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Plays: Lady Frederick, The Explorer, A Man of Honour
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2017
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Was it from her?
Jenny
No. It was a receipt from the coal merchant. I could see how he despised me when he looked at the envelope – I didn't stick it down again very well. And I saw him smile when he found it was only a receipt.
John
Upon my word, I don't think you've got much cause to be jealous.
Jenny
Oh, you don't know. Last Tuesday he was dining there, and you should have seen the state he was in. He was so restless he couldn't sit still. He looked at his watch every minute. His eyes simply glittered with excitement, and I could almost hear his heart beating.
John
It can't be true.
Jenny
He never loved me. He married me because he thought it was his duty. And then when the baby died – he thought I'd entrapped him.
John
He didn't say so.
Jenny
No. He never says anything – but I saw it in his eyes. [Passionately clasping her hands.] Oh, you don't know what our life is. For days he doesn't say a word except to answer my questions. And the silence simply drives me mad. I shouldn't mind if he blackguarded me. I'd rather he hit me than simply look and look. I can see he's keeping himself in. He's said more to-day than he's ever said before. I knew it was getting towards the end.
John
[With a helpless gesture.] I'm very sorry.
Jenny
Oh, don't you pity me, too. I've had a great deal too much pity. I don't want it. Basil married me from pity. Oh, I wish he hadn't. I can't stand the unhappiness.
John
[Gravely.] You know, Jenny, he's a man of honour.
Jenny
Oh, I know he's a man of honour. I wish he had a little less of it. One doesn't want a lot of fine sentiments in married life. They don't work… Oh, why couldn't I fall in love with a man of my own class? I should have been so much happier. I used to be so proud that Basil wasn't a clerk, or something in the City. He's right, we shall never be happy.
John
[Trying to calm her.] Oh, yes, you will. You mustn't take things too seriously.
Jenny
It isn't a matter of yesterday, or to-day, or to-morrow. I can't alter myself. He knew I wasn't a lady when he married me. My father had to bring up five children on two-ten a week. You can't expect a man to send his daughters to a boarding-school at Brighton on that, and have them finished in Paris… He doesn't say a word when I do something or say something a lady wouldn't – but he purses up his lips, and looks… Then I get so mad that I do things just to aggravate him. Sometimes I try to be vulgar. One learns a good deal in a bar in the City, and I know so well the things to say that'll make Basil curl up. I want to get a bit of revenge out of him sometimes, and I know exactly where he's raw and where I can hurt him. [With a laugh of scorn.] You should see the way he looks when I don't eat properly, or when I call a man a Johnny.
John
[Drily.] It opens up endless possibilities of domestic unhappiness.
Jenny
Oh, I know it isn't fair to him, but I lose my head. I can't always be refined. Sometimes I can't help breaking out. I feel I must let myself go.
John
Why don't you separate, then?
Jenny
Because I love him. Oh, John, you don't know how I love him. I'd do anything to make him happy. I'd give my life if he wanted it. Oh, I can't say it, but when I think of him my heart burns so that sometimes I can hardly breathe. I can never show him that he's all in the world to me; I try to make him love me, and I only make him hate me. What can I do to show him? Ah, if he only knew, I'm sure he'd not regret that he married me. I feel – I feel as if my heart was full of music, and yet something prevents me from ever bringing it out.
John
D'you think he means it seriously when he talks of separation?
Jenny
He's been brooding over it. I know him so well, I knew there was something he was thinking over. Oh, John, I couldn't live without him. I'd rather die. If he leaves me, I swear I'll kill myself.
John
[Walking up and down.] I wish I could help you. I don't see anything I can do.
Jenny
Oh, yes, there is. Speak to your sister-in-law. Ask her to have mercy on me. Perhaps she doesn't know what she's doing. Tell her I love him… Take care. There's Basil. If he knew what I'd said he'd never speak to me again.
[Basil comes in, dressed in a frock-coat; with atall hat in his hand.
Basil
I'm ready. We've just got time to catch the train.
John
All right. Good-bye, Mrs. Kent.
