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Title: The Benefit of the Doubt; a Comedy in Three Acts Author: Arthur Wing Pinero Release Date: December 9, 2017 [EBook #56151] Language: English Character set encoding: UTF-8 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT *** Produced by KD Weeks, ellinora, Bryan Ness and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) Transcriber’s Note: Footnotes have been collected at the end of each chapter, and are linked for ease of reference. Minor errors, attributable to the printer, have been corrected. Please see the transcriber’s note at the end of this text for details regarding the handling of any textual issues encountered during its preparation. Any corrections are indicated using an underline highlight. Placing the cursor over the correction will produce the original text in a small popup. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THE PLAYS OF ARTHUR W. PINERO WITH INTRODUCTORY NOTES By MALCOLM C. SALAMAN Paper cover, 1s. 6d.; cloth, 2s. 6d. each In 16mo Vol. I. THE TIMES ” II. THE PROFLIGATE ” III. THE CABINET MINISTER ” IV. THE HOBBY-HORSE ” V. LADY BOUNTIFUL ” VI. THE MAGISTRATE ” VII. DANDY DICK ” VIII. SWEET LAVENDER ” IX. THE SCHOOLMISTRESS ” X. THE WEAKER SEX ” XI. THE AMAZONS Also In small 4to. ” XII. THE SECOND MRS. TANQUERAY ” XIII. THE NOTORIOUS MRS. EBBSMITH ” XIV. THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN MDCCCXCVI THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT A COMEDY In Three Acts By ARTHUR W. PINERO LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN MDCCCXCVI Copyright 1895 All rights reserved Entered at Stationers’ Hall Entered at the Library of Congress, Washington, U.S.A. This Play was produced at the Comedy Theatre, London, on Wednesday, October 16th, 1895 THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY Mrs. Emptage (a widow) Claude Emptage (her son) Justina Emptage Theophila Fraser} (her daughters) Sir Fletcher Portwood, M.P. (her brother) Mrs. Cloys (her sister) Rt. Rev. Anthony Cloys, D.D., Bishop of St. Olpherts Alexander Fraser—“Fraser of Locheen” John Allingham Olive Allingham Denzil Shafto Peter Elphick} (Allingham’s Friends) Mrs. Quinton Twelves Horton (a servant at Mrs. Emptage’s) Quaife (a servant at Mr. Allingham’s) The scenes are placed at Mrs. Emptage’s house, in the neighbourhood of Regent’s Park, and at “The Lichens,” Mr. Allingham’s cottage at Epsom. The events of the First and Second Acts occur on the same day, those of the Third Act about fifteen hours afterwards. 1 THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THE FIRST ACT The Scene represents a drawing-room in Mrs. Emptage’s house near Regent’s Park. At the back are double doors, opening on to a further drawing-room, and these face a window, over which the blinds are drawn, to moderate the glare of the sun, which nevertheless streams through them, for it is a fine afternoon in early summer. The rooms are furnished and decorated in a costly and tasteful fashion. Mrs. Emptage is reclining upon the settee, her eyes closed, a bottle of smelling-salts in her hand. Justina is pacing the room between the door and the window. Mrs. Emptage is a pretty, carefully-preserved woman with dyed hair and “touched-up” face: she is old enough to be the mother of a daughter of nine-and-twenty. Justina is of that age, good-looking, “smart,” and already somewhat passé. Both are fashionably but sombrely dressed. Mrs. Emptage. Tell me the time once more, ’Tina. Justina. [Referring to her watch.] A few minutes to four, mother. Mrs. Emptage. Does the judge of the Divorce Court invariably rise at four o’clock? Justina. He may sit a little later under special circumstances. Mrs. Emptage. To have done with a case if it’s very near its end? Justina. So I’m told. Mrs. Emptage. They must all be here soon, whether that happens or not. Justina. Yes, yes. Oh, but if the confounded thing should last into another day! Mrs. Emptage. A third day’s suspense will kill me. Justina. Ma, I suppose, really, we ought to be reading our Church Services or something. Mrs. Emptage. I can’t concentrate my attention in the least; I have been glancing at “The Yellow Book.” Justina. Hark! what’s