UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA AT LOS ANGELES THE MODERN DRAMA SERIES EDITED BY EDWIN BJORKMAN THE WIDOWING OF MRS. HOLROYD D. H. LAWRENCE THE WIDOWING OF MRS. HOLROYD A DRAMA IN THREE ACTS BY D. H. LAWRENCE w NEW YORK MITCHELL KENNERLEY MCMXIV COPYRIGHT 1914 BY MITCHELL KENNERLEY THB-PLIMPTON- PRESS NORWOOD • MASS' U'S'A L-l CONTENTS PAGE Introduction vii The Widowing of Mrs. Holroyd 1 ^ 441173 INTRODUCTION Y\. H. LAWRENCE is one of the most significant ^-^ of the new generation of writers just begin- ning to appear in England. One of their chief marks is that they seem to step forward full-grown, without a history to account for their maturity. Another char- acteristic is that they frequently spring from social layers which in the past had to remain largely voiceless. And finally, they have all in their blood what their elders had to acquire painfully: that is, an evolutionary con- ception of life. Three years ago the author of " The Widowing of Mrs. Holroyd " was wholly unknown, having not yet published a single work. To-day he has to his credit three novels — " The White Peacock," "The Tres- passer " and " Sons and Lovers " — a collection of verse entitled " Love Poems," and the play contained in this volume. All of these works, but in particular the play and the latest novel, prove their author a man gifted with a strikingly original vision, a keen sense of beauty, an equally keen sense of verbal values, and a sincerity which makes him see and tell the truth where even the most audacious used to falter in the past. Flaubert himself was hardly less free from the old curse of sentimentalizing compromise — and yet this young writer knows how to tell the utmost truth with a dainti- ness that puts offence out of the question. vili INTRODUCTION He was born twenty-seven years ago in a coal-miner's cottage at the little colliery town of Eastwood, on the border line between Nottingham and Derbyshire. The home was poor, yet not without certain aspirations and refinements. It was the mother who held it together, who saved it from a still more abject poverty, and who filled it with a spirit that made it possible for the boy — her youngest son — to keep alive the gifts still slum- bering undiscovered within him. In " Sons and Lovers " we get the picture of just such a home and such a mother, and it seems safe to conclude that the novel in question is in many ways autobiographical. At the age of twelve the boy won a County Council Scholarship — and came near having to give it up be- cause he found that the fifteen pounds a year conferred by it would barely pay the fees at the Nottingham High School and the railway fares to that city. But his mother's determination and self-sacrifice carried him safely past the seemingly impossible. At sixteen he left school to earn his living as a clerk. Illness saved him from that uncongenial fate. Instead he became a teacher, having charge of a class of colliers' boys in one of those rough, old-fashioned British schools where all the classes used to fight against one another within a single large room. Before the classes convened in the morning, at eight o'clock, he himself received in- struction from the head-master ; at night he continued his studies in the little kitchen at home, where all the rest of the family were wont to foregather. At nine- teen he found himself, to his own and everybody else's astonishment, the first on the list of the King's Scholar- ship examination, and from that on he was, to use his own words, " considered clever." But the lack of INTRODUCTION ix twenty pounds needed in a lump sum to pay the en- trance fee at the training college for teachers made it impossible for him to make use of the gained advantage. Two years later, however, he succeeded in matricu- lating at the Nottingham Day Training College. But by that time the creative impulse had already begun to stir within him, aided by an early love affair, and so he wrote poems and worked at his first novel when he should have been studying. At twenty-three he left the college and went to London to teach school, to study French and German, and to write. At twenty-five he had his first novel — " The White Peacock " — ac- cepted and printed. But the death of his mother only a month before that event made his victory seem use- less and joyless. After the publication of his second novel, in 1912, he became able to give up teaching in order to devote himself entirely to his art. Out of that leisure — and perhaps also out of the sorrow caused by the loss of her who until then had been the main- spring of his life — came " Sons and Lovers " and " The Widowing of Mrs. Holroyd." What has struck me most deeply in these two works — apart from their splendid craftsmanship — is their psychological penetration, so closely paralleling the most recent conclusions of the world's leading thinkers. In the hands of this writer, barely emerged out of obscurity, sex becomes almost a new thing. Not only the relationship between man and woman, but also that of mother and child is laid bare in a new light which startles — or even shocks — but which nevertheless compels acceptance. One might think that Mr. Law- rence had carefully studied and employed the very latest theories of such men as Freud, for instance, and \ INTRODUCTION yet it is a pretty safe bet that most of his studies have been carried on in his own soul, within his own memo- ries. Thus it is proved once more that what the student gropingly reasons out for abstract formulation is flashed upon the poetic dreamer in terms of living reality. Another thing that has impressed me is the aspect in which Mr. Lawrence presents the home life of those hitherto submerged classes which are now at last reach- ing out for a full share in the general social and cul- tural inheritance. He writes of that life, not only with a knowledge obtained at first hand, but with a sympathy that scorns any apologetic phrase-mongering. Having read him, one feels inclined to conclude, in spite of all conflicting testimony, that the slum is not a location, but a state of mind, and that everywhere, on all levels, the individual soul may create around itself an atmos- phere expressive of its ideals. A book like " Sons and Lovers " ought to go far to prove that most of the qualities held peculiar to the best portion of the " rul- ing classes " are nothing but the typical marks of nor- mal humanity. Edwin Bjorkman. THE WIDOWING OF MRS. HOLROYD PERSONS Mrs. Holroyd HOLROYD Blackmore Jack Holroyd Minnie Holroyd Grandmother RiGLEY C1.ARA Laura Manager Two Miners THE WIDOWING OF MRS. HOLROYD THE FIRST ACT SCENE I The Jcitchen of a miner^s small cottage. On the left is the fireplace, with a deep, full red fire. At the hack is a white-ciirtained window, and beside it the outer door of the room. On the right, two white wooden stairs intrude into the kitchen below the closed stair- foot door. On the left, another door. The room is furnished with a chintz-backed sofa un- der the window, a glass-knobbed painted dresser on the right, and in the centre, toward the fire, a table with a red and blue check tablecloth. On one side of the hearth is a xvooden rocking-chair, on the other an arm- chair of round staves. An unlighted copper-shaded lamp hangs from the raftered ceiling. It is dark twi- light, with the room full of warm fireglow. A woman enters from the outer door. As she leaves the door open behind her, the collier 7^ rail can be seen not far from the threshold, and, away back, the headstocks of a pit. The woman is tall and voluptuously built. She carries a basket heaped full of washing, which she has just taken from the clotheslines outside. Setting down the basket heavily, she feels among the clothes. 4 MRS. HOLROYD [act i She lifts out a white heap of sheets and other linen, setting it on the table; then she takes a woollen shirt m her hand, MRS. HOLROYD (aloud, to herself) You know they 're not dry even now, though it 's been as fine as it has. (She spreads the shirt on the back of her rocking-chair, which she turns to the fire) VOICE (calling from outside) Well, have you got them dry? l^Mrs. Holroyd starts up, turns and flings her hand in the direction of the open door, where appears a man in blue overalls, swarf ed and greased. He car- ries a dinner-basket, MRS. HOLROYD You — you — I don't know what to call you ! The idea of shouting at me like that — like the Evil One out of the darkness ! BLACKMORE I ought to have remembered your tender nerves. Shall I come in? MRS. HOLROYD No — not for your impudence. But you 're late, are n't you? BLACKMORE It 's only just gone six. We electricians, you know, we 're the gentlemen on a mine : ours is gentlemen's work. But I '11 bet Charles Holroyd was home before four. MRS. HOLROYD (bitterly) Ay, and gone again before five. SCENE i] MRS. HOLROYD 5 BLACKMOEE But mine's a lad's job, and I do nothing! — Where 's he gone? MRS. HOLEOYD (cOTltemptUOUslT/) Dunno ! He 'd got a game on somewhere — toffed himself up to the nines, and skedaddled off as brisk as a turkey-cock. (She smirks in front of the mirror hanging on the chimnei/-piecey in imitation of a man brushing his hair amd moustache and odmirvng him- self) BLACKMORE Though turkey-cocks are n't brisk as a rule. Chil- dren playing? MRS. HOLROYD {recovering herself, coldly) Yes. And they ought to be in. {She continues plac- ing the flannel garments before the fire, on the fender and on chair-backs, till the stove is hedged in with a steaming fence; then she takes a sheet in a bundle from the table, and going up to Blackmore, who stands watching her, says) Here, take hold, and help me fold it. BLACKMORE I shall swarf it up. MRS. HOLROYD {snatching back the sheet) Oh, you 're as tiresome as everybody else. BLACKMORE {putting down his basket and moving to door on right) Well, I can soon wash my hands. MRS. HOLROYD {ccasing to flap and fold pillowcases) That roller-towel 's ever so dirty. I '11 get you an- other. {She goes to a drawer in the dresser, and then back toward the scullery, where is a sound of water) 6 MRS. HOLROYB [act i BLACKMORE Why, bless my life, I 'm a lot dirtier than the towel. I don't want another. MRS. HOLROYD (golng into the scullery) Here you are. BLACKMORE (softly, Tiow sJic IS near him) Why did you trouble now? Pride, you know, pride, nothing else. MRS. HOLROYD (^olsO pla^ful) It 's nothing but decency. BLACKMORE (softl^) Pride, pride, pride ! \_A child of eight suddenly appears in the doorway. JACK Oo, how dark ! MRS. HOLROYD {hurrying agitated into the kitchen) Why, where have you been — what have you been do- ing now? JACK {surprised) Why — I 've only been out to play. MRS. HOLROYD {stUl sharply) And where 's Minnie? [A little girl of six appears by the door, MINNIE I 'm here, mam, and what do you think — ? MRS. HOLROYD (softcning, as she recovers equanimity) Well, and what should I think? JACK Oh, 3^es, mam — you know my father — ? MRS. HOLROYD (ironically) I should hope so. MINNIE We saw him dancing, mam, with a paper bonnet. SCENE i] MRS. HOLROYD 7 MRS. HOLROYD What — ? JACK There 's some women at " New Inn," what 's come from Nottingham — MINNIE An' he 's dancin' with the pink one. JACK Shut up our Minnie. An' they 've got paper bonnets on — MINNIE All colors, mam ! JACK (getting angry) Shut up our Minnie ! An' my dad 's dancing with her. MINNIE With the pink-bonnet one, mam. JACK Up in the club-room over the bar. MINNIE An' she 's a lot littler than him, mam. JACK (piteously) Shut up our Minnie — An' you can see 'em go past the window, 'cause there is n't no curtains up, an' my father 's got the pink bonnet one — MINNIE An' there 's a piano, mam — JACK An' lots of folks outside watchin', lookin' at my dad! He can dance, can't he, mam? MRS. HOLROYD (sJie lias been lighting the lampy and holds the lamp-glass) And who else is there? 8 MRS. HOLROYD [act i MINNIE Some more men — an' all the women with paper bonnets on. JACK There 's about ten, I should think, an' they say they came in a brake from Nottingham. l^Mrs. Holroyd, trying to replace the lamp-glass over the flame, lets it drop on the floor with a smash. JACK There, now — now we '11 have to have a candle. BLACKMORE (appearing in the scullery doorway with the towel) What 's that — the lamp-glass.'