Stephen Archer and Other Tales by George MacDonald (best novels for students txt) 📖

I don't know what you mean by that, Arthur.

Ger. Oh-nothing. I mean that-that-Of course if you are engaged to him, then-

Con. I'm afraid I've done very wrong, Arthur. If I had thought you would care!-I knew aunt would be pleased!-she wanted me to have him, I knew.-I ought to do what I can to please her,-ought I not? I have no right to-

Ger. Surely, surely. Yes, yes; I understand. It was not your fault. Only you mustn't marry him, if you-. Thank you for telling me.

Con. I ought to have told you before-before I let him speak to me again. But I didn't think you would care-not much.

Ger. Yes, yes.

Con. ( looking up with anxiety ) Ah! you are vexed with me, Arthur! I see how wrong it was now. I never saw you look like that. I am very, very sorry. ( Bursts into tears .)

Ger. No, no, child! Only it is rather sudden, and I want to think about it. Shall I send William home with you?

Con. No, thank you. I have a cab waiting. You're not angry with your little beggar, Arthur?

Ger. What is there to be angry about, child?

Con. That I-did anything without asking you first.

Ger. Nonsense! You couldn't help it. You 're not to blame one bit.

Con. Oh, yes, I am! I ought to have asked you first. But indeed I did not know you would care. Good-bye.-Shall I go at once?

Ger. Good-bye. ( Exit CON., looking back troubled .) Come at last! Oh fool! fool! fool! In love with her at last!-and too late! For three years I haven't seen her-have not once written to her! Since I came back I've seen her just twice,-and now in the very hell of love! The ragged little darling that used to lie coiled up there in that corner! If it were my sister, it would be hard to lose her so! And to such a fellow as that!-not even a gentleman! How could she take him for one! That does perplex me! Ah, well! I suppose men have borne such things before, and men will bear them again! I must work! Nothing but work will save me. ( Approaches the Psyche, but turns from it with a look of despair and disgust .) What a fool I have been!-Constance! Constance!-A brute like that to touch one of her fingers! God in heaven! It will drive me mad. ( Rushes out, leaving the door open .)

Enter COL. GERVAISE.

Col. G. Gone again! and without his breakfast! My poor boy! There's something very wrong with you! It's that girl! It must be! But there's conscience in him yet!-It is all my fault. If I had been a father to him, this would never have happened.-If he were to marry the girl now?-Only, who can tell but she led him astray? I have known such a thing. ( Sits down and buries his face in his hands .)

Enter WATERFIELD.

Wat . Is Mr. Gervaise in?

Col. G. ( rising ) No, sir.

Wat . Tell him I called, will you? [ Exit .]

Col. G. Yes, sir.-Forgot again. Young man;-gentleman or cad?-don't know; think the latter.

Enter THOMAS.

Th. Han yo heard speyk ov mo chylt yet, sir?

Col. G. ( starting up ). In the name of God, I know nothing of your child; but bring her here, and I will give you a hundred pounds-in golden sovereigns.

Th. Hea am aw to fot her yere, when I dunnot know wheer hoo be, sir?

Col. G. That's your business. Bring her, and there will be your money.

Th. Dun yo think, sir, o' the gouden suverings i' th' Bank ov England would put a sharper edge on mo oud eighes when they look for mo lass? Eh, mon! Yo dunnot know the heart ov a feyther-ov the feyther ov a lass-barn, sir. Han yo kilt and buried her, and nea be yo sorry for't? I' hoo be dead and gwoan, tell mo, sir, and aw'll goo whoam again, for mo oud lass be main lonesome beout mo, and we'll wait till we goo to her, for hoo winnot coom no moor to us.

Col. G. For anything I know, your daughter is alive and well. Bring her here, I say, and I will make you happy.

Th. Aw shannot want thes or thi silverings either to mak mo happy then, maister. Iv aw hed a houd o' mo lass, it's noan o' yere aw'd be a coomin' wi' her. It's reet streight whoam to her mother we'd be gooin', aw'll be beawn. Nay, nay, mon!-aw'm noan sich a greight foo as yo tak mo for.

Exit. COL. G. follows him. Enter. GER. Sits down before the
Psyche, but without looking at her .

