EMILY. [_With a quiet a.s.surance._] I have never been so well and contented.
OLLIVANT. [_Tenderly._] I know better, Emily; can"t I see you"re getting thinner and older? [_Stopping her protests._] Now, let me manage this, dear. It"s a girl"s place to stay at home. You know my feelings about that. Suppose anything should happen to your mother, what would _I_ do?
MARY. So it"s not mother alone you are thinking of?
OLLIVANT. [_Tersely._] I"m thinking of your place at home--doing a woman"s work. I"m not proud of having my daughter off earning her own living as though I couldn"t support her.
EMILY. George!
MARY. I thought it was only because I was on the stage.
OLLIVANT. Well, it"s not the most heavenly place, is it? A lot of narrow-minded fools here in town thought I was crazy to _let_ you go; I knew how they felt; I grinned and bore it. You were my daughter and I loved you, and I didn"t want them to think any less of you by their finding out you were leaving against my wish.
MARY. [_Slowly, with comprehension._] That"s what hurt you.
OLLIVANT. Well, I blamed myself a bit for taking you to plays and liking them myself.
MARY. People here will soon forget about me and merely be sorry for you.
OLLIVANT. [_Persuasively._] Why, Mary. I"ve made it easy for you to stay. I told every one you were coming home for good. They"ll think me a fool if----
MARY. [_Tenderly._] You meant what was dear and good, father; but you had no right to say that. I"m sorry.
OLLIVANT. I did it because I thought you had come to your senses.
MARY. [_Firmly._] I never saw so clearly as I do now.
OLLIVANT. [_Bluntly._] Then you"re stubborn--plain stubborn--not to admit failure.
MARY. [_Startled._] Failure?
OLLIVANT. I know what the newspapers said; Ben sent them to me.
MARY. Which ones?
OLLIVANT. Why, all of them, I guess.
MARY. Did he send you the good ones?
OLLIVANT. Were there any?
MARY. Oh, I see. So Ben carefully picked out only those which would please you.
OLLIVANT. [_Sarcastically._] Please me?
MARY. Yes; because you and he didn"t want me to succeed; because you thought failure would bring me home. But don"t you think I"ll let some cub reporter settle things for me. I"ll never come home through failure--never.
OLLIVANT. [_Kindly._] Ben and I only want to protect you, Mary.
MARY. Why do men always want to protect women?
OLLIVANT. Because we know the world.
MARY. Yes; but you don"t know _me_. Father, you still think I"m only a foolish, stage-struck girl, and want flowers and men and my name in big letters. It isn"t that.
OLLIVANT. Well, what is it, then?
MARY. Oh--I want to be an artist. I don"t suppose you can understand it; I didn"t, myself, at first. I was born with it, but didn"t know what it was till that first time you took me to the theatre.
OLLIVANT. So it was all my fault?
MARY. It isn"t anybody"s fault; it"s just a fact. I knew from that day what I wanted to do. I wanted to act--to create. I don"t care whether I play a leading lady or a scrub-woman, if I can do it with truth and beauty.
OLLIVANT. Well, you haven"t done much of either, have you? What have you got to show for our unhappiness? What have you got ahead of you?
MARY. Nothing--definite.
OLLIVANT. [_Incredulously._] Yet, you"re going to keep at it?
MARY. Yes.
OLLIVANT. What do you think of that, Emily?
MARY. I am going to the city Monday.
OLLIVANT. [_Persistently._] But what will you do when you get there?
MARY. What I"ve done before: hunt a job, tramp the streets, call at the offices, be snubbed and insulted by office-boys--keep at it till I get something to do.
OLLIVANT. Come, come, Mary; don"t make me lose patience. Put your pride in your pocket. You"ve had your fling. You"ve tried and failed. Give it all up and stay home here where you can be comfortable.
MARY. [_With intense feeling._] Father, I can"t give it up. It doesn"t make any difference how they treat me, how many times I get my "notice"
and don"t even make good according to their standards. I can"t give it up. I simply can"t. It keeps gnawing inside me and driving me on. It"s there--always there, and I know if I keep at work I will succeed. I know it; I know it.
[MARY _throws herself into the chair, much stirred_. EMILY"S _eyes have eagerly followed her throughout this as though responding sympathetically, but_ OLLIVANT _has stood in silence, watching her apparently without comprehension_.]
OLLIVANT. [_Not without kindness._] Something inside. Huh! Have you any clear idea what she"s talking about, Emily?
[MARY _gives a short, hurt cry and goes quickly to the window, looking out and controlling herself with an effort_.]
EMILY. [_Softly, as she looks at_ MARY.] I think I understand.
OLLIVANT. I don"t. Something inside. I never had anything like that bothering me. What"s it all mean?
EMILY. [_Quietly._] So many people use the same words, but cannot understand each other.
OLLIVANT. Well, you seem to think it"s mighty important Mary, whatever it is; but it"s too much for me. If you had something to show for it I wouldn"t mind. But you"re just where you started and you might as well give up.