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Go ahead!

      At something dangerous in his voice, SIR WILLIAM modifies his attitude.

      SIR, WILLIAM. The proposition's very simple. I can't suppose anything so rational and to your advantage will appeal to you, but [drily] I mention it. Marry a nice girl, settle down, and stand for the division; you can have the Dower House and fifteen hundred a year, and I'll pay your debts into the bargain. If you're elected I'll make it two thousand. Plenty of time to work up the constituency before we kick out these infernal Rads. Carpetbagger against you; if you go hard at it in the summer, it'll be odd if you don't manage to get in your three days a week, next season. You can take Rocketer and that four-year-old—he's well up to your weight, fully eight and a half inches of bone. You'll only want one other. And if Miss—if your wife means to hunt–

      BILL. You've chosen my wife, then?

      SIR WILLIAM. [With a quick look] I imagine, you've some girl in your mind.

      BILL. Ah!

      SIR WILLIAM: Used not to be unnatural at your age. I married your mother at twenty-eight. Here you are, eldest son of a family that stands for something. The more I see of the times the more I'm convinced that everybody who is anybody has got to buckle to, and save the landmarks left. Unless we're true to our caste, and prepared to work for it, the landed classes are going to go under to this infernal democratic spirit in the air. The outlook's very serious. We're threatened in a hundred ways. If you mean business, you'll want a wife. When I came into the property I should have been lost without your mother.

      BILL. I thought this was coming.

      SIR WILLIAM. [With a certain geniality] My dear fellow, I don't want to put a pistol to your head. You've had a slack rein so far. I've never objected to your sowing a few wild oats-so long as you —er—[Unseen by SIR WILLIAM, BILL makes a sudden movement] Short of that—at all events, I've not inquired into your affairs. I can only judge by the—er—pecuniary evidence you've been good enough to afford me from time to time. I imagine you've lived like a good many young men in your position—I'm not blaming you, but there's a time for all things.

      BILL. Why don't you say outright that you want me to marry Mabel Lanfarne?

      SITS WILLIAM. Well, I do. Girl's a nice one. Good family—got a little money—rides well. Isn't she good-looking enough for you, or what?

      BILL. Quite, thanks.

      SIR WILLIAM. I understood from your mother that you and she were on good terms.

      BILL. Please don't drag mother into it.

      SIR WILLIAM. [With dangerous politeness] Perhaps you'll be good enough to state your objections.

      BILL. Must we go on with this?

      SIR WILLIAM. I've never asked you to do anything for me before; I expect you to pay attention now. I've no wish to dragoon you into this particular marriage. If you don't care for Miss Lanfarne, marry a girl you're fond of.

      BILL. I refuse.

      SIR WILLIAM. In that case you know what to look out for. [With a sudden rush of choler] You young…. [He checks himself and stands glaring at BILL, who glares back at him] This means, I suppose, that you've got some entanglement or other.

      BILL. Suppose what you like, sir.

      SITS WILLIAM. I warn you, if you play the blackguard–

      BILL. You can't force me like young Dunning.

      Hearing the raised voices LADY CHESHIRE has come back from the billiard-room.

      LADY CHESHIRE. [Closing the door] What is it?

      SIR WILLIAM. You deliberately refuse! Go away, Dorothy.

      LADY CHESHIRE. [Resolutely] I haven't seen Bill for two months.

      SIR WILLIAM. What! [Hesitating] Well—we must talk it over again.

      LADY CHESHIRE. Come to the billiard-room, both of you! Bill, do finish those letters!

      With a deft movement she draws SIR WILLIAM toward the billiard-room, and glances back at BILL before going out, but he has turned to the writing-table. When the door is closed, BILL looks into the drawing-room, them opens the door under the stairs; and backing away towards the writing-table, sits down there, and takes up a pen. FREDA who has evidently been waiting, comes in and stands by the table.

      BILL. I say, this is dangerous, you know.

      FREDA. Yes—but I must.

      BILL. Well, then—[With natural recklessness] Aren't you going to kiss me?

      Without moving she looks at him with a sort of miserable inquiry.

      BILL. Do you know you haven't seen me for eight weeks?

      FREDA. Quite—long enough—for you to have forgotten.

      BILL. Forgotten! I don't forget people so soon.

      FREDA. No?

      BILL. What's the matter with you, Freda?

      FREDA. [After a long look] It'll never be as it was.

      BILL. [Jumping up] How d'you mean?

      FREDA. I've got something for you. [She takes a diamond ring out of her dress and holds it out to him] I've not worn it since Cromer.

      BILL. Now, look here

      FREDA. I've had my holiday; I shan't get another in a hurry.

      BILL. Freda!

      FREDA. You'll be glad to be free. That fortnight's all you really loved me in.

      BILL. [Putting his hands on her arms] I swear–

      FREDA. [Between her teeth] Miss Lanfarne need never know about me.

      BILL. So that's it! I've told you a dozen times—nothing's changed. [FREDA looks at him and smiles.]

      BILL. Oh! very well! If you will make yourself miserable.

      FREDA. Everybody will be pleased.

      BILL. At what?

      FREDA. When you marry her.

      BILL. This is too bad.

      FREDA. It's what always happens—even when it's not a—gentleman.

      BILL. That's enough.

      FREDA. But I'm not like that girl down in the village. You needn't be afraid I'll say anything when—it comes. That's what I had to tell you.

      BILL. What!

      FREDA. I can keep a secret.

      BILL. Do you mean this? [She bows her head.]

      BILL. Good God!

      FREDA. Father brought me up not to whine. Like the puppies when they hold them up by their tails. [With a sudden break in her voice] Oh! Bill!

      BILL. [With his head down, seizing her hands] Freda! [He breaks away from her towards the fire] Good God!

      She stands looking at him, then quietly slips away by the door under the staircase. BILL turns to speak to her, and sees that she has gone. He walks up to the fireplace, and grips the mantelpiece.

      BILL. By Jove! This is–!

      The curtain falls.

      ACT II

      The scene is LADY CHESHIRE's morning room, at ten o'clock on the following day. It is a pretty room, with white panelled walls; and chrysanthemums and carmine lilies in bowls. A large bow window overlooks the park under a sou'-westerly sky. A piano stands open; a fire is burning; and the morning's correspondence is scattered on a writing-table. Doors opposite each other lead to the maid's workroom, and to a corridor. LADY CHESHIRE is standing in the middle of the room, looking at an opera cloak, which FREDA is holding out.

      LADY CHESHIRE. Well, Freda, suppose you just give it up!

      FREDA. I don't like to be beaten.

      LADY CHESHIRE. You're not to worry over your work. And by the way,

      I promised your father to make you eat more. [FREDA smiles.]

      LADY

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