* JACK I never knowed Mr. Blackmore was here. BLACKMORE (to Mrs. Holroyd) Have you got another? MRS. HOLROYD No. {There is silence for a moment) We can man- age with a candle for to-night. BLACKMORE (stepping forward and blowing out the smoJcy flatne) I '11 see if I can't get you one from the pit. I shan't be a minute. MRS. HOLROYD Don't — don't bother — I don't want you to. [He, however, unscrews the burner and goes, MINNIE Did Mr. Blackmore come for tea, mam.? MRS. HOLROYD No ; he 's had no tea. JACK I bet he 's hungry. Can I have some bread? SCENE i] MRS. HOLROYD 9 MRS. HOLROYD (sJic stauds a lighted candle on the table) Yes, and you can get your boots off to go to bed. JACK It 's not seven o'clock yet. MRS. HOLROYD It does n't matter. MINNIE What do they wear paper bonnets for, mam? MRS. HOLROYD Because they 're brazen hussies. JACK I saw them having a glass of beer. MRS. HOLROYD A nice crew! JACK They say they are old pals of Mrs. Meakins. You could hear her screaming o' laughin', an' my dad says : " He-ah, missis — here — a dog's-nose for the Dachess — hopin' it '11 smell samthing " — What 's a dog's-nose? MRS. HOLROYD (giviug him a piece of bread and butter) Don't ask me, child. How should I know.? MINNIE Would she eat it, mam? MRS. HOLROYD Eat what? MINNIE Her in the pink bonnet — eat the dog's nose? MRS. HOLROYD No, of course not. How should I know what a dog's- nose is? 10 MRS. HOLROYD [act i JACK I bet he '11 never go to work to-morrow, mother — will he? MRS. HOLROYD Goodness knows. I 'm sick of it — disgracing me. There '11 be the w^hole place cackling this now. They 've no sooner finished about him getting taken up for fighting than they begin on this. But I '11 put a stop to it some road or other. It 's not going on, if I know it : it is n't. \_She stops, hearing footsteps, and Blackmore enters, BLACKMORE Here we are then — got one all right. MINNIE Did they give it you, Mr. Blackmore.^ BLACKMORE No, I took it. [^He screws on the burner and proceeds to light the lamp. He is a tall, slender, mobile man of twenty- seven, brown-haired, dressed in bliie overalls. Jack Holroyd is a big, dark, rttddy, lusty lad. Minnie is also big, but fair. MINNIE What do you wear blue trousers for, Mr. Blackmore? BLACKMORE They 're to keep my other trousers from getting greasy. MINNIE Why don't you wear pit-breeches, like dad's? JACK 'Cause he 's a 'lectrician. Could you make me a little injun what would make electric light? SCENE i] MRS. HOLROYD 11 BLACKMORE I will, some day, JACK When? MINNIE Why don't you come an' live here? BLACKMORE (lookiTig swiftly at Mrs, Holroyd) Nay, you 've got your own dad to live here. MINNIE (^plaintively) Well, you could come as well. Dad shouts when we 've gone to bed, an' thumps the table. He would n't if you was here. JACK He durs n't — MRS. HOLROYD Be quiet now, be quiet. Here, Mr. Blackmore. {She again gives him the sheet to fold) BLACKMORE Your hands are cold. MRS. HOLROYD Are they ? — I did n't know. [Blackmore puts his hand on hers, MRS. HOLROYD (confusedly, looking aside) You must want your tea. BLACKMORE I 'm in no hurry. MRS. HOLROYD Selvidge to selvidge. You '11 be quite a domestic man, if you go on. BLACKMORE Ay. [They fold the two sheets. 12 MRS. HOLROYD [act i BLACKMORE They are white, your sheets ! MRS. HOLROYD But look at the smuts on them — look! This vile hole ! I 'd never have come to live here, in all the thick of the pit-grime, and lonely, if it had n't been for him, so that he should n't call in a public-house on his road home from work. And now he slinks past on the other side of the railway, and goes down to the New Inn instead of coming in for his dinner. I might as well have stopped in Bestwood. BLACKMORE Though I rather like this little place, standing by itself. MRS. HOLROYD Jack, can you go and take the stockings in for me? They 're on the line just below the pigsty. The prop 's near the apple-tree — mind it. Minnie, you take the peg-basket. MINNIE Will there be any rats, mam? MRS. HOLROYD Rats — no. They '11 be frightened when they hear you, if there are. \_The children go out, BLACKMORE Poor little beggars ! MRS. HOLROYD Do you know, this place is fairly alive with rats. They run up that dirty vine in front of the house — I 'm always at him to cut it down — and you can hear them at night overhead like a regiment of soldiers tramping. Really, you know, I hate them. SCENE i] MRS. HOLROYD 13 BLACKMORE Well — a rat is a nasty thing ! MRS. HOLROYD But I s'll get used to them. I 'd give anything to be out of this place. BLACKMORE It is rotten, when you 're tied to a life you don't like. But I should miss it if you were n't here. When I 'm coming down the line to the pit in the morning — it 's nearly dark at seven now — I watch the fire-light in here — Sometimes I put my hand on the wall outside where the chimney runs up to feel it warm — There is n't much in Bestwood, is there? MRS. HOLROYD There 's less than nothing if you can't be like the rest of them — as common as they 're *made. BLACKMORE It 's a fact — particularly for a woman — But this place is cosy — God love me, I 'm sick of lodgings. MRS. HOLROYD You '11 have to get married — I 'm sure there are plenty of nice girls about. BLACKMORE Are there.'* I never see 'em. (He laughs) MRS. HOLROYD Oh, come, you can't say that. BLACKMORE I 've not seen a single girl — an unmarried girl — that I should want for more than a fortnight — not one. 14 MRS. HOLROYD [act i MRS. HOLEOYD Perhaps you 're very particular. ^She puts her two palms on the table and leans back. He draws near to her, dropping his head, BLACKMORE Look here ! \^He has put his hand on the table near hers, MRS. HOLROYD Yes, I know you Ve got nice hands — but you need n't be vain of them. BLACKMORE No — it 's not that — But don't they seem — (he glances swiftly at her; she turns her head aside; he laughs nervously) — they sort of go well with one another. {He laughs again) MRS. HOLROYD They do, rather — [They stand still, near one another, with bent heads, for a moment. Suddenly she starts up and draws her hand away, BLACKMORE Why — what is it ? \She does not answer. The children come in — Jach with an armful of stockings, Minnie with the basket of pegs. JACK I believe it 's freezing, mother. MINNIE Mr. Blackmore, could you shoot a rat an' hit it.? BLACKMORE (laughing) Shoot the lot of 'em, like a wink. SCENE i] MRS. HOLROYD 15 MRS. HOLROYD But you 've had no tea. What an awful shame to keep you here! BLACKMORE Nay, I don't care. It never bothers me. MRS. HOLROYD Then you 're different from most men. BLACKMORE All men are n't alike, you know. MRS. HOLROYD But do go and get some tea. MixxiE (plaintively) Can't you stop, Mr. Blackmore.'* BLACKMORE Why, Minnie.? MINNIE So 's we 're not frightened. Yes, do. Will you.'* BLACKMORE Frightened of what.'^ MINNIE 'Cause there 's noises, an' rats, — an' perhaps dad '11 come home and shout. BLACKMORE But he 'd shout more if I was here. JACK He does n't when my uncle John 's here. So you stop, an' perhaps he won't. BLACKMORE Don't you like him to shout when you 're in bed.? {^They do not answer, but look seriously at him. CURTAIN 16 MRS. HOLROYD [act i SCENE II The same scene^ two hours later. The clothes are folded in little piles on the table and the sofa. Mrs. Holroyd is folding a thick flannel undervest or singlet which her husband wears in the pit and which has just dried on the fender. MRS. HOLROYD {to hcrself) Now thank goodness they 're all dried. It 's only nine o'clock, so he won't be in for another two hours, the nuisance. (She sits on the sofa, letting her arms hang down in dejection. After a minute or two she jumps up, to begin rudely dropping the piles of washed clothes in the basket) I don't care, I 'm not going to let him have it all his way — no ! (She weeps a little, fiercely, drying her eyes on the edge of her white apron) Why should / put up with it all? — He can do what he likes. But I don't care, no, I don't — [She flings down the full clothes-basket, sits sud- denly in the rocking-chair, and weeps. There is the sound of coarse, bursting laughter, in vain subdued, and a man^s deep guffaws. Footsteps draw near. Suddenly the door opens, and a little, plump, pretty woman of thirty, in a close-fitting dress and a giddy, frilled bonnet of pink paper, stands perkily in the doorway. Mrs. Holroyd springs up: her small, sen- sitive nose is inflamed with weeping, her eyes are wet and flashing. She fronts the other woman. CLARA (with a pert smile and a jerk of the head) Good evenin' ! SCENE n] MRS. HOLROYD 17 MRS. HOLFOYD What do you want? CLARA (she has a Yorkshire accent) Oh, we 've not come beggin' — this is a visit. l^She stuffs her handkerchief in front of her mouth in a little snorting hurst of laughter. There is the sound of another woman behind going off into uncon- trollable laughter, while a man guffaws, MRS. HOLROYD (after a moment of impotence — tragi- cally/) What — ! CLARA (faltering slightly, affecting a polite tone) We thought we 'd just call — \_She stuffs her handkerchief in front of her explosive laughter — the other woman shrieks again, beginning high, and running down the scale, MRS. HOLROYD What do you mean ? — What do you want here ? CLARA (she bites her lip) We don't want anything, thanks. We 've just called. (She begins to laugh again — so does the other) Well, I don't think much of the manners in this part of the country. (She takes a few hesitating steps into the kitchen) MRS. HOLROYD (trying to shut the door upon her) No, you are not coming in. CLARA (preventing her closing the door) Dear me, what a to-do! (She struggles with the door. The other woman comes up to help; a man is seen in the background) LAURA My word, are n't we good enough to come in? [Mrs. Holroyd, finding herself confronted by what 18 MRS. HOLROYD [act i seems to her excitement a crowd, releases the door and draws back a little — almost in tears of anger, MRS. HOLROYD You have no business here. What do you want ? CLARA {putting her bonnet straight and entering in brisk defiance) I tell you we 've only come to see you. (She looks round the kitchen, then makes a gesture toward the armchair) Can I sit here? (She plumps herself down) Rest for the weary. [^A woman and a man have followed her into the room. Laura is highly colored, stout, some forty years old, wears a blue paper bonnet, and looks like the landlady of a public-house. Both she and Clara wear much jewellery. Laura is well dressed in a blue cloth dress. Holroyd is a big blond man. His cap is pushed back, and he looks rather tipsy and lawless. He has a heavy blond moustache. His jacket and trousers are black, his vest gray, and he wears a turn- down collar with dark bow. LAURA (sitting down in a chair on right, her hand on her bosom, panting) I 've laughed till 1 feel fair bad. CLARA 'Ave n't you got a drop of nothink to offer us, mester? Come, you are slow. I should 'ave thought a gentleman like you would have been out with the glasses afore we could have got breaths to ask you. HOLROYD (clumsily) I dunna believe there 's owt in th' 'ouse but a bottle of stout. CLARA (putting her hand on her stomach) It feels as if th' kettle 's going to boil over. [She stuffs her handkerchief in front of her mouth, throws bach her head, and snorts with laughter, hav- SCENE ii] MRS. HOLROYD 19 ing now regained her confidence. Laura laughs in the last state of exhaustion, her hand on her breast. HOLROYD Shall ta ha'e it then? CLARA What do you say, Laura — are you having a drop ? LAURA {submissively, and naturally tongue-tied) Well — I don't mind — I will if you do. CLARA {recklessly) I think we '11 'ave a drop, Charlie, an' risk it. It '11 'appen hold the rest down. [There is a moment of silence, while Holroyd goes into the scullery. Clara surveys the room and the dramatic pose of Mrs, Holroyd curiously, HOLROYD {suddenly) Heh ! What, come 'ere — ! [There is a smash of pots, and a rat careers out of the scullery. Laura, the first to see it, utters a scream, but is fastened to her chair, unable to move, CLARA {jumps up to the table, crying) It 's a rat — Oh, save us ! {She scrambles up, bang- ing her