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[There is a long pause during which they are lurking in the shadows. At last they hear some movement, and they steal like ghosts from the room. We see DAVID turning out the lobby light; then the door closes and an empty room awaits the intruder with a shudder of expectancy. The window opens and shuts as softly as if this were a mother peering in to see whether her baby is asleep. Then the head of a man shows between the curtains. The remainder of him follows. He is carrying a little carpet bag. He stands irresolute; what puzzles him evidently is that the Wylies should have retired to rest without lifting that piece of coal off the fire. He opens the door and peeps into the lobby, listening to the wag-at-the-wall clock. All seems serene, and he turns on the light. We see him clearly now. He is JOHN SHAND, age twenty-one, boots muddy, as an indignant carpet can testify. He wears a shabby topcoat and a cockerty bonnet; otherwise he is in the well- worn corduroys of a railway porter. His movements, at first stealthy, become almost homely as he feels that he is secure. He opens the bag and takes out a bunch of keys, a small paper parcel, and a black implement that may be a burglar's jemmy. This cool customer examines the fire and piles on more coals. With the keys he opens the door of the bookcase, selects two large volumes, and brings them to the table. He takes off his topcoat and opens his parcel, which we now see contains sheets of foolscap paper. His next action shows that the 'jemmy' is really a ruler. He knows where the pen and ink are kept. He pulls the fine chair nearer to the table, sits on it, and proceeds to write, occasionally dotting the carpet with ink as he stabs the air with his pen. He is so occupied that he does not see the door opening, and the Wylie family staring at him. They are armed with sticks.] ALICK [at last]. When you're ready, John Shand. [JOHN hints back, and then he has the grace to rise, dogged and expressionless.] JAMES [like a railway porter]. Ticket, please. DAVID. You can't think of anything clever for to go for to say now, John. MAGGIE. I hope you find that chair comfortable, young man. JOHN. I have no complaint to make against the chair. ALICK [who is really distressed]. A native of the town. The disgrace to your family! I feel pity for the Shands this night. JOHN [glowering]. I'll thank you, Mr. Wylie, not to pity my family. JAMES. Canny, canny. MAGGIE [that sense of justice again]. I think you should let the young man explain. It mayn't be so bad as we thought. DAVID. Explain away, my billie. JOHN. Only the uneducated would need an explanation. I'm a student, [with a little passion] and I'm desperate for want of books. You have all I want here; no use to you but for display; well, I came here to study. I come twice weekly. [Amazement of his hosts.] DAVID [who is the first to recover]. By the window. JOHN. Do you think a Shand would so far lower himself as to enter your door? Well, is it a case for the police? JAMES. It is. MAGGIE [not so much out of the goodness of her heart as to patronise the Shands]. It seems to me it's a case for us all to go to our beds and leave the young man to study; but not on that chair. [And she wheels the chair away from him.] JOHN. Thank you, Miss Maggie, but I couldn't be beholden to you. JAMES. My opinion is that he's nobody, so out with him. JOHN. Yes, out with me. And you'll be cheered to hear I'm likely to be a nobody for a long time to come. DAVID [who had been beginning to respect him]. Are you a poor scholar? JOHN. On the contrary, I'm a brilliant scholar. DAVID. It's siller, then? JOHN [glorified by experiences he has shared with many a gallant soul]. My first year at college I lived on a barrel of potatoes, and we had just a sofa-bed between two of us; when the one lay down the other had to get up. Do you think it was hardship? It was sublime. But this year I can't afford it. I'll have to stay on here, collecting the tickets of the illiterate, such as you, when I might be with Romulus and Remus among the stars. JAMES [summing up]. Havers. DAVID [in whose head some design is vaguely taking shape]. Whist, James. I must say, young lad, I like your spirit. Now tell me, what's your professors' opinion of your future. JOHN. They think me a young man of extraordinary promise. DAVID. You have a name here for high moral character. JOHN. And justly. DAVID. Are you serious-minded? JOHN. I never laughed in my life. DAVID. Who do you sit under in Glasgow? JOHN. Mr. Flemister of the Sauchiehall High. DAVID. Are you a Sabbath-school teacher? JOHN. I am. DAVID. One more question. Are you promised? JOHN. To a lady? DAVID. Yes. JOHN. I've never given one of them a single word of encouragement. I'm too much occupied thinking about my career. DAVID. So. [He reflects, and finally indicates by a jerk of the head that he wishes to talk with his father behind the door.] JAMES [longingly]. Do you want me too? [But they go out without even answering him.] MAGGIE. I don't know what maggot they have in their heads, but sit down, young man, till they come back. JOHN. My name's Mr. Shand, and till I'm called that I decline to sit down