Complete Works of James Joyce (303 page)
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CHARACTE
RS
RICHARD ROWAN, a writer.
BERTHA.
ARCHIE, their son, aged eight years.
ROBERT HAND, journalist.
BEATRICE JUSTICE, his cousin, music teacher.
BRIGID, an old servant of the Rowan family.
A FISHWOMAN.
At Merrion and Ranelagh, suburbs of Dublin.
Summer of the year 1912.
Zurich, 1938
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(The drawingroom in Richard Rowan’s house at Merrion, a suburb of Dublin. On the right, forward, a fireplace, before which stands a low screen. Over the mantelpiece a giltframed glass. Further back in the right wall, folding doors leading to the parlour and kitchen. In the wall at the back to the right a small door leading to a study. Left of this a sideboard. On the wall above the sideboard a framed crayon drawing of a young man. More to the left double doors with glass panels leading out to the garden. In the wall at the left a window looking out on the road. Forward in the same wall a door leading to the hall and the upper part of the house. Between the window and door a lady’s davenport stands against the wall. Near it a wicker chair. In the centre of the room a round table. Chairs, upholstered in faded green plush, stand round the table. To the right, forward, a smaller table with a smoking service on it. Near it an easychair and a lounge. Cocoanut mats lie before the fireplace, beside the lounge and before the doors. The floor is of stained planking. The double doors at the back and the folding doors at the right have lace curtains, which are drawn halfway. The lower sash of the window is lifted and the window is hung with heavy green plush curtains. The blind is pulled down to the edge of the lifted lower sash. It is a warm afternoon in June and the room is filled with soft sunlight which is waning.)
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(Brigid and Beatrice Justice come in by the door on the left. Brigid is an elderly woman, lowsized, with irongrey hair. Beatrice Justice is a slender dark young woman of 27 years. She wears a wellmade navyblue costume and an elegant simply trimmed black straw hat, and carries a small portfolioshaped handbag.)
BRIGID
The mistress and Master Archie is at the bath. They never expected you. Did you send word you were back, Miss Justice?
BEATRICE
No. I arrived just now.
BRIGID
(Points to the easychair.)
Sit down and I’ll tell the master you are here. Were you long in the train?
BEATRICE
(Sitting down.)
Since morning.
BRIGID
Master Archie got your postcard with the views of Youghal. You’re tired out, I’m sure.
BEATRICE
O, no.
(She coughs rather nervously.)
Did he practise the piano while I was away?
BRIGID
(Laughs heartily.)
Practice, how are you! Is it Master Archie? He is mad after the milkman’s horse now. Had you nice weather down there, Miss Justice?
BEATRICE
Rather wet, I think.
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BRIGID
(Sympathetically.)
Look at that now. And there is rain overhead too.
(Moving towards the study.)
I’ll tell him you are here.
BEATRICE
Is Mr Rowan in?
BRIGID
(Points.)
He is in his study. He is wearing himself out about something he is writing. Up half the night he does be.
(Going.)
I’ll call him.
BEATRICE
Don’t disturb him, Brigid. I can wait here till they come back if they are not long.
BRIGID
And I saw something in the letterbox when I was letting you in.
(She crosses to the study door, opens it slightly and calls.)
Master Richard, Miss Justice is here for Master Archie’s lesson.
(Richard Rowan comes in from the study and advances towards Beatrice, holding out his hand. He is a tall athletic young man of a rather lazy carriage. He has light brown hair and a moustache and wears glasses. He is dressed in loose lightgrey tweed.)
RICHARD
Welcome.
BEATRICE
(Rises and shakes hands, blushing slightly.)
Good afternoon, Mr Rowan. I did not want Brigid to disturb you.
RICHARD
Disturb me? My goodness!
BRIGID
There is something in the letterbox, sir.
RICHARD
(Takes a small bunch of keys from his pocket and hands them to her.)
Here.
(Brigid goes out by the door at the left and is heard opening and closing the box. A short pause. She enters with two newspapers in her hands.)
RICHARD
Letters?
BRIGID
No, sir. Only them Italian newspapers.
RICHARD
Leave them on my desk, will you?