head on the lamp, which swings violently) MRS. HOLROYD {who, with a little shrielc, jerks her legs up on to the sofa, where she was stiffly reclining, now cries in despairing falsetto, stretching forth her arms) The lamp — mind, the lamp ! [Clara steadies the lamp, and holds her hand to her head. HOLROYD {coming from the scullery, a bottle of stout in his hand) Where is he? CLARA I believe he 's gone under the sofa. My, an' he 's 20 MRS. HOLROYD [act i a thumper, if you like, as big as a rabbit. [^Holroyd advances cautiously toward the sofa, LAURA {springing suddenly into life) Hi, hi, let me go — let me go — Don't touch him — ' Where is he? {She flees and scrambles onto Clara's armchair, catching hold of the latter' s skirts) CLARA Hang off — do you want to have a body down — - Mind, I tell you. MRS. HOLROYD (bunchcd up on the sofa, with crossed hands holding her arms, fascinated, watches her hus- band as he approaches to stoop and attack the rat; she suddenly screams) Don't, he '11 fly at you! HOLROYD He '11 not get a chance. MRS. HOLROYD He will, he will — and they 're poisonous ! (She ends on a very high note. Leaning forward on the sofa as far as she dares, she stretches out her arms to keep back her husband, who is about to kneel and search wnder the sofa for the rat) HOLROYD Come off, I canna see him. MRS. HOLROYD I won't let you ; he '11 fly at you. HOLROYD I '11 settle him — MRS. HOLROYD Open the door and let him go. HOLROYD I shonna. I '11 settle him. Shut thy claver. He '11 non come anigh thee. SCENE ii] MRS. HOLROYD 21 \^He kneels down and begins to creep to the sofa. With a great hound, Mrs. Holroyd flies to the door and flings it open. Then she rushes hack to the couch, CLARA There he goes ! HOLROYD {simultaneously) Hi! — Ussza! {He flings the bottle of stout out of the door) LAURA {piteously) Shut the door, do. [Holroyd rises, dusting his trousers* knees, and closes the door, Laura heavily descends and drops in the chair, CLARA Here, come an' help us down, Charlie. Look at her ; she 's going off. {Though Laura is still purple red, she sinks back in the chair. Holroyd goes to the table, Clara places her hands on his shoulders and jumps lightly down. Then she pushes Holroyd with her elbow) Look sharp, get a glass of water. [^She unfastens Laura's collar and pulls off the paper bonnet. Mrs. Holroyd sits up, straightens her cloth- ing, and tries to look cold and contemptuous. Hol- royd brings a cup of water. Clara sprinkles her friend's face. Laura sighs and sighs again very deeply, then draws herself up painfully, CLARA {tenderly) Do you feel any better — shall you have a drink of water? {Laura mournfully shakes her head; Clara turns sharply to Holroyd) She '11 'ave a drop o' something. {Holroyd goes out, Clara meanwhile 22 MRS. HOLROYD [act i fans her friend with a handkerchief . Holroyd brings stout. She pours out the stout, smells the glass, smells the bottle — then finally the cork) Eh, mester, it 's all of a work — it 's had a foisty cork. [At that instant the stairfoot door opens slowly, revealing the children — the girl peering over the boy^s shoulder — both in white nightgowns. Every- body starts, Laura gives a little cry, presses her hand on her bosom, and sinks back, gasping, CLARA {appealing and anxious, to Mrs. Holroyd) You don't 'appen to 'ave a drop of brandy for her, do you, missis? [Mrs. Holroyd rises coldly without replying, and goes to the stairfoot door where the children stand, MRS. HOLROYD (stemly, to the children) Go to bed! JACK What 's a matter, mother.'* MRS. HOLROYD Never you mind, go to bed! CLARA (appealingly) Be quick, missis. [Mrs. Holroyd, glancing round, sees Laura going purple, and runs past the! children upstairs. The boy and girl sit on the lowest stair. Their father goes out of the house, shamefaced. Mrs. Holroyd ru/ns downstairs with a little brandy in a large bottle, CLARA Thanks, awfully. {To Laura) Come on, try an' drink a drop, there 's a dear. [They administer brandy to Laura. The children sit watching, open-eyed. The girl sta/nds up to look. SCENE ii] MRS. HOLROYD 23 MINNIE {whispering) I believe it 's blue bonnet. JACK (whispering) It is n't — she 's in a fit. MINNIE (whispering) Well, look under th' table — (Jack peers under) — there 's 'er bonnet. (Jack creeps forward) Come back, our Jack. JACK (returns with the honnert) It 's all made of paper. MINNIE Let 's have a look — it 's stuck together, not sewed. [She tries it on. Holroyd enters — he looks at the child, MRS. HOLROYD (sharply, glancing round) Take that off! [Minnie hurriedly takes the bonnet from her head. Her father snatches it from her and puts it on the fire, CLARA There, you 're coming round now, love. [Mrs. Holroyd turns away. She sees Holroyd^s eyes on the brandy -hot tie, and immediately removes it, corking it up. MRS. HOLROYD (to Clara) You will not need this any more.'' CLARA No, thanks. I 'm very much obliged. MRS. HOLROYD (docs not Unbend, but speaks coldly to the children) Come, this is no place for you — come back to bed. MINNIE No, mam, I don't want to. 24 MRS. HOLROYD [act i MRS. HOLROYD (controlto) Come along! MINNIE I 'm frightened, mam. MRS. HOLROYD Frightened, what of.'* MINNIE Oo, there was a row. MRS. HOLROYD (taking Minnie in her arms) Did they frighten you, my pet? (She kisses her) JACK (in a high whisper) Mother, it 's pink bonnet and blue bonnet, what was dancing. MINNIE (whimpering) I don't want to go to bed, mam, I 'm frightened. CLARA (who has pulled off her pink bonnet and re- vealed a jug-handle coiffure) We 're going now, duckie — you 're not frightened of us, are you? [^Mrs. Holroyd takes the girl away before she can answer. Jack lingers behind, HOLROYD Now then, get off after your mother. JACK (taking no notice of his father) I say, what 's a dog's-nose? [Clara ups with her handkerchief and Laura re- sponds with a faint giggle, HOLROYD Go thy ways upstairs. CLARA It 's only a small whiskey with a spoonful of beer in it, my duck. JACK Oh! SCENE ii] MRS. HOLROYD 25 CLARA Come here, my duck, come on, \_Jack, curious, advances, CLARA You 'U tell your mother we did n't mean no harm, won't you ? JACK (touching her earrings) What are they made of? CLARA They 're only earrings. Don't you like them ? JACK Um! (He stands surveying her curiously. Then he touches a bracelet made of many little mosaic brooches) This is pretty, is n't it ? CLARA (pleased) Do you like it? \^She takes it off. Suddenly Mrs. Holroyd is heard calling, "Jack, Jack!'' Clara starts. HOLROYD Now then, get off ! CLARA (as Jack is reluctantly going) Kiss me good-night, duckie, an' give this to your sister, shall you? \_She hands Jack the mosaic bracelet. He takes it doubtfully. She kisses him. Holroyd watches in silence. LAURA (suddenly, pathetically) Are n't you going to give me a kiss, an' all? [Jack yields her his cheek, then goes. CLARA (to Holroyd) Are n't they nice children ? HOLROYD Ay. 26 MRS. HOLROYD [act i CLARA {briskly) Oh, dear, you 're very short, all of a sudden. Don't answer if it hurts you. LAURA My, is n't he different? HOLROYD (laughing forcedly) I 'm no different. CLARA Yes, you are. You should n't 'ave brought us if you was going to turn funny over it. HOLROYD I 'm not funny. CLARA No, you 're not. {She begins to laugh, Laura joins in in spite of herself) You 're about as solemn as a roast potato. {She flings up her hands , claps them down on her knees, and sways up and down as she laughs, Laura joining in, hand on breast) Are you ready to be mashed ? ( She goes off again — then suddenly wipes the laughter off her mouth and is solemn) But look 'ere, this '11 never do. Now I 'm going to be quiet. {She prims herself) HOLROYD Tha 'd 'appen better. CLARA Oh, indeed ! You think I 've got to pull a mug to look decent? You 'd have to pull a big un, at that rate. \_She bubbles off, uncontrollably — shaking herself in exasperation meanwhile. Laura joins in. Holroyd leans over close to her. HOLROYD Tha 's got plenty o' fizz in thee, seemly. SCENE ii] MRS. HOLROYD 27 CLARA {putting h^r hand on his face and 'pushing it aside, hut leaving her hand over his cheek and mouth like a caress) Don't, you 've been drinking. {She begins to laugh) HOLROYD Should we be goin' then? CLARA Where do you want to take us.? HOLROYD Oh — you please yourself o' that ! Come on wi' me. CLARA {sitting up prim) Oh, indeed ! HOLROYD {catching hold of her) Come on, let 's be movin' — {he glances apprehen- sively at the stairs) CLARA What 's your hurry.? HOLROY^D {persuasively) Yi, come on wi' thee. CLARA I don't think. {She goes off, uncontrollably) HOLROYD {sitting on the table, just above her) What 's use o' sittin' 'ere ? CLARA I 'm very comfy : I thank thee. HOLROYD Tha 'rt a baffling little 'ussy. CLARA {running her hand along his thigh) Are n't you havin' nothing, my dear ? { Offers him her glass) HOLROYD {getting down from the table and putting his hand forcibly on her shoulder) No. Come on, let 's shift. 28 MRS. HOLROYD [act i CLARA (struggling) Hands off! [She fetches h'vm a sharp slap across the face, Mrs, Holroyd is heard coming downstairs. Clara, released, sits down, smoothing herself. Holroyd looks evil. He goes out to the door. CLARA {to Mrs. Holroyd, penitently) I don't know what you think of us, I 'm sure. MRS. HOLROYD I think nothing at all. CLARA (bubbling) So you fix your thoughts elsewhere, do you? (Sud- denly changing to seriousness) No, but I have been awful to-night. MRS. HOLROYD (controlto, emphatic) I don't want to know anything about you. I shall be glad when you '11 go. CLARA Turning-out time, Laura. LAURA (turtling) I 'm sorry, I 'm sure. CLARA Never mind. But as true as I 'm here, missis, I should never ha' come if I 'd thought. But I had a drop — it all started with your husband sayin' he was n't a married man. LAURA (laughing and wiping her eyes) I 've never knowed her to go off like it — it 's after the time she 's had. CLARA You know, my husband was a brute to me — an' I was in bed three month after he died. He was a SCENE ii] MRS. HOLROYD 29 brute, he was. This is the first time I 've been out ; it 's a'most the first laugh I 've had for a year. LAURA It 's true, what she says. We thought she 'd go out of 'er mind. She never spoke a word for a fortnight. CLARA Though he 's only been dead for two months, he was a brute to me. I was as nice a young girl as you could wish when I married him and went to the Fleece Inn — I was. LAURA Killed hisself drinking. An' she 's that excitable, she is. We s'll 'ave an awful time with 'er to-morrow, I know. MRS. HOLROYD (coldly) 1 don't know why I should hear all this. CLARA I know I must 'ave seemed awful. An' them children — are n't they nice little things, Laura.'* LAURA They are that. HOLROYD (entering from the door) Hanna you about done theer.? CLARA My word, if this is the way you treat a lady when she comes to see you. (She rises) HOLROYD I '11 see you down th' line. CLARA You 're not coming a stride with us. LAURA We 've got no hat, neither of us. 30 MRS. HOLROYD [act i CLARA We Ve got our own hair on our heads, at any rate. {Drawing herself up suddenly in front of Mrs, Hol- royd) An' I 've been educated at a boarding school as good as anybody. I can behave myself either in the drawing-room or in the kitchen as is fitting and proper. But if you 'd buried a husband like mine, you would n't feel you 'd much left to be proud of — an' you might go off occasionally. MRS. HOLROYD I don't want to hear you. CLARA (bobbing a curtsy) Sorry I spoke. \_She goes out stiffly, followed by Laura, HOLROYD (going forward) You mun mind th' points down th' line. Clara's voice I thank thee, Charlie — mind thy own points. [He hesitates at the door — returns and sits down. There is silence in the room. Holroyd sits with his chin in his hand, Mrs. Holroyd listens. The foot- steps and voices of the two women die out. Then she closes the door, Holroyd begins to unlace his boots. HOLROYD (ashamed yet defiant, withal anxious to apolo- gize) Wheer 's my slippers? [Mrs. Holroyd sits on the sofa with face averted and does not answer, HOLROYD Dost hear? (He pulls off his boots, noisily, and begins to hunt under the sofa) I canna find the things. (No answer) Humph ! — then I '11 do be 'out 'em. (He stumps about in his stocking feet; going into the scullery, he brings out the loaf of bread; he SCENE ii] MRS. HOLROYD 31 returns into the scullery) Wheer 's th' cheese? {No answer — suddenly) God blast it! {He hobbles into the kitchen) I 've trod on that brokken basin, an' cut my foot open. {Mrs. Holroyd refuses to take any notice. He sits down and looks at his sole — pulls off his stocking and looks again) It 's lamed me for life. {Mrs. Holroyd glances at the wou/nd) Are 'na ter go in' ter get me owt for it.