Pygmalion and Other Plays. GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

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      VIVIE. Everything was settled twenty minutes after I arrived here. Honoria has found the business too much for her this year; and she was on the point of sending for me and proposing a partnership when I walked in and told her I hadn’t a farthing in the world. So I installed myself and packed her off for a fortnight’s holiday. What happened at Haslemere when I left?

      FRANK. Nothing at all. I said you’d gone to town on particular business.

      VIVIE. Well?

      FRANK. Well, either they were too flabbergasted to say anything, or else Crofts had prepared your mother. Anyhow, she didn’t say anything; and Crofts didn’t say anything; and Praddy only stared. After tea they got up and went; and I’ve not seen them since.

      VIVIE. [Nodding placidly with one eye on a wreath of smoke.] That’s all right.

      FRANK. [Looking round disparagingly.] Do you intend to stick in this confounded place?

      VIVIE. [Blowing the wreath decisively away, and sitting straight up.] Yes. These two days have given me back all my strength and self-possession. I will never take a holiday again as long as I live.

      FRANK. [With a very wry face.] Mps! You look quite happy. And as hard as nails.

      VIVIE. [Grimly.] Well for me that I am!

      FRANK. [Rising.] Look here, Viv: we must have an explanation. We parted the other day under a complete misunderstanding. [He sits on the table, close to her.]

      VIVIE. [Putting away the cigaret.] Well: clear it up.

      FRANK. You remember what Crofts said.

      VIVIE. Yes.

      FRANK. That revelation was supposed to bring about a complete change in the nature of our feeling for one another. It placed us on the footing of brother and sister.

      VIVIE. Yes.

      FRANK. Have you ever had a brother?

      VIVIE. No.

      FRANK. Then you don’t know what being brother and sister feels like? Now I have lots of sisters; and the fraternal feeling is quite familiar to me. I assure you my feeling for you is not the least in the world like it. The girls will go their way; I will go mine; and we shan’t care if we never see one another again. That’s brother and sister. But as to you, I can’t be easy if I have to pass a week without seeing you. That’s not brother and sister. Its exactly what I felt an hour before Crofts made his revelation. In short, dear Viv, it’s love’s young dream.

      VIVIE. [Bitingly.] The same feeling, Frank, that brought your father to my mother’s feet. Is that it?

      FRANK. [So revolted that he slips off the table for a moment.] I very strongly object, Viv, to have my feelings compared to any which the Reverend Samuel is capable of harboring; and I object still more to a comparison of you to your mother. [Resuming his perch.] Besides, I don’t believe the story. I have taxed my father with it, and obtained from him what I consider tantamount to a denial.

      VIVIE. What did he say?

      FRANK. He said he was sure there must be some mistake.

      VIVIE. Do you believe him?

      FRANK. I am prepared to take his word against Crofts’.

      VIVIE. Does it make any difference? I mean in your imagination or conscience; for of course it makes no real difference.

      FRANK. [Shaking his head.] None whatever to me.

      VIVIE. Nor to me.

      FRANK. [Staring.] But this is ever so surprising! [He goes back to his chair.] I thought our whole relations were altered in your imagination and conscience, as you put it, the moment those words were out of that brute’s muzzle.

      VIVIE. No: it was not that. I didn’t believe him. I only wish I could.

      FRANK. Eh?

      VIVIE. I think brother and sister would be a very suitable relation for us.

      FRANK. You really mean that?

      VIVIE. Yes. It’s the only relation I care for, even if we could afford any other. I mean that.

      FRANK. [Raising his eyebrows like one on whom a new light has dawned, and rising with quite an effusion of chivalrous sentiment.] My dear Viv: why didn’t you say so before? I am ever so sorry for persecuting you. I understand, of course.

      VIVIE. [Puzzled.] Understand what?

      FRANK. Oh, I’m not a fool in the ordinary sense: only in the Scriptural sense of doing all the things the wise man declared to be folly, after trying them himself on the most extensive scale. I see I am no longer Vivvums’s little boy. Don’t be alarmed: I shall never call you Vivvums again—at least unless you get tired of your new little boy, whoever he may be.

      VIVIE. My new little boy!

      FRANK. [With conviction.] Must be a new little boy. Always happens that way. No other way, in fact.

      VIVIE. None that you know of, fortunately for you. [Someone knocks at the door.]

      FRANK. My curse upon yon caller, whoe’er he be!

      VIVIE. It’s Praed. He’s going to Italy and wants to say goodbye. I asked him to call this afternoon. Go and let him in.

      FRANK. We can continue our conversation after his departure for Italy. I’ll stay him out. [He goes to the door and opens it.] How are you, Praddy? Delighted to see you. Come in. [Praed, dressed for travelling, comes in, in high spirits.]

      PRAED. How do you do, Miss Warren? [She presses his hand cordially, though a certain sentimentality in his high spirits jars upon her.] I start in an hour from Holborn Viaduct. I wish I could persuade you to try Italy.

      VIVIE. What for?

      PRAED. Why, to saturate yourself with beauty and romance, of course. [Vivie, with a shudder, turns her chair to the table, as if the work waiting for her there were a support to her. Praed sits opposite to her. Frank places a chair near Vivie, and drops lazily and carelessly into it, talking at her over his shoulder.]

      FRANK. No use, Praddy. Viv is a little Philistine. She is indifferent to my romance, and insensible to my beauty.

      VIVIE. Mr. Praed: once for all, there is no beauty and no romance in life for me. Life is what it is; and I am prepared to take it as it is.

      PRAED. [Enthusiastically.] You will not say that if you come with me to Verona and on to Venice. You will cry with delight at living in such a beautiful world.

      FRANK. This is most eloquent, Praddy. Keep it up.

      PRAED. Oh, I assure you I have cried—I shall cry again, I hope—at fifty! At your age, Miss Warren, you would not need to go so far as Verona. Your spirits would absolutely fly up at the mere sight of Ostend. You would be charmed with the gaiety, the vivacity, the happy air of Brussels.

      VIVIE. [Springing up with an exclamation СКАЧАТЬ