Green Stockings: A Comedy in Three ActsMason, A. E. W. (Alfred Edward Woodley)
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Green Stockings: A Comedy in Three Acts
Mason, A. E. W. (Alfred Edward Woodley)
Comedy plays; England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Drama
clean claret glass and a high-ball glass, containing a small quantity
of whiskey and soda. On either side of the table are chairs. On the
back flat, to each side of the doors, are candle brackets. Before
curtain rises, the clock off stage (same as used in previous act)
chimes ten. Curtain rises on the first stroke, after the usual
Westminster prelude. Dinner is over. The lamps are lit and doors at
back closed_. CELIA _sits to_ R. _of table, dipping her fingers in
finger-bowl. She is in the black dress and shawl of the preceding
act_. SMITH _is to the left. He is intent upon explaining something
to_ CELIA, _and she is listening with most apparent interest. At rise
of curtain_.
SMITH. (_Continuing his description_) It was the usual sort of
formation when a small force gets caught in the open--a square with
the maxims at the corners. We had only two,--one--here--at the tip of
the nut-crackers, and the other here--at the end of the knife-handle.
(_He has made a square with dessert knives and nut-crackers on the
tablecloth. To illustrate the position of the maxims he uses nuts_.)
CELIA. Only two!
SMITH. We should have liked some more, of course. But we'd have
gotten along all right if this fellow here--(_Touching one of the
nuts_)--hadn't jammed.
CELIA. Oh! What happened then?
SMITH. The Somalis at the corner charged. From here, from here, from
here, others swept round and flung themselves upon the back of their
companions. Imagine a huge wedge and an enormous hammer pounding
behind it. They split our ranks in a second. It was a surprise that
took you by the throat. You heard the maxim talking to 'em like a
father, and, by George, there they were in the hollow of the square,
stabbing at our backs.
CELIA. (_With much admiration_) Oh--and where were _you?_
SMITH. (_In square_) Here.
CELIA. There?
SMITH. Yes. (_He takes a peach_.) That's me. (_Places it in the
square_.)
CELIA. Ah! There! _You_ were there?
SMITH. Oh, I was all right. We faced the rear ranks about and drove
'em out of it. It was messy. You see, we could only use the bayonet
inside the square. In a little while we got the maxim going again and
made 'em respectful. However, they hung around us and we couldn't move
along very fast. That was our trouble. For we had to move along, we
were short of water and a day's march from the wells.
CELIA. Oh!
SMITH. So, you see, it was necessary that as soon as night came,
someone should get through and bring relief.
CELIA. (_With much appreciation_) I know what happened. I know!--You
volunteered----
SMITH. (_Looks at her; his eyes accept her homage and thank her. He
laughs happily_) Yes. Between you and me--it was safer outside the
square.
CELIA. (_Reproachfully_) Oh--!
SMITH. Well--I wasn't in command. So I could volunteer.
CELIA. And got the D. S. O. in consequence.
SMITH. And a drink a day before the others. I'll get a step, too, I
think.
CELIA. Then you'll be general, won't you?
SMITH. Brigadier----
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