^^ MRS. HOLROYD Psh! HOLROYD Oh, a' right then. {He hops to the dresser ^ opens a drawer, and pulls out a white rag; he is about to tear it) MRS. HOLROYD {snatcMug it from him) Don't tear that! HOLROYD {shouting) Then what the deuce am I to do? {Mrs. Holroyd sits stonily) Oh, a' right then! {He hops back to his chair, sits down, and begins to pull on his stock- ing) A' right then — a' right then. {In a fever of rage he begins pulling on his boots) I '11 go where I can find a bit o' rag. MRS. HOLROYD Yes, that 's what you want ! All you want is an ex- cuse to be oif again — "a bit of rag " ! HOLROYD {shouting) An' what man 'd want to stop in wi' a woman sittin' as fow as a jackass, an' canna get a word from 'er edgeways. MRS. HOLROYD Don't expect me to speak to you after to-night's 32 MRS. HOLROYD [act i show. How dare you bring them to my house, how dare you.'* HOLROYD They Ve non hurt your house, have they? MRS. HOLROYD I wonder you dare to cross the doorstep. HOLROYD I s'll do what the deuce I like. They 're as good as you are. MRS. HOLROYD (stauds speecJiless, starmg at him; then low) Don't you come near me again — HOLROYD {suddenly shouting, to get his courage up) She 's as good as you are, every bit of it. MRS. HOLROYD (blazing) Whatever I was and whatever I may be, don't you ever come near me again. HOLROYD What ! I '11 show thee. What 's the hurt to you if a woman comes to the house? They 're women as good as yourself, every whit of it. MRS. HOLROYD Say no more. Go with them then, and don't come back. HOLROYD What ! Yi, I will go, an' you s'll see. What ! You think you 're something, since your uncle left you that money, an' Blackymore puttin' you up to it. I can see your little game. I 'm not as daft as you imagine. I 'm no fool, I tell you. MRS. HOLROYD No, you 're not. You 're a drunken beast, that 's all you are. SCENE ii] MRS. HOLROYD 33 HOLROYD What, what — I 'm what ? I '11 show you who 's gaffer, though. {He threatens her) MRS. HOLROYD (between her teeth) No, it 's not going on. If you won't go, I will. HOLROYD Go then, for you 've always been too big for your shoes, in my house — MRS. HOLROYD Yes — I ought never to have looked at you. Only you showed a fair face then. HOLROYD What ! What ! We '11 see who 's master i' this house. I tell you, I 'm goin' to put a stop to it. (He brings his fist down on the table with a bang) It 's going to stop. (He bangs the table again) I 've put up with it long enough. Do you think I 'm a dog in the house, an' not a man, do you — MRS. HOLROYD A dog would be better. HOLROYD Oh ! Oh ! Then we '11 see. We '11 see who 's the dog and who isna. We 're goin' to see. (He bangs the table) MRS. HOLROYD Stop thumping that table ! You 've wakened those children once, you and your trollops. HOLROYD I shall do what the deuce I like ! MRS. HOLROYD No more, you won't, no more. I 've stood this long enough. Now I 'm going. As for you — you 've 34. MRS. HOLROYD [act i got a red face where she slapped you. Now go to her. HOLROYD What? What? MRS. HOLROYD For I 'm sick of the sights and sounds of you. HOLROYD (bitterly) By God, an' I 've known it a long time, MRS. HOLROYD You have, and it 's true. HOLROYD An' I know who it is th 'rt hankerin' after. MRS. HOLROYD I only want to be rid of you. HOLROYD I know it mighty well. But 7 know him! \_Mrs, Holroyd, sinking down on the sofa, suddenly begins to sob half -hysterically. Holroyd watches her. As suddenly, she dries her eyes, MRS. HOLROYD Do you think I care about what you say? (Suddenly) Oh, I 've had enough. I 've tried, I 've tried for years, for the children's sakes. Now I 've had enough of your shame and disgrace. HOLROYD Oh, indeed! MRS. HOLROYD (her voice is dull and inflexible) I 've had enough. Go out again after those trollops — leave me alone. I've had enough. (Holroyd stands looking at her) Go, I mean it, go out again. And if you never come back again, I 'm glad. I 've had enough. (She keeps her face averted, will not SCENE ii] MRS. HOLROYD 35 look at him, her attitude expressing thorough weariness ) HOLROYD All right then ! \^He hobbles, in wnlaced boots, to the door. Then he turns to look at her. She turns herself still far- ther away, so that her back is toward him. He goes, CURTAIN THE SECOND ACT The scene is the same^ two hours later. The cottage is in darkness, save for the firelight. On the table is spread a newspaper. A cup and saucer, a plate, a piece of bacon in the frying tin are on the newspaper ready for the miner's breakfast. Mrs. Holroyd has gone to bed. There is a noise of heavy stumbling down the three steps outside, blackmore's voice Steady, now, steady. It 's all in darkness. Missis ! — Has she gone to bed? [He tries the latch — shakes the door, holroyd's voice {he is drunk) Her 's locked me out. Let me smash that bloody door in. Come out — come out — ussza ! {He strikes a heavy blow on the door. There is a scuffle) blackmore's voice Hold on a bit — what 're you doing? holroyd's voice I 'm smashing that blasted door in. MRS. HOLROYD (appearing and suddenly drawing the bolts, flinging the door open) What do you think you 're doing? HOLROYD (lurching into the room, snarling) What? What? Tha thought tha 'd play thy monkey tricks on me, did ter? (Shouting) But ACT ii] MRS. HOLROYD 37 I 'm going to show thee. {^He lurches at her threateningly ; she recoils) BLACKMORE {scizing him by the arm) Here, here, — ! Come and sit down and be quiet. HOLROYD (snarling at him) What? — What? An' what's thaigh got ter do wi' it? (Shouting) What's thaigh got ter do wi' it? BLACKMORE Nothing — nothing ; but it 's getting late, and you want your supper. HOLROYD (shouting) I want nowt. I'm allowed nowt in this 'ouse. (Shout- ing louder) 'Er begrudges me ivry morsel I ha'e. MRS. HOLROYD Oh, what a story! HOLROYD (shouting) It 's the truth, an' you know it. BLACKMORE (conciliatory) You '11 rouse the children. You 'II rouse the chil- dren, at this hour. HOLROYD (suddenly quiet) Not me — not if I know it. I shan't disturb 'em — bless 'em. [^He staggers to his armchair and sits heavily, BLACKMORE ShaU I light the lamp? MRS. HOLROYD No, don't trouble. Don't stay any longer, there 's no need. BLACKMORE (quictly) I '11 just see it 's all right. [He proceeds in silence to light the lamp. Holroyd is seen dropping forward in his chair. He has a cut 441173 38 MRS. HOLROYD [act ii on his cheek. Mrs. Holroyd is in an old-fashioned dressing-gown. Blackmore has an overcoat hut- toned up to his chin. There is a very large lump of coal on the red fire. MRS. HOLROYD Don't stay any longer. BLACKMORE I 'U see it 's all right. MRS. HOLROYD I shall be all right. He '11 go to sleep now. BLACKMORE But he can't go like that. MRS. HOLROYD What has he done to his face.'^ BLACKMORE He had a row with Jim Goodwin. MRS. HOLROYD What about.? BLACKMORE I don't know. MRS. HOLROYD The beast ! BLACKMORE By Jove, and is n't he a weight ! He 's getting fat, must be — MRS. HOLROYD He 's big made — he has a big frame. BLACKMORE Whatever he is, it took me all my time to get him home. I thought I 'd better keep an eye on him. I knew you 'd be worrying. So I sat in the smoke- ACT ii] MRS. HOLROYD 39 room and waited for him. Though it 's a dirty hole — and dull as hell. MRS. HOLROYD Why did you bother.? BLACKMORE Well, I thought you 'd be upset about him. I had to drink three whiskies — had to, in all conscience — (smiling) MRS. HOLROYD I don't want to be the ruin of you. BLACKMORE (sTTiiling) Don't you ? I thought he 'd pitch forward onto the lines and crack his skull. [Holroyd has been sinking farther and farther for- ward in drunken sleep. He suddenly jerks too far and is awakened. He sits upright, glaring fiercely and dazedly at the two, who instantly cease talking. HOLROYD {to Blackmore) What are thaigh doin' 'ere.^^ BLACKMORE Why, I came along with you. HOLROYD Thou 'rt a liar, I 'm only just come in. MRS. HOLROYD (coldly) He is no liar at all. He brought you home because you were too drunk to come yourself. HOLROYD (starting up) Thou 'rt a liar ! I niver set eyes on him this night, afore now. MRS. HOLROYD (with a " Pf " of contevipt) You don't know what you have done to-night. HOLROYD (shouting) I s'll not have it, I tell thee. 40 MRS. HOLROYD [act ii MRS. HOLROYD Psh! HOLROYD I s'U not ha'e it. I s'll ha'e no carryin's on i' my 'ouse — MRS. HOLROYD (shrugging her shoulders) Talk when you 've got some sense. HOLROYD (fiercely) I 've as much sense as thaigh. Am I a fool.^* Canna I see? What's he doin' here then, answer me that. What —? MRS. HOLROYD Mr. Blackmore came to bring you home, because 3^ou were too drunk to find your own way. And this is the thanks he gets. HOLROYD (contemptuously) Blackymore, Blackymore. It 's him tha cuts thy cloth by, is it? MRS. HOLROYD (hotly) You don't know what you 're talking about, so keep your tongue still. HOLROYD (bitingly) I don't know what I 'm talking about — I don't know what I 'm talking about — don't I? An' what about him standing there then, if I don't know what I 'm talking about? — What? BLACKMORE You 've been to sleep, Charlie, an' forgotten I came in with you, not long since. HOLROYD I 'm not daft, I 'm not a fool. I 've got eyes in my head, and sense. You needn't try to get over me. I know what you 're up to. ACT ii] MRS. HOLROYD 41 BLACKMORE (flusMng) It 's a bit off to talk to me like that, Charlie, I must say. HOLROYD I 'm not good enough for 'er. She wants Mr. Blacky- more. He 's a gentleman, he is. Now we have it all; now we understand. MRS. HOLROYD I wish you understood enough to keep your tongue still. HOLROYD What? What? I 'm to keep my tongue still, am I? An' what about Mr. Blachymore? MRS. HOLROYD {fiercely) Stop your mouth, you — you vulgar, low-minded brute. HOLROYD Am I ? Am I ? An' what are you ? What tricks are you up to, an' all? But that's all right — that's all right. {Shouting) That 's all right, if it 's you. BLACKMORE I think I 'd better go. You seem to enjoy — er — er — calumniating your wife. HOLROYD {mockingly) Calamniating — calamniating — I '11 give you calam- niating, you mealy-mouthed jockey: I'll give you calamniating. BLACKMORE I think you 've said about enough. HOLROYD 'Ave I, 'ave I? Yer flimsy jack — 'ave I? {In a sudden hurst) But I 've not done wi' thee yet. 42 MRS. HOLROYD [act ii BLACKMORE {wonically) No, and you have n't. HOLROYD ( shouting — pulling himself up from the armchair) I '11 show thee — I '11 show thee. [Blackmore laughs. HOLROYD Yes! — yes, my young monkey. It's thaigh, is it? BLACKMORE Yes, it 's me, HOLROYD (shouting) An' I '11 ma'e thee wish it wor n't, I will. What — ? What — ? Tha 'd come slivin' round here, would ta? (He lurches forward at Blackmore with clenched fist) MRS. HOLROYD Drunken, drunken fool — oh, don't. HOLROYD (turning to her) What? \^She puts up her hands before her face. Blackmore seizes the upraised arm and swings Holroyd round, BLACKMORE (in a towering passion) Mind what tha 'rt doing ! HOLROYD ( turning fiercely on him — incoherent) Wha' — wha' — ! [He aims a heavy blow. Blackmore evades it, so that he is struck on the side of the chest. Suddenly he shows his teeth. He raises his fists ready to strike Holroyd when the latter stands to advantage. MRS. HOLROYD (rusMng upon Blackmore) No, no ! Oh, no ! [She flies and opens the door, and goes out. Black- more glances after her, then at Holroyd, who is pre- ACT ii] MRS. HOLROYD 43 paring, like a hull, for another charge. The young man's face lights up, HOLROYD Wha' — wha'— ! [As he advances, Blachmore quickly retreats out-of- doors. Holroyd plunges upon him. Blackmore slips behind the door-jamb, puts out his foot, and trips Holroyd with a crash upon the brick yard. MRS. HOLROYD Oh, what has he done to himself? BLACKMORE (thickly) Tumbled over himself. [Holroyd is seen struggling to rise, and is heard incoherently cursing. MRS. HOLROYD Are n't you going to get him up? BLACKMORE What for? MRS. HOLROYD But what shall we do? BLACKMORE Let him go to hell. [Holroyd, who had subsided, begins to snarl and struggle again. MRS. HOLROYD (m terror) He 's getting up. BLACKMORE All right, let him. [Mrs. Holroyd looks at Blackmore, suddenly afraid of him also. HOLROYD (in a last frenzy) I '11 show thee — I '11 — [He raises himself up, and is just picking his balance 44 MRS. HOLROYD [act n •when Blackmore, with a sudden light kick, sends him sprawling again. He is seen on the edge of the light to collapse mto stupor. MRS. HOLROYD He '11 kill you, he '11 kill you! [Blackmore laughs short, MRS. HOLROYD Would you believe it! Oh, isn't it awful! (She be- gins to weep in a little hysteria; Blackmore stands with his hack leaning on the doorway, grinning in a strained fashion) Is he hurt, do you think.? BLACKMORE I don't know — I should think not. MRS. HOLROYD I wish he was dead ; I do, with all my heart. BLACKMORE Do you? {He looks at her quickly; she wavers and shrinks; he begins to smile strainedly as before) You don't know what you wish, or what you want. MRS. HOLROYD (troubled) Do you think I could get past him to come inside.'