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feel such a fool。
DOT。 ＇With her bandbox…gloomily＇ You'll feel more of a fool when you
have begun。 ＇To BILL； who is staring into the workroom＇ Shut the
door。 Now。 ＇BILL shuts the door。＇
LATTER。 ＇Advancing＇ Look here！ I want to clear up a point of
psychology before we start。
DOT。 Good Lord！
LATTER。 When I bring in the milkought I to bring it in seriously
as if I were accustomedI mean； I maintain that if I'm
JOAN。 Oh！ John； but I don't think it's meant that you should
DOT。 Shut up！ Go back； John！ Blow the milk！ Begin； begin； begin！
Bill！
LATTER。 ＇Turning round and again advancing＇ But I think you
underrate the importance of my entrance altogether。
MABEL。 Oh！ no； Mr。 Latter！
LATTER。 I don't in the least want to destroy the balance of the
scene； but I do want to be clear about the spirit。 What is the
spirit？
DOT。 ＇With gloom＇ Rollicking！
LATTER。 Well； I don't think so。 We shall run a great risk； with
this play； if we rollick。
DOT。 Shall we？ Now look here！
MABEL。 ＇Softly to BILL＇ Mr。 Cheshire！
BILL。 ＇Desperately＇ Let's get on！
DOT。 ＇Waving LATTER back＇ Begin； begin！ At last！
＇But JACKSON has came in。＇
JACKSON。 ＇To CHRISTINE＇ Studdenham says； Mm； if the young ladies
want to see the spaniel pups； he's brought 'em round。
JOAN。 ＇Starting up＇ Oh！ come 'on； John！
＇She ；flies towards the door； followed by LATTER。＇
DOT。 ＇Gesticulating with her book＇ Stop！ You
＇CHRISTINE and HAROLD also rush past。＇
DOT。 ＇Despairingly＇ First pick！ ＇Tearing her hair＇ Pigs！ Devils！
＇She rushes after them。 BILL and MABEL are left alone。＇
MABEL。 ＇Mockingly＇ And don't you want one of the spaniel pups？
BILL。 ＇Painfully reserved and sullen； and conscious of the workroom
door＇ Can't keep a dog in town。 You can have one； if you like。 The
breeding's all right。
MABEL。 Sixth Pick？
BILL。 The girls'll give you one of theirs。 They only fancy they
want 'em。
Mann。 ＇Moving nearer to him； with her hands clasped behind her＇ You
know； you remind me awfully of your father。 Except that you're not
nearly so polite。 I don't understand you English…lords of the soil。
The way you have of disposing of your females。 ＇With a sudden change
of voice＇ What was the matter with you last night？ ＇Softly＇ Won't
you tell me？
BILL。 Nothing to tell。
MABEL。 Ah！ no； Mr。 Bill。
BILL。 ＇Almost succumbing to her voicethen sullenly＇ Worried； I
suppose。
MABEL。 ＇Returning to her mocking＇ Quite got over it？
BILL。 Don't chaff me； please。
MABEL。 You really are rather formidable。
BILL。 Thanks。
MABEL； But； you know； I love to cross a field where there's a bull。
BILL。 Really！ Very interesting。
MABEL。 The way of their only seeing one thing at a time。 ＇She moves
back as he advances＇ And overturning people on the journey。
BILL。 Hadn't you better be a little careful？
MABEL。 And never to see the hedge until they're stuck in it。 And
then straight from that hedge into the opposite one。
BILL。 ＇Savagely＇ What makes you bait me this morning of all
mornings？
MABEL。 The beautiful morning！ ＇Suddenly＇ It must be dull for poor
Freda working in there with all this fun going on？
BILL。 ＇Glancing at the door＇ Fun you call it？
MABEL； To go back to you；nowMr。 Cheshire。
BILL。 No。
MABEL； You always make me feel so Irish。 Is it because you're so
English； d'you think？ Ah！ I can see him moving his ears。 Now he's
pawing the groundHe's started！
BILL。 Miss Lanfarne！
MABEL。 ＇Still backing away from him； and drawing him on with her
eyes and smile＇ You can't help coming after me！ ＇Then with a sudden
change to a sort of sierra gravity＇ Can you？ You'll feel that when
I've gone。
They stand quite still； looking into each other's eyes and
FREDA； who has opened the door of the workroom stares at them。
MABEL。 ＇Seeing her＇ Here's the stile。 Adieu； Monsieur le taureau！
She puts her hand behind her； opens the door； and slips through；
leaving BILL to turn； following the direction of her eyes； and
see FREDA with the cloak still in her hand。
BILL。 ＇Slowly walking towards her＇ I haven't slept all night。
FREDA。 No？
BILL。 Have you been thinking it over？
＇FREDA gives a bitter little laugh。＇
BILL。 Don't！ We must make a plan。 I'll get you away。 I won't let
you suffer。 I swear I won't。
FREDA。 That will be clever。
BILL。 I wish to Heaven my affairs weren't in such a mess。
FREDA。 I shall beallright； thank you。
BILL。 You must think me a blackguard。 ＇She shakes her head＇ Abuse
mesay something！ Don't look like that！
FREDA。 Were you ever really fond of me？
BILL。 Of course I was； I am now。 Give me your hands。
She looks at him； then drags her hands from his； and covers her
face。
BILL。 ＇Clenching his fists＇ Look here！ I'll prove it。 ＇Then as
she suddenly flings her arms round his neck and clings to him＇
There； there！
There is a click of a door handle。 They start away from each
other； and see LADY CHESHIRE regarding them。
LADY CHESHIRE。 ＇Without irony＇ I beg your pardon。
She makes as if to withdraw from an unwarranted intrusion； but
suddenly turning； stands； with lips pressed together； waiting。
LADY CHESHIRE。 Yes？
FREDA has muffled her face。 But BILL turns and confronts his
mother。
BILL。 Don't say anything against her！
LADY CHESHIRE。 ＇Tries to speak to him and failsthen to FREDA＇
Please…go！
BILL。 ＇Taking FREDA's arm＇ No。
LADY CHESHIRE； after a moment's hesitation； herself moves
towards the door。
BILL。 Stop； mother！
LADY CHESHIRE。 I think perhaps not。
BILL。 ＇Looking at FREDA； who is cowering as though from a blow＇ It's
a d…d shame！
LADY CHESHIRE。 It is。
BILL。 ＇With sudden resolution＇ It's not as you think。 I'm engaged
to be married to her。
＇FREDA gives him a wild stare； and turns away。＇
LADY CHESHIRE。 ＇Looking from one to the other＇ I don't think
Iquiteunderstand。
BILL。 ＇With the brutality of his mortification＇ What I said was
plain enough。
LADY CHESHIRE。 Bill！
BILL。 I tell you I am going to marry her。
LADY CHESHIRE。 ＇To FREDA＇ Is that true？
＇FREDA gulps and remains silent。
BILL。 If you want to say anything； say it to me； mother。
LADY CHESHIRE。 ＇Gripping the edge of a little table＇ Give me a
chair； please。 ＇BILL gives her a chair。＇
LADY CHESHIRE。 ＇To FREDA＇ Please sit down too。
FREDA sits on the piano stool； still turning her face away。
LADY CHESHIRE。 ＇Fixing her eyes on FREDA＇ Now！
BILL。 I fell in love with her。 And she with me。
LADY CHESHIRE。 When？
BILL。 In the summer