again in this house. MAGGIE. Then I'm thinking, young sir, you'll have a weary wait. [While he waits you can see how pinched his face is. He is little more than a boy, and he seldom has enough to eat. DAVID and ALICK return presently, looking as sly as if they had been discussing some move on the dambrod, as indeed they have.] DAVID [suddenly become genial]. Sit down, Mr. Shand, and pull in your chair. You'll have a thimbleful of something to keep the cold out? [Briskly] Glasses, Maggie. [She wonders, but gets glasses and decanter from the sideboard, which JAMES calls the chiffy. DAVID and ALICK, in the most friendly manner, also draw up to the table.] You're not a totaller, I hope? JOHN [guardedly]. I'm practically a totaller. DAVID. So are we. How do you take it? Is there any hot water, Maggie? JOHN. If I take it at all, and I haven't made up my mind yet, I'll take it cold. DAVID. You'll take it hot, James? JAMES [also sitting at the table but completely befogged]. No, I-- DAVID [decisively] I think you'll take it hot, James. JAMES [sulking]. I'll take it hot. DAVID. The kettle, Maggie. [JAMES has evidently to take it hot so that they can get at the business now on hand, while MAGGIE goes kitchenward for the kettle.] ALICK. Now, David, quick, before she comes back. DAVID. Mr. Shand, we have an offer to make you. JOHN [warningly]. No patronage. ALICK. It's strictly a business affair. DAVID. Leave it to me, father. It's this--[But to his annoyance the suspicious MAGGIE has already returned with the kettle.] Maggie, don't you see that you're not wanted? MAGGIE [sitting down by the fire and resuming her knitting]. I do, David. DAVID. I have a proposition to put before Mr. Shand, and women are out of place in business transactions. [The needles continue to click.] ALICK [sighing]. We'll have to let her bide, David. DAVID [sternly]. Woman. [But even this does not budge her.] Very well then, sit there, but don't interfere, mind. Mr. Shand, we're willing, the three of us, to lay out L300 on your education if-- JOHN. Take care. DAVID [slowly, which is not his wont]. On condition that five years from now, Maggie Wylie, if still unmarried, can claim to marry you, should such be her wish; the thing to be perfectly open on her side, but you to be strictly tied down. JAMES [enlightened]. So, so. DAVID [resuming his smart manner]. Now, what have you to say? Decide. JOHN [after a pause]. I regret to say-- MAGGIE. It doesn't matter what he regrets to say, because I decide against it. And I think it was very ill-done of you to make any such proposal. DAVID [without looking at her]. Quiet, Maggie. JOHN [looking at her]. I must say, Miss Maggie, I don't see what reasons YOU can have for being so set against it. MAGGIE. If you would grow a beard, Mr. Shand, the reasons wouldn't be quite so obvious. JOHN. I'll never grow a beard. MAGGIE. Then you're done for at the start. ALICK. Come, come. MAGGIE. Seeing I have refused the young man-- JOHN. Refused! DAVID. That's no reason why we shouldn't have his friendly opinion. Your objections, Mr. Shand? JOHN. Simply, it's a one-sided bargain. I admit I'm no catch at present; but what could a man of my abilities not soar to with three hundred pounds? Something far above what she could aspire to. MAGGIE. Oh, indeed! DAVID. The position is that without the three hundred you can't soar. JOHN. You have me there. MAGGIE. Yes, but-- ALICK. You see YOU'RE safeguarded, Maggie; you don't need to take him unless you like, but he has to take you. JOHN. That's an unfair arrangement also. MAGGIE. I wouldn't dream of it without that condition. JOHN. Then you ARE thinking of it? MAGGIE. Poof! DAVID. It's a good arrangement for you, Mr. Shand. The chances are you'll never have to go on with it, for in all probability she'll marry soon. JAMES. She's tremendous run after. JOHN. Even if that's true, it's just keeping me in reserve in case she misses doing better. DAVID [relieved]. That's the situation in a nutshell. JOHN. Another thing. Supposing I was to get fond of her? ALICK [wistfully]. It's very likely. JOHN. Yes, and then suppose she was to give me the go-by? DAVID. You have to risk that. JOHN. Or take it the other way. Supposing as I got to know her I COULD NOT endure her? DAVID [suavely]. You have both to take risks. JAMES [less suavely]. What you need, John Shand, is a clout on the head. JOHN. Three hundred pounds is no great sum. DAVID. You can take it or leave it. ALICK. No great sum for a student studying for the ministry! JOHN. Do you think that with that amount of money I would stop short at being a minister? DAVID. That's how I like to hear you speak. A young Scotsman of your ability let loose upon the world with L300, what could he not do? It's almost appalling to think of; especially if he went among the English. JOHN. What do you think, Miss Maggie? MAGGIE [who is knitting]. I have no thoughts on the subject either way. JOHN [after looking her over]. What's her age? She looks young, but they say it's the curls that does it. DAVID [rather happily]. She's one of those women who are eternally young. JOHN. I can't take that for an answer. DAVID. She's twenty-five. JOHN. I'm just twenty-one. JAMES. I read in a book that about four years' difference in the ages is the ideal thing. [As usual he is disregarded.] DAVID. Well, Mr. Shand? JOHN [where is his mother?]