that? Mrs. Emptage. I don’t hear anything. Justina. It is somebody! [Horton, a manservant, appears. Horton. Mrs. Quinton Twelves. Mrs. Emptage struggles to her feet as Mrs. Quinton Twelves enters. Horton retires. Kate Twelves is a lively, handsome young woman, brightly dressed. Justina and Mrs. Emptage. [Throwing themselves upon her.] Kitty! Mrs. Quinton Twelves. [Kissing them.] Well, well, well, well! 2 3 4 Justina. Is it over? Mrs. Quinton Twelves. Not quite; that is, it wasn’t when I came away. It’s all over by now, I expect. Mrs. Emptage. [Hysterically.] Oh, Kitty——! Mrs. Quinton Twelves. Sssh, sssh! everything has gone swimmingly, I tell you. Justina. For Theophila? Mrs. Quinton Twelves. Of course, for Theophila. Mrs. Emptage. [Sinking back on to the settee.] I felt sure it would. Justina. But what was happening when you left? Mrs. Quinton Twelves. The dear old judge was just beginning to deliver his decision—his judgment. Justina. Oh, how could you come away then? Mrs. Quinton Twelves. Certainly, it was a wrench. Only, Theo wrote little notes to Sir Fletcher Portwood and to Claude and me. [Taking a screw of paper from her glove.] Here’s mine. [Reading.] “I won’t have anybody I am fond of, except my husband, in Court at the finish. They tell me they are sure I am cleared, but it frightens me to think you are all waiting. Go to mother’s.” Mrs. Emptage. [Taking the note.] My poor child! [Reading it.] “... they are sure I am cleared....” ’Tina, she’s cleared! Mrs. Quinton Twelves. Cleared! I wish you could have heard Sir John Clarkson’s opening speech for Theophila this morning. There was quite a murmur of approval when he sat down. Justina. He let that wretch, Mrs. Jack Allingham, have it—eh? He did! Mrs. Quinton Twelves. He said that a morbidly jealous wife is one of the saddest spectacles the world presents; but that when her jealousy leads her to attempt to blacken the reputation, the hitherto spotless reputation, of another woman—in this instance, a young lady more happily married than herself—then that jealous wife becomes a positive danger to society. Mrs. Emptage. I ought to have been there, ’Tina. I said it was my duty, if you remember. Justina. I might have gone. Mrs. Quinton Twelves. Certainly; and yet you have both sat at home, quaking; behaving, for all the world, as if you have a lurking suspicion that Theophila really may—really has—really did—— Mrs. Emptage. Kate, I will not permit you to say such a thing! Mrs. Quinton Twelves. Why these miserable-looking gowns then? You are dressed more funereally to-day than you were yesterday! Mrs. Emptage. [Tearfully.] If you live to see a daughter of yours, however innocent she may be, dragged through the Divorce Court 5 6 7 ——! Justina. We haven’t been quite certain what we ought to put on. Mrs. Emptage. I considered half-mourning rather a happy thought. Mrs. Quinton Twelves. To my mind, it looks as if you had deliberately prepared for all emergencies. Mrs. Emptage. [Rising, in a flutter.] ’Tina, pin some flowers in your dress at once! I’ll get Bristow to stick a bit of relief about me somewhere. And I’ll wear some more rings—— [She goes out. Justina selects some cut flowers from a vase on the pianoforte. Justina. Oh, Kit, we were dreadfully in the dumps. Bless you for bullying us! Mrs. Quinton Twelves. [Taking a pin from her hat.] Come here. Justina. [Going to Mrs. Twelves.] By Jove, though! it would have been too rough on us if—if—wouldn’t it? Mrs. Quinton Twelves. [Attaching the flowers to the bodice of Justina’s dress.] Pray complete your sentence. Justina. Well—if Mrs. Allingham had made out her case against Jack Allingham and Theo. Mrs. Quinton Twelves. For shame, ’Tina! Justina. Oh, you’re awfully prudish all of a sudden, Kate. You’ve very soon forgotten—— Mind that pin! Mrs. Quinton Twelves. What are you saying? Justina. I mean, it isn’t as if we hadn’t all been just a leetle rapid in our time, we three girls—Theo, you, and I. You needn’t be quite so newly-married-womanish with me. Mrs. Quinton Twelves. Shut up! Justina. [Glancing round.] No one’s there. Mrs. Quinton Twelves. [In an undertone.] We always knew where to draw the line, I hope. Justina. Of course we