HOTCHKISS [deliberately] I shall pay my first visit to your husband this afternoon.
MRS GEORGE. Youll see what he"ll say to you when I tell him what youve just done.
HOTCHKISS. What can he say? What dare he say?
MRS GEORGE. Suppose he kicks you out of the house?
HOTCHKISS. How can he? Ive fought seven duels with sabres. Ive muscles of iron. Nothing hurts me: not even broken bones.
Fighting is absolutely uninteresting to me because it doesnt frighten me or amuse me; and I always win. Your husband is in all these respects an average man, probably. He will be horribly afraid of me; and if under the stimulus of your presence, and for your sake, and because it is the right thing to do among vulgar people, he were to attack me, I should simply defeat him and humiliate him [he gradually gets his hands on the chair and takes it from her, as his words go home phrase by phrase]. Sooner than expose him to that, you would suffer a thousand stolen kisses, wouldnt you?
MRS GEORGE [in utter consternation] You young viper!
HOTCHKISS. Ha ha! You are in my power. That is one of the oversights of your code of honor for husbands: the man who can bully them can insult their wives with impunity. Tell him if you dare. If I choose to take ten kisses, how will you prevent me?
MRS GEORGE. You come within reach of me and I"ll not leave a hair on your head.
HOTCHKISS [catching her wrists dexterously] Ive got your hands.
MRS GEORGE. Youve not got my teeth. Let go; or I"ll bite. I will, I tell you. Let go.
HOTCHKISS. Bite away: I shall taste quite as nice as George.
MRS GEORGE. You beast. Let me go. Do you call yourself a gentleman, to use your brute strength against a woman?
HOTCHKISS. You are stronger than me in every way but this. Do you think I will give up my one advantage? Promise youll receive me when I call this afternoon.
MRS GEORGE. After what youve just done? Not if it was to save my life.
HOTCHKISS. I"ll amuse George.
MRS GEORGE. He wont be in.
HOTCHKISS [taken aback] Do you mean that we should be alone?
MRS GEORGE [s.n.a.t.c.hing away her hands triumphantly as his grasp relaxes] Aha! Thats cooled you, has it?
HOTCHKISS [anxiously] When will George be at home?
MRS GEORGE. It wont matter to you whether he"s at home or not.
The door will be slammed in your face whenever you call.
HOTCHKISS. No servant in London is strong enough to close a door that I mean to keep open. You cant escape me. If you persist, I"ll go into the coal trade; make George"s acquaintance on the coal exchange; and coax him to take me home with him to make your acquaintance.
MRS GEORGE. We have no use for you, young man: neither George nor I [she sails away from him and sits down at the end of the table near the study door].
HOTCHKISS [following her and taking the next chair round the corner of the table] Yes you have. George cant fight for you: I can.
MRS GEORGE [turning to face him] You bully. You low bully.
HOTCHKISS. You have courage and fascination: I have courage and a pair of fists. We"re both bullies, Polly.
MRS GEORGE. You have a mischievous tongue. Thats enough to keep you out of my house.
HOTCHKISS. It must be rather a house of cards. A word from me to George--just the right word, said in the right way--and down comes your house.
MRS GEORGE. Thats why I"ll die sooner than let you into it.
HOTCHKISS. Then as surely as you live, I enter the coal trade to- morrow. George"s taste for amusing company will deliver him into my hands. Before a month pa.s.ses your home will be at my mercy.
MRS GEORGE [rising, at bay] Do you think I"ll let myself be driven into a trap like this?
HOTCHKISS. You are in it already. Marriage is a trap. You are married. Any man who has the power to spoil your marriage has the power to spoil your life. I have that power over you.
MRS GEORGE [desperate] You mean it?
HOTCHKISS. I do.
MRS GEORGE [resolutely] Well, spoil my marriage and be--
HOTCHKISS [springing up] Polly!
MRS GEORGE. Sooner than be your slave I"d face any unhappiness.
HOTCHKISS. What! Even for George?
MRS GEORGE. There must be honor between me and George, happiness or no happiness. Do your worst.
HOTCHKISS [admiring her] Are you really game, Polly? Dare you defy me?
MRS GEORGE. If you ask me another question I shant be able to keep my hands off you [she dashes distractedly past him to the other end of the table, her fingers crisping].
HOTCHKISS. That settles it. Polly: I adore you: we were born for one another. As I happen to be a gentleman, I"ll never do anything to annoy or injure you except that I reserve the right to give you a black eye if you bite me; but youll never get rid of me now to the end of your life.
MRS GEORGE. I shall get rid of you if the beadle has to brain you with the mace for it [she makes for the tower].
HOTCHKISS [running between the table and the oak chest and across to the tower to cut her off] You shant.
MRS GEORGE [panting] Shant I though?
HOTCHKISS. No you shant. I have one card left to play that youve forgotten. Why were you so unlike yourself when you spoke to the Bishop?
MRS GEORGE [agitated beyond measure] Stop. Not that. You shall respect that if you respect nothing else. I forbid you. [He kneels at her feet]. What are you doing? Get up: dont be a fool.
HOTCHKISS. Polly: I ask you on my knees to let me make George"s acquaintance in his home this afternoon; and I shall remain on my knees till the Bishop comes in and sees us. What will he think of you then?
MRS GEORGE [beside herself] Wheres the poker? She rushes to the fireplace; seizes the poker; and makes for Hotchkiss, who flies to the study door. The Bishop enters just then and finds himself between them, narrowly escaping a blow from the poker.
THE BISHOP. Dont hit him, Mrs Collins. He is my guest.