No More Learning

Capt. G. (Lightly. ) Was there? Lucky man!

Mrs. G. (In a whisper. ) And I thought I cared for him.

Capt. G. Still luckier man! Well?

Mrs. G. And I thought I cared for him--and I didn't--and then you
came--and I cared for you very, very much indeed. That's all. (Face
hidden. ) You aren't angry, are you?

Capt. G. Angry? Not in the least. (Aside. ) Good Lord, what have I done
to deserve this angel?

Mrs. G. (Aside. ) And he never asked for the name! How funny men are! But
perhaps it's as well.

Capt. G. That man will go to heaven because you once thought you cared
for him. 'Wonder if you'll ever drag me up there?

Mrs. G. (Firmly. ) 'Sha'n't go if you don't.

Capt. G. Thanks. I say, Pussy, I don't know much about your religious
beliefs. You were brought up to believe in a heaven and all that,
weren't you?

Mrs. G. Yes. But it was a pincushion heaven, with hymn-books in all the
pews.

Capt. G. (Wagging his head with intense conviction. ) Never mind. There
is a pukka heaven.

Mrs. G. Where do you bring that message from, my prophet?

Capt. G. Here! Because we care for each other. So it's all right.

Mrs. G. (As a troop of langurs crash through the branches. ) So it's all
right. But Darwin says that we came from those!

Capt. G. (Placidly. ) Ah! Darwin was never in love with an angel. That
settles it. Sstt, you brutes! Monkeys, indeed! You shouldn't read those
books.

Mrs. G. (Folding her hands. ) If it pleases my Lord the King to issue
proclamation.

Capt. G. Don't, dear one. There are no orders between us. Only I'd
rather you didn't. They lead to nothing, and bother people's heads.

Mrs. G. Like your first engagement.

Capt. G. (With an immense calm. ) That was a necessary evil and led to
you. Are you nothing?

Mrs. G. Not so very much, am I?

Capt. G. All this world and the next to me.

Mrs. G. (Very softly. ) My boy of boys! Shall I tell you something?

Capt. G. Yes, if it's not dreadful--about other men.

Mrs. G. It's about my own bad little self.

Capt. G. Then it must be good. Go on, dear.

Mrs. G. (Slowly. ) I don't know why I'm telling you, Pip; but if ever you
marry again--(Interlude. ) Take your hand from my mouth or I'll bite! In
the future, then remember--I don't know quite how to put it!

Capt. G. (Snorting indignantly. ) Don't try. "Marry again," indeed!

Mrs. G. I must. Listen, my husband. Never, never, never tell your wife
anything that you do not wish her to remember and think over all her
life. Because a woman--yes, I am a woman--can't forget.

Capt. G. By Jove, how do you know that?

Mrs. G. (Confusedly. ) I don't. I'm only guessing. I am--I was--a silly
little girl; but I feel that I know so much, oh, so very much more than
you, dearest. To begin with, I'm your wife.

Capt. G. So I have been led to believe.

Mrs. G. And I shall want to know every one of your secrets--to share
everything you know with you. (Stares round desperately. )

Capt. G. So you shall, dear, so you shall--but don't look like that.

Mrs. G. For your own sake don't stop me, Phil. I shall never talk to you
in this way again. You must not tell me! At least, not now. Later on,
when I'm an old matron it won't matter, but if you love me, be very good
to me now; for this part of my life I shall never forget! Have I made
you understand?

Capt. G. I think so, child. Have I said anything yet that you disapprove
of?

Mrs. G. Will you be very angry? That--that voice, and what you said
about the engagement--

Capt. G. But you asked to be told that, darling.

Mrs. G. And that's why you shouldn't have told me! You must be the
Judge, and, oh, Pip, dearly as I love you, I shan't be able to help you!
I shall hinder you, and you must judge in spite of me!

Capt. G. (Meditatively. ) We have a great many things to find out
together, God help us both--say so, Pussy--but we shall understand each
other better every day; and I think I'm beginning to see now. How in the
world did you come to know just the importance of giving me just that
lead?

Mrs. G. I've told you that I don't know. Only somehow it seemed that, in
all this new life, I was being guided for your sake as well as my own.

Capt. G. (Aside. ) Then Mafflin was right! They know, and we--we're blind
all of us. (Lightly. ) 'Getting a little beyond our depth, dear, aren't
we? I'll remember, and, if I fail, let me be punished as I deserve.

Mrs. G. There shall be no punishment. We'll start into life together
from here--you and I--and no one else.

Capt. G. And no one else. (A pause. ) Your eyelashes are all wet, Sweet?
Was there ever such a quaint little Absurdity?

Mrs. G. Was there ever such nonsense talked before?

Capt. G. (Knocking the ashes out of his pipe. ) 'Tisn't what we say, it's
what we don't say, that helps. And it's all the profoundest philosophy.
But no one would understand--even if it were put into a book.

Mrs. G. The idea! No--only we ourselves, or people like ourselves--if
there are any people like us.

Capt. G. (Magisterially. ) All people, not like ourselves, are blind
idiots.

