BOBBY. Righto. (He puts them out.) I say, what a night! (The moonlight streams through the windows on them.) You"ll hardly want a candle.
[They go out together.
(The hall is empty. Suddenly the front door bell is heard to ring.
After a little interval, ALICE comes in, turns on the light, and looks round the hall. She is walking across the hall to the drawing-room when MR. KNOWLE comes in from behind her, and she turns round.)
MR. KNOWLE. Were you looking for me, Alice?
ALICE. Yes, sir. There"s a gentleman at the front door, sir.
MR. KNOWLE. Rather late for a call, isn"t it?
ALICE. He"s in a motor car, sir, and it"s broken down, and he wondered if you"d lend him a little petrol. He told me to say how very sorry he was to trouble you----
MR. KNOWLE. But he"s not troubling me at all--particularly if Peters is about. I daresay you could find Peters, Alice, and if it"s not troubling Peters too much, perhaps he would see to it. And ask the gentleman to come in. We can"t keep him standing on the door-mat.
ALICE. Yes, sir. I did ask him before, sir.
MR. KNOWLE. Well, ask him this time in the voice of one who is about to bring in the whiskey.
ALICE. Yes, sir.
MR. KNOWLE. And then--bring in the whiskey.
ALICE. Yes, sir. (She goes out, and returns a moment later) He says, thank you very much, sir, but he really won"t come in, and he"s very sorry indeed to trouble you about the petrol.
MR. KNOWLE. Ah! I"m afraid we were too allusive for him.
ALICE (hopefully). Yes, sir.
MR. KNOWLE. Well, we won"t be quite so subtle this time. Present Mr.
Knowle"s compliments, and say that I shall be very much honoured if he will drink a gla.s.s of whiskey with me before proceeding on his journey.
ALICE. Yes, sir.
MR. KNOWLE. And then--bring in the whiskey.
ALICE. Yes, sir. (She goes out. In a little while she comes back followed by the stranger, who is dressed from head to foot in a long cloak.) Mr. Gervase Mallory.
[She goes out.
MR. KNOWLE. How do you do, Mr. Mallory? I"m very glad to see you.
(They shake hands.)
GERVASE. It"s very kind of you. I really must apologise for bothering you like this. I"m afraid I"m being an awful nuisance.
MR. KNOWLE. Not at all. Are you going far?
GERVASE. Collingham. I live at Little Malling, about twenty miles away. Do you know it?
MR. KNOWLE. Yes. I"ve been through it. I didn"t know it was as far away as that.
GERVASE (with a laugh). Well, perhaps only by the way I came. The fact is I"ve lost myself rather.
MR. KNOWLE. I"m afraid you have. Collingham. You oughtn"t to have come within five miles of us.
GERVASE. I suppose I oughtn"t.
MR. KNOWLE. Well, all the more reason for having a drink now that you _are_ here.
GERVASE. It"s awfully kind of you.
(ALICE comes in.)
MR. KNOWLE. Ah, here we are. (ALICE puts down the whiskey.) You"ve told Peters?
ALICE. Yes, sir. He"s looking after it now.
MR. KNOWLE. That"s right, (ALICE goes out.) You"ll have some whiskey, won"t you?
GERVASE. Thanks very much.
(He comes to the table.)
MR. KNOWLE. And do take your coat off, won"t you, and make yourself comfortable?
GERVASE. Er--thanks. I don"t think---- (He smiles to himself and keeps his cloak on.)
MR. KNOWLE (busy with the drinks). Say when.
GERVASE. Thank you.
MR. KNOWLE. And soda?
GERVASE. Please. . . . Thanks!
(He takes the gla.s.s.)
MR. KNOWLE (giving himself one). I"m so glad you came, because I have a horror of drinking alone. Even when my wife gives me cough-mixture, I insist on somebody else in the house having cough-mixture too. A gla.s.s of cough-mixture with an old friend just before going to bed---- (He looks up) But do take your coat off, won"t you, and sit down and be comfortable?
GERVASE. Er--thanks very much, but I don"t think---- (With a shrug and a smile) Oh, well! (He puts down his gla.s.s and begins to take it off.
He is in fancy dress--the wonderful young Prince in blue and gold of MELISANDE"S dream.)
(MR. KNOWLE turns round to him again just as he has put his cloak down. He looks at GERVASE in amazement.)
MR. KNOWLE (pointing to his whiskey gla.s.s). But I haven"t even begun it yet. . . . Perhaps it"s the port.
GERVASE (laughing). I"m awfully sorry. You must wonder what on earth I"m doing.