Well, Captain Murray left her five thousand a year, and she thinks Basil Kent a genius.
JOHN.
There"s not a drawing-room in Regent"s Park or in Bayswater that hasn"t got its tame genius. I don"t know if Basil Kent is much more than very clever.
MABEL.
Anyhow, I"m sure it"s a mistake to marry geniuses. They"re horribly bad-tempered, and they invariably make love to other people"s wives.
JOHN.
Hilda always has gone in for literary people. That"s the worst of marrying a cavalryman, it leads you to attach so much importance to brains.
MABEL.
Yes, but she needn"t marry them. If she wants to encourage Basil let her do it from a discreet distance. Genius always thrives best on bread and water and platonic attachments. If Hilda marries him he"ll only become fat and ugly and bald-headed and stupid.
JOHN.
Why, then he"ll make an ideal Member of Parliament.
[BASIL _and_ HILDA _come into the room again_.
MABEL.
[_Maliciously._] Well, what have you been talking about?
HILDA.
[_Acidly._] The weather and the crops, Shakespeare and the Musical Gla.s.ses.
MABEL.
[_Raising her eyebrows._] Oh!
HILDA.
It"s getting very late, Mabel. We really must be going.
MABEL.
[_Getting up._] And I"ve got to pay at least twelve calls. I hope every one will be out.
HILDA.
People are so stupid, they"re always in when you call.
MABEL.
[_Holding out her hand to_ BASIL.] Good-bye.
HILDA.
[_Coldly._] Thanks so much, Mr. Kent. I"m afraid we disturbed you awfully.
BASIL.
[_Shaking hands with her._] I"ve been enchanted to see you. Good-bye.
MABEL.
[_Lightly._] We shall see you again before you go to Italy, shan"t we?
BASIL.
Oh, I"m not going to Italy now, I"ve changed all my plans.
MABEL.
[_Giving_ JOHN _a look_.] Oh! Well, good-bye. Aren"t you coming, John.
JOHN.
No: I think I"ll stay and have a little chat with Basil, while you tread the path of duty.
MABEL.
Well, mind you"re in early. We"ve got a lot of disgusting people coming to dinner.
HILDA.
[_With a smile._] Poor things! Who are they?
MABEL.
I forget who they are. But I know they"re loathsome. That"s why I asked them.
[BASIL _opens the door, and the two women go out_.
JOHN.
[_Sitting down and stretching himself._] Now that we"ve got rid of our womankind let"s make ourselves comfortable. [_Taking a pipe out of his pocket._] I think I"ll sample your baccy if you"ll pa.s.s it along.
BASIL.
[_Handing him the jar._] I"m rather glad you stayed, John. I wanted to talk to you.
JOHN.