Ger. Oh those fingers! They are striking terrible chords on my heart! I will conquer it. But I will love her. The spear shall fill its own wound. To draw it out and die, would be no victory. "I'll but lie down and bleed awhile, and then I'll rise and fight again." Brave old Sir Andrew!

Enter COL. G.

Col. G. I beg your pardon, sir-a young man called while you were out.

Ger. ( listlessly ). Very well, William.

Col. G. Is there any message, if he calls again, sir? He said he would.

Ger. No. (COL. G. lingers .) You can go.

Col. G. I hope you feel better, sir?

Ger. Quite well.

Col. G. Can I get you anything, sir?

Ger. No, thank you; I want nothing.-Why do you stay?

Col. G. Can't you think of something I can do for you, sir?

Ger. Fetch that red cloth.

Col. G. Yes, sir.

Ger. Throw it over that-

Col. G. This, sir?

Ger. No, no-the clay there. Thank you. ( A knock at the door .) See who that is.

Col. G. Are you at home, sir?

Ger. That depends. Not to Mr. Waterfield. Oh, my head! my head! [ Exit COL. G.

Enter CONSTANCE. GER. starts, but keeps his head leaning on his
hand .

Con. I forgot to say to you, Arthur,-. But you are ill! What is the matter, dear Arthur?

Ger. ( without looking up ) Nothing-only a headache.

Con. Do come home with me, and let aunt and me nurse you. Don't be vexed with me any more. I will do whatever you like. I couldn't go home without seeing you again. And now I find you ill!

Ger. Not a bit. I am only dreadfully busy. I must go out of town. I am so busy! I can't stay in it a moment longer. I have so many things to do.

Con. Mayn't I come and see you while you work? I never used to interrupt you. I want so to sit once more in my old place. ( Draws a stool towards him .)

Ger. No, no-not-not there! Constance used to sit there. William!

Con. You frighten me, Arthur!

Enter COL. G.

Ger. Bring a chair, William.

Constance sits down like a chidden child. Exit COL. G.

Con. I must have offended you more than I thought, Arthur! What
can I say? It is so stupid to be always saying I am sorry .

Ger. No, no. But some one may call.

Con. You mean more than that. Will you not let me understand?

Ger. Your friend Mr. Waterfield called a few minutes ago. He will be here again presently, I dare say.

Con. ( indifferently ). Indeed!

Ger. I suppose you appointed-expected-to meet him here.

Con. Arthur! Do you think I would come to you to meet him ? I saw him this morning; I don't want to see him again. I wish you knew him.

Ger. Why should you want me to know him?

Con. Because you would do him good.

Ger. What good does he want done him?

Con. He has got beautiful things in him-talks well-in bits-arms and feet and faces-never anything like-( turning to the Psyche ) Why have you-? Has she been naughty too?

Ger. Is it only naughty things that must be put out of sight, Constance?

Con. Dear Arthur! you spoke like your own self then.

Ger. ( rising hurriedly ). Excuse me. I must go. It is very rude, but-William!

Enter COL. G.

Col. G. Yes, sir.

Ger. Fetch a hansom directly.

Col. G. Yes, sir. Exit .

Con. You do frighten me, Arthur! I am sure you are ill.

Ger. Not at all. I have an engagement.

Con. I must go then-must I?

Ger. Do not think me unkind?

Con. I will not think anything you would not have me think.

Re-enter COL. G.

Col. G. The cab is at the door, sir.

Ger. Thank you. Then show Miss Lacordere out. Stay. I will open the door for her myself. Exeunt GER. and CON.

Col. G. He speaks like one in despair, forcing every word! If he should die! Oh, my God!

Re-enter GER. Walks up and down the room .

Col. G. Ain't you going, sir?

Ger. No. I have sent the lady in the cab.

Col. G. Then hadn't you better lie down, sir?

Ger. Lie down! What do you mean? I'm not in the way of lying down except to sleep.

Col. G. And let me go for the doctor, sir?

Ger. The doctor! Ha! ha ha!-You are a soldier, you say?

Col. G. Yes, sir.

Ger. Right. We're all soldiers-or ought to be. I will put you to your catechism. What is a soldier's first duty?

Col. G. Obedience, sir.

[GER. sits down and leans his head on