* BLACKMORE I should think so. [Mrs. Holroyd, silent and troubled, manoeuvres in the doorway, stepping over her husband's feet, which lie on the threshold. BLACKMORE Why, you 've got no shoes and stockings on ! MRS. HOLROYD No. (She enters the house and stands trembling be- fore the fire) BLACKMORE (following her) Are you cold? ACT ii] MRS. HOLROYD 45 MRS. HOLROYD A little — with standing on the yard. BLACKMORE What a shame! [She, uncertain of herself y sits down. He drops on one knee, awkwardly, and takes her feet in his hands. MRS. HOLROYD Don't — no, don't ! BLACKMORE They are frightfully cold. {He remains, with head sunk, for some moments, then slowly rises) Damn him! IThey look at each other; then, at the same time, turn away, MRS. HOLROYD We can't leave him lying there. BLACKMORE No — no ! I '11 bring him in. MRS. HOLROYD But — ! BLACKMORE He won't wake again. The drink will have got hold of him by now. (He hesitates) Could you take hold of his feet — he 's so heavy. MRS. HOLROYD Yes. [They go out and are seen stooping over Holroyd. BLACKMORE Wait, wait, till I 've got him — half a minute. [Mrs. Holroyd backs in first. They carry Holroyd in and lay him on the sofa, MRS. HOLROYD Does n't he look awful .f* 46 MRS. HOLROYD [act ii BLACKMORE It 's more mark than mar. It is n't much, really. [He is husy taking off Holroyd's collar and tie, un- fastening the waistcoat, the braces and the waist hut- tons of the trousers; he then proceeds to unlace the drunken man's boots. MRS. HOLROYD (who lias becu watchiug closely) 1 shall never get him upstairs. BLACKMORE He can sleep here, with a rug or something to cover him. You don't want him — upstairs ? MRS. HOLROYD Never again. BLACKMORE {after a moment or two of silence) He '11 be all right down here. Have you got a rug.? MRS. HOLROYD Yes. [She goes upstairs, Blackmore goes into the scul- lery, returning with a lading can and towel. He gets hot water from the boiler. Then, kneeling down, he begins to wipe the drunken man*s face lightly with the flannel, to remove the blood and dirt, MRS. HOLROYD {returning) What are you doing.? BLACKMORE Only wiping his face to get the dirt out. MRS. HOLROYD I wonder if he 'd do as much for you. BLACKMORE I hope not, MRS. HOLROYD Is n't he horrible, horrible — ACT ii] MRS. HOLROYD 47 Bi^ACKMORE (looks up at her) Don't look at him then. MRS. HOLROYD I can't take it in, it 's too much. BLACKMORE He won't wake. I will stay with you. MRS. HOLROYD {earnestly) No — oh, no. BLACKMORE There will be the drawn sword between us. {He indicates the figure of Holroyd, which lies, in effect, as a harrier between them) MRS. HOLROYD {hlusMng) Don't! BLACKMORE I 'm sorry. MRS. HOLROYD {after watching him for a few moments lightly wiping the sleeping man's face with a towel) I wonder you can be so careful over him. BLACKMORE {quictly) It 's only because he 's helpless. MRS. HOLROYD But why should you love him ever so little? BLACKMORE I don't — only he 's helpless. Five minutes since I could have killed him. MRS. HOLROYD Well, I don't understand you men. BLACKMORE Why.? MRS. HOLROYD I don't know. 48 MRS. HOLROYD [act ii BLACKMORE I thought as I stood in that doorway, and he was trying to get up — I wished as hard as I 've ever wished anything in my life — MRS. HOLROYD What? BLACKMORE That I 'd killed him. I 've never wished anything so much in my life — if wishes were anything. MRS. HOLROYD Don't, it does sound awful. BLACKMORE I could have done it, too. He ought to be dead. MRS. HOLROYD {pleading) No, don't! You know you don't mean it, and you make me feel so awful. BLACKMORE I do mean it. It is simply true, what I say. MRS. HOLROYD But don't say it. BLACKMORE No.? MRS, HOLROYD No, we 've had enough. BLACKMORE Give me the rug. [^She hands it him, and he tucks Holroyd up, MRS. HOLROYD You only do it to play on my feelings. BLACKMORE {laugliing shortly) And now give me a pillow — thanks. [There is a pause — both look at the sleeping man. ACT ii] MRS. HOLROYD 49 BLACKMORE I suppose you 're fond of him, really. MRS. HOLROYD No more. BLACKMORE You were fond of him.'^ MRS. HOLROYD I was — yes. BLACKMORE What did you like in him.'' MRS. HOLROYD {uneasily) I don't know. BLACKMORE I suppose you really care about him, even now. MRS. HOLROYD Why are you so sure of it.'' BLACKMORE Because I think it is so. MRS. HOLROYD I did care for him — now he has destroyed it — BLACKMORE I don't believe he can destroy it. MRS. HOLROYD {w'ltli a slwrt laugli) Don't you? When you are married you try. You '11 find it is n't so hard. BLACKMORE But what did you like in him — because he was good- looking, and strong, and that.'' MRS. HOLROYD I liked that as well. But if a man makes a nuisance of himself, his good looks are ugly to you, and his strength loathsome. Do you think I care about a 50 MRS. HOLROYD [act ii man because he 's got big fists, when he is a coward in his real self? BLACKMORE Is he a coward? MRS. HOLROYD He is — a pettifogging, paltry one. BLACKMORE And so you 've really done with him? MRS. HOLROYD I have. BLACKMORE And what are you going to do? MRS. HOLROYD I don't know. BLACKMORE I suppose nothing. You'll just go on — even if you 've done with him — you '11 go on with him. [There is a long pause, BLACKMORE But was there nothing else in him but his muscles and his good looks to attract you to him? MRS. HOLROYD Why? What does it matter? BLACKMORE What did you think he was? MRS. HOLROYD Why must we talk about him? BLACKMORE Because I can never quite believe you. MRS. HOLROYD I can't help whether you believe it or not. BLACKMORE Are you just in a rage with him, because of to-night? ACT ii] MRS. HOLROYD 51 MRS. HOLROYD I know, to-night finished it. But it was never right between us. BLACKMORE Never ? / MRS. HOLROYD Not once. And then to-night — no, it 's too much ; I can't stand any more of it, BLACKMORE I suppose he got tipsy. Then he said he was n't a married man — vowed he was n't, to those paper bonnets. They found out he was, and said he was frightened of his wife getting to know. Then he said they should all go to supper at his house — I sup- pose they came out of mischief. MRS. HOLROYD He did it to insult me. BLACKMORE Oh, he was a bit tight — you can't say it was de- liberate. MRS. HOLROYD No, but it shows how he feels toward me. The feeling comes out in drink. BLACKMORE How does he feel toward you .J* MRS. HOLROYD He wants to insult me, and humiliate me, in everj' moment of his life. Now I simply despise him. BLACKMORE You really don't care any more about him.'* MRS. HOLROYD No. 52 MRS. HOLROYD [act ii BLACKMORE (hesitates) And you would leave him? MRS. HOLROYD I would leave him, and not care that about him any more. {She snaps her fingers) BLACKMORE Will you come with me.'' MRS. HOLROYD (^after a reluctant pause) Where ? BLACKMORE To Spain: I can any time have a job there, in a decent part. You could take the children. [The figure of the sleeper stirs uneasily — they watch him, BLACKMORE Will you.? MRS. HOLROYD When would you go? BLACKMORE To-morrow, if you like. MRS. HOLROYD But why do you want to saddle yourself with me and the children.? BLACKMORE Because I want to. MRS. HOLROYD But you don't love me? BLACKMORE Why don't I.? MRS. HOLROYD You don't. BLACKMORE I don't know about that. I don't know anything ACT ii] MRS. HOLROYD 53 about love. Only I 've gone on for a year now, and it 's got stronger and stronger — MRS. HOLROYD What has.? BLACKMORE This — this wanting you, to live with me. I took no notice of it for a long time. Now I can't get awa}^ from it, at no hour and nohow. (^He still avoids direct contact with her) MRS. HOLROYD But you 'd like to get away from it. BLACKMORE I hate a mess of any sort. But if you '11 come away with me — you and the children — MRS. HOLROYD But I could n't — you don't love me — BLACKMORE I don't know what you mean by I don't love you. MRS. HOLROYD I can feel it. BLACKMORE And do you love me? (A pause) MRS. HOLROYD I don't know. Everything is so — so — [There is a long pause. BLACKMORE How old are you.'^ MRS. HOLROYD Thirty-two. BLACKMORE I 'm twenty-seven. MRS. HOLROYD And have you never been in love? 54 MRS. HOLROYD [act ii BLACKMORE I don't think so. I don't know. MRS. HOLROYD But you must know. I must go and shut that door that keeps clicking. [She rises to go upstairs, making a clatter at the stairfoot door. The noise rouses her husband. As she goes upstairs, he moves, makes coughing sounds, turns over, and then suddenly sits upright, gazing at Blackmore. The latter sits perfectly still on the sofa, his head dropped, hiding his face. His hands are clasped. They remain thus for a minute. HOLROYD Hello! (He stares fixedly) Hello! (His tone is undecided, as if he mistrusts himself) What are — who are ter? (Blackmore does not move; Holroyd stares blankly; he then turns and looks at the room) Well, I dunna know. [He staggers to his feet, clinging to the table, and goes groping to the stairs. They creak loudly under his weight. A doorlatch is heard to click. In a moment Mrs. Holroyd comes quickly down- stairs. BLACKMORE Has he gone to bed? MRS. HOLROYD (nodding) Lying on the bed. BLACKMORE Will he settle now? MRS. HOLROYD I don't know. He is like that sometimes. He will have delirium tremens if he goes on. ACT ii] MRS. HOLROYD 55 BLACKMORE {softly) You can't stay with him, you know. MRS. HOLROYD And the children.'* BLACKMORE We '11 take them. MRS. HOLROYD Oh! [Her face puckers to cry. Suddenly he starts up and puts his arms round her, holding her protec- tively and gently, very caressingly. She clings to him. They are silent for some moments. BLACKMORE {struggling, in an altered voice) Look at me and kiss me. [Her sobs are heard distinctly. Blackmore lays his hand on her cheek, caressing her always with his hand. BLACKMORE My God, but I hate him ! I wish either he was dead or me. (Mrs. Holroyd hides against him; her sobs cease; after a while he continues in the same mur- muring fashion) It can't go on like it any more. I feel as if I should come in two. I can't keep away from you. I simply can't. Come with me. Come with me and leave him. If you knew what a hell it is for me to have you here — and to see him. I can't go without you, I can't. It 's been hell every mo- ment for six months now. You say I don't love you. Perhaps I don't, for all I know about it. But oh, my God, don't keep me like it any longer. Why should he have you — and I 've never had anything. MRS. HOLROYD Have you never loved anybody? 56 MRS. HOLROYD [act ii BLACKMORE No — I 've tried. Kiss me of jour own wish — will you? MRS. HOLROYD I don't know, BLACKMORE {after a pause) Let 's break clear. Let 's go right away. Do you care for me.'