JOE. You"m a fair brute, Matthew Trevaskis.
MATTHEW. And you"m a coward, Joe Pengilly. [_Matthew clasps his hands round his raised knee and nods at Joe, who sits._] I"ve given you golden advice, and if only a pal had given it to me years ago I shouldn"t be in the place I"m in now, but be master of my own wife and my own chimney-corner.
[_Joe puts his hands in his pockets and tilts back his chair as he gazes up at the ceiling as if for inspiration._]
JOE. I cain"t stomach the idea at all; it"s like murderin" a baby, somehow.
MATTHEW. Stuff! You needn"t lay on too hard to make bruises nor nothin".
[_Joe goes pale and puts his head in his hands for a moment, and he almost whispers._]
JOE. Good Lord! Bruises! Why, man, she"ve got flesh like a flower!
[_Matthew suddenly holds out his hand to Joe, who shakes it feebly._]
MATTHEW. I almost envies thee, mate. Why, thee"s fair daft wi" love still.
JOE. Of course I be! [_Sullenly._] She"s more nor meat and drink to me; allus have been since the first I took to she.
MATTHEW. All the more reason to beat her, and at once. [_Sternly._]
You"ll lose her, sure enough, if you don"t. It"s the only chance for thee now, and I do knaw I"m speaking gospel truth.
[_A long pause, in which Joe meditates with a grave face. He suddenly snaps the fingers of his right hand as he says quickly._]
JOE. I"ll do it. It"ll nearly be the finish of me, but if you"re certain sure she"ll love me more after it I"ll shut my eyes and set my teeth and--and--yes, upon my soul, I"ll do it! She"m more to me than all the world, and I"ll save she and myself with her. But are you sure it will do any good?
[_Matthew wrings Joe"s hands and then slaps him on the back._]
MATTHEW. I swear it, brother. [_Solemnly._] I"ve never once known it fail.
JOE [_anxiously_]. Never once in all your travels?
[_Matthew looks down._]
MATTHEW. Iss, mate, once, sure enough, but the woman had never cared twopence for the man to start with. After it she left "un altogether.
JOE [_with a groan_]. Oh! Good Lord!
MATTHEW. That was no fair start like a thing. See?
JOE. No, to be sure.
MATTHEW. Now! [_He strikes Joe"s shoulder briskly._] Now for it!
[_Joe twists round towards the door, and a miserable smile is on his lips._]
JOE. Well, what now?
[_Matthew bends down to Joe"s ear and whispers._]
MATTHEW. We must go and buy the cane.
JOE. Sakes!
MATTHEW. Bear up! It"ll all be over by this time to-morrow night, and that"s a great stand by, isn"t it?
JOE. I suppose it is. [_Gloomily._] Who"ll be spokesman over the buyin"?
MATTHEW. Me, my son. How far will "e go i" price?
[_Joe shakes his head and looks wearily at Matthew._]
JOE. It"s no odds to me, Matthey; I don"t know and don"t care!
MATTHEW. Will sixpence ruin "e?
JOE. It"s all ruin. I"m sweatin" like a bull with fear and shame, and wish I was dead and buried.
[_Matthew points to the door and the two men move slowly towards it._]
MATTHEW. It"s just on nine o"clock. Kezia will be back afore we start if we don"t mind. Don"t stop to think when you come back, but rush right in and set at it at once, and she"ll have time to come round before you settle for the night. Bein" Sat.u.r.day night, all the neighbors be mostly i" town shoppin", and if there should be a scream I"ll make up a yarn to any one who comes near as "ll stop all gossip. I shan"t be far off till I reckon it"s all over.
[_Joe"s teeth are set and his head down, and he gazes at the door and then at Matthew, irresolutely._]
MATTHEW. Thee deserves to lose her if thee be real chicken-hearted like this "ere.
[_Joe makes a dart forward, unlatches the door, rushes out followed by Matthew._]
MATTHEW [_outside_]. Go round by the croft and then we shan"t meet her coming home.
[_After a pause the door slowly opens and Kezia comes in. She has a basket in one hand and a string bag full of parcels in the other. She looks round, puts her parcels on the table and in the cupboards, pokes the fire, and then takes her basket in her hand again, looks at the clock and goes into the inner room. She comes back with her outdoor garments off and a loose dressing-jacket of white and blue linen over her arm. She goes to a drawer in the table and brings out a little comb and brush and stands thinking._]
KEZIA. I"ll do my hair down here. He cain"t be long, and it"s cold upstairs. Gone for tobacco, I suppose, and he"ll want his tea when he comes in.
[_She puts the kettle on the fire. She undoes her hair, facing audience; shakes it about her shoulders, puts on her dressing-jacket and begins to brush and comb her hair before the fire, and near the settle she bends down and warms her hands, singing a lullaby as she does so. She then stands facing the fire, smiling to herself as she sings. So absorbed is she in her thoughts that she does not see the street-door open and the white, scared face of Joe appear. He puts his hands behind his back when he has softly shut the door, and tip-toes towards Kezia, who never sees him till he has sat down swiftly on the settle, the further corner to where she stands. His left hand, with the cane in it, is not visible to Kezia, as it is hidden by the end of the settle.
Tying a large plait on one side of her head--the nearest to him--with pink ribbon, she suddenly turns round and sees him, and their eyes meet. She sits down by him. Kezia"s face is very sweet and smiling as she tosses the plait over her shoulder._]
KEZIA. Seen a ghost, Joey, my dear, or is it Kezia come to her senses at last, think you?
[_Joe does not stir. He gazes at Kezia with a puzzled and tender expression._]
JOE. What"s come to thee, la.s.s?
KEZIA. Guess!
[_Kezia clasps her hands behind her head and looks into Joe"s face with a happy smile._]
JOE. Cain"t at all.