did. Only, when you’re married, as Theo is, to a cold, dry mummy of a man like Alexander Fraser, the line’s apt to get drawn rather zigzag. Mrs. Quinton Twelves. [Finishing with the flowers.] Go away! Justina. Thanks—they’re jolly. [Picking up a little mirror from the table, and making a wry face at herself.] I haven’t had a night’s sound sleep for weeks. Mrs. Quinton Twelves. I should think not, with such thoughts in your head. Poor Theo! I’ve been fretting about her too, in a different way. Justina. [Adjusting the flowers with the aid of the mirror.] Yes, but it isn’t only Theo. I’ve been doing a bit of lying-awake 8 9 10 11 on my own account, I can tell you. Mrs. Quinton Twelves. Why? Justina. [Moistening her eyelashes as she again surveys her face.] Why, if this business had gone against my sister, it wouldn’t have bettered my chances—eh? Mrs. Quinton Twelves. No, perhaps it wouldn’t. Justina. I’m twenty—oh, you know—— Mrs. Quinton Twelves. Nine. Justina. Ugh, dash it, yes! And this beastly scrape of Theophila’s has been no end of a shocker for me. From to-day I turn over the proverbial new leaf. Mrs. Quinton Twelves. So glad, dear. Justina. Just fancy! I’m the only single one out of we three musketeers. Great Scot, Kate, suppose I got left! Mrs. Quinton Twelves. [With a laugh.] ’Tina! Justina. But I won’t, you mark me! From to-day I’ll alter—I take my oath I will! No more slang for me, no more swears, no more smokes with the men after dinner, no more cycling at the club in knickers! I’ve been giving too much away——! Mrs. Quinton Twelves. [Listening.] Take care! Justina. [Glancing round.] Claude—back. Claude Emptage, a plain, stumpy, altogether insignificant young man enters—a young man with a pale face, red eyelids and nostrils, a dense look, and heavy, depressed manner. Justina. What news? Any? Claude. It’s finished. Mrs. Quinton Twelves. Finished! Justina. Don’t tell me! How? Claude. It’s all right for Theo. Mrs. Allingham’s petition dismissed. Justina. Ho, ho! Ha, ha, ha! All right for Theo! [Clapping her hands, almost dancing. Mrs. Twelves embraces her.] All right for Theo! Mrs. Quinton Twelves. Isn’t it splendid? Justina. Ha, ha, ha! All right for——! Mother! ma! ma! [She runs out. 12 13 14 Mrs. Quinton Twelves. [To Claude.] You did wait then, in spite of Theo’s orders? Claude. No, not in Court. I hung about outside, with Uncle Fletcher, to hear the result. [Sitting, with a little groan.] Oh! Mrs. Quinton Twelves. I must say, Claude, the victory hasn’t left you very cheerful. Claude. Cheerful! Think of the day I’ve spent! Mrs. Quinton Twelves. You’ve spent! Claude. Theophila’s brother! [Pointing into space.] The brother of Mrs. Fraser of Locheen! The brother of the witness in the box! Every eye upon me! Mrs. Quinton Twelves. [Drily.] I see. Claude. Oh, Kate, I’ve felt this business in more ways than one. It has been a terrible lesson to me. Mrs. Quinton Twelves. [Smiling.] My poor Claudio! Claude. [Not looking at her.] No, don’t pity me—despise me. Kitty, how easy it is for a fellow to imperil a woman’s reputation! Mrs. Quinton Twelves. [Amused.] Yes, isn’t it? Claude. We attach ourselves to a pretty married woman; we lounge in her drawing-room, her boudoir; we make her our toy, our pastime. Do we allow a single thought of the scandal we may involve her in to check us in our pursuit of pleasure? Mrs. Quinton Twelves. [Demurely.] No, I suppose you don’t. Claude. Never! Mrs. Quinton Twelves. Perhaps you had better not come to tea with me quite so frequently in the future, Claude. Claude. You are right; you, and others, must see less of me. [Turning to her.] And yet, Kate, I am not all bad! Sir Fletcher Portwood enters. He is fifty-one, amiable, pompous, egotistical, foolish. Sir Fletcher Portwood. Why didn’t you wait for me, Claude, my boy? Claude. Sorry; my brain was reeling. Sir Fletcher Portwood. [Meeting Mrs. Twelves.] A very proper, a very satisfactory termination of this affair, Mrs. Twelves. Mrs. Quinton Twelves. It has been awfully reassuring to see you beaming in Court, Sir Fletcher. Sir Fletcher Portwood. Ha! I daresay my attitude has been remarked. Beaming; why not? I’ve had no doubt as to the result. Mrs. Quinton Twelves. 15 16 17