No More Learning

(Grimly. ) No. 'Twasn't an accident. I got it--from a man--in
Afghanistan.

Mrs. G. In action? Oh, Pip, and you never told me!

Capt. G. I'd forgotten all about it.

Mrs. G. Hold up your arm! What a horrid, ugly scar! Are you sure it
doesn't hurt now! How did the man give it you?

Capt. G. (Desperately looking at his watch. ) With a knife. I came
down--old Van Loo did, that's to say--and fell on my leg, so I couldn't
run. And then this man came up and began chopping at me as I sprawled.

Mrs. G. Oh, don't, don't! That's enough! --Well, what happened?

Capt. G. I couldn't get to my holster, and Mafflin came round the corner
and stopped the performance.

Mrs. G. How? He's such a lazy man, I don't believe he did.

Capt. G. Don't you? I don't think the man had much doubt about it. Jack
cut his head off.

Mrs. G. Cut-his-head-off! "With one blow," as they say in the books?

Capt. G. I'm not sure. I was too interested in myself to know much about
it. Anyhow, the head was off, and Jack was punching old Van Loo in the
ribs to make him get up. Now you know all about it, dear, and now--

Mrs. G. You want me to go, of course. You never told me about this,
though I've been married to you for ever so long; and you never would
have told me if I hadn't found out; and you never do tell me anything
about yourself, or what you do, or what you take an interest in.

Capt. G. Darling, I'm always with you, aren't I?

Mrs. G. Always in my pocket, you were going to say. I know you are; but
you are always thinking away from me.

Capt. G. (Trying to hide a smile. ) Am I? I wasn't aware of it. I'm
awf'ly sorry.

Mrs. G. (Piteously. ) Oh, don't make fun of me! Pip, you know what I
mean. When you are reading one of those things about Cavalry, by that
idiotic Prince--why doesn't he be a Prince instead of a stable-boy?

Capt. G. Prince Kraft a stable-boy--Oh, my Aunt! Never mind, dear. You
were going to say?

Mrs. G. It doesn't matter; you don't care for what I say. Only--only
you get up and walk about the room, staring in front of you, and then
Mafflin comes in to dinner, and after I'm in the drawing-room I can
hear you and him talking, and talking, and talking, about things I can't
understand, and--oh, I get so tired and feel so lonely! --I don't want to
complain and be a trouble, Pip; but I do indeed I do!

Capt. G. My poor darling! I never thought of that. Why don't you ask
some nice people in to dinner?

Mrs. G. Nice people! Where am I to find them? Horrid frumps! And if I
did, I shouldn't be amused. You know I only want you.

Capt. G. And you have me surely, Sweetheart?

Mrs. G. I have not! Pip why don't you take me into your life?

Capt. G. More than I do? That would be difficult, dear.

Mrs. G. Yes, I suppose it would--to you. I'm no help to you--no
companion to you; and you like to have it so.

Capt. G. Aren't you a little unreasonable, Pussy?

Mrs. G. (Stamping her foot. ) I'm the most reasonable woman in the
world--when I'm treated properly.

Capt. G. And since when have I been treating you improperly?

Mrs. G. Always--and since the beginning. You know you have.

Capt. G. I don't; but I'm willing to be convinced.

Mrs. G. (Pointing to saddlery. ) There!

Capt. G. How do you mean?

Mrs. G. What does all that mean? Why am I not to be told? Is it so
precious?

Capt. G. I forget its exact Government value just at present. It means
that it is a great deal too heavy.

Mrs. G. Then why do you touch it?

Capt. G. To make it lighter. See here, little love, I've one notion
and Jack has another, but we are both agreed that all this equipment is
about thirty pounds too heavy. The thing is how to cut it down without
weakening any part of it, and, at the same time, allowing the trooper
to carry everything he wants for his own comfort--socks and shirts and
things of that kind.

Mrs. G. Why doesn't he pack them in a little trunk?

Capt. G. (Kissing her. ) Oh, you darling! Pack them in a little trunk,
indeed! Hussars don't carry trunks, and it's a most important thing to
make the horse do all the carrying.

Mrs. G. But why need you bother about it? You're not a trooper.

Capt. G. No; but I command a few score of him; and equipment is nearly
everything in these days.

Mrs. G. More than me?

Capt. G. Stupid! Of course not; but it's a matter that I'm tremendously
interested in, because if I or Jack, or I and Jack, work out some sort
of lighter saddlery and all that, it's possible that we may get it
adopted.

Mrs. G. How?

Capt. G. Sanctioned at Home, where they will make a sealed pattern--a
pattern that all the saddlers must copy--and so it will be used by all
the regiments.

Mrs. G. And that interests you?

Capt. G. It's part of my profession, y'know, and my profession is a good
deal to me. Everything in a soldier's equipment is important, and if we
can improve that equipment, so much the better for the soldiers and for
us.

Mrs. G. Who's "us"?

