, impressively.] We regard him as a trust, ma'am, if I may make use of the expression. OLIVE. [Sharply.] A what? QUAIFE. A solemn trust, ma'am. OL1VE. [Turning away.] Stuff and nonsense! QUAIFE. I beg pardon, ma'am, if I have gone too far. [JOHN returns. JOHN. [Coming down the steps, a little flustered.] Quaife. QUAIFE. Sir? JOHN. Er-Mr. Shafto and Mr. Elphick don't dine. I 130 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT QUAIFE. Not dine, sir! JOHN. They have to go on to Leatherhead at once. Is the boy ready to carry their bags to the station? QUAIFE. The boy can be worried till he's ready, sir. JOHN. All right. [QUAIFE withdraws. JOHN and OLIVE now speak in whispers. OLIVE. I don't wish this. JOHN. They offered to go; they'd rather go. OLIVE. Have they heard much? JOHN. Er-next to nothing; a syllable or two when we THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 131 were sitting there. That's why Peter struck up a tune. [Laughing a little wildly.] Ha, ha, ha! OLIVE. [In the same way.] Ha, ha, ha! [Glancing towards the door.] Shall I slip into the dining-room while they pass out? JOHN. Please don't. They're old friends of both of us; they understand perfectly--. OLIVE. [Returning to the fireplace.] I'll face it out, if you wish it. JOHN. [Calling.] Denzil-Peter[SHAFTO and ELPHICK sedately emerge from the library, and descend the steps. SHAFTO bows to OLIVE. OLIVE. [Advancing, shaking hands with him across the table, graciously.] Oh, Mr. Shafto, I am so sorry to upset everybody in this way 132 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SHAFTO. Not at all. I-ah-we-er-my father-at Leatherhead[ELPHICK, encumbered with his banjo and the banjo-case, joins SHAFTO. JOHN goes to the door. OLIVE. [Shaking hands with ELPHICK across the table.] Why should you lose your dinner? I have really finished all my-my business with my-with-Mr. Allingham. ELPHICK. [With an effort, earnestly.] No, you haven't, Mrs. Allingham. Take it up, when we've gone, where you broke off. [Wringing her hand.] Do everything you've offered to do; try and square things[JOHN comes to him and draws him away towards the door. JOHN. [To OLIVE.] Excuse me; one moment[The three men go out, leaving OLIVE staring before her. JOHN, SHAFTO, and ELPHICK are heard talking together in the hall. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 133 JOHN. [Outside.] My dear Denzil! my dear Peter-! SHAFTO. [Outside.] My good fellow, we are not, at present, in the least hungry. [OLIVE runs up the steps and disappears in the library. JOHN. [Outside.] No conveyance of any kind to get you to the station-! ELPHICK. [Outside.] Much prefer walking, I assure you. SHAFTO. [Outside.] Good-bye. ELPHICK. [Outside.] Enjoyed seeing the cottage again enormously. [The sound oJ the voices dies away; a clock in the library strikes nine; JOHN returns. 134 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. [Looking round.] Olive-Olive[She reappears. OLIVE. You didn't tell me the truth. You can hear the slightest sound in there. JOHN. I beg your pardon. Those men went clean out of my head. I was an3 ass. OLIVE. [Descending the steps.] And that idiot offers me his advice! Take it up where you broke off! JOHN. At least, it's good advice. OLIVE. Where did we break off? JOHN. At Mrs. Fraser THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 135 OLIVE. [Walking up the stage, beating her hands together.] Mrs. Fraser! the eternal Mrs. Fraser! Oh!. oh!.... [Throwing herself into the chair facing the window.] I shall be quite calm in a moment. [Faintly.] Those men upset me. JOHN. [Going to her, solicitously.] To-day has been as exhausting for you as for the rest of us. Of course, there's a dinner prepared hereOLIVE. [Quickly, half-frightened.] Oh, no, dear; I couldn't sit down to table with you; I'm not entitled to do that. Fetch me a glass of wine and a biscuit[appealingly]-don't let a servant bring it, John. [He goes to the dining-room door, she rises, and calls him.] John!-[her head drooping]-do you think we shall ever sit at the same table again, you and I? JOHN. [After a pause, sitting, looking away from her, ] Oh, Olive, Olive! remember-! 136 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. [Fidgeting with the cigarette-box.] Not for many years, of course-three or four years, at least. Time makes the oddest things possible. JOHN. [Thoughtfully.] I suppose so. OLIVE. It would appear supremely ridiculous to the world, you're afraid? JOHN. Pish! the world don't matter a damn. OLIVE. [Softly.] Ah, that's delicious! JOHN. What is-? OLIVE. I haven't heard a man swear since I turned you out of Pont Street. [Dreamily, almost inaudibly, as she plays with a cigarette.] Damn! [He looks round THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT i37 at her; she is lost in thought; suddenly she crushes the cigarette, and flings it from her fiercely.] Ah! Theo Fraser smokes! JOHN. [Starting up in a rage.] Hah! hah! [He goes out of the room. OLIVE. [Following him a few steps, penitently.] Oh, John! - [There is a knock at the upper door.] Yes? [QUAIFE enters, with some cards on a salver.] QUAIFE. [Looking round.] I beg pardon, ma'am; a lady and two gentlemen would like to see Mr. Allingham, if it's not disturbing him. [She goes to the table and examines the cards. OLIVE. [In a hard voice.] Are these people friends of Mr. Allingham's? Have they ever called on him before? QUAIFE. No, ma'am. [Hesitatingly.] I fancy the eldest of 138 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT the two gentlemen came once, if not twice, to Pont Street in-in-in your time, ma'am. OLIVE. I'll give those to Mr. Allingham. [He lays the cards out on the table.] You'll be rung for. [He goes towards the door.] You haven't mentioned that I am here? QUAIFE. Oh, no, ma'am. I simply said Mr. Allingham was engaged for the moment. OLIVE. Quite right; thank you. [He withdraws. She eagerly scrutinises the cards, re-arranges them upon the table, then goes to the fireplace and stands waiting impatiently. JoHN re-enters, carrying a decanter of champagne and some biscuits in a silver dish, which he places on a sidetable. JOHN. This is the Moet we had just begun to drink when we- You rather liked it, I fancy. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 139 OLIVE. Some people have called; they're waiting to see you. JOHN. [Turning.] People-so late? OLIVE. [Pointing to the table.] These are their cards. JOHN. [Picking up the cards.] "Mrs. Cloys," "Mr. Claude Aylmer Emptage," "Sir Fletcher Portwood." Mrs. Cloys-that's an aunt. OLIVE. [Stonily.] An aunt-? JOHN. of Mrs. Fraser's. What can they want An aunt with me? OLIVE. Isn't it curious! 140 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHaN. I assure you I haven't the slightest idea. I suppose nothing has happened to her!1 OLIVE. To Mrs. Fraser? JOHN. Yes. OLIVE. Oh, no, nothing ever happens to these women with fair hair and heavy eyelids. JOHN. [Biting his lip.1 Really? OLIVE. You will see them, I suppose? 'JOHN. I can't refuse to see them. OLIVE. May I-may I wait till they have gone? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT '4 IP JOHN. Oh, Olive-! [She walks to the dining-room, he following her.] I won't let them detain me very long. OLIVE. [Rapidly, agitatedly, facing him, her hand on the door-handle.] This is a most extraordinary visitation. These three people-her relatives-to come down on you like this, at such an hour! JOHN. Iam sure you will find that their visit admits of a perfectly reasonable explanation. OLIVE. I've no doubt 1 JOHN. You shall have the fullest account of what passes between us. OLIVE. How shall I know it is a full account? JOH1N. [Leaving her.] Oh--! 142 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. [Advancing quickly.] No, I don't mean that! [Her hand to her heart.] Oh, do make some allowance for me, for my state of mind! JOHN. [Turning abruptly.] Have you the courage to meet these people with me? If so, you can begin to-night to carry out your promise to serve Mrs. Fraser; you can tell her relatives now what your intentions are towards her. OLIVE. [Falteringly.] Certainly, I have the courage to meet them. [Advancing, tremblingly, breathlessly.] But do you know where you are drifting, John? JOHN. Where I am drifting-? OLIVE. Yes. I mean-what position are you willing to give me before these people? JOHN. Position-? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 143 OLIVE. I couldn't submit to be treated as a culprit; and there is only one other possible position for me. JOHN. What is that? OLIVE The-the-the wife. JOHN. [Slowly.] The wife. OLIVE. [Teamfully.] Oh! oh, I would try! [He leaves her, and walks about agitatedly. She sits on the settee, weeping. JOHN. [Rather wildly.] Well, I-I only want to cleanse the slate. My cursed stupidity has smeared poor little Mrs. Fraser's character; I want to put that right. It cuts me to the heart to see how wretched you are, Olive; I want to put that right. Oh, if we fail again -! 144 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. We c-c-can't fail again-it's impossible! JOHN. [Desperately, throwing himself into the chair.] All right! Heaven have mercy upon us-we're reconciledi! Ring the bell. [She rises and touches the bell-press, and with the aid of the mirror over the mantelpiece attempts to adjust her hair and straighten her bonnet, he watching her.] By Jove, you have pluck! OLIVE. To face these people? JOHN. [With a short laugh.] I call it true courage. OLIVE. It's nothing; I am so happy. Oh, John, you shall never regret this. [QUAIFE enters. JOHN. [Rising.] Show Mrs. Cloys and the two gentlemen in here. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT i45 QUAIFE. Yes, sir. JOHN. Tell them that Mr. and Mrs. Allingham are now disengaged. QUAIFE. Yes, sir. [He withdraws. OLIVE. [Turning sharply.] Mrs. Allingham-? JOHN. It wouldn't be quite fair to spring you upon them suddenly OLIVE. You've given them warning; they may hurry away, to avoid me! JOHN. No, no-- OLIVE. If they did do such a thing-! [Agitatedly.] Gurrrh! I can't get my bonnet to sit straight. May I take it off, and receive them as if I were-at home? 146 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. If you would rather do soOLIVE. [Going to the dining-room door.] Is there a mirror in here? JOHN. Yes. [She goes out hurriedly.] Let me hold the lamp for you[He follows her. After a brief pause, QUAIFE re-enters, showing in MRS. CLOYS, SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD, and CLAUDE. QUAIFE withdraws. MRS. CLOYS. [After looking round the room.] The wife. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. The wife! MRS. CLOYS. Who could have anticipated anything so extraordinary. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 147 SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Walking about uneasily.] Harriet, your theories and suspicions have involved us in an entanglement of-ah-an unexpected kind. CLAUDE. [Moodily.] A reg'lar mess, I call it. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I wish your choice of expressions was a little happier, ClaudeMRS. CLOYS. The boy is right; and we must get out of this as quickly as possible. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Yes, yes; yes, yes. CLAUDE. But I don't believe the woman will have the daring effrontery to show her face to us; to me-the brother I MRS. CLOYS. If she does appear, Fletcher, how on earth are we to explain our visit? 148 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Never explain, Harriet. I once explained in the HouseMRS. CLOYS. Devil take the House! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Harriet! MRS. CLOYS. Heaven forgive me! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. You are unhinged-not yourself. No, no, we must simply avail ourselves of any topic that presents itself. MRS. CLOYs. Mercy on us! there's only one topic that -an present itself. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I am not often nonplussed. You had better watch me closely; follow my lead-tsch! JOHN enters with OLIVE, who is now without her outdoor apparel, THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 149 JOHN. [After bowing to MRS. CLOYS.] How do you do, Sir Fletcher? [Nodding to CLAUDE.] How are you, Emptage? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [With a wave of the hand towards MRS. CLOYS.] My sister, Mrs. Cloys. JOHN. Mrs. Cloys, Sir Fletcher; there have been some most unhappy differences between my wife and myself in the past, as you know too well. Unfortunately, she and I have not been the only sufferers from these differences; we have dragged others along with us. However, we met this evening, half an hour ago, and are-reconciled SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [In a murmur.] Very proper-very sensible--- JOHN. And I have my wife's authority for saying that her feelings towards Mrs. Fraser are now considerablyin fact, entirely- But she will speak for herself. [Presenting OLIVE, awkwardly.] Er-my wife. 150 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. [To SIR FLETCHER and MRS. CLOYS, graciously.] Pray sit down. [MRS. CLOYS sits again.] Sir Fletcher, we knew each other years agoSIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I am delighted to renew-[pulling himself up uneasily]-that is, of course[OLIVE sits on the left and SIR FLETCHER On the right of the table. OLIVE. [Addressing MRS. CLOYS.] Mrs. Cloys, it is only fair to you that I should say at once that I don't expect Mrs. Fraser's relatives to treat me at all tenderly over the painful proceedings which terminated to-day. [MRS. CLOYS bows stiffly; SIR FLETCHER eyes her anxiously.] So I beg that you will speak before me entirely without reserve. [Looking at JOHN.] It is my husband's wish that you should do so. JOHN. Certainly. [MRS. CLOYS and SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD sit staring before them in a glassy way; OLIVE again glances at JOHN, puzzled. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 151 OLIVE. [A little impatiently.] Naturally, Mrs. Cloys, I can't think that you have taken this inconvenient journey to-night without some very special, some very definite object. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Er-so far as I am concerned, the object of my visit is in a great part attained when I have given Mr. Allingham my assurance that only absolute proof of his unworthiness will ever induce me to withdraw my friendship from him. I am nothing if not a just man-- JOHN. Genuinely obliged to you, Sir Fletcher. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Oh, I am not ashamed of my simple faith in young English manhood and in the efficacy of a training at one of our most honoured public schools. True, I was never a public-school boy myself-- CLAUDE. [Leaning on a chair nar the window, with his back to those in the room.] Ha! [All turn their heads towards CLAUDE, sarprised. 152 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Rising, and going to CLAUDE.] No, but I am still capable of rejoicing when I see the traditions of popular British institutions worthily upheld. The world was my public school-- OLIVE. [Changing her position.] Mrs. Cloys--- SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Eyeing OLIVE, and returning quickly.] Er-is there a question more vital, more absorbing, than this great vexed question of Education? Is there a question which calls more imperatively upon the attention of thinking men--? OLIVE. [Turning to him with a forced smile.] But, Sir Fletcher, you surely haven't brought Mrs. Cloys all the way to Epsom that she may hear you discuss Education with my husband? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Disconcerted.] No, no. Good! ha, ha! good! Excellent! Er-- -[Suddenly.] Now, this cottage -I wonder whether I may ask how many rooms? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 153 OLIVE. How many rooms! JOHN. Twelve. OLIVE. [Between her teeth.] Twelve. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. The reason I put the question is this: my dear brother-in-law, the bishopMRS. CLOYS. [Under her breath.] Eh? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Looking at MRS. CLOYS significantly.] The bishop often suffers from the effects of severe intellectual strain, and it has more than once struck me that for a few weeks in the year this peculiarly invigorating air- [Going to the dining-room door.] The arrangements appear to be most convenient. May I? 154 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. The dining-room. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Opening the door and peeping into the room.] Delightful! I can picture the bishop sitting there, my sister there, myself, perhaps, over there-delightful! [Closing the door and moving away, pointing to the upper door.] The hall and the little card-room I have seen. [Rapping the table.] But the grand question is, Mrs. Allingham-would you let? That's the point, Allingham-would you feel inclined to let? JOHN. Oh, if his lordship did us the honour of expressing a wish SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. That's extremely good-natured. [Trying to catch MRS. CLOYS' eye.] You hear, Harriet? MRS. CLOYs. [With a gulp.] Yes. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Pointing to the steps.] And here? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 155 OLIVE [Struggling to suppress her anger.] The library-the library. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Have I permission? OLIVE. Oh, by all means. [SIR FLETCHER bustles up the steps and enters the library. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Out of sight.] Cheerful-very cheerful. A paucity of volumes, but the bishop would bring his own books. OLIVE. [Quickly.] Sir Fletcher, while you are there, do examine the little clock on the mantelpiece. The case is modern oriental. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Out oj sight.] Ah, yes, yes. OLIVE. I gave it to Mr. Allingham some years ago. Count 156 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT those curious stones round the dial. [To MRS. CLOYS, rapidly but forcibly, dropping her voice.] Mrs. Cloys, I confess I find it difficult to accept Sir Fletcher's suggestion that you are engaged at this time of night in hunting for fresh air for the bishop. I[Upon SIR FLETCHER'S disappearance, CLAUDE advances and stands waiting for an opportunity to speak. CLAUDE. [Breaking in in a hollow voice.] As Mrs. Fraser's brother [All turn their heads towards CLAUDE again. OLIVE. [With clenched hands.] Oh! I am endeavouring to speak to Mrs. Cloys CLAUDE. Pardon me. As Mrs. Fraser's brother, and as, perhaps, the chief sufferer from the result of to-day's proceedings SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Appearing suddenly on top of the steps, no longer carrying his hat.] What's this? What's this? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT I57 CLAUDE. I refuse to be silenced. As Mrs. Fraser's brother, I desire to say that I did not expect to be received to-night by the lady who has done her best-her utmost SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Sssh! sssh! MRS. CLOYS. Be quiet, Claude, please! OLIVE. [Rising and going to JOHN.] John, reallyJOHN. [Hotly.] Look here, Emptage, you're a boy-at any rate, a very young man--! CLAUDE. I am a truly unfortunate young man. A blight has been cast upon my name at the very outset of my careerJOHN. [Bluntly.] What career? 158 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT CLAUDE. Well, when I am turning various careers over in my mindMRS. CLOYS. Enough, Claude-! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Coming down the steps.] Why, when I was five years younger than he I had already applied my lever to the mountain. I first saw light in 'fortyfourOLIVE. [To JOHN.] Oh-! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. 'Forty-four; an easily remembered date-two fours. And what was I doing at his age? OLIVE. Mrs. CloysMRS. CLOYS. Go away, Claude! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT i59 CLAUDE. [Retiring.] Ha, at least I have had the courage to speak out--! [He throws himself into a chair at the back, and in course of time falls asleep. His head is seen to drop back upon his shoulder; an arm hangs over the side o] the chair. OLIVE. [Advancing to the table, imperatively.] Mrs. CloysSIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. MRS. CLOYS. [Firmly.] Excuse me, Fletcher; I believe Mrs. Allingham is looking to me for some further explanation. [Sitting.] Mrs. Allingham, happening to become acquainted to-day, for the first time, with several features of this disagreeable business, I thought-it was a fancy of mine-that I should like to-to meet Mr. Allingham-to talk over-to-- OLIVE. [Sitting.] To talk over-- 16o THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. To thresh it all out with John-with Allingham. OLIVE. [Quickly.] It has not been sufficiently threshed out, then, in the Divorce Court? MRS. CLOYs. [Hastily.] Quite sufficiently. [Eyeing SIR FLETCHER reprovingly.] My brother doesn't interpret me correctly. Er-as I have told you, it is a fancy of mine -to meet Mr. Allingham. OLIVE. Just to make his acquaintance? MRS. CLOYS. [Steadily.] Just to make his acquaintance. JOHN. [Uncomfortably.] Very pleased-very gratifiedOLIVE. [With a hard smile.] This is rather an odd hour for such a call, THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 161 MRS. CLOYS. It would have been earlier but for a little difficulty in discovering Mr. Allingham's whereabouts. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Genially.] When ladies have fancies they don't study the hour before indulging them. OLIVE. I am afraid it is so, in your family, Sir Fletcher. [MRS. CLOYS makes a movement, but restrains herself. JOHN. [ In a low voice.] Olive-! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Er-the fact is, my sister shares with me the Lavater-like faculty for judging character at sight. OLIVE. Judging character by face, manner? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Yes. I possess it in a remarkable degree. I rememberL 162 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. [To MRS. CLOYS.] Oh, I see! You are here to-to form an impression of Mr. Allingham? MRS. CLOYS. Sir Fletcher a little exaggerates my powers; but I confess I am, like many people, very sensitive to receiving impressions through such mediums. OLIVE. I hope your impressions of my husband will be to his advantage. MRS. CIOYS. [Looking at JOHN.] I think I may say at once that they are not unfavourable. OLIVE. Because the necessity you find for estimating my husband's character shows-you know what it shows? MRS. CLOYS. Mrs. Allingham-? OLIVE. It shows, obviously, that if you are uncertain as THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 163 to my husband's innocence, you must be equally doubtful of the innocence of your niece, Mrs. Fraser. MRS. CLOYS. [Rising.] I-I beg that you will not put such a construction on what I have saidOLIVE. [Rising.] What other construction-? JOHN. Olive, you are not keeping your promise OLIVE. [Passionately.] I will keep my promise when I am treated openly and fairly. [Walking away.] I feel something is going on here that I don't understand, that I am not allowed to understand. JOHN. [To MRS. CLOYS and SIa FLETCHER.] I am extrenmely sorry. But my wife is very fatigued and unstrung to-night 164 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Quite so, quite so.. We are most inconsiderate, Harriet. Come-come; another timeOLIVE. [Turning.] No, no! Mrs. CloysMRs. CLOYS. [Facing OLIVE firmly.] Mrs. Allingham, I think, when we look back upon this evening, that you and I will be able to congratulate ourselves upon a considerable exercise of politeness. But there are signs that neither of us is equal to a prolonged strain. OLIVE. I beg your pardon; I will be patient. You need have no misgivings on my account. MRS. CLOYS. [Formidably.] Perhaps not; but I am beginning to be acutely conscious of my own weakness. [Looking round.] Fletcher - THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 165 OLIVE. [Angrily.] Oh, oh! [She paces the room; JOHN joins her, and is seen expostulating. MRS. CLOYS joins SIR FLETCHER. JOHN. Olive, Olive, be reasonable! OLIVE. I will be, when you and your friends are honest with me. [She leaves him, as QUAIFE enters with a note upon a salver. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Looking at his watch.] Oh, Allingham, the hotel people were to send a carriage up for us; perhaps you'll get your servantJOHN. Certainly. [To QUAIFE.] Quaife-what's that? [Upon entering, QUAIFE has encountered MRS. ALLINGHAM; her eyes fall upon the letter on the salver. 166 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. [Under her breath, staring at the letter.] Ah-h-h! QUAIFE. Ma'am? OLIVE. [Drawing back and speaking to QUAIFE.] Well, give it to Mr. Allingham. QUAIFE. A boy has brought this, sir-waiting for an answer. [JOHN is about to take the letter; when he sees the writing upon the envelope he hesitatesfor a moment and draws his hand back; then he picks up the letter deliberately. JOHN. [To QUAIFE, calmly.] Wait; I'll ring. [QUAIFE retires. OLIVE. [Pointing to the letter.] Isn't that letter from Mrs. Fraser? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. [After opening the letter.] Yes. [He reads the letter to himself.] Poor little lady! This is bad news. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Agitatedly.] Really, Mr. Allingham, really? JOHN. Don't you know? She has left her husband. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Er-yes, sir, we do know it-certainly we know it. I was almost the last person she spoke to before she quitted her mother's house. She is deeply attached to me. [Buttoning his coat.] Where is she? Where is she? JOHN. I gather she is waiting not very far from this house OLIVE. [Breathlessly.] Waiting-! JOHN. She-she wishes to see me. 168 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. [In a low voice.] Oh, yes. [Sitting, her hands tightly gripped together.] Oh, yes. JOHN. [Going to her and handing her the letter.] Read it, please, Olive. OLIVE. After a pause, holding the letter between her finger and thumb, reading.] " Station Hotel, Epsom. My dear old Jack "- [Hastily returning the letter to JOHN, with a shudder.] Take it from me! JOHN. [Reading aloud.] " My dear old Jack "-[looking round, simply]-we have known each other many years-[reading]--" oh! I have had such a job to find you. I shall plant myself at some quiet spot near your cottage and get a messenger to bring this to you. The messenger will show you where I am, if you will only consent to see me for a few moments on-[looking round]-on a matter of business." [Mas. CLOYS, concealed from the others by SIm FLETCHER, sinks on to the settee. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 169 SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Ha, a matter of business! Of course, a matter of business. JOHN. [Resuming.] " I have left my husband. He turned against me at the end and crushed my one hope of being able to whitewash myself." The cur! [Resuming.] "Am off to Paris the first thing in the morning. Very likely this is the last chance you will ever have of a word with your poor little friend, Theo." [To SIR FLETCHER.] Sir Fletcher, I congratulate you on finding your niece; please tell her that it is impossible for me to grant her request, OLIVE. [Calmly.] Oh, but wait. [Rising.] Surely it would be rather uncivil to refuse what Mrs. Fraser asks. MRS. CLOYS. [Rising.] I can be trusted to explainOLIVE. But she is apparently in need of some business service which my husband can render her. 170 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. CLOYS. Now that she is again in the hands of her relatives there can be no necessity for troubling Mr. Allingham. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Not the slightest; not the slightest. OLIVE. Perhaps not. But before such a very curt message is sent to Mrs. Fraser, will you do me the favour of letting me have two or three minutes' conversation with my husband alone? MRS. CLOYS. I-I am anxious to go to my niece. OLIVE. Two minutes. Please, John. [JOHN goes to the dining-room door and opens it. After a moment's hesitation, MRS. CLOYS goes to the door. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 171 MRS. CLOYS. [Turning.] I beg that I may not be detained longer. [She passes out; JOHN follows her, leaving the door open. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Standing over CLAUDE, shaking him.] Wake up, sir! wake up! CLAUDE. [Waking.] What is it? eh? [Rising.] Hullo, Uncle! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. You've been sleeping, sir; your manners are appalling. CLAUDE. [Stupidly.] Where's aunt? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Leading him towards the door.] In the next room. Come, sir! You are deficient in tact, delicacy-- [JOHN re-enters. SIR FLETCHER passes him and goes out. 172 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT CLAUDE. [As he passes JOHN.] The dining-room? JOHN. [To CLAUDE.] I shan't keep you more than a minute or two. CLAUDE. [In the doorway, turning to JOHN.] Allingham, of course you and I can never again be the same to each other as we have been in the past; but may I take the liberty of foraging for a piece of cake? JOHN. [Laying a hand on his shoulder.] Certainly. [CLAUDE goes olt; JOHN closes the door and turns to OLIVE. OLIVE. [Facing him.] Well? JOHN. [Advancing to her.] Well? OLIVE. Oh, could anything be clearer? It's easy enough THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 173 now to see through the twaddle these people have been talking! Mrs. Fraser runs away from her husband, who believes her guilty; her relatives go in pursuit; they look for her and find her-where? JOHN. Her relations chance to be here when Mrs. Fraser sends for meOLIVE. [Mockingly.] Yes! JOHN. [Referring to the letter.] Desiring to see me " for a few moments, upon a matter of business." That is all that can be made of it. OLIVE. A matter of business! JOHN. This letter is not quite ingenuous, you infer. OLIVE. You've caught the tone of the lawyers exactly. ,74 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. [Hotly.] "A matter of business" is a lie, you mean? OLIVE. Her arrival to-night is a remarkable coincidence. JOHN. A perfectly natural one. OLIVE. Why are you so eager, then, to avoid granting her the interview she asks for? JOHN. EagerOLIVE. You send word to her that it's impossible. JOHN. Don't you make it impossible? OLIVE. No, I do not; I do not. I want you to meet her to-night; you've heard me say I wish it. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. You mean that? OLIVE. If ever I meant anything in my life. JOHN. 175 [Referring to the letter.] "I shall plant myself at some quiet spot near your cottage- " OLIVE. Ah, no! never mind the quiet spot near the cottage. Why can't you have your business interview here? JOHN. Here? OLIVE. [In a low voice, her head drooping.] Where we are now, while I-[glancing towards the library]-while I take my place in there? [There is a pause; he stands looking at her for a moment silently. 176 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. And this is how you propose to carry out your undertaking to make amends to Mrs. Fraser? [He turns away from her. OLIVE. Everything is altered since-sinceJOHN. Since we were reconciled! reconciled! OLIVE. Since I promised to aid Mrs. Fraser. The arrival of these people-that letter-has undone everything. [Throwing herself upon the settee despairingly.] Oh, they knew well enough where their bird would fly to! [Burying her face in thepillows.] Oh, John, you'll kill me! JOHN. Ha! and so you would like to try Mrs. Fraser twice in one day! And there would be no mistake this time, no doubt whatever! Innocent or Guiltyguilty for choice! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 177 OLIVE. No, no, innocent. But I want to be satisfied. Only satisfy me? JOHN. Satisfy you! My heavens! OLIvE. Satisfy me! satisfy me! JOHN. And what a model judge of this lady you would make, of any woman you are jealous of! How scrupulously fair! how impartial! how - OLIVE. I would be just, John; I would be! JOHN. [Savagely taking a cigarette fr'om the box on the table and sticking it between his teeth.] Women of your temperament detect a leer in the smile of a wax doll. OLIVE. I give you my word that I will make every allowM 178 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT ance for you both, if you will let me hear you together. You are old friends-" chums" was her expression for it in the witness-box to-day-and you are Jack and Theo to each other, naturally; I am prepared for all that kind of thing. She can kiss you good-bye when she parts from you-[beating her brow]-I can comprehend even that. Only-only let me be satisfied by her general tone and bearing, by that unmistakable ring in the voice, that she has never been the arrant little profligate I once thought her. [JOHN is now sitting staring at the carpet and chewing the end of his cigarette. JOHN. Supposing I- consented, and you were-satisfied-? OLIVE. [Rising and speaking earnestly and rapidly.] We are in June; I would have her to stay with me. My friends, her own friends, should see that we were close companions. She should go everywhere with me; my arm should always be through hers. I would get a crowd together; she should receive my guests with me. Oh, by Goodwood week her repu THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 179 tation should be as sound as any woman's in England! Come! think of the dreadful days and nights she's given me, whether she's good or bad! Come! wouldn't that be generous? JOHN. [In a low voice.] Look here! you would swear to me you'd never use against her anything that might arise during our meeting--I mean anything that your cursed jealousy could twist into harm? OLIVE. Solemnly. If she proclaimed herself openly in this * room to be your-[with a stamp oj the foot he rises]she should go scot-free, for me. If she behaved as an innocent woman, she might walk over me in the future, trample on me; I'd be a slave to her. Only satisfy me! [He goes to the writing-table, and rapidly scribbles a note. She watches him with eager eyes. When he has finished writing, he takes an envelope, rises, comes to OLIVE, and holds the note up before her. 18o THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. "Come to the cottage.-J. A." [Sheeinclines her head. le touches the bell-press. Then he encloses the note in the envelope, which he fastens, and hands to OLIVE. OLIVE. Why? JOHN. Take it. [She takes it wonderingly.] I have met your demands so far. Now, if you wish to do a womanly thing, you'll throw that on the fire. [QUAIFE enters; OLIVE stands staring before her. Speaking in measured tones, keeping his eyes on OLIVE.] Quaife, the note which Mrs. Allingham will give you is for the messenger. QUAIFE. Yes, sir. JOHN. If a lady arrives, ask her to sit down in the cardroom; let me know when she comes. I am alone, should the lady make any inquiries. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT QUAIFE. Very good, sir. JOHN. Olive, Quaife is waiting for the note. [There is a pause; then OLIVE turns suddenly and hands QUAIFE the note. He goes out. There is another pause.] And after this-after this!-you and I! Upon what terms do you imagine you and I will be after this? OLIVE. Oh, if she comes out of it well, I will be so good to herJOHN. [Contemptuously.] Ah--- OLIVE. [Clutching his arm.] I will make you forgive me for it; I will make you! [He releases himself from her, almost roughly, and moves away, turning his back upon her.] Of course, you will not mention to Mrs. Fraser that you and I are in any way-in any way-? JOHN. Reconciled! [Sitting on the settee, laughing wildly.] Ha, h haha-! [Turning to her.] Why not? 182 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. Naturally, she wouldn't open her lips to you at all if you did. JOHN. [Waving her away.] Faugh! OLIVE. [Her hand to her brow.] You are-very-polite[She walks slowly and painfully towards the steps, pausing in her walk, and referring to her watch.] John, when the talk between you and Mrs. Fraser has-gone far enough, I will strike ten on the bell of the little clock in here. You understand? JOHN. When you are satisfied! OLIVE. [73eginning to ascend the steps, with the aid of the balustrade.] When I am satisfied. JOHN. Olive-! [She stops.] It's not too late now for us to think better of playing this infernally mean trick upon her. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 183 OLIVE. [Steadily, in a low hard voice.] Why, nothing can arise, during this interview, injurious, in the mind of any fair person, to Mrs. Fraser's reputation? JOHN. [Starting to hisfeet.] Nothing! nothing! OLIVE Then I am clearly serving Mrs. Fraser's interests by what I am doing. [She disappears into the library. After a brief pause, JOHN hastily goes to the dining-room door, and opens it slightly. JOHN. Mrs. Cloys! Mrs. Cloys! MRS. CLOYS. [From the dining-room.] Yes. JOHN. Let me speak to you? [MRs. CLOYS enters; he closes the door sharply, speaking hurriedly and excitedly.] I-I have altered my mind about meeting Mrs. Fraser 184 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. CLOYS. Altered your mind-? JOHN. I have sent a note to her by her messenger asking her to see me here. MRs. CLOYS. Mr. Allingham, I protest against this as quite unnecessary. JOHN Pardon me. [Producing THEOPHILA'S letter, and speaking disjointedly, uneasily.] On-on consideration, it seems to me that-that-for everybody's sake, I have to satisfy my wife that Mrs. Fraser's presence is due solely to the most innocent causes. MRS. CLOYS. Mrs. Allingham has, I take it, arrived at certain conclusions as to the motive of my visit? JOHN. She has. MRS. CLOYS. And now, Theophila following upon our heels-? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 185 JOHN. It is a most unfortunate accidentMRS. CLOYS. [Eyeing him penetratingly.] Mr. Allingham, you have no doubt whatever of the absolute genuineness of my niece's excuse for calling upon you? JOHN. Oh, Mrs. Cloys-! MRS. CLOYS. LSitting.] Yes, I admit that I came here to-night to ask you to pledge your word to us that Theo should run no further risk from her-her acquaintanceship with you; to entreat you, if she should be so base, so abandoned JOHN. You mean you thought it possible, probable, that this lady had run away from her husband and friends with the deliberate intention of joining me-me! [MRs. CLOYS covers her eyes with her handkerchief.] Great Heaven, I suppose there is no living soul who will believe in an honest friendship between a young man and a young woman! 186 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. CLOYS. There are certain rules for the conduct of friendship, Mr. Allingham JOHN. [Excitedly.] Rules! The world is getting choked with rules for the conduct of everything and every body! What's the matter with the world that a woman has to lose her character and paint her face before she is entitled to tell a man her troubles, and hear his in return, across a dying fire, by lamplight, when the streets are still and a few words of sympathy and encouragement stir one like a sudden peal of bells-? [He stands by the fire, bowing his head upon the mantelpiece. MRS. CLOYS. [Looking at him, and speaking in a low voice.] Ah! a dying fire, the lamplight, the still streets! The world is what it is, Mr. Allingham. JOHN. Yes, and it's a damnable world! [QUAIFE enters. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUB7T 187 QUAIFE. The lady has arrived, sir. [MRS. CLOYS rises. JOHN. [To QUAIFE.] When I ring, show her in here. [QUAIFE withdraws. MRS. CLOYS. [Agitatedly.] Mr. Allingham, you will not let Theo slip through my fingers; you won't let her escape me-? [Looking at him.] Oh, I will trust you so far. JOHN. You may. I only ask you to allow me to have my interview with Mrs. Fraser undisturbed. MRS. OLOYS. Ah, if you knew how I hate the idea of this meeting between you two! [Turning sharply.] I've a feeling that something evil is going to result from it-! JOHN. I can only repeat, you're wrong in what you think of me-[turning away]-wrong, every one of you. r88 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. CLOYS. [Coming to him, her manner gradually changing to harshness, almost to violence.] Well, understand me, Mr. Allingham! I'm inclined to-to half-believe in you; you've an honest face and air-not that those things count for much; but understand me: if you bring, in any shape or form, further harm to her-! JOHN. [Indignantly.] What further harm can I bring to her? You find me here with my wife-! MRS. CLOYS. Sir, you had a wife round the corner when you were engaged in destroying my niece's reputation in Lennox Gardens! [Recovering her composure.] But enough of that. [Calmly, amiably.] We do understand one another, do we not? JOHN. [Shortly.] Oh, perfectly. MRS. CLOYS. That's right. [Arranging her bonnet-strings, which THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 189 have become slightly disordered.] Excuse me for breaking out in this fashion. [She goes to the door, he following her. At the door she turns to him with grave dignity.] I'm afraid I've impressed you as being rather a tigress. [She goes out. He closes the door after her and stands staring at the ground for a moment; then he gently turns the key in the lock and carqeflly draws the portiere across the door. Hle is about to put his finger upon the bellpress when he pauses. JOHN. [In a low voice.] Olive. Olive. I have not yet rung the bell. Do you stop me? [A pause.] Won't you stop me? [He waits; there is no answer; with an angry gesture he rings the bell. After a brief pause QUAIFE enters; THEOPHILA follows. She is dressed as in the previous Act, but is now thickly veiled. QUAIFE gives a puzzled look round the room and withdraws. THEOPIILA. [Advancing and speaking in a weak, plaintive voice.] 190 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT Oh, Jack-! [They shake hands, but in a constrained, rather formal way.] Of course, we could have had our talk very well in the lane; but it's kind and considerate of you to ask me in. JOHN. Oh, not in the least. [Confusedly.] I-er-I-Do sit down. [She looks at him, expecting him to find her a chair. In the end, after a little uncertainty, she seats herself on the right of the table. In the meantime he ascertains that the door by which THEOPHILA has entered is closed. THEOPHILA. [Lifting her veil.] I'm afraid you're a little angry with me for hunting you up. JOHN. Angry? Why should I be angry? THEOPHILA. Well, I suppose it is another-what d'ye call it?injudicious act on my part. But it seemed to me, if THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 191 I thought about it at all, that we came so badly out of it to-day, that nothing matters much now. At any rate, my character's gone. JOHN. [Advancing a step or two, but avoiding her eye.] No, noTHEOPHILA. Oh, isn't it? And yours has gone too, Jack; only a man gets on comfortably without one. [Facing him, her elbows on the table.] Well, what do you think of my news 7 JOHN. [Looking at her, startled.] By Jove, how dreadfully white you are! THEOPHILA. [With a nod and a smile.] The looks have gone with the character-[putting her hands over her face]both departed finally. JOHN. [Coming a little nearer to her.] Er-when you've had a little rest you will see everything in a brighter light 192 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THEOPHILA. I should have kept my appearance a good many years, being fair and small. [Removing her handslooking up at him.] You used to tell me I should last pretty till I'm forty-five. Do you remember? [His jaw drops a little, and he stares at her without replying.] Do you remember? JOHN. [Moving away.] Oh-er-yesTHEOPHILA. Is there anything wrong with you, Jack? JOHN. Wrong-with me? No. [She shifts to the other side of the table, to be nearer to him. He eyes her askance. THEOPHILA. Why don't you tell me what you think of my news? JOHN. Your news? