The Complete Works of George Bernard Shaw. GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

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СКАЧАТЬ or good sense. If it’s respectability, that depends on what you consider respectable. If Conny’s respectable and Susanna isnt, then I prefer disrepu—”

      “Hush, Duke, you know you have no right to speak to me like this. Let us think of poor Constance. How is she to be told the truth?”

      “Let her find it out. I shall go back to London as soon as I can; and the affair will drop somehow or another. She will forget all about me.”

      “Happy-go-lucky Marmaduke. I think if neglect and absence could make her forget you, you would have been forgotten before this.”

      “Yes. You see you must admit that I gave her no reason to suppose I meant anything.”

      “I am afraid you have consulted your own humor both in your neglect and your attentions, Duke. The more you try to excuse yourself, the more inexcusable your conduct appears. I do not know how to advise you. If Constance is told, you may some day forget all about your present infatuation; and then a mass of mischief and misery will have been made for nothing. If she is not told, you will be keeping up a cruel deception and wasting her chances of —— but she will never care for anybody else.”

      “Better do as I say. Leave matters alone for the present. But mind! no speculating on my changing my intentions. I wont marry her.”

      “I wish you hadnt told me about it.”

      “Well, Marian, I couldnt help it. I know, of course, that you only wanted to make us all happy; but you nursed this match and kept it in Constance’s mind as much as you could. Besides — though it was not your fault — that mistake about Conolly was too serious not to explain. Dont be downcast: I am not blaming you a bit.”

      “It seems to me that the worst view of things is always the true one in this world. Nelly and Jasper were right about you.”

      “Aha! So they saw what I felt. You cant say I did not make my intentions plain enough to every unbiassed person. The Countess was determined to get Constance off her hands; Constance was determined to have me; and you were determined to stick up for your own notions of love and honeysuckles.”

      “I was determined to stick up for you, Marmaduke.”

      “Dont be indignant: I knew you would stick up for me in your own way. But what I want to shew is, that only three people believed that I was in earnest; and those three were prejudiced.”

      “I wish you had enlightened Constance, and deceived all the rest of the world, instead. No doubt I was wrong, very wrong. I am very sorry.”

      “Pshaw! It doesnt matter. It will all blow over some day. Hush, I hear the garden gate opening. It is Constance, come to spy what I am doing here with you. She is as jealous as a crocodile — very nearly made a scene yesterday because I played with Nelly against her at tennis. I have to drive her to Bushy Copse this afternoon, confound it!”

      “And will you, after what you have just confessed?”

      “I must. Besides, Jasper says that Conolly is coming this evening to pack up his traps and go; and I want to be out of the way when he is about.”

      “This evening!”

      “Yes. Between ourselves, Marian, Susanna and I were so put out by the cool way he carried on when he called, that we had a regular quarrel after he went; and we haven’t made it up yet.”

      “Pray dont talk about it to me, Duke. Here is Constance.”

      “So you are here,” said Constance, gaily, but with a quick glance at them. “That is a pretty way to bring your cousin in to luncheon, sir.”

      “We got chatting about you, my ownest,” said Marmaduke; “and the subject was so sweet, and the moments were so fleet, that we talked for quite an hour on the strict q.t. Eh, Marian?”

      “As a punishment, you shall have no lunch. Mamma is very angry with you both.”

      “Always ready to make allowances for her, provided she sends you to lecture me, Conny. Why dont you wear your hat properly?” He arranged her hat as he spoke. Constance laughed and blushed. Marian shuddered. “Now youre all that fancy painted you: youre lovely, youre divine. Are you ready for Bushy Copse?”

      Constance replied by singing:

      ”Oh yes, if you please, kind sir, she said; sir, she said; sir, she said;

       Oh! yes if you ple — ease, kind sir, she said.”

      “Then come along. After your ladyship,” he said, taking her elbows as if they were the handles of a wheelbarrow, and pushing her out before him through the narrow entrance to the summer-house. On the threshold he turned for a moment; met Marian’s reproachful eyes with a wink; grinned; and disappeared.

      For half an hour afterward Marian sat alone in the summer-house, thinking of the mistake she had made. Then she returned to the Cottage, where she found Miss McQuinch writing in the library, and related to her all that had passed in the summer-house. Elinor listened, seated in a rocking-chair, restlessly clapping her protended ankles together. When she heard of Conolly’s relationship to Susanna, she kept still for a few moments, looking with widely opened eyes at Marian. Then, with a sharp laugh, she said:

      “Well, I beg his pardon. I thought he was another of that woman’s retainers. I never dreamt of his being her brother.”

      Marian was horror stricken. “You thought — ! Oh, Nelly, what puts such things into your head?”

      “So would you have thought it if you had the least gumption about people. However, I was wrong; and I’m glad of it. However, I was right about Marmaduke. I told you so, over and over and over again.”

      “I know you did; but I didnt think you were in earnest.”

      “No, you never can conceive my being in earnest when I differ from you, until the event proves me to be right.”

      “I am afraid it will kill Constance.”

      “Dont, Marian!” cried Elinor, giving her chair a violent swing.

      “I am quite serious. You know how delicate she is.”

      “Well, if she dies of any sentiment, it will be wounded vanity. Serve her right for allowing a man to be forced into marrying her. I believe she knows in her soul that he does not care about her. Why else should she be jealous of me, of you, and of everybody?”

      “It seems to me that instead of sympathizing with the unfortunate girl, both you and Marmaduke exult in her disappointment.”

      “I pity her, poor little wretch. But I dont sympathize with her. I dont pity Marmaduke one bit: if the whole family cuts him he will deserve it richly, but I do sympathize with him. Can you wonder at his preference? When we went to see that woman last June I envied her. There she was, clever, independent, successful, holding her own in the world, earning her living, fascinating a crowd of people, whilst we poor respectable nonentities sat pretending to despise her — as if we were not waiting until some man in want of a female slave should offer us our board and lodging and the privilege of his lordly name with ‘Missis’ before it for our lifelong services. You may make up as many little bread-and-butter romances as you please, Marian; but I defy you to give me any sensible reason why Marmaduke should chain himself СКАЧАТЬ