(Brigid hands him back the keys, leaves the newspapers in the study, comes out again and goes out by the folding doors on the right.)
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RICHARD
Please, sit down. Bertha will be back in a moment.
(Beatrice sits down again in the easychair. Richard sits beside the table.)
RICHARD
I had begun to think you would never come back. It is twelve days since you were here.
BEATRICE
I thought of that too. But I have come.
RICHARD
Have you thought over what I told you when you were here last?
BEATRICE
Very much.
RICHARD
You must have known it before. Did you?
(She does not answer.)
Do you blame me?
BEATRICE
No.
RICHARD
Do you think I have acted towards you — badly? No? Or towards anyone?
BEATRICE
(Looks at him with a sad puzzled expression.)
I have asked myself that question.
RICHARD
And the answer?
BEATRICE
I could not answer it.
RICHARD
If I were a painter and told you I had a book of sketches of you you would not think it so strange, would you?
BEATRICE
It is not quite the same case, is it?
RICHARD
(Smiles slightly.)
Not quite. I told you also that I would not show you what I had written unless you asked to see it. Well?
BEATRICE
I will not ask you.
RICHARD
(Leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his hands joined.)
Would you like to see it?
BEATRICE
Very much.
RICHARD
Because it is about yourself?
BEATRICE
Yes. But not only that.
RICHARD
Because it is written by me? Yes? Even if what you would find there is sometimes cruel?
BEATRICE
(Shyly.)
That is part of your mind, too.
533
RICHARD
Then it is my mind that attracts you? Is that it?
BEATRICE
(Hesitating, glances at him for an instant.)
Why do you think I come here?
RICHARD
Why? Many reasons. To give Archie lessons. We have known one another so many years, from childhood, Robert, you and I — haven’t we? You have always been interested in me, before I went away and while I was away. Then our letters to each other about my book. Now it is published. I am here again. Perhaps you feel that some new thing is gathering in my brain; perhaps you feel that you should know it. Is that the reason?
BEATRICE
No.
RICHARD
Why, then?
BEATRICE
Otherwise I could not see you.
(She looks at him for a moment and then turns aside quickly.)
RICHARD
(After a pause repeats uncertainly.)
Otherwise you could not see me?
BEATRICE
(Suddenly confused.)
I had better go. They are not coming back.
(Rising.)
Mr Rowan, I must go.
RICHARD
(Extending his arms.)
But you are running away. Remain. Tell me what your words mean. Are you afraid of me?
BEATRICE
(Sinks back again.)
Afraid? No.
RICHARD
Have you confidence in me? Do you feel that you know me?
BEATRICE
(Again shyly.)
It is hard to know anyone but oneself.
RICHARD
Hard to know me? I sent you from Rome the chapters of my book as I wrote them; and letters for nine long years. Well, eight years.
BEATRICE
Yes, it was nearly a year before your first letter came.
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RICHARD
It was answered at once by you. And from that on you have watched me in my struggle.
(Joins his hands earnestly.)
Tell me, Miss Justice, did you feel that what you read was written for your eyes? Or that you inspired me?
BEATRICE
(Shakes her head.)
I need not answer that question.
RICHARD
What then?
BEATRICE
(Is silent for a moment.)
I cannot say it. You yourself must ask me, Mr Rowan.
RICHARD
(With some vehemence.)
Then that I expressed in those chapters and letters, and in my character and life as well, something in your soul which you could not — pride or scorn?
BEATRICE
Could not?
RICHARD
(Leans towards her.)
Could not because you dared not. Is that why?
BEATRICE
(Bends her head.)
Yes.
RICHARD
On account of others or for want of courage — which?
BEATRICE
(Softly.)
Courage.
RICHARD
(Slowly.)
And so you have followed me with pride and scorn also in your heart?
BEATRICE
And loneliness.
(She leans her head on her hand, averting her face. Richard rises and walks slowly to the window on the left. He looks out for some moments and then returns towards her, crosses to the lounge and sits down near her.)
RICHARD
Do you love him still?
BEATRICE
I do not even know.
RICHARD
It was that that made me so reserved with you — then — even though I felt your interest in me, even though I felt that I too was something in your life.
BEATRICE
