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ACT Three

SCENE: The same. Afternoon of the next day. JOAN and SASCHA. JOAN is rather drawing SASCHA out; he is sulky and uncommunicative. He is at the piano with sheets of manuscript paper open before him making notes for an arrangement.

JOANSomething certainly happened last night, but I can't discover what it is. It's very tantalizing! [SASCHA doesn't answer. She looks at him. He has been especially taciturn lately. Also, there are other things which make her less than contented with him.] Have you seen Hugo?

SASCHAYes.

JOANDid he say anything?

SASCHAWhat about?

JOANAboutanything.

SASCHAThere was some sort of row!

JOANWas there?

SASCHABetween him and Rand. I must say I blame Hugo for it.

JOANWhat was it about?

SASCHAI can't tell you exactly. I wish Hugo would forget this race business.

JOAN[Studying him.] Why do you want him to forget it?

SASCHAHe'll bring a lot of trouble on himself. He has already.

JOANYou manage to avoid trouble.

SASCHAIf everybody were as sensible about it as I am there'd be no problem.

JOANBy sensible you meanashamed.

SASCHAThere's too much said about it. It's not important.

JOANI notice any time the question comes up you shy off.

SASCHAWell, Hugo's too conscious about it. He's out of Germany now. Why doesn't he forget about it? It's the individual that's important.

JOAN[Slowly.] I understand better now, Sascha, your enthusiasm last night at the Pier dance for Lady Worrell.

SASCHAOh, that's it. Now it comes out. [As one above that sort of thing.] Jealous!

JOANIsn't she a bit elderly for you, Sascha?

SASCHAI think she's marvelous. She's a marvelous woman.

JOANHow could you tell?

SASCHAWell, she's sofor one thing, she's so musical.

JOANIs she?

SASCHAShe invited me to play at Brierly.

JOANDid you tell her your fee?

SASCHADon't be vulgar!

JOANWhen is it going to be?

SASCHAThursday.

JOANFunny she didn't invite me.

SASCHAI'll ask her if you like.

JOANNo, thanks. I'm proud. As long as you're back on Friday for our jaunt to Cornwall.

SASCHAOh, Joan . . .

JOANYes?

SASCHAI'm staying the week-end at Brierly.

JOAN[Who knew it was coming, flaring up.] Are you? What about our date for Friday?

SASCHA[Rather miserably. He has dreaded it.] I thought I'd better pass it up. On account of. . . Frankly, Lady Worrell can do a lot for me.

JOANI dare say she can. You'll meet a lot of duchesses at Brierly. You'll like that!

SASCHAWhat's wrong about liking duchesses? They're as good as other people, aren't they?

JOANBetter. Their blood is so much bluer! [A moment's pause.]

SASCHA[Deciding it's expedient to conciliate her, faces her.] I thought you were interested in my career. After all, I'm only doing it for you, you knowin a way. Once I get really established here in England I can turn my back on anybody I want to.

JOANCan you?

SASCHAExcept you. I can be independent. And then weyou and I

JOAN[Turns away from him.] No, Sascha, this is the end.

SASCHA[Aggrieved.] Simply because I'm going to Lady Worrell's for the week-end! [Realizes his mistake and controls himselfquietly.] Now, Joan, please, I'll get her to ask you and we'll go together.

JOANI don't want to go. I'm through.

SASCHAI'm not quite sure I understand.

JOAN[Turns on himemotionally.] I think you do! Not that I'm not in love with you. I am and I'll have to take it, but I've always felt it. You're cold and calculating, and this about muffling your race is characteristic!

SASCHAWhat do you want me to do? Shout it from the house-tops?

JOANIt's characteristic! Instead of being proud and thrilled about it you are ashamed. That's contemptible, Sascha.

SASCHAOh, come now, Joan, don't take it so big. We'll talk it over when I get back on Monday.

JOAN[Very quietly.] Will we?

SASCHAI'm going up to practice. [SASCHA walks up the stairs leaving her alone. She crosses to the piano seat and sits down. After a moment HUGO enters from the garden through the French windows.]

HUGOWhat's the matter, Joan?

JOAN[After a slight pause.] Well, the jig's up, Hugo. . . . Between Sascha and me. He prefers duchesses.

HUGODoes it surprise you that he should?

JOANYes. It surprises me.

HUGOBut why should it? Like so many insecure people, Sascha is a snob. [LAEL comes in. She takes them in. A moment's pause.]

LAELHello, Joan. You must have come back very late last night. How was the dance? Did you have a good time?

