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Oh! no, Miss.

      GUY. I say, Annie, don't go away thinking evil of us; we didn't realise you knew we weren't married.

      ATHENE. We certainly did not.

      ANNIE. Oh! I didn't think it right to take notice.

      GUY. We beg your pardon.

      ANNIE. Oh! no, sir. Only, seein' Mr and Mrs Builder so upset, brought it 'ome like. And father can be 'andy with a strap.

      ATHENE. There you are! Force majeure!

      ANNIE. Oh! yes, Miss.

      ATHENE. Well, good-bye, Annie. What are you going to say to your people?

      ANNIE. Oh! I shan't say I've been livin' in a family that wasn't a family, Miss. It wouldn't do no good.

      ATHENE. Well, here are your wages.

      ANNIE. Oh! I'm puttin' you out, Miss. [She takes the money].

      ATHENE. Nonsense, Annie. And here's your fare home.

      ANNIE. Oh! thank you, Miss. I'm very sorry. Of course if you was to change your mind—[She stops, embarrassed].

      ATHENE. I don't think—

      GUY. [Abruptly] Good-bye, Annie. Here's five bob for the movies.

      ANNIE. Oh! good-bye, sir, and thank you. I was goin' there now with my young man. He's just round the corner.

      GUY. Be very careful of him.

      ANNIE. Oh! yes, sir, I will. Good-bye, sir. Goodbye, Miss.

      She goes.

      GUY. So her father has a firm hand too. But it takes her back to the nest. How's that, Athene?

      ATHENE. [Playing with a leathern button on his coat] If you'd watched it ever since you could watch anything, seen it kill out all—It's having power that does it. I know Father's got awfully good points.

      GUY. Well, they don't stick out.

      ATHENE. He works fearfully hard; he's upright, and plucky. He's not stingy. But he's smothered his animal nature-and that's done it. I don't want to see you smother anything, Guy.

      GUY. [Gloomily] I suppose one never knows what one's got under the lid. If he hadn't come here to-day—[He spins the wedding ring] He certainly gives one pause. Used he to whack you?

      ATHENE. Yes.

      GUY. Brute!

      ATHENE. With the best intentions. You see, he's a Town Councillor, and a magistrate. I suppose they have to be "firm." Maud and I sneaked in once to listen to him. There was a woman who came for protection from her husband. If he'd known we were there, he'd have had a fit.

      GUY. Did he give her the protection?

      ATHENE. Yes; he gave her back to the husband. Wasn't it—English?

      GUY. [With a grunt] Hang it! We're not all like that.

      ATHENE. [Twisting his button] I think it's really a sense of property so deep that they don't know they've got it. Father can talk about freedom like a—politician.

      GUY. [Fitting the wedding ring on her finger] Well! Let's see how it looks, anyway.

      ATHENE. Don't play with fire, Guy.

      GUY. There's something in atavism, darling; there really is. I like it—I do.

      A knock on the door.

      ATHENE. That sounds like Annie again. Just see.

      GUY. [Opening the door] It is. Come in, Annie. What's wrong now?

      ANNIE. [Entering in confusion] Oh! sir, please, sir—I've told my young man.

      ATHENE. Well, what does he say?

      ANNIE. 'E was 'orrified, Miss.

      GUY. The deuce he was! At our conduct?

      ANNIE. Oh! no, sir—at mine.

      ATHENE. But you did your best; you left us.

      ANNIE. Oh! yes, Miss; that's why 'e's horrified.

      GUY. Good for your young man.

      ANNIE. [Flattered] Yes, sir. 'E said I 'ad no strength of mind.

      ATHENE. So you want to come back?

      ANNIE. Oh! yes, Miss.

      ATHENE. All right.

      GUY. But what about catching it?

      ANNIE. Oh, sir, 'e said there was nothing like Epsom salts.

      GUY. He's a wag, your young man.

      ANNIE. He was in the Army, sir.

      GUY. You said he was respectable.

      ANNIE. Oh! yes, sir; but not so respectable as that.

      ATHENE. Well, Annie, get your things off, and lay lunch.

      ANNIE. Oh! yes, Miss.

      She makes a little curtsey and passes through into the kitchen.

      GUY. Strength of mind! Have a little, Athene won't you? [He holds out the marriage licence before her].

      ATHENE. I don't know—I don't know! If—it turned out—

      GUY. It won't. Come on. Must take chances in this life.

      ATHENE. [Looking up into his face] Guy, promise me—solemnly that you'll never let me stand in your way, or stand in mine!

      GUY. Right! That's a bargain. [They embrace.]

      ATHENE quivers towards him. They embrace fervently as ANNIE enters with the bread pan. They spring apart.

      ANNIE. Oh!

      GUY. It's all right, Annie. There's only one more day's infection before you. We're to be married to-morrow morning.

      ANNIE. Oh! yes, sir. Won't Mr Builder be pleased?

      GUY. H'm! That's not exactly our reason.

      ANNIE. [Right] Oh! no, sir. Of course you can't be a family without, can you?

      GUY. What have you got in that thing?

      ANNIE is moving across with the bread pan. She halts at the bedroom door.

      ANNIE. Oh! please, ma'am, I was to give you a message—very important— from Miss Maud Builder "Lookout! Father is coming!"

      She goes out.

      The CURTAIN falls.

      ACT II

      BUILDER'S study. At the table, MAUD has just put a sheet of paper into a typewriter. She sits facing the audience, with her hands stretched over the keys.

      MAUD. [To herself] I must get that expression.

      Her face assumes a furtive, listening look. Then she gets up, whisks to the mirror over the fireplace, scrutinises the expression in it, and going back to the table, sits down again with hands outstretched above the keys, and an accentuation of the expression. The door up Left is opened, and TOPPING appears. He looks at MAUD, who just turns her eyes.

      TOPPING. Lunch has been ready some time, Miss Maud.

      MAUD. I don't want any lunch. Did you give it?

      TOPPING. Miss Athene was out. I gave the message to a young party. She looked a bit green, Miss. I hope nothing'll go wrong with the works. Shall I keep lunch back?

      MAUD. If something's gone wrong, they won't have any appetite, Topping.

      TOPPING. If you think I might risk it, Miss, I'd like to slip round to my dentist. [He lays a finger on his cheek].

      MAUD. [Smiling] Oh! What race is being run this afternoon, then, Topping?

      TOPPING. [Twinkling, and shifting his finger to the side of his nose] Well, I don't suppose you've 'eard of it, Miss; but as a matter of fact it's the Cesarwitch.

      MAUD. Got anything on?

      TOPPING. Only my shirt, Miss.

      MAUD. Is it a good thing, then?

      TOPPING.

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