Basil
I'll try with all my might to be a good husband to you, Jenny.
[She flings her arms round his neck and they kiss one another.
End of the First Act
THE SECOND ACT
An Interval of One Year Elapses Between Acts I. and II
The drawing-room in Basil's house at Putney. In the wall facing the auditorium there is a door leading from the passage. On the right two doors lead into bedrooms, and opposite these is a bay window. The same pictures and plates decorate the walls as in the preceding Scene; the writing-table is between the side doors. Jenny's influence is noticeable in the cushions in the wicker-work arm-chairs, in the window curtains and portières of art serge, and in the huge chrysanthemums of the wall paper.
[Jenny is sewing while James Bush is loungingin one of the arm chairs.
James
Where's his lordship this afternoon?
Jenny
He's gone out for a walk.
James
[With a malevolent laugh.] That's what he tells you, my dear.
Jenny
[Looking up quickly.] Have you seen him anywhere?
James
No, I can't say I 'ave. And if I 'ad I wouldn't boast about it.
Jenny
[Insisting.] What did you mean then?
James
Well, whenever I come here he's out for a walk… I say, old tart, could you oblige me with a couple of sovereigns till next Saturday?
Jenny
[Pained to refuse.] Oh no, Jimmie, I can't manage it. Basil made me promise I wouldn't let you have any more.
James
What! He made you promise that? – Ugh, the mean skinflint.
Jenny
We've lent you so much, Jimmie. And ma's had a lot, too.
James
Well, look here, you can manage a sovereign, can't you? You needn't say anything about it.
Jenny
I can't really, Jimmie. I would if I could. But we've got a rare lot of debts worrying us, and the rent will be coming along next week.
James
[Sulkily.] You can't lend it me because you won't. I should just like to know what Basil spends his money on.
Jenny
He's had a bad year – it's not his fault. And I was so ill after the baby died, we had to pay the doctor nearly fifty pounds.
James
[With a sneer.] Well, it was a wonderful fine thing you did when you married him, Jenny. And you thought you done precious well for yourself, too.
Jenny
Jimmie, don't!
James
I can't stick 'im at any price, and I don't mind who knows it.
Jenny
[Impetuously.] I won't have you say anything against him.
James
All right – keep your shirt in. I'm blowed if I know what you've got to stick up for him about. He don't care much about you.
Jenny
[Hastily.] How d'you know?
James
Think I can't see!