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT '9 193 THEOPHILA. [Impatiently.] You've read my letter, Jack. I'm a -what am I?-a single woman again; a sort of widow. JOHN. You are acting too hastily; you're simply carried away by a rush of indignation. Perhaps matters can be arranged, patched up. You mustn't be allowed toTHEOPHILA. Arranged! patched up!1 You don't realise what you're proposing! You wouldn't make such a suggestion if you had been a fly on the wall this afternoon while Mr. Fraser and I were-having a little talk. [Struggling to keep back her tears.] Alec-my husband-he was very much in love with me at one time! I never doubted that he would stand by me through thick and thin. He has done so pretty well, up till to-day, up till the trial, and then, suddenly, he-he [She produces her handkerchief, rises, then moves away abruptly, and stands, with her back to JOHN, crying. )94 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. [Turning to the fire.] Mr. Fraser was taken aback, flabbergasted, I expect, by the tone adopted by the judge to-day; there's that poor excuse for him. But a little reflection will soonTHEOPHILA. [Drying her eyes.] Oh, don't prose, Jack! [Turning.] On the whole, I think it's better that he and I have at last managed to find out where we are. JOHN. [Turning to her.] Where you are? THEOPHILA. You know, there's always a moment in the lives of a man and woman who are tied to each other when the man has a chance of making the woman really, really, his own property. It's only a moment; if he let's the chance slip, it's gone-it never comes back. I fancy my husband had his chance to-day. If he had just put his hand on my shoulder this afternoon and said, '"You fool, you don't deserve it, for your stupidity, but I'll try to save you- "; if he had said something, anything, of that kind to me, I think THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 195 I could have gone down on my knees to him and[Coming to JOHN excitedly.] But he stared at the carpet, and held on to his head, and moaned out that he must have time, time! Time! Oh, he was my one bit of rock! [Throwing herself into a chair on the right.] If he'd only mercifully stuck to me for a few months-three months-two-for a month--! JOHN. [Going to her slowly and deliberately, and standing by her.] Mrs. Fraser. [She looks up at him surprised. Of course, whatever future is in store for you, nothing -no luck, no happy times-can ever pay 'you back for the distress of mind you've gone through. THEOPHILA. Nothing, Jack-Mr. Allingham. [Her hand to her brow.] Oh, nobody knows! Oh, Jack, some nightssome nights-I've said my prayers. JOHN. I've found myself doing that too-in hansoms, or walking along the street. THEOPHILA, Praying for me? 196 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. [Nervously.] Y-yes. THEOPHILA. Oh, don't make me cry again! Oh, my head! oh, don't let me cry any more-! JOHN. Hush, hush, hush! What I want to say is this. You knew young Goodhew? THEOPHILA. Charley Goodhew-the boy baccarat? JOHN. He didn't; he was innocent. that cheated at THEOPHILA. I'm sure he was, poor fellow. JOHN. Well, he told me, one day in Brussels, that he managed to take all the sting out of his punishment by continually reminding himself that it was un THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 197 deserved, that there wasn't a shadow of justification for it. I suppose it would be the same with a woman who-who gets into a scrape; an innocent woman? THEOPHILA. It's good, under such circumstances, if you can feel a bit of a martyr, you mean? JOHN. That's it. So, in the future, you must never tire of reminding yourself of the utter harmlessness of those hours we used to spend together in Lennox Gardens. THEOPHILA. They were harmless enough, God knows. JOHN. [Earnestly, eagerly.] God knows. THEOPHILA. And they were awfully jolly, too. JOHN. [Blankly, his voice dropping.] Jolly -? 198 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THEOPHILA. You know-cosy, comforting. JOHN. Yes, yes-comforting. It was the one thing that kept me together during those shocking Pont Street days of mine. THEOPHILA. Our friendship? JOHN. Our friendship. When I was in the deepest misery, the thought would come to me: " Well, 1 shall see my little friend to-day or to-morrow." And then I'd go through our meeting as I supposed it would be-as it always wasTHEOPHILA. "'Ullo, Jack! good morning-or good evening. Oh, my dear boy, you're in trouble again, I'm afraid!" JOHN. "Dreadfully. I shall go mad, I believe-or drink." THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 199 THEOPHILA. " Mad-drink; not you. Sit down and tell me all about it." JOHN. And so on. THEOPBILA. And so on. I had my miseries too. JOHN. Yes, you had your, miseries too. THEOPHILA. And then you invariably came out piece of oracular advice of yours. with that one JOHN. Ah, yes. "Don't fret; it'll be all the same a hundred years hence." THEOPHILA. "Which you couldn't act upon, yourself. How vexed it used to make me-and the ponderous way you said it! 200 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. Well, it was a good, helpful friendship to me. THEOPHILA. And to me. JOHN. [Standing a little behind her; speaking calmly, but watching her eagerly.] Because, all the while, there was never one single thought of anything but friendship on either side. THEOPHILA. Why, of course not, Jack. JOHN. You'd have detected it in me, if there had been? THEOPHILA. Trust a woman for that. JOHN. And if you had for a moment fancied that I was losing sight of mere friendship-? THEOPHILA. You! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 201 JOHN. What would you have done? THEOPHILA. Oh, one day, the usual headache; not at home the next-the proper thing. But, Jack dear, I never felt the slightest fear of you-and that's what makes an end like this so cruel, so intolerably cruel. JOHN. Never felt the slightest fear of me-- THEOPHILA. No, never; oh, of course, a woman can tell. Somehow, I knew-I knew' you couldn't be a blackguard. JOHN. [About to seize her hand, but restraining himself.] God bless you! God bless you! [He walks away and pokes the fire vigorously, hitting the coal triumphantly.] Ah, ha, ha! [Turning to THEOPHILA.] I beg your pardon; you're in the most uncomfortable chair in the room. [She rises and crosses the room. 202 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. [Arranging the pillows on the settee.] You must be so weary, too. I'm confoundedly stupid and forgetful to-night. THEOPHILA. [Sitting on the settee.] Fancy! a fire in June! JOHN. [Walking about elatedly, dividing his glances between THEOPHILA and the library.] I love to see a fire. THEOPHILA. [Suddenly.] Of course. [Dropping her voice.] I remember. [He stops, staring at her.] Do you recollect? [Steadily gazing into the fire.] That night when we were sitting over the fire in that little room in Lennox Gardens JOHN. [Hastily.] Oh, yes, yesTHEOPHILA. " I shall always burn a fire, Theo," you said, " to bring back these nights, these soothing, precious talks in the quiet hours. Wherever I may be, I shall only THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 203 have to light my fire to hear you and to see you-to see you sitting facing me-- " JOHN. Ah, that evening-yes, I was terribly-terribly down that evening [Wiping his brow.] By-the-bye, we-we mustn't neglect the-the-the matter of business-the little matter of business THEOPHILA. [Rousing herself.] Matter of--? JOHN. The matter of business you mention in your letterTHEOPHILA. [Rising.] Oh, yes. [Sitting on the left of the centre table.] Jack, I-I do hope you won't hate me for asking you. You see, if I went to any one else, I should run a chance of having all my arrangements upset. I -I want to borrow a little moneyJOHN. Ah, yes, certainly-anything-I shall be most happy 204 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THEOPHILA. This is exactly how I am placed. Mr. Fraser wanted to hurry me off abroad-ah! that's done with. Instead of that, you see, I've taken my travels and my future" into my own hands. I've telegraphed to Emily Graveney, who was at Madame MacDonnell's with us girls in the Rue D'Audiffret-Pasquier. Emily is teaching in Paris now-I hardly know how she scrapes along; she'll be mad with delight to have my companionship. But till the lawyers settle my position precisely as regards Mr. Fraser, I'm practically broke, penniless. It's a little ready-money I want. JOHN. [Who has seated himself at the right of the table while THEOPHILA has been talking.] You have only to. tell me how much THEOPHILA. Well, I think I could tide over with fifty pounds. I'm afraid you haven't got it in the house, though. I don't want a cheque. JOHN. [Taking out his keys and going to a table.] I believe I can just make it up- [He opens a drawer in the THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 205 writing-table, finds some bank-notes, counts them, then empties his sovereign-purse and screws the gold up in the notes.] Within a poundTHEOPHILA. That's of no consequence. [Rising.] I'm awfully obliged to you; I knew you would-I-I[He returns to her, and finds her clutching the table unsteadily. JOHN. [Placing the money on the table.] What's the matter? THEOPHILA. Nothing. [Sinking back into the chair, with closed eyes.] I shall be all right in a minute. [lIe brings her a glass of water, and places it to her lips. She sips the water for a little while, then gives a sigh. JOHN. Better? THEOPHILA, I think so, 206 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. When did you last eat? [She shakes her head feebly. He puts the glass of water aside and fetches the biscuits.] Get two or three of these down. Cometry--! THEOPHILA. [Taking a biscuit.] Thank you. [He places the biscuits on the table by her side, and goes back to the other table. JOHN. A glass of this champagne would pull you together. THEOPHILA. [Nibbling the biscuit, her eyes still closed.] Would it? [He brings the decanter of champagne and a small tumbler. She, speaking faintly, and opening her eyes.] Oh, do let me off this, Jack. JOHN. [Pouring out some champagne.] No, no; stick to it -do. THEOPHILA. [Watching him.] That looks nice. [She puts the THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 207 remains of her biscuit on the table and stretches out her hand for the wine. He gives it to her; she drinks.] Oh! oh! oh-h-h-h! [There is a pause; then she shakes herself, looks up at him, and breaks into a low, childlike little laugh.] Ha! ha, ha, ha! I'd nearly gone, hadn't I I [Emptying her glass.] Oh! oh!.... Fetch yourself a glass, and we'll drink luck to each other. Then I really must be off. The porter said the trains run every-every what was it? [He brings a glass, which she fills, speaking animatedly.] A tumbler! oh, fie! [Filling her own glass.] Oh, mine's a tumbler too! [Nodding to him.] Ourselves! [Touching his glass with hers.] Our two poor unfortunate selves! [They drink.] Ha! I don't care! do you? JOHN. Care-? THEOPHILA. A hang. For anything; for what the judge said; for what people think. Puh. Here's to our friend, the judge---! [Drinking, nearly emptying her glass.] I hope his wife's a cat who leads him a-! [Jumpinj up suddenly, her eyes dilating, holding her glass high in the air.] Happiness and prosperity to Mr. Fraser! [Loudly.] Mr. Fraser! 208 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. Sssh! oh, hush! THEOPHILA. Fraser of Locheen! [She goes to the fireplace and flings the contents of her glass into the grate.] Ha! well, that's throwing good stuff after poor, isn't it? [She places her glass on the table; the cigarette box is open; she takes a cigarette.] The old sort? JOHN. [Quickly.] No, noTHEOPHILA. [Striking a match.] Only a whiff. [Lighting her cigarette.] Sure I'm not in the way, Jack, if I rest here a minute or two longer? JOHN. [With a glance at the library.] C-certainly not. THEOPHILA. [Throwing herself upon the settee in a careless attitude, smoking.] Oh, thank God for this rest! [Looking round.] So this is the little place you used to tell me about THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 209 JOHN. [Standing, watching her, apprehensively.] Ur-- THEOPHILA. Phew! Your fire's all right to look at--! [She removes her cape from her shoulders and flings it away from her; he picks it up, and places it over the back of a chair.] Never mind that rag. Are you likely to be in Paris? JOHN. I-I'm not fond of Paris. THEOPHILA. [Jumping up, and speaking volubly, excitedly, boisterously.] \Suppose that wire don't find Emily, and she doesn't meet me at the Nord to-morrow night. Ugh! cheerful! She may be dead. No, no; not Emily. Poor old Emily! Be sure you look me up if you should pass through. Rue Poissonnibre, 18. You're bound to be rambling soon. How lucky a man is! Does just as he chooses. Good chap, So-and-soawfully rackety-but the world would be a dooced deal livelier if there were more like him! That's what they all say of a man!.... phew!... [As she rattles 0 210 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT on, she takes off her bonnet and clears her hair from her brow.] But a woman! Well, look at me. Not that anybody will look at me, in Paris or elsewhere. I used to know several smart people in Paris! Now! Oh, my stars, won't they stalk distant objects when they see me coming along! [Angrily.] Ah, a gay time I shall have of it, shut up with Emily Graveney, with her red nose, and her poor, narrow chest, and her perpetual sniffle! [She flings away her cigarette. Her hair is disordered, her breath comes quickly, there is a wild look in her eyes. Her bonnet falls to the floor. He paces the room distractedly.] By Jove, I won't have a dull time though! I shall only hang out with Emily long enough just to turn round. Then I'll take a little appartement of my own. Uncle Fletcher will make me an allowance; I won't touch a penny of--puh-his money. I'll let the world see how happy I am without the character I've been robbed of! Yes, robbed of! [Laughing noisily.] Ha, ha,ha! [Snapping her fingers.] Pish! I shall burst out laughing in the face of the whole world, Jack-put my tongue out at the world, your wife, my husband! After the solemn farce we've all gone through. [Between her teeth.] Y-y-yes, they shall have a pretty picture in their minds of me, t'other side of the Channel, with my finger to my nose like THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 211 a cheeky urchin! Oh, my heavens, how I hate 'em -hate 'em-hate 'em! JOHN. Mrs. Fraser! Mrs. Fraser! THEOPHILA. Oh, the devilish injustice of it! To think that we're still married, Jack-you and I! Hah! the mockery! To think that we wander about the world still with our owner's marks branded upon us! Ha, ha! I believe I've an " F " branded upon my shoulder-burnt in! [Running to him.] Oh, I won't bear it! I can't bear it! JOHN. Hush, hush! THEOPHILA. I shall go mad if I can't pay out that wife of yours! [Shrilly.] She's ruined me! I will be even with her! JOHN. Hush-! THEOPHILA. And with him!