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The Pigeon
by John Galsworthy
A Fantasy in Three Acts
BY JOHN GALSWORTHY
PERSONS OF THE PLAY
CHRISTOPHER WELLWYN； an artist
ANN； his daughter
GUINEVERE MEGAN； a flower…seller
RORY MEGAN； her husband
FERRAND； an alien
TIMSON； once a cabman
EDWARD BERTLEY； a Canon
ALFRED CALWAY； a Professor
SIR THOMAS HOXTON； a Justice of the Peace
Also a police constable； three humble…men； and some curious persons
The action passes in Wellwyn's Studio； and the street outside。
ACT I。 Christmas Eve。
ACT II。 New Year's Day。
ACT III。 The First of April。
ACT I
It is the night of Christmas Eve； the SCENE is a Studio； flush
with the street； having a skylight darkened by a fall of snow。
There is no one in the room； the walls of which are whitewashed；
above a floor of bare dark boards。 A fire is cheerfully
burning。 On a model's platform stands an easel and canvas。
There are busts and pictures； a screen； a little stool； two arm。
chairs； and a long old…fashioned settle under the window。 A
door in one wall leads to the house； a door in the opposite wall
to the model's dressing…room； and the street door is in the
centre of the wall between。 On a low table a Russian samovar is
hissing； and beside it on a tray stands a teapot； with glasses；
lemon； sugar； and a decanter of rum。 Through a huge uncurtained
window close to the street door the snowy lamplit street can be
seen； and beyond it the river and a night of stars。
The sound of a latchkey turned in the lock of the street door；
and ANN WELLWYN enters； a girl of seventeen； with hair tied in a
ribbon and covered by a scarf。 Leaving the door open； she turns
up the electric light and goes to the fire。 She throws of her
scarf and long red cloak。 She is dressed in a high evening
frock of some soft white material。 Her movements are quick and
substantial。 Her face； full of no nonsense； is decided and
sincere； with deep…set eyes； and a capable； well…shaped
forehead。 Shredding of her gloves she warms her hands。
In the doorway appear the figures of two men。 The first is
rather short and slight； with a soft short beard； bright soft
eyes； and a crumply face。 Under his squash hat his hair is
rather plentiful and rather grey。 He wears an old brown ulster
and woollen gloves； and is puffing at a hand…made cigarette。 He
is ANN'S father； WELLWYN； the artist。 His companion is a
well…wrapped clergyman of medium height and stoutish build； with
a pleasant； rosy face； rather shining eyes； and rather chubby
clean…shaped lips； in appearance； indeed； a grown…up boy。 He is
the Vicar of the parishCANON BERTLEY。
BERTLEY。 My dear Wellwyn； the whole question of reform is full of
difficulty。 When you have two men like Professor Calway and Sir
Thomas Hoxton taking diametrically opposite points of view； as we've
seen to…night； I confess； I
WELLWYN。 Come in； Vicar； and have some grog。
BERTLEY。 Not to…night； thanks！ Christmas tomorrow！ Great
temptation； though； this room！ Goodnight； Wellwyn； good…night； Ann！
ANN。 ＇Coming from the fire towards the tea…table。＇ Good…night；
Canon Bertley。
＇He goes out； and WELLWYN； shutting the door after him；
approaches the fire。
ANN。 ＇Sitting on the little stool； with her back to the fire； and
making tea。＇ Daddy！
WELLWYN。 My dear？
ANN。 You say you liked Professor Calway's lecture。 Is it going to
do you any good； that's the question？
WELLWYN。 II hope so； Ann。
ANN。 I took you on purpose。 Your charity's getting simply awful。
Those two this morning cleared out all my housekeeping money。
WELLWYN。 Um！ Um！ I quite understand your feeling。
ANN。 They both had your card； so I couldn't refusedidn't know what
you'd said to them。 Why don't you make it a rule never to give your
card to anyone except really decent people； andpicture dealers； of
course。
WELLWYN。 My dear； I haveoften。
ANN。 Then why don't you keep it？ It's a frightful habit。 You are
naughty； Daddy。 One of these days you'll get yourself into most
fearful complications。
WELLWYN。 My dear； when theywhen they look at you？
ANN。 You know the house wants all sorts of things。 Why do you speak
to them at all？
WELLWYN。 I don'tthey speak to me。
＇He takes of his ulster and hangs it over the back of an
arm…chair。
ANN。 They see you coming。 Anybody can see you coming； Daddy。
That's why you ought to be so careful。 I shall make you wear a hard
hat。 Those squashy hats of yours are hopelessly inefficient。
WELLWYN。 ＇Gazing at his hat。＇ Calway wears one。
ANN。 As if anyone would beg of Professor Calway。
WELLWYN。 Well…perhaps not。 You know； Ann； I admire that fellow。
Wonderful power of…of…theory！ How a man can be so absolutely tidy in
his mind！ It's most exciting。
ANN。 Has any one begged of you to…day？
WELLWYN。 ＇Doubtfully。＇ Nono。
ANN。 ＇After a long； severe look。＇ Will you have rum in your tea？
WELLWYN。 ＇Crestfallen。＇ Yes； my deara good deal。
ANN。 ＇Pouring out the rum； and handing him the glass。＇ Well； who
was it？
WELLWYN。 He didn't beg of me。 ＇Losing himself in recollection。＇
Interesting old creature； Annreal type。 Old cabman。
ANN。 Where？
WELLWYN。 Just on the Embankment。
ANN。 Of course！ Daddy； you know the Embankment ones are always
rotters。
WELLWYN。 Yes； my dear； but this wasn't。
ANN。 Did you give him your card？
WELLWYN。 IIdon't
ANN。 Did you； Daddy？
WELLWYN。 I'm rather afraid I may have！
ANN。 May have！ It's simply immoral。
WELLWYN。 Well； the old fellow was so awfully human； Ann。 Besides； I
didn't give him any moneyhadn't got any。
ANN。 Look here； Daddy！ Did you ever ask anybody for anything？ You
know you never did； you'd starve first。 So would anybody decent。
Then； why won't you see that people who beg are rotters？
WELLWYN。 But； my dear； we're not all the same。 They wouldn't do it
if it wasn't natural to them。 One likes to be friendly。 What's the
use of being alive if one isn't？
ANN。 Daddy； you're hopeless。
WELLWYN。 But； look here； Ann； the whole thing's so jolly
complicated。 According to Calway； we're to give the State all we can
spare； to make the undeserving deserving。 He's a Professor； he ought
to know。 But old Hoxton's always dinning it into me that we ought to
support private organisations for helping the deserving； and damn the
undeserving。 Well； that's just the opposite。 And he's a J。P。
Tremendous experience。 And the Vicar seems to be for a little bit of
both。 Well； what the devil？ My trouble is； whichever I'm with；
he always converts me。 ＇Ruefully。＇ And there's no fun in any of
them。
ANN。 ＇Rising。＇ Oh！ Daddy； you are sodon't you know that you're
the despair of all social reformers？ ＇She envelops him。＇ There's a
tear in the left knee of your trousers。 You're not to wear them
again。
WELLWYN。 Am I likely to？
ANN。 I shouldn't be a bit surprised if it isn't your only pair。
D'you know what I live in terror of？