. I'm willing if she's willing. DAVID. Maggie? MAGGIE. There can be no 'if' about it. It must be an offer. JOHN. A Shand give a Wylie such a chance to humiliate him? Never. MAGGIE. Then all is off. DAVID. Come, come, Mr. Shand, it's just a form. JOHN [reluctantly]. Miss Maggie, will you? MAGGIE [doggedly]. Is it an offer? JOHN [dourly]. Yes. MAGGIE [rising]. Before I answer I want first to give you a chance of drawing back. DAVID. Maggie. MAGGIE [bravely]. When they said that I have been run after they were misleading you. I'm without charm; nobody has ever been after me. JOHN. Oho! ALICK. They will be yet. JOHN [the innocent]. It shows at least that you haven't been after them. [His hosts exchange a self-conscious glance.] MAGGIE. One thing more; David said I'm twenty-five, I'm twenty-six. JOHN. Aha! MAGGIE. Now be practical. Do you withdraw from the bargain, or do you not? JOHN [on reflection]. It's a bargain. MAGGIE. Then so be it. DAVID [hurriedly]. And that's settled. Did you say you would take it hot, Mr. Shand? JOHN. I think I'll take it neat. [The others decide to take it hot, and there is some careful business here with the toddy ladles.] ALICK. Here's to you, and your career. JOHN. Thank you. To you, Miss Maggie. Had we not better draw up a legal document? Lawyer Crosbie could do it on the quiet. DAVID. Should we do that, or should we just trust to one another's honour? ALICK [gallantly]. Let Maggie decide. MAGGIE. I think we would better have a legal document. DAVID. We'll have it drawn up to-morrow. I was thinking the best way would be for to pay the money in five yearly instalments. JOHN. I was thinking, better bank the whole sum in my name at once. ALICK. I think David's plan's the best. JOHN. I think not. Of course if it's not convenient to you-- DAVID [touched to the quick]. It's perfectly convenient. What do you say, Maggie? MAGGIE. I agree with John. DAVID [with an odd feeling that MAGGIE is now on the other side]. Very well. JOHN. Then as that's settled I think I'll be stepping. [He is putting his papers back in the bag.] ALICK [politely]. If you would like to sit on at your books-- JOHN. As I can come at any orra time now I think I'll be stepping. [MAGGIE helps him into his topcoat.] MAGGIE. Have you a muffler, John? JOHN. I have. [He gets it from his pocket.] MAGGIE. You had better put it twice round. [She does this for him.] DAVID. Well, good-night to you, Mr. Shand. ALICK. And good luck. JOHN. Thank you. The same to you. And I'll cry in at your office in the morning before the 6:20 is due. DAVID. I'll have the document ready for you. [There is the awkward pause that sometimes follows great events.] I think, Maggie, you might see Mr. Shand to the door. MAGGIE. Certainly. [JOHN is going by the window.] This way, John. [She takes him off by the more usual exit.] DAVID. He's a fine frank fellow; and you saw how cleverly he got the better of me about banking the money. [As the heads of the conspirators come gleefully together] I tell you, father, he has a grand business head. ALICK. Lads, he's canny. He's cannier than any of us. JAMES. Except maybe Maggie. He has no idea what a remarkable woman Maggie is. ALICK. Best he shouldn't know. Men are nervous of remarkable women. JAMES. She's a long time in coming back. DAVID [not quite comfortable]. It's a good sign. H'sh. What sort of a night is it, Maggie? MAGGIE. It's a little blowy. [She gets a large dustcloth which is lying folded on a shelf, and proceeds to spread it over the fine chair. The men exchange self-conscious glances.] DAVID [stretching himself]. Yes--well, well, oh yes. It's getting late. What is it with you, father? ALICK. I'm ten forty-two. JAMES. I'm ten-forty. DAVID. Ten forty-two. [They wind up their watches.] MAGGIE. It's high time we were bedded. [She puts her hands on their shoulders lovingly, which is the very thing they have been trying to avoid.] You're very kind to me. DAVID. Havers. ALICK. Havers. JAMES [but this does not matter]. Havers. MAGGIE [a little dolefully]. I'm a sort of sorry for the young man, David. DAVID. Not at all. You'll be the making of him. [She lifts the two volumes.] Are you taking the books to your bed, Maggie? MAGGIE. Yes. I don't want him to know things I don't know myself. [She departs with the books; and ALICK and DAVID, the villains, now want to get away from each other.] ALICK. Yes--yes. Oh yes--ay, man--it is so--umpha. You'll lift the big coals off, David. [He wanders away to his spring mattress. DAVID removes the coals.] JAMES [who would like to sit down and have an argy-bargy]. It's a most romantical affair. [But he gets no answer.] I wonder how it'll turn out? [No answer.] She's queer, Maggie. I wonder how some clever writers has never noticed how queer women are. It's my belief you could write a whole book about them. [DAVID remains obdurate.] It was very noble of her to tell him she's twenty-six. [Muttering as he too wanders away.] But I thought she was twenty-seven. [DAVID turns out the light.]Prev Next All
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