Yes, Lucy?
Lucy
I want to give into your charge what I love most in the world… George, have you thought at all what you're going to do now? I'm afraid you can't go back to Oxford.
George
No, I don't know what's to become of me. I wish I were dead.
Lucy
An idea has just come to me. I'm going to ask Mr. Mackenzie to take you with him to Africa. Will you go?
George
Yes, yes! I'd do anything to get away from England. I daren't face my friends – I'm too ashamed.
Lucy
Ah, but it's not to hide yourself that I want you to go. Mr. Mackenzie, I daresay you know that we've always been very proud of our name. And now it's hopelessly dishonoured.
George
Lucy, for God's sake …
Lucy
[Turning to him.] Now our only hope is in you. You have the opportunity of achieving a great thing. You can bring back the old name to its old honour. Oh, I wish I were a man. I can do nothing but wait and watch. If I could only fill you with my courage and with my ambition! Mr. Mackenzie, you asked if you could do anything for me. You can give George the chance of wiping out the shame of our family.
Alec
Do you know that he will have to suffer every sort of danger and privation, that often he will be parched by the heat, and often soaked to the skin for days together? Sometimes he'll not have enough to eat, and he'll have to work harder than a navvy.
Lucy
Do you hear, George? Are you willing to go?
George
I'll do anything you want me to, Lucy.
Alec
And you know that he may get killed. There may be a good deal of fighting.
Lucy
If he dies a brave man's death, I have nothing more to ask.
Alec
[To George.] Very well. Come with me, and I'll do my best for you.
Lucy
Ah, thanks. You are really my friend.
Alec
And when I come back?
Lucy
Then, if you still care, ask your question again.
Alec
And the answer?
Lucy
[With a little smile.] The answer, perhaps, will be different.
END OF THE FIRST ACT
THE SECOND ACT
Scene: Alec Mackenzie's tent in North-East Africa. It is night. The place is dimly lighted. There is a little camp bed in one corner with a mosquito net over it. There are two or three folding chairs, some tin cases, and a table. On this a gun is lying.
Dick is seated with his head on his hands, leaning on the table, fast asleep. Dr. Adamson, the surgeon of the expedition, comes in. He is a large-boned brawny fellow with a Scotch accent. He looks at Dick and smiles.
Doctor
Hulloa, there! [Dick starts up and seizes the gun. The Doctor laughs.] All right. Don't shoot. It's only me.
Dick
[With a laugh.] Why the dickens did you wake me up? I was dreaming – dreaming of a high-heeled boot and a neat ankle, and the swish of a white lace petticoat.
Doctor
I thought I'd just have a look at your arm.
Dick
It's one of the most æsthetic sights I know.
Doctor