* MRS. HOLROYD I don't know. {She loosens herself , rises dumbly) BLACKMORE When do you think you will know.? [^She sits down helplessly. MRS. HOLROYD I don't know. BLACKMORE Yes, you do know, really. If he was dead, should you marry me? MRS. HOLROYD Don't say it — BLACKMORE Why not? If wishing of mine would kill him, he 'd soon be out of the way. MRS. HOLROYD But the children! BLACKMORE I 'm fond of them. I shall have good money. MRS. HOLROYD But he's their father. BLACKMORE What does that mean — ? ACT ii] MRS. HOLROYD 57 MRS. HOLROYD Yes, I know — (a pause) but — BLACKMORE Is it him that keeps you? MRS. HOLROYD No. BLACKMORE Then come with me. Will you? (He stands waiting for her; then he turns and takes his overcoat; pulls it on, leaving the collar turned up, ceasing to twist his cap) Well — will you tell me to-morrow? [She goes forward and flings her arms round his neck. He suddenly kisses her passionately, MRS. HOLROYD But I ought not. {She draws away a little; he will not let her go) BLACKMORE Yes, it 's all right. {He holds her close) MRS. HOLROYD Is it? BLACKMORE Yes, it is. It 's all right. [He kisses her again. She releases herself hut holds his hand. They keep listening. MRS. HOLROYD Do you love me? BLACKMORE What do you ask for? MRS. HOLROYD Have I hurt you these months? BLACKMORE You have n't. And I don't care what it 's been if you '11 come with me. {There is a noise upstairs and 58 MRS. HOLROYD [act ii they wait) You will soon, won't you? l^She hisses him, MRS. HOLROYD He 's not safe. {She disengages herself and sits on the sofa) BLACKMORE (takes a place beside her, holding her hand in both his) You should have waited for me. MRS. HOLROYD How wait.'* BLACKMORE And not have married him. MRS. HOLROYD I might never have known you — I married him to get out of my place. BLACKMORE Why.? MRS. HOLROYD I was left an orphan when I was six. My Uncle John brought me up, in the Coach and Horses at Rains- worth. He 'd got no children. He was good to me, but he drank. I went to Mansfield Grammar School. Then he fell out with me because I would n't wait in the bar, and I went as nursery governess to Berry- man's. And I felt I 'd nowhere to go, I belonged to nowhere, and nobody cared about me, and men came after me, and I hated it. So to get out of it, I mar- ried the first man that turned up. BLACKMORE And you never cared about him.? MRS. HOLROYD Yes, I did. I did care about him. I wanted to be a wife to him. But there 's nothing at the bottom of him, if you know what I mean. You can't get any- ACT ii] MRS. HOLROYD 59 where with him. There 's just his body and nothing else. Nothing that keeps him, no anchor, no roots, nothing satisfying. It 's a horrible feeling there is about him, that nothing is safe or permanent — nothing is anything — BLACKMORE And do you think you can trust me? MRS. HOLROYD I think you 're different from him, BLACKMORE Perhaps I 'm not. MRS. HOLROYD (warmly) You are. BLACKMORE At any rate, we '11 see. You '11 come on Saturday to London ? MRS. HOLROYD Well, you see, there 's my money. I have n't got it yet. My uncle has left me about a hundred and twenty pounds. BLACKMORE Well, see the lawyer about it as soon as you can. I can let you have some money if you want any. But don't let us wait after Saturday. MRS. HOLROYD But is n't it wrong? BLACKMORE Why, if you don't care for him, and the children are miserable between the two of you — which they are — MRS. HOLROYD Yes. BLACKMORE Well, then I see no wrong. As for him — he would 60 MRS. HOLROYD [act ii go one way, and only one way, whatever you do. Damn him, he does n't matter. MRS. HOLROYD No. BLACKMORE Well, then — have done with it. Can't you cut clean of him? Can't you now? MRS. HOLROYD And then — the children — BLACKMORE They '11 be all right with me and you — won't they? MRS. HOLROYD Yes — BLACKMORE Well, then. Now, come and have done with it. We can't keep on being ripped in two like this. We need never hear of him any more. MRS. HOLROYD Yes — I love you. I do love you — BLACKMORE Oh, my God! {He speaks with difficulty — em- bracing her) MRS. HOLROYD When I look at him, and then at you — ha — (she gives a short laugh) BLACKMORE He 's had all the chance — it 's only fair — Lizzie — MRS. HOLROYD My love. [There is silence. He keeps his arm round her. After hesitating, he picks up his cap. ACT ii] MRS. HOLROYD 61 BLACKMORE I '11 go then — at any rate. Shall you come with me.'' [She follows him to the door, MRS. HOLROYD I '11 come on Saturday. BLACKMORE Not now.? CURTAIN THE THIRD ACT Scene, the same. Time, the following evening, about seven o'clock. The table is half laid, with a large cwp and saucer, plate, etc., ready for Holroyd's dinner, which, like all miners, he has when he comes home be- tween four and five o'clock. On the other half of the table Mrs. Holroyd is ironing. On the hearth stands newly baked loaves of bread. The irons hang at the fire. Jack, with a bowler hat hanging at the back of his head, parades up to the sofa, on which stands Minnie engaged in dusting a picture. She has a soiled white apron tied behind her, to make a long skirt, JACK Good mornln', missis. Any scissors or knives to grind ? MINNIE (peering down from the sofa) Oh, I can't be bothered to come downstairs. Call another day. JACK I shan't. MINNIE (keeping up her part) Well, I can't come down now. (Jack stands irreso- lute) Go on, you have to go and steal the baby. JACK I 'm not. ACT III] MRS. HOLROYD 63 MINNIE Well, you can steal the eggs out of the fowl-house. JACK I 'm not. MINNIE Then I shan't play with you. {Jack takes off his howler hat and flings it on the sofa; tears come vn Minnie's eyes) Now I 'm not friends. {She surveys him ruefully; after a few moments of silence she clambers down and goes to her mother) Mam, he won't play with me. MRS. HOLROYD {crOSsly) Why don't you play with her.? If you begin bother- ing, you must go to bed. JACK Well, I don't want to play, MRS. HOLROYD Then you must go to bed. JACK I don't want to. MRS. HOLROYD Then what do you want, I should like to know.'^ MINNIE I wish my father 'd come. JACK I do. MRS. HOLROYD I suppose he thinks he 's paying me out. This is the third time this week he 's slunk past the door and gone down to Old Brinsley instead of coming in to his dinner. He '11 be as drunk as a lord when he does come. [The children look at her plaintively. 64 MRS. HOLROYD [act hi MINNIE Is n't he a nuisance? JACK I hate him. I wish he 'd drop down th' pit-shaft. MRS. HOLROYD Jack ! — I never heard such a thing in my life ! You must n't say such things — it 's wicked. JACK Well, I do. MRS. HOLROYD {loudly) I won't have it. He 's your father, remember. JACK {in a high voice) Well, he 's always comin' home an' shoutin' an' bangin' on the table. {He is getting tearful and de- fiant ) MRS. HOLROYD Well, you must n't take any notice of him. MINNIE {wistfully) 'Appen if you said something nice to him, mother, he 'd happen go to bed, and not shout. JACK I 'd hit him in the mouth. MRS. HOLROYD Perhaps we '11 go to another country, away from him — should we ? JACK In a ship, mother.? MINNIE In a ship, mam } MRS. HOLROYD Yes, in a big ship, where it 's blue sky, and water and palm-trees, and — ACT in] MRS. HOLROYD 65 MINNIE An' dates — ? JACK When should we go ? MRS. HOLKOYD Some day. MINNIE But who 'd work for us.? Who should we have for father ? JACK You don't want a father. I can go to work for us. MRS. HOLROYD I 've got a lot of money now, that your uncle left me. MINNIE (after a general thoughtful silence) An' would my father stop here.'' MRS. HOLROYD Oh, he 'd be all right. MINNIE But who would he live with.?^ MRS. HOLROYD I don't know — one of his paper bonnets, if he likes. MINNIE Then she could have her old bracelet back, could n't she.'* MRS. HOLROYD Yes — there it is on the candlestick, waiting for her. [There is a sound of footsteps — then a knock at the door. The children start, MINNIE (in relief) Here he is. [Mrs, Holroyd goes to the door, Blackmore enters. 66 MRS. HOLROYD [act hi BLACKMORE It is foggy to-night — Hello, aren't you young- sters gone to bed? MINNIE No, my father 's not come home yet. BLACKMORE (tuming to Mrs. Holroyd) Did he go to work then, after last night .f* MRS. HOLROYD I suppose so. His pit things were gone when I got up. I never thought he 'd go. BLACKMORE And he took his snap as usual .f^ MRS. HOLROYD Yes, just as usual. I suppose he 's gone to the New Inn. He 'd say to himself he 'd pay me out. That 's what he always does say, " I '11 pay thee out for that bit — I '11 ma'e thee regret it." JACK We 're going to leave him. BLACKMORE So you think he 's at the New Inn? MRS. HOLROYD I 'm sure he is — and he '11 come when he 's full. He '11 have a bout now, you '11 see. MINNIE Go and fetch him, Mr. Blackmore. JACK My mother says we shall go in a ship and leave him. BLACKMORE {after looking keenly at Jack: to Mrs. Holroyd) Shall I go and see if he 's at the New Inn ? MRS. HOLROYD No — perhaps you 'd better not — ACT in] MRS. HOLROYD 67 BLACKMORE Oh, he shan't see me. I can easily manage that. JACK Fetch him, Mr. Blackmore. BLACKMORE All right, Jack. {To Mrs. Holroyd) Shall I? MRS. HOLROYD We 're always pulling on you — But yes, do ! [Blachmore goes out. JACK I wonder how long he '11 be. MRS. HOLROYD You come and go to bed now : you 'd better be out of the way when he comes in. MINNIE And you won't say anything to him, mother, will you.? MRS. HOLROYD What do you mean.'* MINNIE You won't begin of him — row him. MRS. HOLROYD Is he to have all his own way? What would he be like, if I did n't row him ? JACK But it does n't matter, mother, if w^e 're going to leave him — MINNIE But Mr. Blackmore '11 come back, won't he, mam, and dad won't shout before him ? MRS. HOLROYD (beginning to undress the children) Yes, he '11 come back. 68 MRS. HOLROYD [act hi MINNIE Mam — could I have that bracelet to go to bed with? MRS. HOLROYD Come and say your prayers. [^They hneel, muttering in their mother's apron, MINNIE {suddenly lifting her head) Can I, mam? MRS. HOLROYD {trying to he stern) Have you finished your prayers? MINNIE Yes. MRS. HOLROYD If you want it — beastly thing! {She reaches the bracelet down from the mantelpiece) Your father must have put it up there — I don't know where I left it. I suppose he 'd think I was proud of it and wanted it for an ornament. [Minnie gloats over it. Mrs, Holroyd lights a candle and they go upstairs. After a few moments the outer door opensy and there enters an old woman. She is of middling stature and wears a large gray shawl over her head. After glancing sharply round the room, she advances to the fire, warnns herself, then, taking off her shawl, sits in the rocking-chair. As she hears Mrs. Holroyd' s footsteps, she folds her hands and puts on a lachrymose expression, turning down the corners of her mouth and arching her eyebrows, MRS. HOLROYD Hello, mother, is it you? GRANDMOTHER Yes, it 's me. Have n't you finished ironing? MRS. HOLROYD Not yet. ACT III] INIRS. HOLROYD 69 GRANDMOTHER You '11 have your irons red-hot. MRS. HOLROYD Yes, I s'll have to stand them to cool. (^She does so, and moves about at her ironing) GRANDMOTHER And you don't know what 's become of Charles ? MRS. HOLROYD Well, he 's not come home from work yet. I supposed he was at the New Inn — Why ? GRANDMOTHER That young electrician come knocking asking if I knew where he was. " Eh," I said, " I 've not set eyes on him for over a week — nor his wife neither, though they pass th' garden gate every time they go out. I know nowt on 'im." I axed him what was the matter, so he said Mrs. Holroyd was anxious because he 'd not come home, so I thought I 'd better come and see. Is there anything up.'' MRS. HOLROYD No more than I 've told you. GRANDMOTHER It 's a rum 'un, if he 's neither in the New Inn nor the Prince o' Wales. I suppose something you 've done 's set him oif . MRS. HOLROYD It 's nothing I 've done. GRANDMOTHER Eh, if he 's gone off and left you, whativer shall we do! Whativer 'ave you been doing? MRS. HOLROYD He brought a couple of bright daisies here last night 70 MRS. HOLROYD [act hi — two of those trollops from Nottingham — and I said I 'd not have it. GRANDMOTHER (sigMng deeply) Ay, you 've never been able to agree. MRS. HOLROYD We agreed well enough except when he drank like a fish and came home rolling. GRANDMOTHER (whining) Well, what can you expect of a man as 'as been shut up i' th' pit all day.? He must