GINEVRA. "Not they. And half-past eleven has struck. I oughtn"t to stay any longer; as it is, I don"t know what my landlady will say."
She means that she does know.
COSMO. "I"ll see you to your place whenever you like. My uniform will make it all right for you."
GINEVRA. "You child. But I simply can"t go till I know what has happened. Where, oh where, can they be?"
COSMO. "That"s all right. Father told you he had a message from mother saying that they had gone to the theatre."
GINEVRA. "But why?"
COSMO. "Yes, it seemed to bother him, too."
GINEVRA. "The theatre. That is what she _said_."
Here Cosmo takes up a commanding position on the hearthrug; it could not be bettered unless with a cigar in the mouth.
COSMO. "Look here, Miss Dunbar, it may be that I have a little crow to pick with mother when she comes back, but I cannot allow anyone else to say a word against her. _Comprenez?_"
Ginevra"s reply is lost to the world because at this moment Amy"s sparkling eyes show round the door. How softly she must have crossed the little hall!
GINEVRA. "Amy, at last!"
AMY. "Sh!" She speaks to some one unseen, "There are only Ginevra and Cosmo here."
Thus encouraged Alice enters. Despite her demeanour they would see, if they knew her better, that she has been having a good time, and is in hopes that it is not ended yet. She comes in, as it were, under Amy"s guidance. Ginevra is introduced, and Alice then looks to Amy for instructions what to do next.
AMY, encouragingly, "Sit down, mother."
ALICE. "Where shall I sit, dear?" Amy gives her the nicest chair in the room. "Thank you, Amy." She is emboldened to address her son.
"Where is your father, Cosmo?"
Cosmo remembers his slap, and that he has sworn to converse with her no more. He indicates, however, that his father is in the room overhead. Alice meekly accepts the rebuff. "Shall I go to him, Amy?"
AMY, considerately, "If you think you feel strong enough, mother."
ALICE. "You have given me strength."
AMY. "I am so glad." She strokes her mother soothingly. "_What_ will you tell him?"
ALICE. "All, Amy--all, all."
AMY. "Brave mother."
ALICE. "Who could not be brave with such a daughter." On reflection, "And with such a son."
Helped by encouraging words from Amy she departs on her perilous enterprise. The two conspirators would now give a handsome competence to Cosmo to get him out of the room. He knows it, and sits down.
COSMO, "I say, what is she going to tell father?"
AMY, with a despairing glance at Ginevra, "Oh, nothing."
GINEVRA, with a clever glance at Amy, "Cosmo, you promised to see me home."
COSMO, the polite, "Right O."
GINEVRA. "But you haven"t got your boots on."
COSMO. "I won"t be a minute." He pauses at the door. "I say I believe you"re trying to get rid of me. Look here, I won"t budge till you tell me what mother is speaking about to father."
AMY. "It is about the drawing-room curtains."
COSMO. "Good lord!" As soon as he has gone they rush at each other; they don"t embrace; they stop when their noses are an inch apart, and then talk. This is the stage way for lovers. It is difficult to accomplish without rubbing noses, but they have both been practising.
GINEVRA. "Quick, Amy, did you get the letters?"
AMY. "There are no letters."
Ginevra is so taken aback that her nose bobs. Otherwise the two are absolutely motionless. She cleverly recovers herself.
GINEVRA. "No letters; how unlike life. You are quite sure?"
AMY. "I have my mother"s word for it."
GINEVRA. "Is that enough?"
AMY. "And you now have mine."
GINEVRA. "Then it hadn"t gone far?"
AMY. "No, merely a painful indiscretion. But if father had known it--you know what husbands are."
GINEVRA. "Yes, indeed. Did he follow her?"
Amy nods. "Did you hide?" Amy nods again.
AMY. "Worse than that, Ginevra. To deceive him I had to pretend that I was the woman. And now--Ginevra, can you guess?--" Here they have to leave off doing noses. On the stage it can be done for ever so much longer, but only by those who are paid accordingly.
GINEVRA. "You don"t mean--?"
AMY. "I think I do, but what do you mean?"
GINEVRA. "I mean--the great thing."
AMY. "Then it is, yes. Ginevra, I am affianced to the man, Steve!"
Ginevra could here quickly drink a gla.s.s of water if there was one in the room.
GINEVRA, wandering round her old friend, "You seem the same, Amy, yet somehow different."