SCENE I
HILLCRIST'S study next morning.
JILL coming from Left, looks in at the open French window.
JILL.[Speaking to ROLF, invisible] Come in here.There's no one.
[She goes in.ROLF joins her, coming from the garden.]
ROLF.Jill, I just wanted to say--Need we?
[JILL.nodes.]
Seeing you yesterday--it did seem rotten.
JILL.We didn't begin it.
ROLF.No; but you don't understand.If you'd made yourself, as father has----JILL.I hope I should be sorry.
ROLF.[Reproachfully] That isn't like you.Really he can't help thinking he's a public benefactor.
JILL.And we can't help thinking he's a pig.Sorry!
ROLF.If the survival of the fittest is right----JILL.He may be fitter, but he's not going to survive.
ROLF.[Distracted] It looks like it, though.
JILL.Is that all you came to say?
ROLF.Suppose we joined, couldn't we stop it?
JILL.I don't feel like joining.
ROLF.We did shake hands.
JILL.One can't fight and not grow bitter.
ROLF.I don't feel bitter.
JILL.Wait; you'll feel it soon enough.
ROLF.Why? [Attentively] About Chloe? I do think your mother's manner to her is----JILL.Well?
ROLF.Snobbish.[JILL laughs.]
She may not be your class; and that's just why it's snobbish.
JILL.I think you'd better shut up.
ROLF.What my father said was true; your mother's rudeness to her that day she came here, has made both him and Charlie ever so much more bitter.
[JILL whistles the Habanera from "Carmen."]
[Staring at her, rather angrily]
Is it a whistling matter?
JILL.No.
ROLF.I suppose you want me to go?
JILL.Yes.
ROLF.All right.Aren't we ever going to be friends again?
JILL.[Looking steadily at him] I don't expect so.
ROLF.That's very-horrible.
JILL.Lots of horrible things in the world.
ROLF.It's our business to make them fewer, Jill.
JILL.[Fiercely] Don't be moral.
ROLF.[Hurt] That's the last thing I want to be.--I only want to be friendly.
JILL.Better be real first.
ROLF.From the big point of view----
JILL.There isn't any.We're all out, for our own.And why not?
ROLF.By jove, you have got----
JILL.Cynical? Your father's motto--"Every man for himself."That's the winner--hands down.Goodbye!
ROLF.Jill! Jill!
JILL.[Putting her hands behind her back, hums]--"If auld acquaintance be forgot And days of auld lang syne"----ROLF.Don't!
[With a pained gesture he goes out towards Left, through the French window.]
[JILL, who has broken off the song, stands with her hands clenched and her lips quivering.]
[FELLOWS enters Left.]
FELLOWS.Mr.Dawker, Miss, and two gentlemen.
JILL.Let the three gentlemen in, and me out.
[She passes him and goes out Left.And immediately.DAWKERand the two STRANGERS come in.]
FELLOWS.I'll inform Mrs.Hillcrist, sir.The Squire is on his rounds.[He goes out Left.]
[The THREE MEN gather in a discreet knot at the big bureau, having glanced at the two doors and the open French window.]
DAWKER.Now this may come into Court, you know.If there's a screw loose anywhere, better mention it.[To SECOND STRANGE] You knew her personally?
SECOND S.What do you think? I don't, take girls on trust for that sort of job.She came to us highly recommended, too; and did her work very well.It was a double stunt--to make sure--wasn't it, George?
FIRST S.Yes; we paid her for the two visits.
SECOND S.I should know her in a minute; striking looking girl; had something in her face.Daresay she'd seen hard times.
FIRST S.We don't want publicity.
DAWKER.Not Likely.The threat'll do it; but the stakes are heavy --and the man's a slugger; we must be able to push it home.If you can both swear to her, it'll do the trick.
SECOND S.And about--I mean, we're losing time, you know, coming down here.
DAWKER.[With a nod at FIRST STRANGER] George here knows me.
That'll be all right.I'll guarantee it well worth your while.
SECOND S.I don't want to do the girl harm, if she's married.
DAWKER.No, no; nobody wants to hurt her.We just want a cinch on this fellow till he squeals.
[They separate a little as MRS.HILLCRIST enters from Right.]
DAWKER.Good morning, ma'am.My friend's partner.Hornblower coming?
MRS.H.At eleven.I had to send up a second note, Dawker.
DAWKER.Squire not in?
MRS.H.I haven't told him.
DAWKER.[Nodding] Our friends might go in here [Pointing Right]
and we can use 'em as the want 'em.
MRS.H.[To the STRANGERS] Will you make yourselves comfortable?
[She holds the door open, and they pass her into the room, Right.]
DAWKER.[Showing document] I've had this drawn and engrossed.
Pretty sharp work.Conveys the Centry, and Longmeadow; to the Squire at four thousand five hundred: Now, ma'am, suppose Hornblower puts his hand to that, hell have been done in the eye, and six thousand all told out o' pocket.--You'll have a very nasty neighbour here.
MRS.H.But we shall still have the power to disclose that secret at any time.
DAWKER.Yeh! But things might happen here you could never bring home to him.You can't trust a man like that.He isn't goin' to forgive me, I know.
MRS.H.[Regarding him keenly] But if he signs, we couldn't honourably----DAWKER.No, ma'am, you couldn't; and I'm sure I don't want to do that girl a hurt.I just mention it because, of course, you can't guarantee that it doesn't get out.
MRS.H.Not absolutely, I suppose.
[A look passes between them, which neither of them has quite sanctioned.]
[There's his car.It always seems to make more noise than any other.]
DAWKER.He'll kick and flounder--but you leave him to ask what you want, ma'am; don't mention this [He puts the deed back into his pocket].The Centry's no mortal good to him if he's not going to put up works; I should say he'd be glad to save what he can.
[MRS.HILLCRIST inclines her head.FELLOWS enters Left.]
FELLOWS.[Apologetically] Mr.Hornblower, ma'am; by appointment, he says.
MRS.H.Quite right, Fellows.
[HORNBLOWER comes in, and FELLOWS goes out.]
HORNBLOWER.[Without salutation] I've come to ask ye point bleak what ye mean by writing me these letters.[He takes out two letters.And we'll discus it in the presence of nobody, if ye, please.
