THE BISHOP. They were not, my dear.
HOTCHKISS } { Hallo!
REGINALD } { What d"ye mean?
THE GENERAL } { Eh?
LEO } { Not married!
MRS. BRIDGENORTH } { What?
SYKES [rising in amazement] What on earth do you mean, Bishop? My parents were married.
HOTCHKISS. You cant remember, Cecil.
SYKES. Well, I never asked my mother to shew me her marriage lines, if thats what you mean. What man ever has? I never suspected--I never knew--Are you joking? Or have we all gone mad?
THE BISHOP. Dont be alarmed, Cecil. Let me explain. Your parents were not Anglicans. You were not, I think, Anglican yourself, until your second year at Oxford. They were Positivists. They went through the Positivist ceremony at Newton Hall in Fetter Lane after entering into the civil contract before the Registrar of the West Strand District. I ask you, as an Anglican Catholic, was that a marriage?
SYKES [overwhelmed] Great Heavens, no! a thousand times, no. I never thought of that. I"m a child of sin. [He collapses into the railed chair].
THE BISHOP. Oh, come, come! You are no more a child of sin than any Jew, or Mohammedan, or Nonconformist, or anyone else born outside the Church. But you see how it affects my view of the situation. To me there is only one marriage that is holy: the Church"s sacrament of marriage. Outside that, I can recognize no distinction between one civil contract and another. There was a time when all marriages were made in Heaven. But because the Church was unwise and would not make its ordinances reasonable, its power over men and women was taken away from it; and marriages gave place to contracts at a registry office. And now that our Governments refuse to make these contracts reasonable, those whom we in our blindness drove out of the Church will be driven out of the registry office; and we shall have the history of Ancient Rome repeated. We shall be joined by our solicitors for seven, fourteen, or twenty-one years--or perhaps months.
Deeds of partnership will replace the old vows.
THE GENERAL. Would you, a Bishop, approve of such partnerships?
THE BISHOP. Do you think that I, a Bishop, approve of the Deceased Wife"s Sister Act? That did not prevent its becoming law.
THE GENERAL. But when the Government sounded you as to whether youd marry a man to his deceased wife"s sister you very naturally and properly told them youd see them d.a.m.ned first.
THE BISHOP [horrified] No, no, really, Boxer! You must not--
THE GENERAL [impatiently] Oh, of course I dont mean that you used those words. But that was the meaning and the spirit of it.
THE BISHOP. Not the spirit, Boxer, I protest. But never mind that. The point is that State marriage is already divorced from Church marriage. The relations between Leo and Rejjy and Sinjon are perfectly legal; but do you expect me, as a Bishop, to approve of them?
THE GENERAL. I dont defend Reginald. He should have kicked you out of the house, Mr. Hotchkiss.
REGINALD [rising] How could I kick him out of the house? He"s stronger than me: he could have kicked me out if it came to that.
He did kick me out: what else was it but kicking out, to take my wife"s affections from me and establish himself in my place? [He comes to the hearth].
HOTCHKISS. I protest, Reginald, I said all that a man could to prevent the smash.
REGINALD. Oh, I know you did: I dont blame you: people dont do these things to one another: they happen and they cant be helped.
What was I to do? I was old: she was young. I was dull: he was brilliant. I had a face like a walnut: he had a face like a mushroom. I was as glad to have him in the house as she was: he amused me. And we were a couple of fools: he gave us good advice --told us what to do when we didnt know. She found out that I wasnt any use to her and he was; so she nabbed him and gave me the chuck.
LEO. If you dont stop talking in that disgraceful way about our married life, I"ll leave the room and never speak to you again.
REGINALD. Youre not going to speak to me again, anyhow, are you?
Do you suppose I"m going to visit you when you marry him?
HOTCHKISS. I hope so. Surely youre not going to be vindictive, Rejjy. Besides, youll have all the advantages I formerly enjoyed.
Youll be the visitor, the relief, the new face, the fresh news, the hopeless attachment: I shall only be the husband.
REGINALD [savagely] Will you tell me this, any of you? how is it that we always get talking about Hotchkiss when our business is about Edith? [He fumes up the kitchen to the tower and back to his chair].
MRS BRIDGENORTH. Will somebody tell me how the world is to go on if n.o.body is to get married?
SYKES. Will somebody tell me what an honorable man and a sincere Anglican is to propose to a woman whom he loves and who loves him and wont marry him?
LEO. Will somebody tell me how I"m to arrange to take care of Rejjy when I"m married to Sinjon. Rejjy must not be allowed to marry anyone else, especially that odious nasty creature that told all those wicked lies about him in Court.
HOTCHKISS. Let us draw up the first English partnership deed.
LEO. For shame, Sinjon!
THE BISHOP. Somebody must begin, my dear. Ive a very strong suspicion that when it is drawn up it will be so much worse than the existing law that you will all prefer getting married. We shall therefore be doing the greatest possible service to morality by just trying how the new system would work.
LESBIA [suddenly reminding them of her forgotten presence as she stands thoughtfully in the garden doorway] Ive been thinking.
THE BISHOP [to Hotchkiss] Nothing like making people think: is there, Sinjon?
LESBIA [coming to the table, on the General"s left] A woman has no right to refuse motherhood. That is clear, after the statistics given in The Times by Mr Sidney Webb.
THE GENERAL. Mr Webb has nothing to do with it. It is the Voice of Nature.
LESBIA. But if she is an English lady it is her right and her duty to stand out for honorable conditions. If we can agree on the conditions, I am willing to enter into an alliance with Boxer.
The General staggers to his feet, momentarily stupent and speechless.
EDITH [rising] And I with Cecil.
LEO [rising] And I with Rejjy and St John.
THE GENERAL [aghast] An alliance! Do you mean a--a--a--
REGINALD. She only means bigamy, as I understand her.
THE GENERAL. Alfred: how long more are you going to stand there and countenance this lunacy? Is it a horrible dream or am I awake? In the name of common sense and sanity, let us go back to real life--
Collins comes in through the tower, in alderman"s robes. The ladies who are standing sit down hastily, and look as unconcerned as possible.
COLLINS. Sorry to hurry you, my lord; but the Church has been full this hour past; and the organist has played all the wedding music in Lohengrin three times over.
THE GENERAL. The very man we want. Alfred: I"m not equal to this crisis. You are not equal to it. The Army has failed. The Church has failed. I shall put aside all idle social distinctions and appeal to the Munic.i.p.ality.
MRS BRIDGENORTH. Do, Boxer. He is sure to get us out of this difficulty.
Collins, a little puzzled, comes forward affably to Hotchkiss"s left.
HOTCHKISS [rising, impressed by the aldermanic gown] Ive not had the pleasure. Will you introduce me?
COLLINS [confidentially] All right, sir. Only the greengrocer, sir, in charge of the wedding breakfast. Mr Alderman Collins, sir, when I"m in my gown.