BURLACOMBE.Must be a turrable job for 'im,every one's knowin'about 'is wife like this.He'm a proud man tu,I think.'Tes a funny business altogether!
MRS.BRADMERE.Horrible!Poor fellow!Now,come!Do your best,Burlacombe!
[BURLACOMBE touches his forelock and goes.MRS.BRADMERE stands quite still,thinking.Then going to the photograph,she stares up at it.]
MRS.BRADMERE.You baggage!
[STRANGWAY has come in noiselessly,and is standing just behind her.She turns,and sees him.There is something so still,so startlingly still in his figure and white face,that she cannot for the moment fond her voice.]
MRS.BRADMERE.[At last]This is most distressing.I'm deeply sorry.[Then,as he does not answer,she goes a step closer]I'm an old woman;and old women must take liberties,you know,or they couldn't get on at all.Come now!Let's try and talk it over calmly and see if we can't put things right.
STRANGWAY.You were very good to come;but I would rather not.
MRS.BRADMERE.I know you're in as grievous trouble as a man can be.
STRANGWAY.Yes.
MRS.BRADMERE.[With a little sound of sympathy]What are you thirtyfive?I'm sixtyeight if I'm a dayold enough to be your mother.I can feel what you must have been through all these months,I can indeed.But you know you've gone the wrong way to work.We aren't angels down here below!And a son of the Church can't act as if for himself alone.The eyes of every one are on him.
STRANGWAY.[Taking the church key from the window.]Take this,please.
MRS.BRADMERE.No,no,no!Jarland deserved all he got.You had great provocation.
STRANGWAY.It's not Jarland.[Holding out the key]Please take it to the Rector.I beg his forgiveness.[Touching his breast]
There's too much I can't speak ofcan't make plain.Take it to him,please.
MRS.BRADMERE.Mr.StrangwayI don't accept this.I am sure my husbandthe Churchwill never accept STRANGWAY.Take it!
MRS.BRADMERE.[Almost unconsciously taking it]Mind!We don't accept it.You must come and talk to the Rector tomorrow.You're overwrought.You'll see it all in another light,then.
STRANGWAY.[With a strange smile]Perhaps.[Lifting the blind]
Beautiful night!Couldn't be more beautiful!
MRS.BRADMERE.[Startledsoftly]Don't turn sway from these who want to help you!I'm a grumpy old woman,but I can feel for you.
Don't try and keep it all back,like this!A woman would cry,and it would all seem clearer at once.Now won't you let me?
STRANGWAY.No one can help,thank you.
MRS.BRADMERE.Come!Things haven't gone beyond mending,really,if you'll face them.[Pointing to the photograph]You know what I mean.We dare not foster immorality.
STRANGWAY.[Quivering as at a jabbed nerve]Don't speak of that!
MRS.BRADMERE.But think what you've done,Mr.Strangway!If you can't take your wife back,surely you must divorce her.You can never help her to go on like this in secret sin.
STRANGWAY.Torture herone way or the other?
MRS.BRADMERE.No,no;I want you to do as the Churchas all Christian society would wish.Come!You can't let this go on.My dear man,do your duty at all costs!
STRANGWAY.Break her heart?
MRS.BRADMERE.Then you love that womanmore than God!
STRANGWAY.[His face quivering]Love!
MRS.BRADMERE.They told meYes,and I can see you're is a bad way.Come,pull yourself together!You can't defend what you're doing.
STRANGWAY.I do not try.
MRS.BRADMERE.I must get you to see!My father was a clergyman;,I'm married to one;I've two sons in the Church.I know what I'm talking about.It's a priest's business to guide the people's lives.
STRANGWAY.[Very low]But not mine!No more!
MRS.BRADMERE.[Looking at him shrewdly]There's something very queer about you tonight.You ought to see doctor.
STRANGWAY.[A smile awning and going on his lips]If I am not better soon MRS.BRADMERE.I know it must be terrible to feel that everybody
[A convulsive shiver passes over STRANGWAY,and he shrinks against the door]
But come!Live it down!
[With anger growing at his silence]
Live it down,man!You can't desert your postand let these villagers do what they like with us?Do you realize that you're letting a woman,who has treated you abominably;yes,abominably go scotfree,to live comfortably with another man?What an example!
STRANGWAY.Will you,please,not speak of that!
MRS.BRADMERE.I must!This great Church of ours is based on the rightful condemnation of wrongdoing.There are times when forgiveness is a sin,Michael Strangway.You must keep the whip hand.You must fight!
STRANGWAY.Fight![Touching his heart]My fight is here.Have you ever been in hell?For months and monthsburned and longed;hoped against hope;killed a man in thought day by day?Never rested,for love and hate?Icondemn!Ijudge!No!It's rest I have to findsomewheresomehowrest!And howhow can I find rest?
MRS.BRADMERE.[Who has listened to his outburst in a soft of coma]
You are a strange man!One of these days you'll go off your head if you don't take care.
STRANGWAY.[Smiling]One of these days the flowers will grow out of me;and I shall sleep.
[MRS.BRADMERE stares at his smiling face a long moment in silence,then with a little sound,half sniff,half snort,she goes to the door.There she halts.]
MRS.BRADMERE.And you mean to let all this go onYour wife
STRANGWAY.Go!Please go!
MRS.BRADMERE.Men like you have been buried at crossroads before now!Take care!God punishes!
STRANGWAY.Is there a God?
MRS.BRADMERE.Ah![With finality]You must see a doctor.
[Seeing that the look on his face does not change,she opens the door,and hurries away into the moonlight.]
[STRANGWAY crosses the room to where his wife's picture hangs,and stands before it,his hands grasping the frame.Then he takes it from the wall,and lays it face upwards on the window seat.]
STRANGWAY.[To himself]Gone!What is there,now?
[The sound of an owl's hooting is floating in,and of voices from the green outside the inn.]
STRANGWAY.[To himself]Gone!Taken faithhopelife!
[JIM BERE comes wandering into the open doorway.]
