Pygmalion and Three Other Plays (Barnes & Noble Classics Series) (48 page)

L0UIS
[blissfully]
Thats happiness. To be in a studio! Happiness!

MRS DUBEDAT Yes, dear. Sir Patrick says you may stay here as long as you like.

LOUIS Jennifer.

MRS DUBEDAT Yes, my darling.

LOUIS Is the newspaper man here?

THE NEWSPAPER MAN
[glibly]
Yes, Mr Dubedat: I’m here, at your service. I represent the press. I thought you might like to let us have a few words about—about—er—well, a few words on your illness, and your plans for the season.

LOUIS My plans for the season are very simple. I’m going to die.

MRS DUBEDAT
[tortured]
Louis—dearest—

LOUIS My darling: I’m very weak and tired. Dont put on me the horrible strain of pretending that I dont know. Ive been lying there listening to the doctors—laughing to myself. They know. Dearest: dont cry. It makes you ugly; and I cant bear that.
[She dries her eyes and recovers herself with a proud effort].
I want you to promise me something.

MRS DUBEDAT Yes, yes: you know I will.
[Imploringly]
Only, my love, my love, dont talk: it will waste your strength.

LOUIS No: it will only use it up. Ridgeon: give me something to keep me going for a few minutes—not one of your confounded anti-toxins, if you dont mind. I have some things to say before I go.

RIDGEON
[looking at SIR PATRICK]
I suppose it can do no harm?
[He pours out some spirit, and is about to add soda water when SIR PATRICK corrects him].

SIR PATRICK In milk. Dont set him coughing.

LOUIS
[after drinking]
Jennifer.

MRS DUBEDAT Yes, dear.

LOUIS If theres one thing I hate more than another, it’s a widow. Promise me that youll never be a widow.

MRS DUBEDAT My dear, what do you mean?

LOUIS I want you to look beautiful. I want people to see in your eyes that you were married to me. The people in Italy used to point at Dante and say “There goes the man who has been in hell.” I want them to point at you and say “There goes a woman who has been in heaven.” It h a s been heaven, darling, hasnt it—sometimes?

MRS DUBEDAT Oh yes, yes. Always, always.

LOUIS If you wear black and cry, people will say “Look at that miserable woman: her husband made her miserable.”

MRS DUBEDAT No, never. You are the light and the blessing of my life. I never lived until I knew you.

LOUIS
[his eyes glistening]
Then you must always wear beautiful dresses and splendid magic jewels. Think of all the wonderful pictures I shall never paint.
[She wins a terrible victory over a sob].
Well, you must be transfigured with all the beauty of those pictures. Men must get such dreams from seeing you as they never could get from any daubing with paints and brushes. Painters must paint you as they never painted any mortal woman before. There must be a great tradition of beauty, a great atmosphere of wonder and romance. That is what men must always think of when they think of me. That is the sort of immortality I want. You can make that for me, Jennifer. There are lots of things you dont understand that every woman in the street understands; but you can understand that and do it as nobody else can. Promise me that immortality. Promise me you will not make a little hell of crape and crying and undertaker’s horrors and withering flowers and all that vulgar rubbish.

MRS DUBEDAT I promise. But all that is far off, dear. You are to come to Cornwall with me and get well. Sir Ralph says so.

LOUIS Poor old B. B.

B. B.
[affected to tears, turns away and whispers to SIR PATRICK]
Poor fellow! Brain going.

LOUIS Sir Patrick’s there, isnt he?

SIR PATRICK Yes, yes. I’m here.

LOUIS Sit down, wont you? It’s a shame to keep you standing about.

SIR PATRICK Yes, yes. Thank you. All right.

LOUIS Jennifer.

MRS DUBEDAT Yes, dear.

LOUIS
[with a strange look of delight]
Do you remember the burning bush?

MRS DUBEDAT Yes, yes. Oh, my dear, how it strains my heart to remember it now!

LOUIS Does it? It fills me with joy. Tell them about it.

MRS DUBEDAT It was nothing—only that once in my old Cornish home we lit the first fire of the winter; and when we looked through the window we saw the flames dancing in a bush in the garden.