-that fish!-that cold, flapping 212 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT fish! [Clinging to him, suddenly.] Jack-! I wouldn't bore you! I wouldn't bore you, Jack-! JOHN. Bore me! THEOPHILA. Ah-h-h-h! take me away! Let's you and I go together-! JOHN. [Putting his hand over her mouth.] Ah, for God's sake-! [The clock in the library is heard to strike.] It's too late! too late! THEOPHILA. [Drawing back, looking into his face.] Too late--? [There is a sharp knocking at the dining-room door.] What's that? [The knocking is repeated.] Who is it? JOHN. Mrs. Cloys is here. THEOPHILA. [Her hand to her brow.] Mrs. Cloys-aunt-! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 213 JOHN. Mrs. Cloys, Sir Fletcher, and your brother were with me when your note arrived. They want to see you. THEOPHILA. See me-see meJOHN. [Gripping her wrist.] Pull yourself together, Mrs. Fraser- [The knocking is again heard. JOHN goes to the door. THEOPHILA. [In a whisper.] Jack! [He pauses; she seems dazed.] They-they haven't heard-a word of-oh, of what I've said to you? JOHN. Heard-! N-no. Are you ready? [He pulls aside the portiere, unlocks the door, and opens it. MRS. CLOYS enters; SIR FLETCHER and CLAUDE appear in the doorway. MRS. CLOYS. You have tried my patience long enough, Mr. Allingham. [She goes to THEOPHILA; JOHN walks 214 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT away, and stands with his back to those in the room.] Come! you have had ample time for your business interview. [Staring at THEOPHILA.] What's wrong with you? THEOPHILA. [Sinking into a chair.] N-nothing. MRs. CLOYS. Where's your cape-and your bonnet? [THEOPHILA looks round vacantly. SIm FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Cape? cape? Here's a cape. [He hands the cape to MRS. CLOYS; she snatches it from him, and puts it round THEOPHILA'S shoulders. CLAUDE picks up the bonnet, and brings it to MRS. CLOYS, then goes to the upper door, and stands there waiting. MRS. CLOYS. [Raising THEOPHILA.] You are not well; you are ill. Fletcher-! [SIR FLETCHER goes up to the steps leading to the library.] Where are you going? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 215 SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. My hat-- [He pushes the portiere aside, then draws back.] Mrs. Allingham-! [Hesitatingly.] Er-I believe I have left my hat here, Mrs. Allingham. May I---? [He enters the library. THEOPHILA. Mrs. Allingham! Mrs.-Allingham--! MRS. CLOYS. Yes, yes. [SIR FLETCHER comes out of the library, carrying his hat. THEOPHILA. [To MRS. CLOYS.] Mrs. Allingham! his.... wife! MRS. CLOYS. Mr. and Mrs. Allingham have arranged their differences. [Looking from THEOPHILA to JOHN.] Why, don't you know? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Coming down the steps.] Haven't you seen Mrs. Allingham? 216 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THEOPHILA. Seen her-? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. This evening-here-? THEOPHILA. Here! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Your interview with Mr. Allingham has taken place in this room? THEOPHILA. In this room? Yes MRS. CLOYS. Come.--- SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Wait, Harriet, please! Allingham-Mr. Allingham -pardon me for putting such a question: surely you have not allowed-allowed-been a party to--? MRS. CLOYS. Allowed-what? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 217 SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Looking towards the library.] Harriet, you can hear most distinctly, in the libraryMRS. CLOYS. Hear--! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Overhear-certainly, overhear MRS. CLOYS. No, no! [Going to JOHN.] Preposterous! [After a pause.] Mr. Allingham, why should Mrs. Allingham -be there? [JOHN is silent.] What has passed between you and--? Your wife has not beenlistening? JOHN. [Desperately.] Mrs. Fraser-has said-nothing to me that a-a just woman can bring up against her MRS. CLOYS. Listening! 218 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. [Almost inaudibly.] Yes. [Passionately.] But you don't know--! [Calling in a loud voice.] Olive! Olive-! [OLIVE comes out of the library and stands at the top of the steps. THEOPHILA regards her for a moment blankly, then goes to the balustrade, and stares up at her. After a brief pause THEOPHILA joins MRS. CLOYS, but seeing JOHN, she comes unsteadily towards him and looks him in the face. Then as she turns away to MRS. CLOYS, she utters a groan, and tumbles to the floor at JOHN'S feet. END OF THE SECOND ACT. THE THIRD ACT The Scene is the same as in the previous Act, but a few articles of furniture are differently disposed about the room. There is no fire; and flowers decorate the fireplace. The windows are open and the light is that of afine afternoon in summer. FRASER is seated upon the settee. JOHN ALLINGHAM appears in the garden, looks into the room, glares fiercely at FRASER, coughs significantly, and walks away. When JOHN has gone, FRASER, glancing at the window, rises, and, with an angry exclamation, crosses the room. MRS. CLOYS and JUSTINA enter; MRS. CLOYS is dressed as in the previous Acts, but without her bonnet and mantle; JUSTINA is in a bright morning-dress. MRS. CLOYS. [To FRASER.] She insists upon rising; she will see you in a few minutes. 220 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT FRASER. Thank you. MRS. CLOYS. She is excessively weak and shattered; you must remember that. FRASER. Yes, yes. I can never adequately express my gratitudeMRS. CLOYS. [Sitting vpon the settee.] Tsch! JUSTINA. Aunt has been up with her the whole night. MRS. CLOYS. Not alone. Mrs. AllinghamFRASER. Mrs. Allingham-? MRS. CLOYS. Mrs. Allingham begged to be allowed to keep me THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 221 company. There was a little scene between us-but the woman is, to some extent, human, I find. FRASER. Oh, I've no doubt that Mrs. Allingham is ashamed of herselfMRS. CLOYS. I hope we are all ashamed of ourselves. In the end I was far from sorry to have her companionship. Your poor wife didn't come out of her swoon till nearly one o'clock this morning. Then Dr. Erskine went home and Mrs. Allingham and I took our places by the bedside-[to JUSTINA]-till you arrived at breakfast-time, Justina. JUSTINA. [To FRASER.] And I brought old Sarah, who used to maid us girls when Theo was at home; she's dressing her now. FRASER. Mrs. Cloys, pray help me with your advice. MPS. CLOYS. [Bridling.] Oh-h-h--! 222 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT FRASER. No, no-about Mr. Allingham. Ha! of course if we were Frenchmen we should fight a duel JUSTINA. Certainly, my dear Alec, and he would kill you. FRASER. Perhaps; that doesn't follow. JUSTINA. It doesn't follow, because it can't follow. But he would kill you and everybody would say of you, " Serve him right; another unsatisfactory husband disposed of!" And you would be buried, and my sister would be free and would go to Trouville in August in her weeds, and we should all have a splendid time generally. FRASER. [Dryly.] If we were French. JUSTINA. Yes. [Going to the window.] Why aren't we French! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 223 MRS. CLoYs. Justina--! FRASER. [Advancing to MRS. CLOYS, hesitatingly, uncomfbrtably-lowering his voice.] I can't deny that I have behaved in a very poor fashion to Theophila--- JUSTINA. [Looking into the garden.] Deny it! no! FRASER. [Turning to JUSTINA.] Please--! [To MRS. CLOYS.] But you, Mrs. Cloys, have just admitted to me that, up till last night, your feelings towards her were at least as unjust as my own. MRS. CLOYS. Ah, I hope your contrition, now that the facts are known to us, is as sincere and as deep as mine, Mr. Fraser. JUSTINA. Oh, how miserable he looks! 224 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. CLOYS. Who JUSTINA. Jack Allingham. [She goes out, and disappears. FRASER. [Walking about angrily.] There he is again! MRS. CLOYS. He has every right to be here. FRASER. It's in curious taste. MRS. CLOYS. I don't see that. He feels called upon to remain here to protect his wife. He might say, with equal reasonFRASER. Hardly. He can take his wife away, and protect her elsewhere. But I am helpless. You tell me it is a question whether Theophila ought to be moved to-day or not-- " THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 225 MRS. CLOYS. [Referring to her watch.] Dr. Erskine will decide very shortly. FRASER. So, for how long, in heaven's name, am I to endure Mr. Allingham? The fellow puts himself in my way. If I walk in the garden, he appears, indoors, at a window, and coughs in a menacing fashion. When I enter the house the proceedings are but slightly varied-I am inside; Allingham and his cough outside. MRS. CLOYS. I find him a simple-minded, boyish young man. FRASER. [Looking through the balustrade into the library.] Do you? MRS. CLOYS. After all, the conspiracy he assisted at-for which I can never forgive him-was carried out, on his part, in perfect good faith to Theophila. FRASER. His share in it is singularly discreditable. P 226 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. CLOYS. [Rising.] You and I must remember that it is through this discreditable act that we are able to do justice to your wife. [JUSTINA re-enters, at the window.] Is Mr. Allingham there? JUSTINA. Yes, aunt. MRS. CLOYS. [To FRASER.] I assume you are anxious to avoid any open quarrel with Mr. Allingham? FRASER. I simply wish to get my sick wife away as speedily and as peacefully as pcssible, and then to forget this gentleman-and his cough. [MRs. CLOYS goes out at the window and disappears.] Justina, surely youyou-resent this new attitude of Mrs. Allingham's? For months and months she is your sister's bitter, determined enemy; then suddenly she is allowed to sit up all night, nursing her! JUSTINA. You wouldn't grudge the woman her little bit of THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 227 practical repentance? If ever I go in for repentance, let nobody try to do me out of it! FRASER. [Impatiently.] Repentance--! JUSTINA. [Sitting on the arm of a chair.] Oh, Olive Allingham didn't have too gay a time of it last night, take my word for it. When Theo came-to, aunt tells me, her poor, overwrought brain wandered for an hour or so; that wasn't over-pleasant for Mrs. A. Theo went through the whole business from beginning to end, breaking off occasionally to say her prayers-praying that the case might end in her favour, and that the season's invitations would flow in as usual. Sometimes she'd stop in the middle of it, and call out that she couldn't pray well while that creature was in the next room listening. Luckily, she fell into a heavy sleep, at about half-past two, and didn't wake till just as I turned up in response to a-unt's telegram. But what a bad hour or two it must have been for Mrs. A.! Picture it! The half-darkened room; my little sister tossing about the bed, raving; aunt sitting grimly on one side, with a handkerchief round her head; and 228 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT on the other side, hidden behind the bed-curtains, hardly daring to breathe, that woman, with her white face and her eyes almost out of their sockets! SIR FLETCHER enters, carrying some slips of paper covered with writing. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Allingham has had really a most admirable cold luncheon laid in the dining-room. [To FRASER.] You haven't seen the dining-room? FRASER. [Shortly.] No. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Really a capital lunch. Evidently it is intended that one should wander in and eat a wing of a chicken when one feels inclined. JUSTINA. You have been wandering, uncle, apparently. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. A glass of sherry, merely. No-it is strange and unreasonable that it should be so, but it is so. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 229 JUSTINA. What is so? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Why, one has irather a feeling of constraint in sitting down to Allingham's table-at any rate until matters are in a more settled state. [To FRASER.] You wouldn't care to-to make the plunge? FRASER. Plunge-? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. To break the ice? FRASER. Eat his lunch! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Sitting on the settee and arranging his papers.] No, no; I can quite understandJUSTINA. [Throwing her head back.] Ha! FRASER. [To her, angrily.] I believe you would grin by the side of a grave. 230 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JUSTINA. [Shrugging her shoulders.] Cela depend. FRASER. [Turning away in disgust.] Ah! JUSTINA. [Jumping up.] Oh, I've had my bad days latelyplenty of 'em! This morning the atmosphere's a bit clearer. [Gaily.] Tra, la, la! FRASER. The woman who can laugh under such circumstances JUSTINA. [Turning upon him.] Laugh! My dear Alec, if you had learnt to laugh when you acquired your other accomplishments, you would have been able perhaps to keep my sister out of the Divorce Court. [She goes out. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Fussing with his papers.] Fraser- [FRASER THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 231 comes to him.] When I got to my hotel here last night I jotted down the-the-the leading pointsthe leading featuresFRASER. Leading features-? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Of this awkward affair between you and the AllinghamsFRASER. [Impatiently.] There is now no question between me and the AllinghamsSIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Rising.] My dear Locheen! A lady deliberately stations herself in that room, with the cognizance and approval of her husband, to listen toFRASER. I wish to forget all that occurred last night. It is done with. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Pardon me; it cannot be done with: it ought not to be done with, without the most complete apology 232 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT -I will not, for reasons you will presently appreciate, hint from which side. [Going to FRASER, buttonholing him.] Do you know what has suggested itself to me, Fraser? FRASER. [Releasing himself.] No. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Why, sir, if ever there was a matter for reference, for arbitration, this is one! FRASER, [Between his teeth.] Arbitration-? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Good heavens, when I open my Times in the morning, and glance at the law reports, how often have I occasion to remark, " That scandal might have been averted, and that, and that- " if only the intervention of some cool, level-headed person had been secured, the intervention of some one possessing the rarest of all gifts-the judicial faculty! FRASER. The gift is rare enough upon the bench. People THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 233 shrink from having their concerns adjudicated by a meddlesome amateur. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I sent Claude to town for his mother at ten o'clock this morning. When they arrive, the family will be complete-with the exception of my brother, Thomas Osborne Portwood, who is in Australia; a deplorable case. [Looking about him.] Arbitration dispenses with legal paraphernalia. A table, writing materials, a few chairs arranged-[his eye falling upon a table]-a table. [He moves the table and stands, disposing, by gesture, of an imaginary audience.] Seated here, I should command the room. [Pushing the settee a little farther towards the left.] This thing must be differently placed. Chairs there-and there- [To FRASER.] Locheen, would this be the better room, I wonder, or the library? FRASER. [Who has lapsed into thought, rousing himself.] Eh, for what? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. For the arbitration? [FRASER impatiently starts to his feet as MRS. CLOYS enters at the window with 234 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN.] Oh, Mr. Allingham, if you will give me just a moment or two MRS. CLOYS. [Taking SIR FLETCHER'S arm and drawing him aside.] Not now, Fletcher. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Annoyed.] Harriet--! [SIR FLETCHER and MRS. CLOYS stand outside the window, talking. JoHN comes and faces FRASER. JOHN. [With an efort.] I am sorry to hear, Mr. Fraser, that you have been annoyed, while a visitor at my house, by the persistency of my cough. FRASER. If I could have assured myself, Mr. Allingham, that your cough was a genuine one, it would not, however violent and grave its attacks, have occasioned me the smallest concern. JOHN. I admit the cough was not genuine. I employed THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 23 2,35 it as a sign that I was at hand should you wish to have an explanation with me. FRASER. The invitation might have been more explicitly phrased. JOHN. It was clear enough for most men. At any rate, I hope the invitation is sufficiently plain now. FRASER. Quite. JOHN. You decline it, or accept it? FRASER. If I hesitate, it is because I hardly know in what language you would choose for me to reply. JOHN. Language-? FRASER. Words-or a cough? 236 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. Oh, whichever you find most procrastinating and evasive. FRASER. [Coolly.] I decline your invitation, Mr. Allingham; I have nothing to say to you. JOHN. [ With clenched hands.] Nothing! FRASER. Nothing. JOHN. [Glances at MRS. CLOYS, then advances closely to FRASER and speaks to him in a low voice, beside himself with anger, but betraying nothing by gesture.] Fraser, you are actually responsible for the occurrences of last night. You have never understood your unfortunate wife; but yesterday your behaviour to her was cruel, brutal. I charge you with acting towards her like a brute. FRASER. [Looking at him immovably.] Well? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 237 JOHN. Well-! FRASER. I repeat, I have nothing to say to you, Mr. Allingham. [After a pause, JOHN retreats from FRASER and sits upon the settee, leaning his head upon his hands and uttering a groan. JOHN. Fraser, I promised Mrs. Cloys, out in the garden, just now that I would make an attempt to soften matters between us, and-and-offer you some civility-and so on. I began fairly well-[FRASER bows]-and then the conversation took another line. However[rising, speaking with an efort, not looking at FRASER] -let me say that my house is quite at Mrs. Fraser's disposal-[with a gulp]-and at yours, for as long as she honours me-as you both honour me-by remaining here. [FRASER again bows, JOHN glares at him.] As for ourselves, whenever we encounter each other I will be careful to look in an opposite direction. Perhaps you will be good enough to follow the same course. 238 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT FRASER. It is one that would have suggested itself to me. JUSTINA enters. JUSTINA. Alec, Theo is coming in to see you. [JOHN goes out quickly; JUSTINA speaks to MRS. CLOYS. MRS. CLOYS. [Entering the room and addressing FRASER.] Theo is ready. [MRS. CLOYS goes out as SIR FLETCHER enters the room. JUSTINA. [To him, significantly.] Now, perhaps a little lunch, uncle Fletcher[She goes out by the dining-room door. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [To FRASER.] Of course, my sister Harriet throws cold water upon my proposalFRASER. Proposal-? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 239 SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Arbitration. [FRASER walks away and eyes the upper door anxiously and expectantly.] But when did Harriet fail to throw cold water? I shall sound Allingham and get his views. After all, Harriet is not essential; Harriet is not-- [While speaking he goes to the table, takes up the inkstand and blotting-book and carries them to the other table. FRASER. [To SIR FLETCHER.] Sir Fletcher, Theophila understands that she is to see me here aloneSIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [Abstractedly.] I am off, I am off. [Stopping at the door, looking at the table, and slowly tapping his forehead.] Pens-paper; two p.'s. [He goes out. FRASER comes to the diningroom door, and carefully draws the portiere; then he walks away as MRS. CLOYS enters by the upper door with THEOPHILA leaning upon her arm. THEOPHILA is dressed as in the preceding Acts, but without 240 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT bonnet or cape. MRS. CLOYS places THEOPHILA upon the settee, then goes out at the window, and disappears. FRASER takes a chair and sits. FRASER. You-you are very ill, Theophila? THEOPHILA. [In a low, level, weary voice, her eyes turned Jrom him.] No; I have just escaped being ill, they say. FRASER. I have been out all night, taking steps to find you; your aunt's telegram did not reach me till late this morning. I hurried here directly. THEOPHILA. [Indiferently, her thoughts elsewhere.] Oh? FRASER. I hope they told you so. THEOPHILA. Yes-I think they did. [Rousing herself slightly.] When did you receive the news that I'd-I'd-? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 241 FRASER. That you had-? THEOPHILA. Run away? FRASER. Justina came to Lennox Gardens last night at about half-past six. THEOPHILA. It hadn't struck you as at all likely-? FRASER. No. THEOPHILA. Men don't think on some points, I suppose. C They bit; they never expect to see a bruise. FRASER. The two days we passed in Court, Theophila, set me quite beside myself. I am here to express my deep, my unfeigned regret for my treatment of you. I-I humbly beg your pardon. THEOPHILA. [Looking at him for the first time, in an expressionless way.] You know what happened last night? Q 242 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT FRASER. [With assumed indiference.] Mrs. Cloys-told me -[with a wave of the hand]-oh, yes. THEOPHILA. I asked her to tell you all. She has told you all? FRASER. [Nodding agitatedly.] For God's sake, let us never again refer to the subject. Forget my share of yesterday and I will forget yours. [Moving his chair to the head of the settee, to be nearer to her.] Theophila, everything you planned that we should do to reinstate you shall be done; I am prepared to go in with your schemes, heart and soul; all your suggestions shall be acted upon promptly. THEOPHILA. [Moving away from him; then, after a brief pause.] No, thank you, Alec. FRASER [Staring at her.] No--? THEOPHILA. I'd rather not, now. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 243 FRASER. Why not? THEOPHILA. Things are different. FRASER. In what way? THEOPHILA. I feel very different. When I asked you yesterday afternoon to lend me a helping hand I was asking for my right. It's true we haven't got on well together; you've been in one place, I in another, for more than half our married life. It's true I've been miserable and lonely, and have told my tale often enough to him.-Mr. Allingham. FRASER. [Between his teeth.] Yes, yes. THEOPHILA. But, throughout everything, I've never been disloyal to you; I've always been fair to you when speaking of you behind your back; though I've hated you sometimes, I wouldn't have let a living soul say a word against you in my presence. This is truth! 244 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT truth! Oh, I know I've been vilely brought up! Tina and I are vulgar and slangy, and generally bad form; and we were once what's called "fast," I suppose. But our fastness didn't amount to much; it was only flirting, and giggling, and dodging mother, and getting lost in conservatories and gardens. Oh, what fools girls are! No, till yesterday I've been only silly-silly-nothing but silly-till last night -! till last night-! FRASER. [Rising and pacing the room.] You were no more yourself last night than I was myself yesterday afternoon! THEOPHILA. [Sitting upright.] Who says I was not myself? It was myself, the dregs of myself, that came to the top last night! FRASER. The-the-circumstances-under which you-you behaved as you did THEOPHILA. [Hiding her face in the pillows.] Oh, don't remind me of it! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 245 FRASER. I mean, you were weak-ill-- THEOPHILA. You mean nothing of the sort.... oh-h-h-h, how horrid I must have looked....! FRASER. They were mere words you were speakingTHEOPHILA. It was me-me! FRASER. Surely, if I see no reason why you should not claim my help-? THEOPHILA. I see a reason-that's enough. I repeat, what I asked of you yesterday was my right, my right. But to-day-to-day it would be accepting a favour from youFRASER. Favour! THEOPHILA Favour. A poor, tawdry little thing I've always 246 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT been; but I've been proud-yes, very proud-like every woman who is square and honest. But now- I-! No, if I could pull myself up again, I'd do it, for mother's sake and 'Tina's; but never, never, never, after last night, could I accept a favour from my husband! FRASER. I hear from your aunt that Mrs. Allingham-this man Allingham's wife!-generously offers to take you under her wing. Is it so? THEOPHILA. [Leaning back, her eyes closed.] Aunt brought me a message to that effect from Mrs. Allingham this morning. FRASER. What answer did you send? THEOPHILA. None; I am going to see Mrs. Allingham. FRASER. I think I understand. THEOPHILA. Understand? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 247 FRASER. This lady's proposal is, after all, one worth considering. It would be a double triumph for you to ride back into the shabby little circle you regard as " society " in her coach. It would be a triumph over me in the first place--over me! THEOPHILA. [Opening her eyes and speaking calmly in a subdued voice.] Alee [glancing over her shoulder], is aunt out there? [He goes to the window and looks out. FRASER. Yes. THEOPHILA. Call her, please. [He disappears. She rises feebly, and, with an efort, pushes away the chair FRASER has placed at the head of the settee; then she sinks into it. MRS. CLOYS enters at the window with FRASER, and comes to THEOPHILA. MRS. CLOYS. My dear-? 248 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THEOPHILA. Will you ask Mrs. Allingham to be good enough to come to me? MRS. CLOYS. You are equal to seeing her? THEOPHILA. Yes-at once. MRS. CLOYs. Why are you sitting here? THEOPHILA. [Irritably.] Oh, I am not going to appear quite a wreck before Mrs. Allingham. Find her, aunt. [MRS. CLOYS goes out. FRASER brings a footstool to THEOPHILA and places it under her feet. She nods in acknowledgment. FRASER. [Sarcastically.] You must not forget to thank Mrs. Allingham for taking her place by your bedside all last night. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 249 THEOPHILA. [Indignantly.] Ah, it was shameful of aunt to have allowed that! She hid herself behind the curtains and peeped at me. She saw how ugly I was! I'll never forgive aunt for permitting it! Oh--! FRASER. [Glancing at the door.] Sssh--! [He walks away as OLIVE enters, followed by MRS. CLOYS. OLIVE is dressed as in the previous Act. Upon encountering FRASER she slightly inclines her head to him, with eyes averted; he bows stiffly. She then comes and stands before THEOPHILA. OLIVE. [To THEOPHILA.] I-I hope you are better, Mrs. Fraser. THEOPHILA. Thank you, yes. [Turning her head.] Don't go yet, aunt-nor you, Alec. [To OLIVE.] Mrs. Allingham, my husband comes to me to-day asking me to go back home with him, in order that, after all, we may commence together to fight the " shabby little circle" to 250 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT which I have, I dare say, attached a great deal too much importance. Well, I've declined to go back-declined. But Mr. Praser has an idea that I'm treating him spitefully because I've found a powerful friend in you. OLIVE. Mrs. Fraser, I-I do beg of you not to act hastily, and without good advice. Of course, you are angry, justifiably angry THEOPHILA. Ah-! OLIVE. But pray take time to reflect. Oh, I entreat you to try-in a little while, when you feel less bitter-to try to see your way clear to-toTHEOPHILA. To do what? OLIVE. To accept both Mr. Fraser's help-and mine. [THEOPHIILA partly rises, as if about to make some indignant response, but restrains herself. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 251 THEOPHILA. I-I can only make the same reply to you, Mrs. Allingham, as I have just made to my hushandthank you, no. OLIVE. You cannot right yourself in the eyes of people without Mr. Fraser's assistance or mine. And especially mine! You couldn't accomplish it thoroughly with his help alone; it would be impossible. THEOPHILA. Very well then, it's impossible. OLIVE. [To FRASER.] Mr. Fraser- [FRASER advances a few steps.] Perhaps, by-and-bye, you will add your persuasions to mine that your wife will accept me as your ally? FRASER. [Stifly.] Mrs. Allingham, I regret that what you suggest is, so far as I am concerned, quite out of the question. OLIVE. Mrs. Cloys - [FRASER retires as MRS. CLOYS 252 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT approaches]-I am sure you can understand the value of the services I am able to render your niece. MRS. CLOYS. Oh, perfectly. OLIVE. Then you will try to induce her-? MRS. CLOYS. Ah! you must excuse me, Mrs. AllinghamOLIVE. You will not? MRS. CLOYS. I may tell you that I anticipated her rejection of your proposal directly you communicated it to meOLIVE. Indeed? MRS. CLOYS. And I must say-[looking at THEOPHILA]-that I fully sympathise with the-ah-the feelings of-- THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 253 OLIVE. [Rigidly.] Of Mrs. Fraser? MRS. CLOYs. [Politely.] Of Mrs. Fraser. [QUAIFE enters, and advances a few steps towards MRS. CLOYS, who speaks to him quickly.] Has--? [She breaks of, looking at him significantly. QUAIFE. Yes, ma'am. MRS. CLOYs. [To FRASER.] Mr. Fraser, may I trouble you to follow me? I have something to say to you. [QUAIFE withdraws. To THEOPHILA.] I must run away for a few moments. Shall I send Justina to you? OLIVE. [Quickly.] Oh, Mrs. Fraser, let me speak a few words to you while no one is present-! THEOPHILA. Certainly. [MRS. CLOYS passes er hrand over THEOPHILA'S head caressingly, then hurries to the door. 254 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. CLOYS. Mr. Fraser [She goes out, FRASER accompanying her. OLIVE looks round the room, then sits, slowly and deliberately upon the settee. OLIVE. [After a little pause.] Forgive me. THEOPHILA. Forgive you-! OLIVE. Oh, do make the effort! THEOPHILA. I can't understand your asking for my forgiveness, wanting it. OLIVE. Endeavour to understand me. I don't remember that it ever struck me, when you and I werefriends, that your disposition was a jealous one. THEOPHILA. No? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 255 OLIVE. It isn't, is it? THEOPHILA. I couldn't go the lengths you've gone, from jealousy, if you mean that. OLIVE. [Sadly.] Ah--! THEOPHILA. Oh, don't you think that enough has been done in the name of jealousy? For months and months it has made a hell of my life, your jealousy. People have seen me walking about looking merry; but what sort of days and nights does a woman really spend with the Divorce Court looming before her? " Allingham versus Allingham, Fraser intervening! " that's the air you've kept me dancing to sincegoodness knows when the music first struck up! And now I'm to forgive you, offhand, because-you happen to have a jealous disposition! OLIVE. [Falteringly.] You were sustained all the time by the knowledge that you were an innocent, persecuted woman 256 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THEOPHILA. Much good did my innocence do me yesterday when they gave me "the benefit of the doubt," and sent me out of the Court ruined! OLIVE. It does you this much good-that now I am satisfied as to your innocence I am prepared to serve you humbly and faithfully. Oh, Mrs. Fraser, I would be a true friend to you this time! [Rising and standing before THEOPHILA.] Come, forgive me! THEOPHILA. [In a low voice.] Well, for the months of awful trouble you gave me, and for those two days in the Divorce Court-yes, you're welcome to my forgiveness for all that. [Her voice hardening, her hands clenched.] But not for last night! OLIVE. You mustn't make me wholly responsible for what took place last night. THEOPHILA. I do hold you responsible. Why-they've told me THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 257 the story-I know that, when my note to your husband was handed to him, he wanted to send a message to me excusing himself from meeting me. Did you let the message go? There was I waiting out in the lane, my people in this room, all in a fidget to hurry to me and take me away. Did you let them come to me? No, you huddled them out of the way, and then drew your husband into your plot, and trapped me in here. I was the poor rat, half dead, who had been well worried, but who'd a little life still left; so you had-me in, panting, and got another few minutes' sport out of meOLIVE. [Her hands to her brows.] Oh, don't, don't! Mrs. Fraser, at any rate, it was through last night that you cleared yourselfTHEOPHILA. [Rising, and speaking fiercely.] Cleared myself! Yes, and a pretty price you were the cause of my paying for "clearing myself!" Do you think I'd have willingly cleared myself at that cost? Ah, no decent woman could afford it! Cleared myself! R 28 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. You were mad when you-- You were mad. THEOrnILA. You know better! I was sane enough! But mad, or sane, or-or whatever I was, I shall never think the same of myself again, never feel quite the same again. And to-day I'm to forgive you for it! No, if you came to me and told me that you'd just saved the life of some one dear to me, I couldn't forgive you for last night. I couldn't! No woman could! [OLIVE walks away and stands, looking out into the garden, OLIVE. [After a pause, speaking in a hard voice.] Excuse me for saying so, Mrs. Fraser-but I -think you regard your share in the affair of last night more as a schoolgirl would regard it, than as a woman; rather sentimentally, in fact. THEOPIIILA. Thank God, I'm able to do that!/ Sentimentally? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 259 Well, ninety-nine women out of a hundred are kept fresh and sweet by nothing better than mere sentiment. [Sitting upon the settee, a little faintly.] Where's 'Tina? [OLIVE turns and comes to her; she is wiping the tears from her eyes. OLIVE. You know, if you wished to have your revenge on me, yoa have it. THEOPHILA. Revenge? I? OLIVE. [Turning from THEOPHILA, her hand playing with the arm of the chair.] The services I thought you would allow me to render you are the only means by which I could hope to get my husband to overlook my behaviour of last night. He won't speak to me to-day. THEOPHILA. I'm sorry. OLIVE. After what has happened my one hold on him is 260 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT through the reparation I could make you. And now -and now-you- [Throwing herself into the chair, crying.] Oh, it's like begging to you! THEOPHILA. Notwithstanding-all you've done-you're anxious to make it up with your husband, aren't you? OLIVE. [In a whisper.] You needn't ask; you've heard all about it. THEOPHILA. Do you think that, with your nature, you could ever be happy with him, and make him happy? OLIVE. I-I don't-think of that. THEOPHILA. Well, I can't say anything more than-I'm sorry. [OLIVE rises, and, with faltering steps, comes to her. OLIVE. Excuse me being so persistent. [Piteously.] You THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 261 won't accept my help? [THEOPHILA, leaning back with closed eyes, shakes her head.] You won't even -try? THEOPHILA. [Faintly, almost inaudibly.] It would be of no use; I couldn't. OLIVE. [Drawing a long breath, her arms falling by her side.] Ah! THEOPHILA. I'm tired. Tell my sisterOLIVE. [Goes to the upper door, opens it, and looks out.J Oh, Quaife, where is Miss Emptage? QUAIFE. [Out of sight.] In the dining-room, ma'am, Shall I--? OLIVE. [Closing the door.] No, thank you. [She goes to the dining-room door, and opens it slightly, without withdrawing the portiere.] Miss Emptage! 262 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JUSTINA. [From the dining-room.] Here! OLIVE. Your sister wishes to return to her room. [OLIVE walks away and stands outside the window, as JUSTINA enters and goes to THEOPHILA. JUSTINA. [Raising THEOPHILA.] Where's they left you alone? aunt? Why have THEOPHILA. I asked them to. JUSTINA. [Lowering her voice.] With her? THEOPHILA. Yes. JUSTINA. Tell me--! THEOPHILA. By-and-bye. Take me away. [OLIVE disappears. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 263 JUSTINA. [Walking with THEOPHILA towards the upper door.] Oh, we've had such a time in there! Uncle Fletcher's been boring our heads off on the subject of the blessings of Arbitration; and at last, Jack, who is in a vile temper, almost jumped down his throat. [They go out, whereupon JOHN is seen to slightly push aside the portiere and peep into the room. Satisfied that the room is empty, he enters quickly, closes the door behind him emphatically, and throws himself on to the settee with a groan of weariness. OLIVE returns; she is about to pass the window, but seeing JOHN, she enters quietly, takes a chair and sits. They remain looking at each other for a little while without speaking. OLIVE. Good morning, John-well, afternoon. JOHN. Er-Have you lunched? OLIVE. No. 264 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. [Looking towards the dining-room door.] It's in there. OLIVE. [Drily.] Thanks. JOHN. I-I'm sorry I can't offer to wait on you OLIVE. Oh, pray don't-! JOHN. But Portwood is still eating him. OLIVE. Indeed. I've been rude to JOHN. [Rising arid walking about.] I believe all these people will drive me crazy! I don't know where to get to for them. OLIVE. You are in your own house. Need you seek to avoid any of them? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 265 JOHN. Well, I'm not particularly desirous, for instance, of another encounter with Mr. Fraser. OLIVE. Another. Have you-? JOHN. Yes. I've been rude to him. OLIVE. Oh Mrs. Cloys---? JOHN. She treats me as a schoolmistress would treat a very small boy in disgrace. OLIVE. Miss Emptage-! JOHN. Lectures me and patronises me till my blood curdles. Just now I was almost-well, I hope not--- 266 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. Rude to her? JOHN. Yes. And then this maddening old man-? I can't endure it! Even my servantsOLIVE. Servants? JOHN. A minute or two ago I was trying to escape from the dining-room by passing through the kitchen, and I came upon my cook and Mrs. Fraser's maid discussing me over a bowl of chicken broth. Mrs. Quaife-my cook-! I heard her distinctly! " I never thought Mr. Allingham was that sort of a gentleman," she said. OLIVE. What sort of a gentleman? JOHN. I don't know. I got away. OLIVE. H'm, I think I should have been rude to her. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 267 JOHN. And there are two more relatives of Mrs. Fraser's to arrive yet. [Throwing himself into a chair.] The boy has gone to town to fetch the mother. The mother! OLIVE. [Rising and walking towards the door.] At any rate, I can rid you of one unwelcome guest. [He looks up at her.] I am going, John, directly. JOHN. Going home? OLIVE. Going back to my flat. JOHN. [Rising.] Then there is no longer any necessity for me to stick in this wretched cottage. OLIVE. I'm sorry to have been the causeJOHN. Of course, I could not leave you here among your -your 268 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. Enemies. JOHN. Well, hardly friends. Then enough to travel? OLIVE. I don't know, I'm sure. JOHN. Mrs. Fraser is well You've relinquished your intention of devoting yourself to her? OLIVE. No, I haven't relinquished have nothing to do with me. it. Mrs. Fraser will JOHN. She has said so? OLIVE. [Sitting upon the settee.] Oh, yes, she has said so. JOHN. What reason does she give? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 269 OLIVE. She will not receive help from the woman who-- who brought that humiliation on her last night. I believe, if she was starving, she wouldn't take a crust from my hand. JOHN. She returns to her husband, I suppose? OLIVE. I think not. She is in the mood to accept nothing from anybody. JOHN. [Sitting with his head bowed.] Wounded-wounded. OLIVE. [With a slight shrug oj the shoulders.] She's a sentimental, romantic little person, I find. Well--! JOHN. Ha, we didn't calculate for this when we arranged our ingenious little plan last night! We were to restore Mrs. Fraser's name and position to her untarnished; we were to set poor little Humpty-Dumpty 270 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT up again by-when was it?-Goodwood week; all in return for your ten minutes' fun in there! We were damned generous, you and I-only we reckoned without Mrs. Fraser! [Starting up.] And so, you see, after all, we've had our fun, and enjoyed it, and yet pay nothing for it! But, at the same time, we mustn't forget that in this world everything has to be paid for by somebody. By Jove, there's no doubt as to who stands treat for last night! Mrs. Fraser pays! that poor little, broken-down woman pays! She pays-! OLIVE. [Rising.] You blame me beyond all reason! I'll not put up with it! Why didn't you call her aunt into the room last night when you saw Mrs. Fraser becoming wilder and wilder? [ Walking away.] Pah! you appeared moonstruck! moonstruck! JOHN. I thought I might save her from meeting her people while she was so unlike herself. You know I was helpless- [She approaches; he seizes her by the shoulders.] You-you reproach me! Why didn't you strike that bell sooner? why didn't you strike it sooner? [Leaving her, and throwing himself into a chair.] Ah, you weren't capable even of that! THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 271 OLIVE. [Tearfully, rubbing her shoulders.] Oh, John-! JOHN. I beg your pardon. OLIVE. [Going to him slowly, leaning against the balustrade.] JohnJOHN. Well? OLIVE. I will confess it at all. to you-I didn't strike the bell You-did not? JOHN. OLIVE. I was under the impression I had stopped the clock before I sat down to listen, but in my agitation I must have shaken it and started it again.. [Kneeling beside JOHN'S chair.] The clock struck of its own accord. 