have a bit of relaxation. MRS. HOLROYD He can have it different from that, then. At any rate, I 'm sick of it. GRANDMOTHER Ay, you 've a stiff neck, but it '11 be bowed by you 're my age. MRS. HOEROYD Will it ? I 'd rather it were broke. GRANDMOTHER Well — there's no telling what a jealous man will do. (She shakes her head) MRS. HOLROYD Nay, I think it 's my place to be jealous, when he brings a brazen hussy here and sits carryin' on with her. GRANDMOTHER He 'd no business to do that. But you know, Lizzie, he 's got something on his side. MRS. HOLROYD What, pray.? GRANDMOTHER Well, I don't want to make any mischief, but you 're ACT III] MRS. HOLROYD 71 my son's wife, an' it 's nothing but my duty to tell you. They 've been saying a long time now as that young electrician is here a bit too often. MRS. HOLROYD He does n't come for my asking. GRANDMOTHER No, I don't suppose he wants for asking. But Charlie 's not the man to put up with that sort o' work. MRS. HOLROYD Charlie put up with it ! If he 's anything to say, why does n't he say it, without going to other folks , , , ? GRANDMOTHER Charlie 's never been near me with a word — nor 'as he said a word elsewhere to my knowledge. For all that, this is going to end with trouble. MRS. HOLROYD In this hole, every gossiping creature thinks she 's got the right to cackle about you — sickening ! And a parcel of lies. GRANDMOTHER Well, Lizzie, I 've never said anything against you. Charlie 's been a handful of trouble. He made my heart ache once or twice afore you had him, and he 's made it ache many, many 's the time since. But it 's not all on his side, you know. MRS. HOLROYD (Jiotly) No, I don't know. GRANDMOTHER You thought yourself above him, Lizzie, an' you know he 's not the man to stand it. MRS. HOLROYD No, he 's run away from it. 72 MRS. HOLROYD [act hi GRANDMOTHER {veUOmOUSly) And what man would n't leave a woman that allowed him to live on sufferance in the house with her, when he was bringing the money home? MRS. HOLROYD " Sufferance ! " — Yes, there 's been a lot of letting him live on " sufferance " in the house with me. It is / who have lived on sufferance, for his service and pleasure. No, what he wanted was the drink and the public house company, and because he could n't get them here, he went out for them. That 's all. GRANDMOTHER You have always been very clever at hitting things off, Lizzie. I was always sorry my youngest son mar- ried a clever woman. He only wanted a bit of coax- ing and managing, and you clever women won't do it. MRS. HOLROYD He wanted a slave, not a wife. GRANDMOTHER It 's a pity your stomach was n't too high for him, before you had him. But no, you could have eaten him ravishing at one time. MRS. HOLROYD It 's a pity you did n't tell me what he was before I had him. But no, he was all angel. You left me to find out what he really was. GRANDMOTHER Some women could have lived with him happy enough. An' a fat lot you 'd have thanked me for my telling. [There is a knock at the door, Mrs, Holroyd opens, EIGLEY They tell me, missus, as your mester 's not hoom yet. ACT III] MRS. HOLROYD 73 MRS. HOLROYD No — who is it ? GRANDMOTHER Ask him to step inside. Don't stan' there lettin' the fog in. [Rigley steps in. He is a tall, bony, very roughly hewn collier, aiGLEY Good evenin'. GRANDMOTHER Oh, is it you, Mr. Rigley? (In a querulous, spiteful tone to Mrs. Holroyd) He butties along with Charlie. MRS. HOLROYD Oh! RIGLEY An' han yer seen nowt on 'im.? MRS. HOLROYD No — was he all right at work.'* RIGLEY Well, 'e wor nowt to mention. A bit short, like: 'adna much to say. I canna ma'e out what 'e 's done wi' 'issen. {He is manifestly uneasy, does not look at the two women) GRANDMOTHER An' did 'e come up i' th' same bantle wi' you.'' RIGLEY No — 'e didna. As Ah was comin' out o' th' stall, Ah shouted, "Art comin', Charlie? We're a' off." An' 'e said, " Ah 'm comin' in a minute." 'E wor just finishin' a stint, like, an' 'e wanted ter get it set. An' 'e 'd been a bit roughish in 'is temper, like, so I thowt 'e didna want ter walk to th' bottom wi' us. . . . 74 MRS. HOLROYD [act iii GRANDMOTHER (waiUng) An' what 's 'e gone an' done to himself? EIGLEY Nay, missis, yo munna ax me that. 'E 's non done owt as Ah know on. On'y I wor thinkin', 'appen summat 'ad 'appened to 'im, Hke, seein' as nob'dy had any knowings of 'im comin' up. MRS. HOLROYD What is the matter, Mr. Rigley.? Tell us it out. RIGLEY I canna do that, missis. It seems as if 'e niver come up th' pit — as far as we can make out. 'Appen a bit o' stuff 's fell an' pinned 'im. GRANDMOTHER {wailing) An' 'ave you left 'im lying down there in the pit, poor thing? RIGLEY {uneasily) I couldna say for certain where 'e is. MRS. HOLROYD {agitated) Oh, it 's very likely not very bad, mother ! Don't let us run to meet trouble. RIGLEY We 'ave to 'ope for th' best, missis, all on us. GRANDMOTHER (waiUng) Eh, they '11 bring 'im 'ome, I know they will, smashed up an' broke ! An' one of my sons they 've burned down pit till the flesh dropped off 'im, an' one was shot till 'is shoulder was all of a mosh, an' they brought 'em 'ome to me. An' now there 's this. . . . MRS. HOLROYD (shuddering) Oh, don't, mother. (Appealingly to Rigley) You don't know that he 's hurt? ACT III] MRS. HOLROYD 75 EiGLEY (shaking his head) I canna tell you. MRS. HOLROYD (in tt high hysterical voice) Then what is it? RiGLEY (very uneasy) I canna tell you. But yon young electrician — Mr. Blackmore — 'e rung down to the night deputy, an' it seems as though there 's been a fall or summat. . . . GRANDMOTHER Eh, Lizzie, you parted from him in anger. You little knowed how you 'd meet him again. RiGLEY (making an effort) Well, I 'd 'appen best be goin' to see what 's betide. (He goes out) GRANDMOTHER I 'm sure I 've had my share of bad luck, I have. I 'm sure I 've brought up five lads in the pit, through accidents and troubles, and now there 's this. The Lord has treated me very hard, very hard. It 's a blessing, Lizzie, as you 've got a bit of money, else what would 'ave become of the children? MRS. HOLROYD Well, if he 's badly hurt, there '11 be the Union-pay, and sick-pay — we shall manage. And perhaps it 's not very much. GRANDMOTHER There 's no knowin' but what they '11 be carryin' him to die i' th' hospital. MRS. HOLROYD Oh, don't say so, mother — it won't be so bad, you '11 see. GRANDMOTHER How much money have you, Lizzie, comin'? 76 MRS. HOLROYD [act iii MRS. HOLROYD , I don't know — not much over a hundred pounds. GRANDMOTHER {shaking her head) An' what 's that, what 's that ? MRS. HOLROYD {shavply) Hush! GRANDMOTHER (cryiug) Why, what? \_Mrs, Holroyd opens the door. In the silence can he heard the pulsing of the fan engine, then the driving engine chuffs rapidly: there is a skirr of brakes on the rope as it descends, MRS. HOLROYD That 's twice they 've sent the chair down — I wish we could see. . . . Hark! GRANDMOTHER What is it.? MRS. HOLROYD Yes — it 's stopped at the gate. It 's the doctor's. GRANDMOTHER (coming to the door) What, Lizzie? MRS. HOLROYD The doctor's motor, (a^^^ listens acutely) Dare you stop here, mother, while I run up to the top an' see? GRANDMOTHER You 'd better not go, Lizzie, you 'd better not. A woman 's best away. MRS. HOLROYD It is unbearable to wait. GRANDMOTHER Come in an' shut the door — it 's a cold that gets in your bones. {She goes in) ACT III] MRS. HOLROYD 77 MES. HOLROYD Perhaps while he 's in bed we shall have time to change him. It 's an ill wind brings no good. He '11 happen be a better man. GRANDMOTHER Well, you can but try. Many a woman 's thought the same. MRS. HOLROYD Oh, dear, I wish somebody would come. He 's never been hurt since we were married. GRANDMOTHER No, he 's never had a bad accident, all the years he 's been in the pit. He 's been luckier than most. But everybody has it, sooner or later. MRS. HOLROYD (shweriug) It is a horrid night. GRANDMOTHER ( qUeVuloUS ) Yes, come your ways in. MRS. HOLROYD Hark! [There is a quick sound of footsteps, BlacTcmore comes into the light of the doorway. BLACKMORE They 're bringing him. MRS. HOLROYD (quickly putting her hand over her breast) What is it.f* BLACKMORE Y^ou can't tell anything 's the matter with him — it 's not marked him at all. MRS. HOLROYD Oh, what a blessing! And is it much.? BLACKMORE Well — 78 MRS. HOLROYD [act iii MRS. HOLROYD What is it.? BLACKMORE It 's the worst. GRANDMOTHER Who is it.? — What does he say.? [Mrs. Holroyd sinks on the nearest chair with a hor- rified expression, Blackmore pvlls himself together and enters. He is very pale, BLACKMORE I came to tell you they 're bringing him home. GRANDMOTHER And you said it was n't very bad, did you.? BLACKMORE No — I said it was — as bad as it could be. MRS. HOLROYD (^rising and crossing to her mother-in- law, flings her arms round her; in a high voice) Oh, mother, what shall we do.? What shall we do? GRANDMOTHER You don't mean to say he 's dead.? BLACKMORE Yes. GRANDMOTHER (stariUg) God help us, and how was it.? BLACKMORE Some stuff fell. GRANDMOTHER (rocking herself and her daughter-in- law — both weeping) Oh, God have mercy on us ! Oh, God have mercy on us ! Some stuff fell on him. An' he 'd not even time to cry for mercy ; oh, God spare him! Oh, what shall we do for comfort? To be taken straight out of his sins. Oh, Lizzie, to think he should be cut off in his wickedness ! He 's been ACT III] MRS. HOLROYD 79 a bad lad of late, he has, poor lamb. He 's gone very wrong of late years, poor dear lamb, very wrong. Oh, Lizzie, think what 's to become of him now ! If only you 'd have tried to be different with him. MRS. HOLUOYD (moaning) Don't, mother, don't. I can't bear it. BLACKMORE {cold and clear) Where will you have him laid.^ The men will be here in a moment. MRS. HOLROYD {starting up) They can carry him up to bed — BLACKMORE It 's no good taking him upstairs. You '11 have to wash him and lay him out. MRS. HOLROYD {startled) Well — BLACKMORE He 's in his pit-dirt. GRANDMOTHER He is, bless him. We 'd better have him down here, Lizzie, where we can handle him. MRS. HOLROYD Yes. [She begins to put the tea things away, hut drops the sugar out of the basin and the lumps fly broad- cast, BLACKMORE Never mind, I '11 pick those up. You put the chil- dren's clothes away. l^Mrs, Holroyd stares witless around. The Grand- mother sits rocking herself and weeping. Blaclcmore clears the table, putting the pots in the scullery. 80 MRS. HOLROYD [act m He folds the white tablecloth and pulls hack the table. The door opens, Mrs. Holroyd utters a cry. Rig- ley enters. BIGLEY They 're bringing him now, missis. MRS. HOLROYD Oh! RiGLEY (^simply) There must ha' been a fall directly after we left him. MRS. HOLROYD (^frownmg, horrified) No — no ! RIGLEY {to Blacl-more) It fell a' back of him, an' shut 'im in as you might shut a loaf i' th' oven. It never touched him. MRS. HOLROYD (sturing distractedly) Well, then — RIGLEY You see, it come on 'im as close as a trap on a mouse, an' gen him no air, an' what wi' th' gas, it smothered him. An' it wouldna be so very long about it neither. MRS. HOLROYD (quict with horror) Oh! GRANDMOTHER Eh, dear — dear. Eh, dear — dear. RIGLEY (looking hard at her) I wasna to know what 'ud happen. GRANDMOTHER (not heeding him, hut weeping all the time) But the Lord gave him time to repent. He 'd have a few minutes to repent. Ay, I hope he did, I hope he did, else what was to become of him. The Lord cut him off in his sins, but He gave him time to repent. ACT III] MRS. HOLROYD 81 [^Rigley looks away at the wall. Blackmore has made a space in the middle of the floor. BLACKMORE If you '11 take the rocking-chair off the end of the rug, Mrs. Holroyd, I can pull it back a bit from the fire, and we can lay him on that. GEANDMOTHER (petulantly) What 's the good of messing about — (She moves) MRS. HOLROYD It suffocated him? EiGLEY (shaking his head, briefly) Yes. 