THE COLLECTED PLAYS OF W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM. Уильям Сомерсет Моэм

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      Basil.

      And so in one way and another I came to know Jenny rather well. She appeared to get rather fond of me—and I couldn't help seeing it.

      John.

      But she always pretended to be engaged to that scrubby little chap with false teeth who used to hang about the bar and make sheep's eyes at her over innumerable Scotch-and-sodas.

      Basil.

      He made a scene because I took her out on one of her off-nights, and she broke it off. I couldn't help knowing it was on my account.

      John.

      Well, and after that?

      Basil.

      After that I got into the habit of taking her to the play, and so on. And finally...!

      John.

      How long has this been going on?

      Basil.

      Several months.

      John.

      And then?

      Basil.

      Well, the other day she wired for me. I found her in the most awful state. She was simply crying her eyes out, poor thing. She'd been seedy and gone to the doctor's. And he told her ...

      John.

      What you might really have foreseen.

      Basil.

      Yes.... She was quite hysterical. She said she didn't know what to do nor where to go. And she was in an awful funk about her people. She said she'd kill herself.

      John.

      [Drily.] Naturally she was very much upset.

      Basil.

      I felt the only thing I could do was to ask her to marry me. And when I saw the joy that came into her poor, tear-stained face I knew I'd done the right thing.

      [There is a pause. John walks up and down, then stops suddenly and turns to Basil.

      John.

      Have you thought that you, who've never needed to economise, will have to look at every shilling you spend? You've always been careless with your money, and what you've had you've flung about freely.

      Basil.

      [Shrugging his shoulders.] If I have to submit to nothing worse than going without a lot of useless luxuries, I really don't think I need complain.

      John.

      But you can't afford to keep a wife and an increasing family.

      Basil.

      I suppose I can make money as well as other men.

      John.

      By writing books?

      Basil.

      I shall set to work to earn my living at the Bar. Up till now I've never troubled myself.

      John.

      I don't know any man less fit than you for the dreary waiting and the drudgery of the Bar.

      Basil.

      We shall see.

      John.

      And what d'you think your friends will say to your marrying—a barmaid?

      Basil.

      [Contemptuously.] I don't care two straws for my friends.

      John.

      That's pleasant for them. You know, men and women without end have snapped their fingers at society and laughed at it, and for a while thought they had the better of it. But all the time society was quietly smiling up its sleeve, and suddenly it put out an iron hand—and scrunched them up.

      Basil.

      [Shrugging his shoulders.] It only means that a few snobs will cut me.

      John.

      Not you—your wife.

      Basil.

      I'm not such a cad as to go to a house where I can't take my wife.

      John.

      But you're the last man in the world to give up these things. There's nothing you enjoy more than going to dinner-parties and staying in country houses. Women's smiles are the very breath of your nostrils.

      Basil.

      You talk of me as if I were a tame cat. I don't want to brag, John, but after all, I've shown that I'm fit for something in this world. I went to the Cape because I thought it was my duty. I intend to marry Jenny for the same reason.

      John.

      [Seriously.] Will you answer me one question—on your honour?

      Basil.

      Yes.

      John.

      Are you in love with her?

      Basil.

      [After a pause.] No.

      John.

      [Passionately.] Then, by God, you have no right to marry her. A man has no right to marry a woman for pity. It's a cruel thing to do. You can only end by making yourself and her entirely wretched.

      Basil.

      I can't break the poor girl's heart.

      John.

      You don't know what marriage is. Even with two people who are devoted to one another, who have the same interests and belong to the same class, it's sometimes almost unbearable. Marriage is the most terrible thing in the world unless passion makes it absolutely inevitable.

      Basil.

      My marriage is absolutely inevitable—for another reason.

      John.

      You talk as if such things had never happened before.

      Basil.

      Oh, I know, they happen every day. It's no business of the man's. And as for the girl, let her throw herself in the river. Let her go to the deuce, and be hanged to her.

      John.

      Nonsense. She can СКАЧАТЬ