JOANNot very.

LAELI'm sorry. How was the Pier dance? Was it fun?

JOANIt was very fashionable. It was overrun with duchesses. I wonder, really, where the lower classes go to dance. [She goes out. LAEL watches her. A moment's pause.]

LAELWhat is it? Sascha?

HUGOYes.

LAELSascha's stupid.

HUGOYes. He is stupid. He is also cunning and unscrupulous and greedyand an exquisite artist, a superb artist!

LAELIt's unfair that these attributes should go together. Poor Joan! What a pity she can't love the artistand let the rest go!

HUGOPity the psyche isn't operable!

LAEL[Lightly.] According to youit is! An obsession, you say, may be destroyed! [He looks at her. A pause. He lights a cigarette. His hand trembles slightly as he does so. She notices it.] Hugo! Your hand is trembling. Hugo . . .

HUGONo sleep.

LAELI'm glad at least that you didn't sleep. I know I didn't. [RAND enters.] Oh, hello, Rand.

RAND[Stifflyit's a great effort for him to do it.] Herr Willens . . .

HUGOYes, Captain Eldridge.

RANDI want to apologize to youfor last night. For making a scene.

HUGOPlease don't. I understand it perfectly.

RANDWhether you understand it or notI beg you to accept my apology.

HUGOOf course. [To LAEL.] You will excuse me.

LAELYou needn't go, Hugo.

HUGOI want to speak to Sascha. [HUGO exits through French windows. LAEL looks at RAND. RAND is abject and broken. He has aged overnight. The fresh look in his face is gone. RAND looks at her, unable to speak. LAEL is stirred with pity for him.]

LAEL[Involuntarily, moving toward him.] Rand . . .

RAND[In a dim voice.] I beg youLaeldon't be nice to me!

LAEL[Devastated by him.] Rand!

RAND[In an ecstasy of self-reproach.] The Death of a Hero!

LAELWhat do you . . .

RANDThere was a picture of me once in the Sunday section of the newspaper in my home town. In colorvery beautiful. Crossed flags over my head. Rosy cheeks. Perfect uniform. Clear-eyed look. Heroic expression. I joked about it when I saw it but now I realizenow that it is gone foreverthat I took that picture seriously. I did. It was this picture of me which I've carried about in my mind all these years. It was my notion of myself. Decent fellow. Clean-cut. Well, he went to pieces last nightthis wonderful effigysmashed to bits like a lot of cheap crockery.

LAELAfter all, you thought you had some provocation. You mustn't . . .

RAND[Paring about.] Don't tell me. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to tear him to bits. I wanted to lynch him. [Faces her suddenly.] All last night I was upwalking those roadswishing I had him home. So I might lynch him. That's what I am!

LAELPoor Rand!

RANDThat's what I am!

LAEL[Rises and going to him.] In one way or anotherthat's what everybody is. Why do you suppose we're all staggering pitifully toward some incalculable abyss? Because, in one way or another, that's what everybody is. I'm sorry, Rand dear, that I had to take you out of the Happy Hunting Grounds into the Cave of Despair.

RAND[Sits in chair before her.] Well, you've done it all right.

LAEL[Gently.] Well, it's better than whistling away in the Never-Never Land.

RANDWhat is there left?

LAELInstead of an effigya human being.

RANDPretty poor specimen.

LAELNot so bad, really. I like you!

RAND[Bitterly, without looking at her.] Do you?

LAELNow you can begin to live more

RANDAfter all these years!

LAELWhy not? You're so young! And you'll find it's much more wholesome!

RAND[Jumps to his feet facing her.] Wholesome! Do you call this wholesome? Do you think that because I've apologized to him that I've forgiven him? Or you? Do you think my telling you cures me? I forced myself to apologize to him and while I was doing it Iand for me you're . . . in spite of anything I can say to myselfyou'reyou'retainted! Now you know!

LAEL[Greatly troubled.] Poor Randwhat have I done to you? [He looks at her a moment, turns and walks out swiftly. LAEL starts to follow him, stops, realizing that her explanation will only increase his despair. She is overwhelmed herself with a kind of despair. The difficulty and the complexity of bringing human motives into some conformity with sanity and decency overwhelm her. Into the disturbed silence comes the sound of SASCHA upstairs playing the "Intermezzo in A Major" by Brahms. She lights a cigarette. HUGO comes in. He looks at her a moment standing there and comes to her impetuously. He is very tense. He has reached a decision and he must unburden. himself to her.]

