PERCY. Oh, let's drop it, Mother. Play something, Maggie. MAGGIE. I don't want to. MRS. M. Walter would like to hear something, wouldn't you, Walter? FOSTER. If Maggie feels like it. MAGGIE. She doesn't feel like it. MASSEY. Be as pleasant as you can, my girl--Charley's enough for one evening. _MAGGIE goes to the piano and sitting down plays noisily with both pedals on, the chorus, "Off to Philadelphia."_ MRS. M. Maggie, it's Sunday! MAGGIE. I forgot! MRS. M. You shouldn't forget such things--Sybil, my dear-- SYBIL. I don't play. MASSEY. Rubbish! Come on! _SYBIL goes to the piano and PERCY follows her._ PERCY. [_very near to SYBIL and helping to find the music._] Charley is a rotter! What d'ye think he was telling me the other day? SYBIL. I don't know. PERCY. Told me to be sure I'd got the right girl. SYBIL. Brute! PERCY. What do you think I said? Darling! _Kisses her behind music._ MASSEY. [_looking round._] Take a bigger sheet. _SYBIL sits at piano quickly and plays the chorus to "Count your many Blessings."_ _To which they all sing--_ Count your blessings, count them one by one, Count your blessings, see what God has done. Count your blessings, count them one by one, And it will surprise you what the Lord has done. CURTAIN ACT IV _SCENE:--Sitting-room at 55 Acacia Avenue. Early morning._ _LILY discovered, cutting sandwiches. Ring at door. LILY admits MAGGIE, who is dressed for the shop._ LILY. [_rather nervously._] You, Maggie! How early. What is it? MAGGIE. I've come to help Mr. Tennant off, Lil. Where's Charley? Is he up? LILY. Oh, yes. [_MAGGIE goes to the garden door and stands looking out._] He's been up a long while. MAGGIE. So the great day has come. [_Turning._] Is Charley going, or isn't he, Lil? LILY. [_nervously and avoiding MAGGIE'S eyes._] No, of course not. MAGGIE. Why not? LILY. Because--why, how can he? [_Tearfully._] Don't speak in that tone, Maggie. MAGGIE. He would have decided to go, if you had encouraged him. LILY. I _did_ encourage him. You heard me last night. I told him--and I told him again after we got home--"If you want to go, I'll never stand in your way." MAGGIE. Yes, I heard. Is that how you told him last night? LILY. It doesn't matter how I said it. He'll get over it. Everybody says he will--except you. And how could he go? It's just an idea he's got over Mr. Tennant. MAGGIE. [_angrily._] Of course it's Mr. Tennant. Everybody speaks as if Mr. Tennant was a wicked person going round tempting poor husbands to desert their wives. "It's all that Mr. Tennant." "What a blessing when that man goes," etc., etc., as if he had a bad character. The truth is, that he's done a jolly good thing. He's stirred us all up. He's made us dissatisfied. LILY. What's the good of that? Nobody can make things different if they wanted to.