60 Plays: The George Bernard Shaw Edition (Illustrated). GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

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СКАЧАТЬ Don’t be alarmed: she’s not here. Gone to town by the 11.13 with Bessie. She left several messages for you. Do you feel equal to receiving them now, or shall I wait til you’ve breakfasted?

      REV. S. I h a v e breakfasted, sir. I am surprised at your mother going to town when we have people staying with us. They’ll think it very strange.

      FRANK. Possibly she has considered that. At all events, if Crofts is going to stay here, and you are going to sit up every night with him until four, recalling the incidents of your fiery youth, it is clearly my mother’s duty, as a prudent housekeeper, to go up to the stores and order a barrel of whisky and a few hundred siphons.

      REV. S. I did not observe that Sir George drank excessively.

      FRANK. You were not in a condition to, gov’nor.

      REV. S. Do you mean to say that I — ?

      FRANK [calmly] I never saw a beneficed clergyman less sober. The anecdotes you told about your past career were so awful that I really don’t think Praed would have passed the night under your roof if it hadnt been for the way my mother and he took to one another.

      REV. S. Nonsense, sir. I am Sir George Crofts’ host. I must talk to him about something; and he has only one subject. Where is Mr Praed now?

      FRANK. He is driving my mother and Bessie to the station.

      REV. S. Is Crofts up yet?

      FRANK. Oh, long ago. He hasn’t turned a hair: he’s in much better practice than you. Has kept it up ever since, probably. He’s taken himself off somewhere to smoke.

      [Frank resumes his paper. The parson turns disconsolately towards the gate; then comes back irresolutely.]

      REV. S. Er — Frank.

      FRANK. Yes.

      REV. S. Do you think the Warrens will expect to be asked here after yesterday afternoon?

      FRANK. Theyve been asked already.

      REV. S. [appalled] What!!!

      FRANK. Crofts informed us at breakfast that you told him to bring Mrs Warren and Vivie over here to-day, and to invite them to make this house their home. My mother then found she must go to town by the 11.13 train.

      REV. S. [with despairing vehemence] I never gave any such invitation. I never thought of such a thing.

      FRANK [compassionately] How do you know, gov’nor, what you said and thought last night?

      PRAED [coming in through the hedge] Good morning.

      REV. S. Good morning. I must apologize for not having met you at breakfast. I have a touch of — of —

      FRANK. Clergyman’s sore throat, Praed. Fortunately not chronic.

      PRAED [changing the subject] Well I must say your house is in a charming spot here. Really most charming.

      REV. S. Yes: it is indeed. Frank will take you for a walk, Mr Praed, if you like. I’ll ask you to excuse me: I must take the opportunity to write my sermon while Mrs Gardner is away and you are all amusing yourselves. You won’t mind, will you?

      PRAED. Certainly not. Don’t stand on the slightest ceremony with me.

      REV. S. Thank you. I’ll — er — er — [He stammers his way to the porch and vanishes into the house].

      PRAED. Curious thing it must be writing a sermon every week.

      FRANK. Ever so curious, if he did it. He buys em. He’s gone for some soda water.

      PRAED. My dear boy: I wish you would be more respectful to your father. You know you can be so nice when you like.

      FRANK. My dear Praddy: you forget that I have to live with the governor. When two people live together — it don’t matter whether theyre father and son or husband and wife or brother and sister — they can’t keep up the polite humbug thats so easy for ten minutes on an afternoon call. Now the governor, who unites to many admirable domestic qualities the irresoluteness of a sheep and the pompousness and aggressiveness of a jackass —

      PRAED. No, pray, pray, my dear Frank, remember! He is your father.

      FRANK. I give him due credit for that. [Rising and flinging down his paper] But just imagine his telling Crofts to bring the Warrens over here! He must have been ever so drunk. You know, my dear Praddy, my mother wouldn’t stand Mrs Warren for a moment. Vivie mustn’t come here until she’s gone back to town.

      PRAED. But your mother doesn’t know anything about Mrs Warren, does she? [He picks up the paper and sits down to read it].

      FRANK. I don’t know. Her journey to town looks as if she did. Not that my mother would mind in the ordinary way: she has stuck like a brick to lots of women who had got into trouble. But they were all nice women. Thats what makes the real difference. Mrs Warren, no doubt, has her merits; but she’s ever so rowdy; and my mother simply wouldn’t put up with her. So — hallo! [This exclamation is provoked by the reappearance of the clergyman, who comes out of the house in haste and dismay].

      REV. S. Frank: Mrs Warren and her daughter are coming across the heath with Crofts: I saw them from the study windows. What am I to say about your mother?

      FRANK. Stick on your hat and go out and say how delighted you are to see them; and that Frank’s in the garden; and that mother and Bessie have been called to the bedside of a sick relative, and were ever so sorry they couldn’t stop; and that you hope Mrs Warren slept well; and — and — say any blessed thing except the truth, and leave the rest to Providence.

      REV. S. But how are we to get rid of them afterwards?

      FRANK. Theres no time to think of that now. Here! [He bounds into the house].

      REV. S. He’s so impetuous. I don’t know what to do with him, Mr Praed.

      FRANK [returning with a clerical felt hat, which he claps on his father’s head]. Now: off with you. [Rushing him through the gate]. Praed and I’ll wait here, to give the thing an unpremeditated air. [The clergyman, dazed but obedient, hurries off].

      FRANK. We must get the old girl back to town somehow, Praed. Come! Honestly, dear Praddy, do you like seeing them together?

      PRAED. Oh, why not?

      FRANK [his teeth on edge] Don’t it make your flesh creep ever so little? that wicked old devil, up to every villainy under the sun, I’ll swear, and Vivie — ugh!

      PRAED. Hush, pray. Theyre coming.

      [The clergyman and Crofts are seen coming along the road, followed by Mrs Warren and Vivie walking affectionately together.]

      FRANK. Look: she actually has her arm round the old woman’s waist. It’s her right arm: she began it. She’s gone sentimental, by God! Ugh! ugh! Now do you feel the creeps? [The clergyman opens the gate: and Mrs Warren and Vivie pass him and stand in the middle of the garden looking at the house. Frank, in an ecstasy of dissimulation, turns gaily to Mrs Warren, exclaiming] Ever so delighted to see you, Mrs Warren. This quiet old rectory garden becomes you perfectly.

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