HECTOR. Indeed! May I ask what other objection applies?

TANNER. [impatiently] Oh, tell him, tell him. We shall never be able to keep the secret unless everybody knows what it is. Mr Malone: if you go to Nice with Violet, you go with another man"s wife. She is married.

HECTOR. [thunderstruck] You don"t tell me so!

TANNER. We do. In confidence.

RAMSDEN. [with an air of importance, lest Malone should suspect a misalliance] Her marriage has not yet been made known: she desires that it shall not be mentioned for the present.



HECTOR. I shall respect the lady"s wishes. Would it be indiscreet to ask who her husband is, in case I should have an opportunity of consulting him about this trip?

TANNER. We don"t know who he is.

HECTOR. [retiring into his sh.e.l.l in a very marked manner] In that case, I have no more to say.

They become more embarra.s.sed than ever.

OCTAVIUS. You must think this very strange.

HECTOR. A little singular. Pardon me for saving so.

RAMSDEN. [half apologetic, half huffy] The young lady was married secretly; and her husband has forbidden her, it seems, to declare his name. It is only right to tell you, since you are interested in Miss--er--in Violet.

OCTAVIUS. [sympathetically] I hope this is not a disappointment to you.

HECTOR. [softened, coming out of his sh.e.l.l again] Well it is a blow.

I can hardly understand how a man can leave a wife in such a position.

Surely it"s not customary. It"s not manly. It"s not considerate.

OCTAVIUS. We feel that, as you may imagine, pretty deeply.

RAMSDEN. [testily] It is some young fool who has not enough experience to know what mystifications of this kind lead to.

HECTOR. [with strong symptoms of moral repugnance] I hope so. A man need be very young and pretty foolish too to be excused for such conduct.

You take a very lenient view, Mr Ramsden. Too lenient to my mind. Surely marriage should enn.o.ble a man.

TANNER. [sardonically] Ha!

HECTOR. Am I to gather from that cacchination that you don"t agree with me, Mr Tanner?

TANNER. [drily] Get married and try. You may find it delightful for a while: you certainly won"t find it enn.o.bling. The greatest common measure of a man and a woman is not necessarily greater than the man"s single measure.

HECTOR. Well, we think in America that a woman"s moral number is higher than a man"s, and that the purer nature of a woman lifts a man right out of himself, and makes him better than he was.

OCTAVIUS. [with conviction] So it does.

TANNER. No wonder American women prefer to live in Europe! It"s more comfortable than standing all their lives on an altar to be worshipped.

Anyhow, Violet"s husband has not been enn.o.bled. So what"s to be done?

HECTOR. [shaking his head] I can"t dismiss that man"s conduct as lightly as you do, Mr Tanner. However, I"ll say no more. Whoever he is, he"s Miss Robinson"s husband; and I should be glad for her sake to think better of him.

OCTAVIUS. [touched; for he divines a secret sorrow] I"m very sorry, Malone. Very sorry.

HECTOR. [gratefully] You"re a good fellow, Robinson, Thank you.

TANNER. Talk about something else. Violet"s coming from the house.

HECTOR. I should esteem it a very great favor, men, if you would take the opportunity to let me have a few words with the lady alone. I shall have to cry off this trip; and it"s rather a delicate--

RAMSDEN. [glad to escape] Say no more. Come Tanner, Come, Tavy. [He strolls away into the park with Octavius and Tanner, past the motor car].

Violet comes down the avenue to Hector.

VIOLET. Are they looking?

HECTOR. No.

She kisses him.

VIOLET. Have you been telling lies for my sake?

HECTOR. Lying! Lying hardly describes it. I overdo it. I get carried away in an ecstasy of mendacity. Violet: I wish you"d let me own up.

VIOLET. [instantly becoming serious and resolute] No, no. Hector: you promised me not to.

HECTOR. I"ll keep my promise until you release me from it. But I feel mean, lying to those men, and denying my wife. Just dastardly.

VIOLET. I wish your father were not so unreasonable.

HECTOR. He"s not unreasonable. He"s right from his point of view. He has a prejudice against the English middle cla.s.s.

VIOLET. It"s too ridiculous. You know how I dislike saying such things to you, Hector; but if I were to--oh, well, no matter.

HECTOR. I know. If you were to marry the son of an English manufacturer of office furniture, your friends would consider it a misalliance. And here"s my silly old dad, who is the biggest office furniture man in the world, would show me the door for marrying the most perfect lady in England merely because she has no handle to her name. Of course it"s just absurd. But I tell you, Violet, I don"t like deceiving him. I feel as if I was stealing his money. Why won"t you let me own up?

VIOLET. We can"t afford it. You can be as romantic as you please about love, Hector; but you mustn"t be romantic about money.

HECTOR. [divided between his uxoriousness and his habitual elevation of moral sentiment] That"s very English. [Appealing to her impulsively]

Violet: Dad"s bound to find us out some day.

VIOLET. Oh yes, later on of course. But don"t let"s go over this every time we meet, dear. You promised--

HECTOR. All right, all right, I--

VIOLET. [not to be silenced] It is I and not you who suffer by this concealment; and as to facing a struggle and poverty and all that sort of thing I simply will not do it. It"s too silly.

HECTOR. You shall not. I"ll sort of borrow the money from my dad until I get on my own feet; and then I can own up and pay up at the same time.

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