'Appen th' after-damp — BLACKMORE He 'd be dead in a few minutes. MRS. HOLROYD No — oh, think ! BLACKMORE You must n't think. RiGLEY (suddenly) They commin'! [Mrs. Holroyd stands at bay. The Grandmother half rises, Rigley and Blackmore efface themselves as much as possible. A man backs into the room, bearing the feet of the dead man, which are shod in great pit boots. As the head bearer comes awk- wardly past the table, the coat with which the body is covered slips off, revealing Holroyd in his pit-dirty naked to the waist. MANAGER (a little stout, white-bearded man) Mind now, mind. Ay, missis, what a job, indeed, it is! (Sharply) Where mun they put him.? MRS. HOLROYD (turning her face aside from the corpse) Lay him on the rug. 82 MRS. HOLROYD [act ra MANAGER Steady now, do it steady. SECOND BEARER (rising and pressing back his shoiiL- ders) By Guy, but 'e 'ings heavy. MANAGER Yi, Joe, I '11 back my life o' that. GRANDMOTHER Eh, Mr. Chambers, what 's this affliction on my old age. You kept your sons out o' the pit, but all mine 's in. And to think of the trouble I 've had — to think o' the trouble that 's come out of Brinsley pit to me. MANAGER It has that, it 'as that, missis. You seem to have had more 'n your share ; I '11 admit it, you have. MRS. HOLROYD {who has been staring at the men) It is too much ! \_Blackmore frowns; Rigley glowers at her, MANAGER You never knowed such a thing in your life. Here 's a man, holin' a stint, just finishin' (He puts himself as if in the holer's position, gesticulating freely) An' a lot o' stuff falls behind him, clean as a whistle, shuts him up safe as a worm in a nut and niver touches him — niver knowed such a thing in your life. MRS. HOLROYD Ugh! MANAGER It niver hurt him — niver touched him. MRS. HOLROYD Yes, but — but how long would he be {she makes a sweeping gesture; the Manager looks at her and will ACT III] MRS. HOLROYD 83 not help her out) — how long would it take — oh — to — to kill him? MANAGER Nay, I canna tell ye. 'E didna seem to ha' strived much to get out — did he, Joe ? SECOND BEARER No, not as far as Ah 'n seen. FIRST BEARER You look at 'is 'ands, you '11 see then. 'E 'd non ha'e room to swing the pick. \_The Manager goes on his knees, MRS. HOLROYD (shuddering) Oh, don't! MANAGER Ay, th' nails is broken a bit — MRS. HOLROYD {clencMng her fists) Don't! MANAGER 'E 'd be sure ter ma'e a bit of a fight. But th' gas 'ud soon get hold on 'im. Ay, it 's an awful thing to think of, it is indeed. MRS. HOLROYD (her voice breaking) I can't bear it ! MANAGER Eh, dear, we none on us know what 's comin' next. MRS. HOLROYD (getting hysterical) Oh, it 's too awful, it 's too awful ! BLACKMORE You '11 disturb the children. GRANDMOTHER And you don't want them down here. MANAGER 'E 'd no business to ha' been left, you know. 84 MRS. HOLROYD [act hi EIGLEY An' what man, dost think, wor goin' to sit him down on his hams an' wait for a chap as wouldna say " thank yer " for his cump'ny ? 'E 'd bin ready to fall out wi' a flicker o' the candle, so who dost think wor goin' ter stop when we knowed 'e on'y kep on so's to get shut on us. MANAGER Tha 'rt quite right, Bill, quite right. But theer you are. RIGLEY An' if we 'd stopped, what good would it ha' done — MANAGER No, 'appen not, 'appen not. RIGLEY For, not known — MANAGER I 'm sayin' nowt agen thee, neither one road nor t 'other. ( There is general silence — then, to Mrs. Holroyd) I should think th' inquest '11 be at th' New Inn to-morrow, missis. I '11 let you know. MRS. HOLROYD Will there have to be an inquest.? MANAGER Yes — there '11 have to be an inquest. Shall you want anybody in, to stop with you to-night.'^ MRS. HOLROYD No. MANAGER Well, then, we 'd best be goin'. I '11 send my missis down first thing in the morning. It 's a bad job, a bad job, it is. You '11 be a' right then? ACT III] MRS. HOLROYD 85 MRS. HOLROYD Yes. MANAGER Well, good-night then — good-night all. ALL Good-night. Good-night. [The Manager^ followed by the two hearers, goes out, closing the door, RIGLEY It 's like this, missis. I never should ha' gone, if he had n't wanted us to. , MRS. HOLROYD Yes, I know. RIGLEY 'E wanted to come up by 's sen. MRS. HOLROYD {wear'ily) I know how it was, Mr. Riglej. RIGLEY Yes — BLACKMORE Nobody could foresee. RIGLEY (^shaking his head) No. If there 's owt, missis, as you want — - MRS. HOLROYD Yes — I think there is n't anything. RIGLEY (after a moment) Well — good-night — we 've worked i' the same stall ower four years now — MRS. HOLROYD Yes. EIGLEY Well, good-night, missis. 86 MRS. HOLROYD [act in MRS. HOLROYD AND BLACKMORE Good-night. \_The Grandmother all this time has been rocking her- self to and fro, moaning and murmuring beside the dead man. When Rigley has gone Mrs, Holroyd stands staring distractedly before her. She has not yet looked at her husbcmd, GRANDMOTHER Have you got the things ready, Lizzie.? MBS. HOLROYD What things.'* GRANDMOTHER To lay the child out. MRS. HOLROYD {she shuddevs) No — what.'^ GRANDMOTHER Have n't you put him by a pair o' white stockings, Bor a white shirt.? MRS. HOLROYD He 's got a white cricketing shirt — but not white stockings. GRANDMOTHER Then he '11 have to have his father's. Let me look at the shirt, Lizzie. {Mrs, Holroyd takes one from the dresser drawer) This '11 never do — a cold, can- vas thing wi' a turndown collar. I s'll 'ave to fetch his father's. (Suddenly) You don't want no other woman to touch him, to wash him and lay him out, do you? MRS. HOLROYD (weeping) No. GRANDMOTHER Then I '11 fetch him his father's gear. We must n't ACT III] MRS. HOLROYD 87 let him set, he '11 be that heavy, bless him. {She takes her shawl) I shan't be more than a few minutes, an' the young fellow can stop here till I come back. BLACKMORE Can't I go for you, Mrs. Holroyd? GRANDMOTHER No. You could n't find the things. We '11 wash him as soon as I get back, Lizzie. MRS. HOLROYD All right. [She watches her mother-m-law go out. Then she starts, goes in the scullery for a bowl, in which she pours warm water. She takes a flannel and soap and towel. She stands, afraid to go any farther, BLACKMORE WeU! MRS. HOLROYD This is a judgment on us. BLACKMORE Why? MRS, HOLROYD On me, it is — BLACKMORE How? MRS. HOLROYD It is. [Blackmore shakes his head, MRS. HOLROYD Yesterday you talked of murdering him. BLACKMORE Well! MRS. HOLROYD Now we 've done it. 88 MRS. HOLROYD [act hi BLACKMORE How? MRS. HOLROYD He 'd have come up with the others, if he had n't felt — felt me murdering him. BLACKMORE But we can't help it. MRS. HOLROYD It 's my fault. BLACKMORE Don't be like that ! MRS. HOLROYD {looTiiug ttt him — then indicating her husband) I dare n't see him. BLACKMORE No.? MRS. HOLROYD I 've killed him, that is all. BLACKMORE No, you have n't. MRS. HOLROYD Yes, I have. BLACKMORE We could n't help it. MRS. HOLROYD If he had n't felt, if he had n't known, he would n't have stayed, he 'd have come up with the rest. BLACKMORE Well, and even if it was so, we can't help it now. MRS. HOLROYD But we 've killed him. BLACKMORE Ah, I 'm tired — ACT III] MRS. HOLROYD 89 MRS. HOLROYD Yes. BLACKMORE (after a pause) ShaU I stay? MRS. HOLROYD I — I dare n't be alone with him. BLACKMORE (sitting down) No. MRS. HOLROYD I don't love him. Now he 's dead. I don't love him. He lies like he did yesterday. BLACKMORE I suppose, being dead — I don't know — MRS. HOLROYD I think you 'd better go. BLACKMORE (^Vising) Tell me. MRS. HOLROYD Yes. BLACKMORE You want me to go. MRS. HOLROYD No — but do go. (They look at each other) BLACKMORE I shall come to-morrow (he goes out) [Mrs. Holroyd stands very stiff, as if afraid of the d^ad man>. Then she stoops down and begins to sponge his face, talking to him, MRS. HOLROYD My dear, my dear — oh, my dear ! I can't bear it, my dear — you should n't have done it. You should n't have done it. Oh — I can't bear it, for you. Why couldn't I do anything for jou? The 90 MRS. HOLROYD [act in children's father — my dear — I was n't good to you. But you should n't have done this to me. Oh, dear, oh, dear! Did it hurt you? — oh, my dear, it hurt you — oh, I can't bear it. No, things are n't fair — we went wrong, mj dear. I never loved you enough — I never did. What a shame for you ! It was a shame. But you did n't — you didn't try. I would have loved you — I tried hard. What a shame for you ! It was so cruel for you. You could n't help it — my dear, my dear. You could n't help it. And I can't do anything for you, and it hurt you so! (She weeps bitterly, so her tears fall on the dead man's face; suddenly/ she kisses him) My dear, my dear, what can I do for you, what can I? (She weeps as she wipes his face gently) GRANDMOTHER (enters, puts a bundle on the table, takes off her shawl) You 're not all by yourself.'* MRS. HOLROYD Yes. GRANDMOTHER It 's a wonder you 're not frightened. You Ve not washed his face, MRS. HOLROYD Why should I be afraid of him — now, mother.? GRANDMOTHER (weeping) Ay, poor lamb, I can't think as ever you could have had reason to be frightened of him, Lizzie. MRS. HOLROYD Yes — once — GRANDMOTHER Oh, but he went wrong. An' he was a taking lad, as iver was. (^She cries pitifully) And when I waked his father up and told him, he sat up in bed staring ACT m] MRS. HOLROYD 91 over his whiskers, and said should he come up? But when I 'd managed to find the shirt and things, he was still in bed. You don't know what it is to live with a man that has no feeling. But you 've washed him, Lizzie .'' MRS. HOLROYD I was finishing his head. GRANDMOTHER Let me do it, child. MRS. HOI.ROYD I '11 finish that. GRANDMOTHER Poor lamb — poor dear lamb ! Yet I would n't wish him back, Lizzie. He must ha' died peaceful, Lizzie. He seems to be smiling. He always had such a rare smile on him — not that he 's smiled much of late — MRS. HOLROYD I loved him for that. GRANDMOTHER Ay — my poor child — my poor child. MRS. HOLROYD He looks nice, mother. GRANDMOTHER I hope he made his peace with the Lord. MRS. HOLROYD Yes. GRANDMOTHER If he had n't time to make his peace with the Lord, I 've no hopes of him. Dear o' me, dear o' me. Is there another bit of flannel anywhere.? \_Mrs. Holroyd rises and brings a piece. The Grand- mother begins to wash the breast of the dead man. 92 MRS. HOLROYD [act m GRANDMOTHER Well, I hope you '11 be true to his children at least, Lizzie. (Mrs. Holroyd weeps — the old woman con- tinues her washing) Eh — and he 's fair as a lily. Did you ever see a man with a whiter skin — and flesh as fine as the driven snow. He 's beautiful, he is, the lamb. Many 's the time I 've looked at him, and I 've felt proud of him, I have. And now he lies here. And such arms on 'im ! Look at the vaccination marks, Lizzie. When I took him to be vaccinated, he had a little pink bonnet with a feather. {Weeps) Don't cry, my girl, don't. Sit up an' wash him a' that side, or we s'll never have him done. Oh, Lizzie ! MRS. HOLROYD {sitting up, startled) What — what.? GRANDMOTHER Look at his poor hand! [She holds up the right hand. The nails are bloody, MRS. HOLROYD Oh, no! Oh, no! No! [Both women weep, GRANDMOTHER {after awMle) We maun get on, Lizzie. MRS. HOLROYD {sitting Up) I can't touch his hands. GRANDMOTHER But I 'm his mother — there 's nothing I could n't do for him. MRS. HOLROYD I don't care — I don't care. GRANDMOTHER Prithee, prithee, Lizzie, I don't want thee goin' oif, Lizzie. ACT III] MRS. HOLROYD 93 MRS. HOLROYD (moaning) Oh, what shall I do ! GRANDMOTHER Why, go thee an' get his feet washed. He 's setting stiff, and how shall we get him laid out ? [Mrs. Holroyd, sobbing, goes, kneels at the mmer^s feet, and begins pulling off the great boots, GRANDMOTHER There 's hardly a mark on him. Eh, what a man he is ! I 've had some fine sons, Lizzie, I 've had some big men of sons. MRS. HOLROYD He was always a lot whiter than me. And he used to chaff me. GRANDMOTHER But his poor hands! I used to thank God for my children, but they 're rods o' trouble, Lizzie, they are. Unfasten his belt, child. Me mun get his things off soon, or else we s'll have such a job. [Mrs. Holroyd, having dragged off the boots, rises. She is weeping. CURTAIN UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, LOS ANGELES THE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY This book is DUE on the last date stamped below SEP 4 19*7 0CF14 1^21 :M * »«•* Kpotwnff "4 *pyva flns^iB 1l6ft"fi8t§S! mi^^Sr^, t AM -^ 7>4 -4-9 1966 ^ ntir MRYi Form L-9 2.Tin -2, '43(5203) i\ # iO WW;? J re 13 8 1966 2 : '983 UNIVEKSiTY ot CALIFOKJNIa AT T.OS ANGELES >^ ill nil 3 1158 00030 2009