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      I have some whisky, Mr. Bush.

      James.

      Oh, blow the Mister and blow the Bush. Call me Jimmie. I can't stand ceremony. The way I look on it is this. We're both of us gentlemen. Now, mind you, I'm not a fellow to praise myself. But I will say this: I am a gentleman. That's not self-praise, is it?

      John.

      Dear me, no. Mere statement of fact.

      James.

      Well, as I was saying, I know I'm a gentleman. It's a thing you can't 'elp, so what's the good of being proud about it? If I meet a chap in a pub, and he invites me to have a drink, I don't ask him if he's a Lord.

      Basil.

      But you just take it.

      James.

      Well, you'd do the same yourself, wouldn't you?

      Basil.

      I dare say. But will you have a drink now?

      James.

      Oh, bless you, I know what it is to be engaged. I don't want to disturb you canary-birds. Me and 'Alliwell 'll go and have a gargle round the corner. I see you've got a public nice and 'andy. [To John.] I suppose you're not above goin' in there now and again, eh?

      Jenny.

      [With a laugh.] He came into the "Golden Crown" every day of his life, and chance it!

      John.

      I'm afraid I'm in a great hurry.

      James.

      'Ang it all, one's always got time to have a drop of Scotch in this life.

      Basil.

      [To James, handing him the box.] Well, take a cigar with you.

      James.

      [Taking and examining one.] If you are so pressing. Villar y Villar.... What do they run you in a hundred?

      Basil.

      They were given to me, I really don't know what they cost. [He lights a match.] Won't you take the label off?

      James.

      Not if I know it. I don't smoke a Villar y Villar every day, but when I do, I smoke it with the label on.

      Jenny.

      [Laughing.] Jimmie, you are a caution!

      John.

      [Shaking hands with Jenny.] Good-bye and—my best wishes.

      Jenny.

      Thanks. You didn't expect I'd marry Basil when I used to mix cocktails for you in the "Golden Crown," did you?

      James.

      Come on, 'Alliwell. Don't stop there gassing. You'll only disturb the canary-birds. So long, old tart, see you later. Ta-ta, Basil, old man.

      Basil.

      Good-bye—Jimmie.

      [John Halliwell and James go out, Jenny goes up to Basil impulsively.

      Jenny.

      Kiss me. [He kisses her, smiling.] There! Now I can sit down quietly and talk. How d'you like my brother?

      Basil.

      Oh—I hardly know him yet. He seems very amiable.

      Jenny.

      He's not a bad sort when you know him. He's just like my mother.

      Basil.

      [Raising his brows.] Is he? And—is your father like that too?

      Jenny.

      Well, you know, Pa hasn't had the education that Jimmie's had. Jimmie was at a boarding-school at Margate.

      Basil.

      Was he?

      Jenny.

      You were at a boarding-school, too, weren't you?

      Basil.

      [Smiling.] Yes, I was at Harrow.

      Jenny.

      Ah, you don't get the fine air at Harrow that you get at Margate.

      Basil.

      Shall I put down your cup?

      Jenny.

      [Placing it on a table.] Oh, thanks, it's all right. Come and sit by me, Basil.

      Basil.

      [Seating himself on the arm of her chair.] There.

      Jenny.

      [Taking his hand.] I'm so glad we're alone. I should like to be alone with you all my life. You do love me, don't you, Basil?

      Basil.

      Yes.

      Jenny.

      Much?

      Basil.

      [Smiling.] Yes.

      Jenny.

      I'm so glad. Oh, I don't know what I should do if you didn't love me. If you hadn't been kind to me I should have thrown myself in the river.

      Basil.

      What nonsense you talk.

      Jenny.

      I mean it.

      [He passes his hand affectionately over her hair.

      Jenny.

      Oh, you are so good, Basil. I'm so proud of you. I shall be so proud to be your wife.

      Basil.

      [Gravely.] Don't think too well of me Jenny.

      Jenny.

      [With a laugh.] I'm not afraid of that. You're brave and you're clever and you're a professional man, and you're everything.

      Basil.

      You foolish child.

      Jenny.

      [Passionately.] I can't tell you how much I love you.

      Basil.

      I'll try with all my might to be a good husband to you, Jenny.

      [She flings her arms round his neck and they kiss one another.

      End of the First Act.

      THE SECOND ACT

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       An Interval of One Year Elapses Between Acts I. and II.

      The drawing-room in Basil's house at Putney. In the wall facing the auditorium there is a door leading from the passage. On the right two doors lead into bedrooms, and opposite these is a bay window. The same pictures and plates decorate the walls as in the preceding Scene; the writing-table is between the side doors. Jenny's influence is noticeable in the cushions in the wicker-work arm-chairs, in the window curtains and portières of art serge, and in the huge chrysanthemums of the wall paper.

      [Jenny is sewing while James Bush is lounging in one of the arm chairs.

      James.

      Where's his lordship this afternoon?

      Jenny.

      He's gone out for a walk.

      James.

      [With a malevolent laugh.] That's what he tells you, my dear.

      Jenny.

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