LOUIS Such a color! Garnet color. Waving like silk. Liquid lovely flame flowing up through the bay leaves, and not burning them. Well, I shall be a flame like that. I’m sorry to disappoint the poor little worms; but the last of me shall be the flame in the burning bush. Whenever you see the flame, Jennifer, that will be me. Promise me that I shall be burnt.

MRS DUBEDAT Oh, if I might be with you, Louis!

LOUIS No: you must always be in the garden when the bush flames. You are my hold on the world: you are my immortality. Promise.

MRS DUBEDAT I’m listening. I shall not forget. You know that I promise.

LOUIS Well, thats about all; except that you are to hang my pictures at the one-man show. I can trust your eye. You wont let anyone else touch them.

MRS DUBEDAT You can trust me.

LOUIS Then theres nothing more to worry about, is there? Give me some more of that milk. I’m fearfully tired; but if I stop talking I shant begin again.
[SIR RALPH gives him a drink. He takes it and looks up quaintly].
I say, B. B., do you think anything would stop y o u talking?

B. B.
[almost unmanned]
He confuses me with you, Paddy. Poor fellow! Poor fellow!

LOUIS
[musing]
I used to be awfully afraid of death; but now it’s come I have no fear; and I’m perfectly happy. Jennifer.

MRS DUBEDAT Yes, dear?

LOUIS I’ll tell you a secret. I used to think that our marriage was all an affectation, and that I’d break loose and run away some day. But now that I’m going to be broken loose whether I like it or not, I’m perfectly fond of you, and perfectly satisfied because I’m going to live as part of you and not as my troublesome self.

MRS DUBEDAT
[heartbroken]
Stay with me, Louis. Oh, dont leave me, dearest.

LOUIS Not that I’m selfish. With all my faults I dont think Ive ever been really selfish. No artist can: Art is too large for that. You will marry again, Jennifer.

MRS DUBEDAT Oh, how can you, Louis?

LOUIS
[insisting childishly]
Yes, because people who have found marriage happy always marry again. Ah, I shant be jealous. [Slyly] But dont talk to the other fellow too much about me: he wont like it.
[Almost chuckling]
I shall be your lover all the time; but it will be a secret from him, poor devil!

SIR PATRICK Come! youve talked enough. Try to rest awhile.

LOUIS
[wearily]
Yes: I’m fearfully tired; but I shall have a long rest presently. I have something to say to you fellows. Youre all there, arnt you? I’m too weak to see anything but Jennifer’s bosom. That promises rest.

RIDGEON We are all here.

LOUIS
[startled]
That voice sounded devilish. Take care, Ridgeon: my ears hear things that other people’s ears cant. Ive been thinking—thinking. I’m cleverer than you imagine.

SIR PATRICK
[whispering to RIDGEON]
Youve got on his nerves, Colly. Slip out quietly.

RIDGEON
[apart to SIR PATRICK]
Would you deprive the dying actor of his audience?

LOUIS
[his face lighting up faintly with mischievous glee]
I heard that, Ridgeon. That was good. Jennifer, dear: be kind to Ridgeon always; because he was the last man who amused me.

RIDGEON
[relentless]
Was I?

LOUIS But it’s not true. It’s you who are still on the stage. I’m half way home already.

MRS DUBEDAT
[to RIDGEON]
What did you say?

LOUIS
[answering for him]
Nothing, dear. Only one of those little secrets that men keep among themselves. Well, all you chaps have thought pretty hard things of me, and said them.

B. B.
[quite overcome]
No, no, Dubedat. Not at all.

LOUIS Yes, you have. I know what you all think of me. Dont imagine I’m sore about it. I forgive you.

WALPOLE
[involuntarily]
Well, damn me!
[Ashamed]
I beg your pardon.

LOUIS That was old Walpole, I know. Dont grieve, Walpole. I’m perfectly happy. I’m not in pain. I dont want to live. Ive escaped from myself. I’m in heaven, immortal in the heart of my beautiful Jennifer. I’m not afraid, and not ashamed.
[Reflectively, puzzling it out for himself weakly]
I know that in an accidental sort of way, struggling through the unreal part of life, I havnt always been able to live up to my ideal. But in my own real world I have never done anything wrong, never denied my faith, never been untrue to myself. Ive been threatened and blackmailed and insulted and starved. But Ive played the game. Ive fought the good fight. And now it’s all over, theres an indescribable peace.
[He feebly folds his hands and utters his creed].
I believe in Michael Angelo, Velasquez, and Rembrandt; in the might of design, the mystery of color, the redemption of all things by Beauty everlasting, and the message of Art that has made these hands blessed. Amen. Amen.
⁹
[He closes his eyes
and lies still].

