cocktails for you in the "Golden Crown," did you?
James.
Come on, 'Alliwell. Don't stop there gassing. You'll only disturb the canary-birds. So long, old tart, see you later. Ta-ta, Basil, old man.
Basil.
Good-bye—Jimmie.
[John Halliwell and James go out, Jenny goes up to Basil impulsively.
Jenny.
Kiss me. [He kisses her, smiling.] There! Now I can sit down quietly and talk. How d'you like my brother?
Basil.
Oh—I hardly know him yet. He seems very amiable.
Jenny.
He's not a bad sort when you know him. He's just like my mother.
Basil.
[Raising his brows.] Is he? And—is your father like that too?
Jenny.
Well, you know, Pa hasn't had the education that Jimmie's had. Jimmie was at a boarding-school at Margate.
Basil.
Was he?
Jenny.
You were at a boarding-school, too, weren't you?
Basil.
[Smiling.] Yes, I was at Harrow.
Jenny.
Ah, you don't get the fine air at Harrow that you get at Margate.
Basil.
Shall I put down your cup?
Jenny.
[Placing it on a table.] Oh, thanks, it's all right. Come and sit by me, Basil.
Basil.
[Seating himself on the arm of her chair.] There.
Jenny.
[Taking his hand.] I'm so glad we're alone. I should like to be alone with you all my life. You do love me, don't you, Basil?
Basil.
Yes.
Jenny.
Much?
Basil.
[Smiling.] Yes.
Jenny.
I'm so glad. Oh, I don't know what I should do if you didn't love me. If you hadn't been kind to me I should have thrown myself in the river.
Basil.
What nonsense you talk.
Jenny.
I mean it.
[He passes his hand affectionately over her hair.
Jenny.
Oh, you are so good, Basil. I'm so proud of you. I shall be so proud to be your wife.
Basil.
[Gravely.] Don't think too well of me Jenny.
Jenny.
[With a laugh.] I'm not afraid of that. You're brave and you're clever and you're a professional man, and you're everything.
Basil.
You foolish child.
Jenny.
[Passionately.] I can't tell you how much I love you.
Basil.
I'll try with all my might to be a good husband to you, Jenny.
[She flings her arms round his neck and they kiss one another.
End of the First Act.
THE SECOND ACT
An Interval of One Year Elapses Between Acts I. and II.
The drawing-room in Basil's house at Putney. In the wall facing the auditorium there is a door leading from the passage. On the right two doors lead into bedrooms, and opposite these is a bay window. The same pictures and plates decorate the walls as in the preceding Scene; the writing-table is between the side doors. Jenny's influence is noticeable in the cushions in the wicker-work arm-chairs, in the window curtains and portières of art serge, and in the huge chrysanthemums of the wall paper.
[Jenny is sewing while James Bush is lounging in one of the arm chairs.
James.
Where's his lordship this afternoon?
Jenny.
He's gone out for a walk.
James.
[With a malevolent laugh.] That's what he tells you, my dear.
Jenny.
[Looking up quickly.] Have you seen him anywhere?
James.
No, I can't say I 'ave. And if I 'ad I wouldn't boast about it.
Jenny.
[Insisting.] What did you mean then?
James.
Well, whenever I come here he's out for a walk.... I say, old tart, could you oblige me with a couple of sovereigns till next Saturday?
Jenny.
[Pained to refuse.] Oh no, Jimmie, I can't manage it. Basil made me promise I wouldn't let you have any more.
James.
What! He made you promise that?—Ugh, the mean skinflint.
Jenny.
We've lent you so much, Jimmie. And ma's had a lot, too.
James.
Well, look here, you can manage a sovereign, can't you? You needn't say anything about it.
Jenny.