272 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. And you sat there, drinking in every word; and when the poor creature had cleared herself, and satisfied you, still you made no effort--! [Rising.] Oh! OLIVE. [Seizing his coat.] John, I couldn't move from that curtain! I was a wretch! Pity me! I couldn't stir! [JOHN walks away. She rises from the ground and sits.] Oh, get me a carriage of some sort to take me to the station. JOHN. [Going towards the bell.] I'll tell Quaife. [Pausing, looking at her.] I don't know-I can't imagine-how you are going to get through your lifeOLIVE. Oh, please! I've been lectured by Mrs. Fraser, Oh, there are heaps of solitary women in the world; some people envy them. [He sits upon the settee.] Now that-now that-the chances of our coming together again have fallen through, I shall be off out of London at once. Where can one go to at this time of the year? THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 273 JOHN. [Abstractedly.] Eh? Er-it's a bit early for most places. OLIVE. I'm going to Aix in August. JOHN. [Looking up.] You are? OLIVE. Oh! Why, did you think of--? JOHN. Yes. But it doesn't matter. OLIVE. Oh, I don't want to interfere JOHN. Aix is a pretty big place. OLIVE. Where will you stay? with your-- s 274 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. I've been told, the " Splendide "-- OLIVE. OhJOHN. What? OLIVE. I can easily put up elsewhere. JOHN. You needn't. I dare say the "Splendide" is quite large enough for two people who-whoOLIVE. Who want to keep far apart. [Rising, and going towards the door, pausing by the head -of the settee.] How ridiculous that reconciliation of ours last night! Why, how many weeks should we have been together? JOHN. [His head resting upon his hands.] Not many-not many, I'm afraid. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 275 OLIVE. Weeks! Days, I should have said-or hours. "Heaven have mercy upon us! we're reconciled! " Do you remember-last night-? JOHN. Ha! yes. OLIVE. "Heaven have mercy upon us!" Ha, ha! JOHN. Heaven have mercy on us! OLIVE, [Wiping the tears from her eyes.] I-I'll go and put my bonnet on. [He rises, and she holds out her hand.] Good-bye, John. JOHN. [Taking her hand, looking away.] Good-bye. OLIVE. [Suddenly drawing back.] Oh-- 276 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT JOHN. What? OLIVE. [Breathlessly.] Oh, yes--! JOHN. Olive? OLIVE. Ah-h-h-h, you'll find plenty of pretty women at Aix --! QUAIFE enters, showing in MRS. EMPTAGE and CLAUDE. QUAIFE retires. MRs. EMPTAGE is in a bright and fashionable morning dress. MRS. EMPTAGE. [To OLIVE.J Mrs. Allingham--! [To CLAUDE.] Claude, keep by me. My legs are all of a tremble. Where is my daughter, Mrs. Fraser? Take me to her. I am very ill indeed; I fancy this affair has affected my heartJOHN. Pray sit down for a momentb THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 277 Mts. EMPTAGE. [Sitting down.] We used to be friends, Mr. Allingham-great friends; now I wonder you can look me in the face. [Panting.] I have heard everything from Claude. I am ashamed-I must say itI am ashamed of you and your wife. [OLIVE makes a movement, as if to go; JOHN detains her. JOHN. [To OLIVE.] No, no; I don't think we'll run away and hide any more. [Turning to MRS. EMPTAGE.] But I hope that Mrs. Emptage will be kind enough to apply to me, alone, any harsh expressions she may care to make use of-- SIR FLETCHER enters. SiR FLETCHER PORTWOOD, [Advancing.] Ah, Muriel-! MRS. EMPTAGE. [Rising, throwing her aryms round SIR FLETCHER'S neck.] Oh, Fletcher, Fletcher I've hardly closed my eyes all night.! 278 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT CLAUDE. May I ask what has gone on during my absence? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. During your absence--! MRS. E PTAGE. Is Alec here? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Yes, the family gathering is complete. MRS. EMPTAGE. Does Theo return to Lennox Gardens? Has an arrangement of any sort been come to? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. None that I know of. I seem to be powerless. MRS. CLOYS and FRASER enter. CLAUDE. [Meeting them.] 'Ullo, aunt! 'ullo, Fraser! [MRS. EMPTAGE totters to MRS. CLOYS. CLAUDE retires. JOHN walks away to the fireplace. OLIVE is now seated upon the settee, THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 279 MRS. EMPTAGE. [Embracing MRs. CLoYs.] Oh, Harriet, I am very poorly; I don't think I have had two hours' rest all night. [Going to FRASER and kissing him.] Alec, you will prove a generous, good fellow-of that I am sure. Poor Theo has behaved very indiscreetly. I really believe my heart has been upset by it all MRS. CLoys. I have something important to say, Muriel. Pray sit down and be quiet. MRS. EMPTAGE. [In aflutter.] I know, I know. Unless I can be kept quiet it will be very serious for me. [In her agitation, she is about to sit upon the settee beside OLIVE.] Oh, dear, what am I doing! [Moving away, she stops, pointing to the library.] Great heavens! was that the room -? MRS. CLOYS. Sssh! [MRS. EMPTAGE sits again. FRASER goes to the window and stands there, apart, his back turned to those in the room.] What I have to say concerns the future of Theophila- [There is a movement on the 280 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT part of JOHN and OLIVE.] Please, let nobody go. All who are here are interested in the future of Mrs. Fraser-[looking at OLIVE]-and I believe sympathetically interested. [Sitting.] In fact, I want it to be known that a very happy arrangement has been arrived at. MRS. EMPTAGE. [To SIR FLETCHER.] Fletcher, you said no arrangement had been arrived at. SIR FLETCHER. I have not been consulted, Harriet. MRS. CLOYS. I did not consider it necessary, Fletcher. There was a question whether the plan I had in view could be carried out. SIR FLETCHER. Then you-you have constituted yourself a-a sort of-arbitrator-- MRs. CLOYS. As you say, a sort of arbitratrix, I suppose. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 281 SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. The cloak of pedantry, Harriet, scarcely conceals your want of respect for your brother. [Passing MRS. CLOYS, as if about to quit the room. MRS. CLOYs. [Touching his arm.] We'll all keep our tempers, Fletcher. [He remains.] Yes, the thought came to me during the night-a long, anxious nightMRS. EMPTAGE. Ah, indeed! MRS. CLOYS. The thought that I would telegraph to the bishop the very first thing this morning. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. The bishop! MRS. CLOYS. Asking him to come to me at once. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Will he do so? 282 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. CLOYS. The bishop is goodness and compliance personified. He left St. Olpherts at ten o'clock this morning; he is here. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Here! MRS. EMPTAGE. I shall be ashamed to meet him; after my sleepless night my face is so dreadfully lined-! MRS. CLOYS. The bishop does not notice the lines in women's faces. Directly he arrived, I submitted my scheme; in two words, he approved; it will be carried into execution. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I do not ask what scheme. MRS. CLOYS. Theophila returns to St. Olpherts at once with us. She will rest there two or three days, by which time I shall have found a suitable house in town THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 283 MRS. EMPTAGE. In town-? MRS. CLOYS. The bishop and I have not had a house in town for some years. Mr. Fraser kindly sees house agents this afternoon. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I would willingly have seen house agents, Harriet. A furnished house-? MRS. CLOYS. [Assenting.] For the season-sufficiently large for the dear bishop, myself, and Theophila. Both in London and at St. Olpherts, Theophila will be my close companion. In our little London gaieties she will figure prominently. At certain formal gatherings she will share the responsibilities of the hostess. If any paragraph concerning our doings should creep into the newspaper, it will concern the Bishop of St. Olpherts, Mrs. Cloys, and Mrs. Fraser of Locheen. Oh, I don't think there will be many to wag evil tongues against Mrs. Fraser a few months hence I [OLIVE rises, and advances to MRS. CLOYS, who stands as she approaches. 284 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OLIVE. [In a low voice, to Mus. CLOYS.] I'm glad; I'm very glad. MRs. CLOYs. That's right. OLIVE. [Falteringly.] But your-your scheme owes-just a little to my idea, doesn't it? MRS. CLOYS. I admit it. Mrs. Allingham, I am sure you don't grudge OLIVE. No, no; indeed I don't. I-I hope you will succeed-to the utmost-- [She turns away, and goes out by the diningroom door. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Rising, fretfully.] It seems to me everything is taken out of one's hands-- SIR FLETCHER. In a most unceremonious way THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 285 MRS. EMPTAGE. (Glancing at FRASER, who is now out in the garden.] What about Alec-Mr. Fraser-? SIR FLETCHER. Of course, any policy that doesn't tend to bring my niece and her husband togetherMRS. CLOYS. Ah, I haven't told you. Mr. Fraser is to be a frequent-a fairly frequent visitor in London, and at St. Olpherts. SIR FLETCHER. [With a snif.] Visitor-- MRS. CLOYS. And it is further arranged that, in a year's time, Mr. Fraser comes to us and formally asks Theophila to return to Lennox Gardens. MRS. EMPTAGE. And when he does--? 286 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. CLOYS. Then we shall see what we shall see. SIR FLETCHER. [Walking away.] I can't quite explain my feelingbut I am not sanguine-not at all sanguine. MRS. EMPTAGE. At any rate, in less than twelve months, if I know my girl, she will have grown heartily sick of her solemn surroundings MRS. CLOYS. [Indignantly.] How dare you-! how-! [Checking herself.] Well, suppose she does weary of me, good will result even from that if it sends her back to her husband. [The door opens, and the BISHOP OF ST. OLPHERTS enters with THEOPHILA upo'n his arm. JUSTINA follows them, carrying a shawl. The bishop is a mild-looking, very old man. THEOPHILA is dressed in her cape and bonnet, and her face is hidden under her thick veil. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 287 THEOPHILA. [Coming to MRS. EMPTAGE, and kissing her.] Mother [MRs. EMPTAGE kisses her hastily and bustles over to the BISHOP. MRs. EMPTAGE. Ah, Bishop, I can hardly hope you'll recollect me. BISHOP. [Vaguely.] Yes, yes, yes. MRS. EMPTAGE. [With a simper.] Muriel, you know. BISHOP. [Taking her hand.] Mrs. Emptage-! MRS. EMPTAGE. Don't tell me; I know I'm altered. BISHOP. Ah, years pass over us. 288 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT MRS. EMPTAGE. It isn't that-but I had no sleep last night. [SIR FLETCHER advances, and grasps the BIsHOP's hand. SIR FLETCHER. I remember years ago, at? the opening of the People's Library at Stockwell, describing Dr. Cloys as one of the stoutest pillars of our ChurchBISHOP. [Uneasily.] The People's Library at-? SIR FLETCHER. Stockwell. To-day I have only to add-may that pillar never grow faint nor weary; may it's back remain equal to the burden imposed upon it; may it continue to plough the stormy seas of scepticism and agnosticism! BISHOP. [Helplessly.] Er-r-who is it? MRS. CLOYS. My brother Fletcher. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 289 BISHOP. Ah, how do you do? MRS. CLOYS. Is the fly here? QUAIFE. Yes, ma'am. [QUAIFE withdraws. The wards the window, SIR following him. [QUAIFE appears. BISHOP moves toFLETCHER clo8ely THEOPHILA. [To MRS. EMPTAGE.] Good-bye, mother dear. MRS. EMPTAGE. [Embracing her.] Oh, good-bye, my darling. I won't reproach you. If you make a bed you must lie on it. You've nearly broken my heart, but I'm only your mother-- THEOPHILA. Oh, don't-! MRS. EMPTAGE. [In a whisper.] Mind you see that we visit you constantly in London and St Olpherts! T 290 riL BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THEOPHILA. Yes, yes. [As she is walking away, she sees JOHNwho has been standing silently behind the settee, his back turned to those in the room-and she says to the others.] One moment. [She comes down, looking at JOHN.] Mr. Allingham. [He approaches her slowly. After a pause she says in a low voice.] Oh, Jack, how could you? [He bows his head, making no reply.] Well-for auld langsyne- [She holds out her hand; he takes it, but releases it quickly. She turns to go, then pauses.] Where's your wife? [He looks towards the dining-room door. She hesitates for a moment, then goes out quickly by that door.] MRS. CLOYS. [Looking round.] Theophila-Theophila-- JOHN. [Watching the door.] She will be here in a moment; she is with my wife. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [His voice rising.] My dear bishop, it is my view of life, and the observation has some theological bearing, that the devil almost invariably appears to women in the form of Impulse. In saying this, I am perhaps on the verge of a truism THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT 291 BISHOP OF ST. OLPHERTS. No, no, no. THEOPHILA re-enters; her veil is raised. THEOPHILA. [As she passes JOHN, lowering her veil.] It's all right. [There is a hubbub of talk as THEOPHILA and her relatives go out at the upper door. MRS. EMPTAGE. You will need a warm wrap, Theo. JUSTINA. 1 have one here, mother. MRS. CLOYS. Now, BishopSIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Is the carriage closed? BISHOP OF ST. OLPHERTS. I hope not. 292 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. You shall run no risk, my dear bishop-- MRS. EMPTAGE. Claude, come to the gate. Give me your arm, Alec[The talk ceases. JOHN is alone. 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