MRS DUBEDAT
[breathless]
Louis: are you—
WALPOLE rises and comes quickly to see whether he is dead.

LOUIS Not yet, dear. Very nearly, but not yet. I should like to rest my head on your bosom; only it would tire you.

MRS DUBEDAT No, no, no, darling: how could you tire me?
[She lifts him so that he lies on her bosom].

LOUIS Thats good. Thats real.

MRS DUBEDAT Dont spare me, dear. Indeed, indeed you will not tire me. Lean on me with all your weight.

LOUIS
[with a sudden half return of his normal strength and comfort]
Jinny Gwinny: I think I shall recover after all.
[SIR PATRICK looks significantly at RIDGEON, mutely warning him that this is the end].

MRS DUBEDAT
[hopefully]
Yes, yes: you shall.

LOUIS Because I suddenly want to sleep. Just an ordinary sleep.

MRS DUBEDAT
[rocking him]
Yes, dear. Sleep.
[He seems to go to sleep. WALPOLE makes another movement. She protests].
Sh-sh: please dont disturb him.
[His lips move].
What did you say, dear?
[In great distress]
I cant listen without moving him.
[His lips move again: WALPOLE bends down and listens].

WALPOLE He wants to know is the newspaper man here.

THE NEWSPAPER MAN
[excited;for he has been enjoying himself enormously]
Yes, Mr Dubedat. Here I am.

MRS DUBEDAT
[with great relief]
Oh thats right, dear: dont spare me: lean with all your weight on me. Now you are really resting.

SIR PATRICK Let me put him back on the pillow, maam. He will be better so.

MRS DUBEDAT
[piteously]
Oh no, please, please, doctor. He is not tiring me; and he will be so hurt when he wakes if he finds I have put him away.

SIR PATRICK He will never wake again.
[He takes the body from her and replaces it in the chair. RIDGEON, unmoved, lets down the back and makes a bier of it].

MRS DUBEDAT
[who has unexpectedly sprung to her feet, and stands dry-eyed and stately] Was that death?

WALPOLE Yes.

MRS DUBEDAT
[with complete dignity]
Will you wait for me a moment? I will come back.
[She goes out].

WALPOLE Ought we to follow her? Is she in her right senses?

SIR PATRICK
[with quiet conviction]
Yes. She’s all right. Leave her alone. She’ll come back.

RIDGEON
[callously]
Let us get this thing out of the way before she comes.

B. B.
[rising, shocked]
My dear Colly! The poor lad! He died splendidly.

SIR PATRICK Aye! that is how the wicked die.

No matter: it’s not for us to judge. He’s in another world now.

WALPOLE Borrowing his first five-pound note there, probably.

RIDGEON I said the other day that the most tragic thing in the world is a sick doctor. I was wrong. The most tragic thing in the world is a man of genius who is not also a man of honor.

THE NEWSPAPER MAN
[to SIR RALPH
] I thought it shewed a very nice feeling, his being so particular about his wife going into proper mourning for him and making her promise never to marry again.

B. B.
[impressively]
Mrs Dubedat is not in a position to carry the interview any further. Neither are we.

SIR PATRICK Good afternoon to you.

THE NEWSPAPER MAN Mrs Dubedat said she was coming back.

B. B. After you have gone.

THE NEWSPAPER MAN Do you think she would give me a few words on How It Feels to be a Widow? Rather a good title for an article, isnt it?

B. B. Young man: if you wait until Mrs Dubedat comes back, you will be able to write an article on How It Feels to be Turned Out of the House.

THE NEWSPAPER MAN
[unconvinced]
You think she’d rather not—

B. B.
[cutting him short]
Good day to you.
[Giving him a visiting-card]
Mind you get my name correctly. Good day.

THE NEWSPAPER MAN Good day. Thank you. [
Vaguely trying to read the card]
Mr—