Mrs. G. (Wiping her eyes. ) Do you think, then, that there are any people
as happy as we are?

Capt. G. 'Must be--unless we've appropriated all the happiness in the
world.

Mrs. G. (Looking toward Simla. ) Poor dears! Just fancy if we have!

Capt. G. Then we'll hang on to the whole show, for it's a great deal too
jolly to lose--eh, wife 'o mine?

Mrs. G. O Pip! Pip! How much of you is a solemn, married man and how
much a horrid slangy schoolboy?

Capt. G. When you tell me how much of you was eighteen last birthday and
how much is as old as the Sphinx and twice as mysterious, perhaps I'll
attend to you. Lend me that banjo. The spirit moveth me to yowl at the
sunset.

Mrs. G. Mind! It's not tuned. Ah! How that jars!

Capt. G. (Turning pegs. ) It's amazingly different to keep a banjo to
proper pitch.

Mrs. G. It's the same with all musical instruments, What shall it be?

Capt. G. "Vanity," and let the hills hear. (Sings through the first and
half of the second verse. Turning to Mrs. G. ) Now, chorus! Sing, Pussy!

BOTH TOGETHER. (Con brio, to the horror of the monkeys who are settling
for the night. )--

"Vanity, all is Vanity," said Wisdom, scorning me--I clasped my true
Love's tender hand and answered frank and free-ee "If this be Vanity
who'd be wise? If this be Vanity who'd be wise? If this be Vanity who'd
be wi-ise (Crescendo. ) Vanity let it be! "

Mrs. G. (Defiantly to the grey of the evening sky. ) "Vanity let it be! "

ECHO. (Prom the Fagoo spur. ) Let it be!




FATIMA

And you may go in every room of the house and see everything that is
there, but into the Blue Room you must not go. --The Story of Blue
Beard.

SCENE. The GADSBYS' bungalow in the Plains. Time, 11 A. M. on a Sunday
morning. Captain GADSBY, in his shirt-sleeves, is bending over a
complete set of Hussar's equipment, from saddle to picketing-rope, which
is neatly spread over the floor of his study. He is smoking an unclean
briar, and his forehead is puckered with thought.

Capt. G. (To himself, fingering a headstall. ) Jack's an ass. There's
enough brass on this to load a mule--and, if the Americans know anything
about anything, it can be cut down to a bit only. 'Don't want the
watering-bridle, either. Humbug! --Half a dozen sets of chains and
pulleys for one horse! Rot! (Scratching his head. ) Now, let's consider
it all over from the beginning. By Jove, I've forgotten the scale of
weights! Never mind. 'Keep the bit only, and eliminate every boss from
the crupper to breastplate. No breastplate at all. Simple leather strap
across the breast--like the Russians. Hi! Jack never thought of that!

Mrs. G. (Entering hastily, her hand bound in a cloth. ) Oh, Pip, I've
scalded my hand over that horrid, horrid Tiparee jam!

Capt. G. (Absently. ) Eh! Wha-at?

Mrs. G. (With round-eyed reproach. ) I've scalded it aw-fully! Aren't you
sorry? And I did so want that jam to jam properly.

Capt. G. Poor little woman! Let me kiss the place and make it well.
(Unrolling bandage. ) You small sinner! Where's that scald? I can't see
it.

Mrs. G. On the top of the little finger. There! --It's a most 'normous
big burn!

Capt. G. (Kissing little finger. ) Baby! Let Hyder look after the jam.
You know I don't care for sweets.

Mrs. G. Indeed? --Pip!

Capt. G. Not of that kind, anyhow. And now run along, Minnie, and leave
me to my own base devices. I'm busy.

Mrs. G. (Calmly settling herself in long chair. ) So I see. What a mess
you're making! Why have you brought all that smelly leather stuff into
the house?

Capt. G. To play with. Do you mind, dear?

Mrs. G. Let me play too. I'd like it.

Capt. G. I'm afraid you wouldn't. Pussy--Don't you think that jam will
burn, or whatever it is that jam does when it's not looked after by a
clever little housekeeper?

Mrs. G. I thought you said Hyder could attend to it. I left him in the
veranda, stirring--when I hurt myself so.

Capt. G. (His eye returning to the equipment. ) Po-oor little
woman! --Three pounds four and seven is three eleven, and that can be cut
down to two eight, with just a lee-tle care, without weakening anything.
Farriery is all rot in incompetent hands. What's the use of a shoe-case
when a man's scouting? He can't stick it on with a lick--like a
stamp--the shoe! Skittles--

Mrs. G. What's skittles? Pah! What is this leather cleaned with?

Capt. G. Cream and champagne and--Look here, dear, do you really want to
talk to me about anything important?

Mrs. G. No. I've done my accounts, and I thought I'd like to see what
you're doing.

Capt. G. Well, love, now you've seen and--Would you mind? --That is to
say--Minnie, I really am busy.

Mrs. G. You want me to go?

Capt. G, Yes, dear, for a little while. This tobacco will hang in your
dress, and saddlery doesn't interest you.

Mrs. G.