Jenny
[Keeping her eyes fixed on Basil.] Good-bye.
Jenny
No. It was a receipt from the coal merchant. I could see how he despised me when he looked at the envelope – I didn't stick it down again very well. And I saw him smile when he found it was only a receipt.
John
Upon my word, I don't think you've got much cause to be jealous.
Jenny
Oh, you don't know. Last Tuesday he was dining there, and you should have seen the state he was in. He was so restless he couldn't sit still. He looked at his watch every minute. His eyes simply glittered with excitement, and I could almost hear his heart beating.
John
It can't be true.
Jenny
He never loved me. He married me because he thought it was his duty. And then when the baby died – he thought I'd entrapped him.
John
He didn't say so.
Jenny
No. He never says anything – but I saw it in his eyes. [Passionately clasping her hands.] Oh, you don't know what our life is. For days he doesn't say a word except to answer my questions. And the silence simply drives me mad. I shouldn't mind if he blackguarded me. I'd rather he hit me than simply look and look. I can see he's keeping himself in. He's said more to-day than he's ever said before. I knew it was getting towards the end.
John
[With a helpless gesture.] I'm very sorry.
Jenny
Oh, don't you pity me, too. I've had a great deal too much pity. I don't want it. Basil married me from pity. Oh, I wish he hadn't. I can't stand the unhappiness.
John
[Gravely.] You know, Jenny, he's a man of honour.
Jenny
Oh, I know he's a man of honour. I wish he had a little less of it. One doesn't want a lot of fine sentiments in married life. They don't work… Oh, why couldn't I fall in love with a man of my own class? I should have been so much happier. I used to be so proud that Basil wasn't a clerk, or something in the City. He's right, we shall never be happy.
John
[Trying to calm her.] Oh, yes, you will. You mustn't take things too seriously.
Jenny
It isn't a matter of yesterday, or to-day, or to-morrow. I can't alter myself. He knew I wasn't a lady when he married me. My father had to bring up five children on two-ten a week. You can't expect a man to send his daughters to a boarding-school at Brighton on that, and have them finished in Paris… He doesn't say a word when I do something or say something a lady wouldn't – but he purses up his lips, and looks… Then I get so mad that I do things just to aggravate him. Sometimes I try to be vulgar. One learns a good deal in a bar in the City, and I know so well the things to say that'll make Basil curl up. I want to get a bit of revenge out of him sometimes, and I know exactly where he's raw and where I can hurt him. [With a laugh of scorn.] You should see the way he looks when I don't eat properly, or when I call a man a Johnny.
John
[Drily.] It opens up endless possibilities of domestic unhappiness.
Jenny
Oh, I know it isn't fair to him, but I lose my head. I can't always be refined. Sometimes I can't help breaking out. I feel I must let myself go.
John
Why don't you separate, then?
Jenny
Because I love him. Oh, John, you don't know how I love him. I'd do anything to make him happy. I'd give my life if he wanted it. Oh, I can't say it, but when I think of him my heart burns so that sometimes I can hardly breathe. I can never show him that he's all in the world to me; I try to make him love me, and I only make him hate me. What can I do to show him? Ah, if he only knew, I'm sure he'd not regret that he married me. I feel – I feel as if my heart was full of music, and yet something prevents me from ever bringing it out.
John
D'you think he means it seriously when he talks of separation?
Jenny
He's been brooding over it. I know him so well, I knew there was something he was thinking over. Oh, John, I couldn't live without him. I'd rather die. If he leaves me, I swear I'll kill myself.
John
[Walking up and down.] I wish I could help you. I don't see anything I can do.
Jenny
Oh, yes, there is. Speak to your sister-in-law. Ask her to have mercy on me. Perhaps she doesn't know what she's doing. Tell her I love him… Take care. There's Basil. If he knew what I'd said he'd never speak to me again.
[Basil comes in, dressed in a frock-coat; with atall hat in his hand.
Basil
I'm ready. We've just got time to catch the train.
John
All right. Good-bye, Mrs. Kent.
Jenny
[Keeping her eyes fixed on Basil.] Good-bye.
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