HUGOLaelI must speak to you.

LAELYes, Hugo . . . [Before he can go on HOBART enters. He sees them together; to him this is another "Love Scene." He is carrying a highball glass and crosses to the secretaire to mix himself another drink. He has been drinking steadily since last night. His eyes are bloodshot and he is quite drunk really but he holds his liquor wonderfully well, and, though he is quite shaky, you wouldn't know he was drunk first off unless you watched him closely.]

HOBART[Seeing them.] Well, still at it, I see! And so am I . . . [Holds up his glass.] . . . at this! Just different ways of killing time, that's all. I'm not what you call a drinking man ordinarily . . . [Takes a drink.] . . . but lot to be said for itmakes you see things inproportion! [To HUGO.] What is there about you fellows anyway that makes women go crazy about you? [To LAEL.] What is it, Lady Wyngate? Mystery? Romance? Passion? What is it?

LAEL[Starts to go.] Perhaps I'd better . . . Is Mrs. Eldridge? . . .

HOBARTDon't go. I'm not drunknot very, anyway. I won't be objectionablepromise. Been all day without a soul to speak to. Phoebe has one of her headachesshe's had 'em for years. You can't go near her when she has a headache. [With a glare at HUGO.] I can't anyway. [He and HUGO look at each other. HUGO says nothing. HOBART goes on, laughing boisterously.] Maybe you think it's on account of Phoebe I'm drinking? Do you think that is the sorrow I'm trying to drown? That's good! That's very good! I've got more to worry about than that, my good fellow. You'll be glad to hear, Lady Wyngate, that my negotiations with Lord Abercrombie have broken down.

LAELHave they? I'm sorry.

HOBARTWhy should you be sorry? Besides, you're not sorry! You're glad! He's a very clever man, isn't he, Lady Wyngate?

LAELYes. He's clever!

HOBARTKnows a hell of a lot, doesn't he? That little smile of histhose little wrinkled eyes. Well, I thought I had him. Thought he realized how serious things were for usthe haves against the have-notsthe last fight. Thought he knew it, thought I'd convinced him of it. Thought it was all settledfeather in my capwhen all of suddenlast nightfelt him slipping away from mehe began to jokelittle jokesflippantthen he told me . . .

LAEL[Curious.] What?

HOBARTThat, "on mature consideration," he'd decided the idea of Anglo-American Youth League wouldn't go down. He'd be glad to advise me on any project I'd care to undertake, but he made it clear he couldn't be in on it. Press of business in Londondemands of his papersall that rot. He'd just decidedGod knows what decided himto let me down. [Fanatically.] I tell you he doesn't understandnone of them understand!

LAELUnderstand what?

HOBART[Same voice.] The dangerthe danger they're heading forwe're all heading forall last night I sat up facing it. . . .

LAELFacing it! Facing what?

HOBARTLosing everything I have, my fortune, my position, everything I've worked for. For moneyfor moneyI've given up everything. My wife hates me, and my daughterall of thatbut my fortune and the power it gave mewere mine. Now they're threatened. They're in dangerterrible dangerand nobody'll do anything about itnobody. [Turns on HUGO suddenly.] They're in danger from you! You think it's my wife I'm worried about? I've got a deeper grievance against you than that. You think it's because you killed Christ that we fear and hate youNo! It's because you gave birth to Lenin!

HUGO[Murmuring.] You over-estimate us!

LAELReally, Hobart, you mustn't drink any more. . . .

HOBART[ln despair.] What is there left but to drink?

LAELNonsense. Your fortune'll last you your lifetime. You needn't worry.

HOBARTWhat do you know about itor the danger? Where it's a question of money in danger I'm as sensitive as a cat. I can tell you because I know. Better than Abercrombie with his cynical manner and his flippancy, better than anybody. We're doomedall of us rich men. It's a questionas such things are reckonedit's a question of minutesand it'll overwhelm us all.

LAELWell, you'll be no worse off than the rest of us, will you?

HOBARTNo worse off! No worse off! Where's the comparison? You don't care about money. You're sloppy about money. You don't love it as I do. You don't count on it as I do. It doesn't sustain you, it doesn't compensate you for everything else you've missed. And yet you say I'll be no worse off. You're as near-sighted as Abercrombie.

LAELHe has as much to lose as you. His lightness should give you hope.

HOBART[Contemptuously.] Abercrombie! He's just a newspaper mannot a financier! When the Last Trumpet calls, it'll be just another headline to him!

