BARTHWICK and MRS.BARTHWICK are seated at the breakfast table.
He is a man between fifty and sixty; quietly important, with a bald forehead, and pince-nez, and the "Times" in his hand.She is a lady of nearly fifty, well dressed, with greyish hair, good features, and a decided manner.They face each other.
BARTHWICK.[From behind his paper.] The Labour man has got in at the by-election for Barnside, my dear.
MRS.BARTHWICK.Another Labour? I can't think what on earth the country is about.
BARTHWICK.I predicted it.It's not a matter of vast importance.
MRS.BARTHWICK.Not? How can you take it so calmly, John? To me it's simply outrageous.And there you sit, you Liberals, and pretend to encourage these people!
BARTHWICK.[Frowning.] The representation of all parties is necessary for any proper reform, for any proper social policy.
MRS.BARTHWICK.I've no patience with your talk of reform--all that nonsense about social policy.We know perfectly well what it is they want; they want things for themselves.Those Socialists and Labour men are an absolutely selfish set of people.They have no sense of patriotism, like the upper classes; they simply want what we've got.
BARTHWICK.Want what we've got! [He stares into space.] My dear, what are you talking about? [With a contortion.] I 'm no alarmist.
MRS.BARTHWICK.Cream? Quite uneducated men! Wait until they begin to tax our investments.I 'm convinced that when they once get a chance they will tax everything--they 've no feeling for the country.You Liberals and Conservatives, you 're all alike; you don't see an inch before your noses.You've no imagination, not a scrap of imagination between you.You ought to join hands and nip it in the bud.
BARTHWICK.You 're talking nonsense! How is it possible for Liberals and Conservatives to join hands, as you call it? That shows how absurd it is for women---- Why, the very essence of a Liberal is to trust in the people!
MRS.BARTHWICK.Now, John, eat your breakfast.As if there were any real difference between you and the Conservatives.All the upper classes have the same interests to protect, and the same principles.[Calmly.] Oh! you're sitting upon a volcano, John.
BARTHWICK.What!
MRS.BARTHWICK.I read a letter in the paper yesterday.I forget the man's name, but it made the whole thing perfectly clear.You don't look things in the face.
BARTHWICK.Indeed! [Heavily.] I am a Liberal! Drop the subject, please!
MRS.BARTHWICK.Toast? I quite agree with what this man says:
Education is simply ruining the lower classes.It unsettles them, and that's the worst thing for us all.I see an enormous difference in the manner of servants.
BARTHWICK, [With suspicious emphasis.] I welcome any change that will lead to something better.[He opens a letter.] H'm! This is that affair of Master Jack's again."High Street, Oxford.Sir, We have received Mr.John Barthwick, Senior's, draft for forty pounds!"Oh! the letter's to him! "We now enclose the cheque you cashed with us, which, as we stated in our previous letter, was not met on presentation at your bank.We are, Sir, yours obediently, Moss and Sons, Tailors." H 'm! [Staring at the cheque.] A pretty business altogether! The boy might have been prosecuted.
MRS.BARTHWICK.Come, John, you know Jack did n't mean anything; he only thought he was overdrawing.I still think his bank ought to have cashed that cheque.They must know your position.
BARTHWICK.[Replacing in the envelope the letter and the cheque.]
Much good that would have done him in a court of law.
[He stops as JACK comes in, fastening his waistcoat and staunching a razor cut upon his chin.]
JACK.[Sitting down between them, and speaking with an artificial joviality.] Sorry I 'm late.[He looks lugubriously at the dishes.] Tea, please, mother.Any letters for me? [BARTHWICKhands the letter to him.] But look here, I say, this has been opened! I do wish you would n't----BARTHWICK.[Touching the envelope.] I suppose I 'm entitled to this name.
JACK.[Sulkily.] Well, I can't help having your name, father! [He reads the letter, and mutters.] Brutes!
BARTHWICK.[Eyeing him.] You don't deserve to be so well out of that.
JACK.Haven't you ragged me enough, dad?
MRS.BARTHWICK.Yes, John, let Jack have his breakfast.
BARTHWICK.If you hadn't had me to come to, where would you have been? It's the merest accident--suppose you had been the son of a poor man or a clerk.Obtaining money with a cheque you knew your bank could not meet.It might have ruined you for life.I can't see what's to become of you if these are your principles.I never did anything of the sort myself.
JACK.I expect you always had lots of money.If you've got plenty of money, of course----BARTHWICK.On the contrary, I had not your advantages.My father kept me very short of money.
JACK.How much had you, dad?
BARTHWICK.It's not material.The question is, do you feel the gravity of what you did?
JACK.I don't know about the gravity.Of course, I 'm very sorry if you think it was wrong.Have n't I said so! I should never have done it at all if I had n't been so jolly hard up.
BARTHWICK.How much of that forty pounds have you got left, Jack?
JACK.[Hesitating.] I don't know--not much.
BARTHWICK.How much?
JACK.[Desperately.] I have n't got any.
BARTHWICK.What?
JACK.I know I 've got the most beastly headache.
[He leans his head on his hand.]
MRS.BARTHWICK.Headache? My dear boy! Can't you eat any breakfast?
JACK.[Drawing in his breath.] Too jolly bad!
MRS.BARTHWICK.I'm so sorry.Come with me; dear; I'll give you something that will take it away at once.
[They leave the room; and BARTHWICK, tearing up the letter, goes to the fireplace and puts the pieces in the fire.While he is doing this MARLOW comes in, and looking round him, is about quietly to withdraw.]
BARTHWICK.What's that? What d 'you want?
MARLOW.I was looking for Mr.John, sir.
BARTHWICK.What d' you want Mr.John for?
MARLOW.[With hesitation.] I thought I should find him here, sir.
