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feel！
KEITH。 She's got to face the music like the rest of us。
DOT。 Music！ Squeaks！ Ugh！ The whole thing's like a concertina；
and some one jigging it！
They all turn as the door opens； and a FOOTMAN enters with a
tray of whiskey； gin； lemons； and soda water。 In dead silence
the FOOTMAN puts the tray down。
HAROLD。 ＇Forcing his voice＇ Did you get a run； Ronny？ ＇As KEITH
nods＇ What point？
KEITH。 Eight mile。
FOOTMAN。 Will you take tea； sir？
KEITH。 No； thanks； Charles！
In dead silence again the FOOTMAN goes out； and they all look
after him。
HAROLD。 ＇Below his breath Good Gad！ That's a squeeze of it！
KEITH。 What's our line of country to be？
CHRISTINE。 All depends on father。
KEITH。 Sir William's between the devil and the deep sea； as it
strikes me。
CHRISTINE。 He'll simply forbid it utterly； of course。
KEITH。 H'm！ Hard case！ Man who reads family prayers； and lessons
on Sunday forbids son to
CHRISTINE； Ronny！
KEITH。 Great Scott！ I'm not saying Bill ought to marry her。 She's
got to stand the racket。 But your Dad will have a tough job to take
up that position。
DOT。 Awfully funny！
CHRISTINE。 What on earth d'you mean； Dot？
DOT。 Morality in one eye； and your title in the other！
CHRISTINE。 Rubbish！
HAROLD。 You're all reckoning without your Bill。
KEITH。 Ye…es。 Sir William can cut him off； no mortal power can help
the title going down； if Bill chooses to be such a
＇He draws in his breath with a sharp hiss。＇
HAROLD。 I won't take what Bill ought to have； nor would any of you
girls； I should think。
CHRISTINE and DOT。 Of course not！
KEITH。 ＇Patting his wife's arm＇ Hardly the point； is it？
DOT。 If it wasn't for mother！ Freda's just as much of a lady as
most girls。 Why shouldn't he marry her； and go to Canada？ It's what
he's really fit for。
HAROLD。 Steady on； Dot！
DOT。 Well； imagine him in Parliament！ That's what he'll come to； if
he stays herejolly for the country！
CHRISTINE。 Don't be cynical！ We must find a way of stopping Bill。
DOT。 Me cynical！
CHRISTINE。 Let's go and beg him； Ronny！
KEITH。 No earthly！ The only hope is in the girl。
DOT。 She hasn't the stuff in her！
HAROLD。 I say！ What price young Dunning！ Right about face！ Poor
old Dad！
CHRISTINE。 It's past joking； Harold！
DOT。 ＇Gloomily＇ Old Studdenham's better than most relations by
marriage！
KEITH。 Thanks！
CHRISTINE。 It's ridiculousmonstrous！ It's fantastic！
HAROLD。 ＇Holding up his hand＇ There's his horse going round。 He's
in！
They turn from listening to the sound； to see LADY CHESHIRE
coming from the billiard…room。 She is very pale。 They all rise
and DOT puts an arm round her； while KEITH pushes forward his
chair。 JOAN and LATTER too have come stealing back。
LADY CHESHIRE。 Thank you； Ronny！
＇She sits down。
DOT。 Mother； you're shivering！ Shall I get you a fur？
LADY CHESHIRE。 No； thanks； dear！
DOT。 ＇In a low voice＇ Play up； mother darling！
LADY CHESHIRE。 ＇Straightening herself＇ What sort of a run； Ronny？
KEITH。 Quite fair； M'm。 Brazier's to Caffyn's Dyke； good straight
line。
LADY CHESHIRE。 And the young horse？
KEITH。 Carries his ears in your mouth a bit； that's all。 ＇Putting
his hand on her shoulder＇ Cheer up； Mem…Sahib！
CHRISTINE。 Mother； must anything be said to father？ Ronny thinks it
all depends on her。 Can't you use your influence？ ＇LADY CHESHIRE
shakes her head。＇
CHRISTINE。 But； mother； it's desperate。
DOT。 Shut up； Chris！ Of course mother can't。 We simply couldn't
beg her to let us off！
CHRISTINE。 There must be some way。 What do you think in your heart；
mother？
DOT。 Leave mother alone！
CHRISTINE。 It must be faced； now or never。
DOT。 ＇In a low voice＇ Haven't you any self…respect？
CHRISTINE。 We shall be the laughing…stock of the whole county。 Oh！
mother do speak to her！ You know it'll be misery for both of them。
＇LADY CHESHIRE bows her head＇ Well； then？ ＇LADY CHESHIRE shakes her
head。＇
CHRISTINE。 Not even for Bill's sake？
DOT。 Chris！
CHRISTINE。 Well； for heaven's sake； speak to Bill again； mother！ We
ought all to go on our knees to him。
LADY CHESHIRE。 He's with your father now。
HAROLD。 Poor old Bill！
CHRISTINE。 ＇Passionately＇ He didn't think of us！ That wretched
girl！
LADY CHESHIRE。 Chris！
CHRISTINE。 There are limits！
LADY CHESHIRE。 Not to self…control。
CHRISTINE。 No； mother！ I can't I never shallSomething must be
done！ You know what Bill is。 He rushes at things so； when he gets
his head down。 Oh！ do try！ It's only fair to her； and all of us！
LADY CHESHIRE。 ＇Painfully＇ There are things one can't do。
CHRISTINE。 But it's Bill！ I know you can make her give him up； if
you'll only say all you can。 And； after all； what's coming won't
affect her as if she'd been a lady。 Only you can do it； mother： Do
back me up； all of you！ It's the only way！
Hypnotised by their private longing for what CHRISTINE has been
urging they have all fixed their eyes on LADY CHESHIRE； who
looks from； face to face； and moves her hands as if in physical
pain。
CHRISTINE。 ＇Softly＇ Mother！
LADY CHESHIRE suddenly rises； looking towards the billiard…room
door； listening。 They all follow her eyes。 She sits down
again； passing her hand over her lips； as SIR WILLIAM enters。
His hunting clothes are splashed； his face very grim and set。
He walks to the fore without a glance at any one； and stands
looking down into it。 Very quietly； every one but LADY CHESHIRE
steals away。
LADY CHESHIRE。 What have you done？
SIR WILLIAM。 You there！
LADY CHESHIRE。 Don't keep me in suspense！
SIR WILLIAM。 The fool！ My God！ Dorothy！ I didn't think I had a
blackguard for a son； who was a fool into the bargain。
LADY CHESHIRE。 ＇Rising＇ If he were a blackguard he would not be
what you call a fool。
SIR WILLIAM。 ＇After staring angrily； makes her a slight bow＇ Very
well！
LADY CHESHIRE。 ＇In a low voice＇ Bill； don't be harsh。 It's all too
terrible。
SIR WILLIAM。 Sit down； my dear。
＇She resumes her seat； and he turns back to the fire。＇
SIR WILLIAM。 In all my life I've never been face to face with a
thing like this。 ＇Gripping the mantelpiece so hard that his hands
and arms are seen shaking＇ You ask me to be calm。 I am trying to be。
Be good enough in turn not to take his part against me。
LADY CHESHIRE。 Bill！
SIR WILLIAM。 I am trying to think。 I understand that you've known
thispiece of news since this morning。 I've known it ten minutes。
Give me a little time； please。 ＇Then； after a silence