LAELWell, you've had your inningsand a very good time too. If you have to give waywell, put a good face on it. Buck up. Be sporting.

HOBARTCan'tcan't . . . Who's going to pay for everythingthat's what I'd like to know? [He again confronts HUGO.] Who's going to pay? Will you Communists pay?

HUGOIf you capitalists lend us the money . . .

HOBART[A bit taken back.] Well, you shan't have it! And there's Rand . . . [Very confidentially to HUGO.] Do you know what his expeditions have cost? Do you know what I've spent in my lifetime for hospitals, scientific research, even art? Who's going to pay after we're gone? Who's going to pay?

LAELBart, please . . .

HOBARTPoor Rand! Poor Rand! No more South Poles!

LAELBart, please . . . [Into the room from upstairs comes the sound of SASCHA playing the "Intermezzo in E Flat Minor" of Brahms.]

HOBART[Turning to LAEL for sympathy this time.] Do you know, since the surtax, my income's shrunk to nothing? Do you know what I pay each year to the GovernmentState and Federal? [He begins to weep. He becomes aware of the music and rushes to the foot of the stairs in the alcove, crying at he goes.] There's another one! Listen to him up there! [At the foot of the stairs.] Who's going to pay for your God-damn concerts! [Rushes to the secretaire and grabs a bottle of whiskey.] You'll see! [He starts out, crying like a baby, and through his blubbering says:] You'll want us back! [He goes out. There is an embarrassed pause. During the following scene between LAEL and HUGO, the Brahms goes on.]

HUGOTo have in the world only one thingand to face losing thatwell, as Sascha might say, it's no joke!

LAELIn the sixteenth centurywhen people went to the Tower to be executedit's always struck me how casually they died. Something beyond gallantry. Just before they put their heads on the blockit's extraordinary how they prayed for king and country. We've lost that.

HUGOThey merely faced death. Mr. Eldridge faces extinction.

LAELThat's true. Suspicion and fear . . . .

HUGOTo be accused simultaneously of killing Christ and giving birth to Leninquite a feat, I must say! Just the same, Mr. Eldridge would do pretty well if he had the upper hand.

LAEL[Smiling.] Hobart's an American and doesn't really understand democracy.

HUGOHe's drowning in a reality he doesn't understand. He hates me because . . .

LAELHe doesn't hate you. He's afraid of you. Suspicion and fear. They're suffocating the world.

HUGOHow're you going to get rid of them? Through some cosmic psycho-analysis?

LAELThrough understanding.

HUGOWhile you're understanding the enemy, he will destroy you.

LAELThe eternal impasse.

HUGOUnlessyou destroy him first.

LAEL[A moments pause.] You're inexorable, Hugo, ruthlessly analytical. You're always looking for the motive behind the motive.

HUGO[He looks at her a moment, then crosses to her, sitting beside her on the sofa.] Yesterday I fell in love.

LAELHugo.

HUGOAll through dinner, sitting near you in the car going to the cinema, in the theatreI was in love.

LAELI know. I too.

HUGOI thanked God for the miracle that filled me with longing for you. From my being alone, from my isolation, from the less than nothing I had to offer, from all these I gathered strength. When Mr. Eldridge turned on me, and Rand, too, I felt strong, omnipotentbut when you turned to me so magnanimously before them all, that did for me. I felt like a thief in the pillory to whom a sentimental bystander throws a rose.

LAELYour pride is devastating.

HUGOYes. And then I went up to my room. I sat at the window and looked over the garden, asleep in the moonlight. Enchantment. And suddenly the unreality of everything, of my presence here in this house overcame me. I thought: What can I hope forwhat can I foreseevistas of bliss in this pleasant country-housewith you. But what would it end ina self-indulgent day-dream. I thought: What am I doing here? What am I?

LAELWhat am I?

HUGOIt's your home. You belong here. But for me . . .

LAELBut, Hugo, don't you see? I wanted my love to shield you from the odium of a graceless world.

HUGOI hoped for lovewithout philanthropy.

LAELHow untrue half truths are. I sat up last night toothinkingabout Rand and youeverythingFor the first time in months it seemed to me I felt clearI felt free. I had thought that never again would I be lost in an emotion that I could accept entirely without reservation. To love and not to be ashamed to love. This miracle I felt would never happen to me againand now it has.

HUGO[Kisses her hand.] You are all there is left in the world for me to love. I'll never forget you. Your radiance, your goodness, your compassion.