Capt. G. Jack and I; only Jack's notions are too radical. What's that
big sigh for, Minnie?

Mrs. G. Oh, nothing--and you've kept all this a secret from me! Why?

Capt. G. Not a secret, exactly, dear.
I didn't say anything about it to
you because I didn't think it would amuse you.

Mrs. G. And am I only made to be amused?

Capt. G. No, of course. I merely mean that it couldn't interest you.

Mrs. G. It's your work and--and if you'd let me, I'd count all these
things up. If they are too heavy, you know by how much they are too
heavy, and you must have a list of things made out to your scale of
lightness, and--

Capt. G. I have got both scales somewhere in my head; but it's hard to
tell how light you can make a head-stall, for instance, until you've
actually had a model made.

Mrs. G. But if you read out the list, I could copy it down, and pin it
up there just above your table. Wouldn't that do?

Capt. G. It would be awf'ly nice, dear, but it would be giving you
trouble for nothing. I can't work that way. I go by rule of thumb. I
know the present scale of weights, and the other one--the one that
I'm trying to work to--will shift and vary so much that I couldn't be
certain, even if I wrote it down.

Mrs. G. I'm so sorry. I thought I might help. Is there anything else
that I could be of use in?

Capt. G. (Looking round the room. ) I can't think of anything. You're
always helping me you know.

Mrs. G. Am I? How?

Capt. G. You are of course, and as long as you're near me--I can't
explain exactly, but it's in the air.

Mrs. G. And that's why you wanted to send me away?

Capt. G. That's only when I'm trying to do work--grubby work like this.

Mrs. G. Mafflin's better, then, isn't he?

Capt. G. (Rashly. ) Of course he is. Jack and I have been thinking along
the same groove for two or three years about this equipment. It's our
hobby, and it may really be useful some day.

Mrs. G. (After a pause. ) And that's all that you have away from me?

Capt. G. It isn't very far away from you now. Take care the oil on that
bit doesn't come off on your dress.

Mrs. G. I wish--I wish so much that I could really help you. I believe I
could--if I left the room. But that's not what I mean.

Capt. G. (Aside. ) Give me patience! I wish she would go. (Aloud. ) I
assure you you can't do anything for me, Minnie, and I must really
settle down to this. Where's my pouch?

Mrs. G. (Crossing to writing-table. ) Here you are, Bear. What a mess you
keep your table in!

Capt. G. Don' ttouch it. There's a method in my madness, though you
mightn't think of it.

Mrs. G. (At table. ) I want to look--Do you keep accounts, Pip?

Capt. G. (Bending over saddlery. ) Of a sort. Are you rummaging among the
Troop papers? Be careful.

Mrs. G. Why? I sha'n't disturb anything. Good gracious! I had no idea
that you had anything to do with so many sick horses.

Capt. G. 'Wish I hadn't, but they insist on falling sick. Minnie, if
1 were you I really should not investigate those papers. You may come
across something that you won't like.

Mrs. G. Why will you always treat me like a child? I know I'm not
displacing the horrid things.

Capt. G. (Resignedly. ) Very well, then. Don't blame me if anything
happens. Play with the table and let me go on with the saddlery.
(Slipping hand into trousers-pocket. ) Oh, the deuce!

Mrs. G. (Her back to G. ) What's that for?

Capt. G. Nothing. (Aside. ) There's not much in it, but I wish I'd torn
it up.

Mrs. G. (Turning over contents of table. ) I know you'll hate me for
this; but I do want to see what your work is like. (A pause. ) Pip, what
are "farcybuds"?

Capt. G. Hah! Would you really like to know? They aren't pretty things.

Mrs. G. This Journal of Veterinary Science says they are of "absorbing
interest. " Tell me.

Capt. G. (Aside. ) It may turn her attention.

Gives a long and designedly loathsome account of glanders and farcy.

Mrs. G. Oh, that's enough. Don't go on!

Capt. G. But you wanted to know--Then these things suppurate and
matterate and spread--

Mrs. G. Pin, you're making me sick! You're a horrid, disgusting
schoolboy.

Capt. G. (On his knees among the bridles. ) You asked to be told. It's
not my fault if you worry me into talking about horrors.

Mrs. G. Why didn't you say No?

Capt. G. Good Heavens, child! Have you come in here simply to bully me?

Mrs. G. I bully you? How could I! You're so strong. (Hysterically. )
Strong enough to pick me up and put me outside the door and leave me
there to cry. Aren't you?

Capt. G. It seems to me that you're an irrational little baby. Are you
quite well?

Mrs. G. Do I look ill? (Returning to table). Who is your lady friend
with the big grey envelope and the fat monogram outside?

Capt. G. (Aside. ) Then it wasn't locked up, confound it. (Aloud. )
"God made her, therefore let her pass for a woman. " You remember what
farcybuds are like?

Mrs. G. (Showing envelope. ) This has nothing to do with them. I'm going
to open it. May I?

Capt.