Capt. G. I"m here, darling.
VOICE. What has happened? They"ve been bothering me so with medicines and things, and they wouldn"t let you come and see me. I was never ill before. Am I ill now?
Capt. G. You--you aren"t quite well.
VOICE. How funny! Have I been ill long?
Capt. G. Some days; but you"ll be all right in a little time.
VOICE. Do you think so, Pip? I don"t feel well and--Oh! what have they done to my hair?
Capt. G. I d-d-on"t know.
VOICE. They"ve cut it off. What a shame!
Capt. G. It must have been to make your head cooler.
VOICE. Just like a boy"s wig. Don"t I look horrid?
Capt. G. Never looked prettier in your life, dear. (Aside.) How am I to ask her to say goodbye?
VOICE. I don"t feel pretty. I feel very ill. My heart won"t work.
It"s nearly dead inside me, and there"s a funny feeling in my eyes.
Everything seems the same distance--you and the almirah and the table inside my eyes or miles away. What does it mean, Pip?
Capt. G. You"re a little feverish, Sweetheart--very feverish. (Breaking down.) My love! my love! How can I let you go?
VOICE. I thought so. Why didn"t you tell me that at first?
Capt. G. What?
VOICE. That I am going to--die.
Capt. G. But you aren"t! You sha"n"t.
Ayah to punkah-coolie. (Stepping into veranda after a glance at the bed.
). Punkah chor do! (Stop pulling the punkah.)
VOICE. It"s hard, Pip. So very, very hard after one year--just one year. (Wailing.) And I"m only twenty. Most girls aren"t even married at twenty. Can"t they do anything to help me? I don"t want to die.
Capt. G. Hush, dear. You won"t.
VOICE. What"s the use of talking? Help me! You"ve never failed me yet.
Oh, Phil, help me to keep alive. (Feverishly.) I don"t believe you wish me to live. You weren"t a bit sorry when that horrid Baby thing died. I wish I"d killed it!
Capt. G. (Drawing his hand across his forehead.) It"s more than a man"s meant to bear--it"s not right. (Aloud.) Minnie, love, I"d die for you if it would help.
VOICE. No more death. There"s enough already. Pip, don"t you die too.
Capt. G. I wish I dared.
VOICE. It says: "Till Death do us part." Nothing after that--and so it would be no use. It stops at the dying. Why does it stop there? Only such a very short life, too. Pip, I"m sorry we married.
Capt. G. No! Anything but that, Min!
VOICE. Because you"ll forget and I"ll forget. Oh, Pip, don"t forget! I always loved you, though I was cross sometimes. If I ever did anything that you didn"t like, say you forgive me now.
Capt. G. You never did, darling. On my soul and honor you never did. I haven"t a thing to forgive you.
VOICE. I sulked for a whole week about those petunias. (With a laugh.) What a little wretch I was, and how grieved you were! Forgive me that, Pp.
Capt. G. There"s nothing to forgive. It was my fault. They were too near the drive. For G.o.d"s sake don"t talk so, Minnie! There"s such a lot to say and so little time to say it in.
VOICE. Say that you"ll always love me--until the end.
Capt. G. Until the end. (Carried away.) It"s a lie. It must be, because we"ve loved each other. This isn"t the end.
VOICE. (Relapsing into semi-delirium.) My Church-service has an ivory cross on the back, and it says so, so it must be true. "Till Death do us part."--but that"s a lie. (With a parody of G."s manner.) A d.a.m.ned lie!
(Recklessly.) Yes, I can swear as well as a Trooper, Pip. I can"t make my head think, though. That"s because they cut off my hair. How can one think with one"s head all fuzzy? (Pleadingly.) Hold me, Pip! Keep me with you always and always. (Relapsing.) But if you marry the Thorniss girl when I"m dead, I"ll come back and howl under our bedroom window all night. Oh, bother! You"ll think I"m a jackal. Pip, what time is it?
Capt. G. A little before the dawn, dear.
VOICE. I wonder where I shall be this time tomorrow?
Capt. G. Would you like to see the Padre?
VOICE. Why should I? He"d tell me that I am going to heaven; and that wouldn"t be true, because you are here. Do you recollect when he upset the cream-ice all over his trousers at the Ga.s.sers" tennis?
Capt. G. Yes, dear.
VOICE. I often wondered whether he got another pair of trousers; but then his are so shiny all over that you really couldn"t tell unless you were told. Let"s call him in and ask.
Capt. G. (Gravely.) No. I don"t think he"d like that. Your head comfy, Sweetheart?
VOICE. (Faintly with a sigh of contentment.) Yeth! Gracious, Pip, when did you shave last? Your chin"s worse than the barrel of a musical box.--No, don"t lift it up. I like it. (A pause.) You said you"ve never cried at all. You"re crying all over my cheek.
Capt. G. I-I-I can"t help it, dear.
VOICE. How funny! I couldn"t cry now to save my life. (G. shivers.) I want to sing.
Capt. G. Won"t it tire you? "Better not, perhaps.
VOICE. Why? I won"t be bothered about. (Begins in a hoa.r.s.e quaver)
"Minnie bakes oaten cake, Minnie brews ale, All because her Johnnie"s coming home from the sea." (That"s parade, Pip.) "And she grows red as a rose, who was so pale; And "Are you sure the church-clock goes?" says she."
(Pettishly.) I knew I couldn"t take the last note. How do the ba.s.s chords run? (Puts out her hands and begins playing piano on the sheet.)
Capt. G. (Catching up hands.) Ahh! Don"t do that, p.u.s.s.y, if you love me.