LAEL[After a moment.] That has a valedictory sound, Hugo.

HUGOYes. I must leave you, I must go.

LAELWhere?

HUGOBack to Germany.

LAEL[Almost in terror.] Oh! But you can't go back, Hugo. They'llstop you.

HUGOI must risk it.

LAELDon't go, Hugo!

HUGOI must. I must. Look at my careera public taster of the artsa dilettante in everything, except that I was paid. Behind this decorative curtain I was forced to discover that there is a harsh reality. Well, I must investigate this reality further. To stay here, to go to America would only be a continuation of my life before. Intellectual squirearchy! I was able to feed my vanity with the comfort of knowing that I made and unmade reputations. LehrmannI made LehrmannI created a world in which Lehrmann was king; and what sort of a world is it? Out of egotism and vanity I created worlds without testing the foundations on which they rested. A criminal architect who builds houses that topple on their hapless tenants. I see now that there is only one thing left: To destroy the inhumanto discover humanity.

LAELYou talk about humanitydiscovering humanityas if it were an abstractionan essence like the elixir of life which you might find somewhere in a bottle and dispense. Hugo, listen, humanity is here, all around us. I tell you what I wish you'd do. Humor me. Let me take you for a holiday through our shires and let me show you our common folk. You'll find them kindly and gentle. In their faces you'll see how impossible, how far beyond them, are ferocity or brutality or mass-hate. Let me take you, Hugo, and you'll seeyou'll be comforted.

HUGOBut I don't want to be comforted. I don't want to be soothed. What you say about England is true. I feel it in you who are the best of England. But what right have I to this immunity? A sybarite in a famine.

LAELYou're an artist, Hugo. What have you to do with feuds and hatreds and rebellions? Can't you try to see it as I see it? You see, I believe in England. I believe in gradualness. I believe in muddling through. I believea poor foolish illusion, I supposeI believe that in the main people are reasonable and corrigible and sweetfragments of God.

HUGOThat isn't a belief. It's a mirage. A self-hypnosis. A wish-fulfillment.

LAELI allow for that. And is it your dream that the world, overnight, can be scrubbed clean of injustice and left glowing with humanity?

HUGOIt's that I must find certitude at last, and, having found it, if necessary, die for it.

LAELOr kill for it?

HUGOOr kill for it.

LAELYou are leaving to fight a mania as ravaging as a forest fire that burns down everything before it, leaving stumps and ashes where there had been strength and growth. I don't want it to consume you, Hugo, dearest Hugo. Don't go. You may be lost in itand to me.

HUGODearest LaelI can't stay because of one thingthat I remember the past year. And what I remember . . .

LAEL[Understanding completely.] Wouldn't let you rest.

HUGONo. I'm determined at last to view the worldincluding myselfcompletely without illusion. It's a matter of life and death. I see now that goodness is not enough, that kindness is not enough, that liberalism is not enough. I'm sick of evasions. They've done us in. Civilization, charity, progress, toleranceall the catchwords. I'm sick of them. We'll have to re-define our terms.

LAEL[Seeing the inevitability of their separation.] The iron has entered into your soul, Hugo. You have crossed some frontierinto some regionwhere I cannot follow you.

HUGOIf I can ever returnit will be to you.

LAEL[Faces him.] You will find me here. There is a genius for wandering and a genius for remaining behind. There is the shooting star and the fixed. Perhaps when you come backyou will find that in our own way we have realized your dream.

HUGOI know thisthat while you liveone needn't despair.

LAELThen you need never despair. For nothing will destroy me. [With deep feeling, her valedictory.] I shall live forever and so will you. Our enemies will beat against us and find that we have a strength beyond their clamor, beyond their forces. [HUGO and LAEL look deeply into each other's eyes without moving. Then Hugo turns and goes out. LAEL watches him until he has left the room, starts instinctively to follow him, stops: RAND enters from the garden.]

RANDLael! [LAEL stops but doesn't face him. She is looking away into some vision of her own.] Joan's just told me, Laelthat you never saw Willens until you met him in London. I can't tell you how I feelhow humiliatedIf there was any way I could make you see how deeply ashamed I amyou'dyou'd . . . [There is the sound of a motor leaving the driveway .]

LAELHugo's gone.

RANDI know now, Laelwhether he goes or staysthere's some awful fence in my mind and in my spirit, and you're on the other side, and no matter what I do I'll never be able to break through to younever.

LAELWe're all shut in behind our little fences, Rand

The Curtain Falls

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