Michael and His Lost Angel: A Play in Five ActsJones, Henry Arthur
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Michael and His Lost Angel: A Play in Five Acts
Jones, Henry Arthur
Adultery -- Drama; Clergy -- Drama; England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Drama; English drama
tears up the letter in little pieces, watches them burn._) It's done!
I've conquered! Now I shall be at peace.
(_Sits himself resolutely at table, reads. A little tap at the door,
he shows surprise; the tap is repeated, he rises, goes to door, opens
it. At that moment AUDRIE'S face appears at the right-hand window for
a moment. He looks out, stays there a moment or two, closes door,
seats himself again at table, reads. The tap is repeated; he rises,
AUDRIE appears at door, he shows a moment of intense delight which he
quickly subdues._)
AUDR. May I come in? (_Pause._) You are busy--I'll go--
MICH. No--(_She stops on threshold._) Come in.
_She enters. He stands motionless at table. Sunset without. It
gradually grows darker._
MICH. What brings you here?
AUDR. You did not expect me. You aren't accustomed to entertain angels
unawares--even bad ones.
MICH. (_his voice thick and a little hoarse_). Your boat, your
companions?
AUDR. I have no boat, and no companions.
MICH. (_horrified, delighted_). You're alone?
AUDR. Quite alone.
MICH. How did you come here?
AUDR. By the simplest and most prosaic means in the world. This
morning I took the train to Lowburnham to do some shopping. As I was
coming back to the station, a boy put this little handbill into my
hand. (_Showing a little yellow handbill._) Afternoon excursion to
Saint Decuman's and Saint Margaret's Isles. I had an impulse--I obeyed
it. I telegraphed to Cleveheddon for a boat to meet me here at
six--(_takes out watch_)--it only wants ten minutes--and took the
excursion steamer. They all landed here for half-an-hour. I hid myself
till after the steamer had gone. Then I came up here to your cottage.
I heard some voices, so I hid again--who was here?
MICH. Only my secretary and my uncle Ned.
AUDR. The Catholic priest. I saw a boat leaving--it was they?
MICH. Yes.
AUDR. They're not coming back?
MICH. No.
AUDR. You're annoyed with me for coming?
MICH. No, but wasn't it a little--imprudent?
AUDR. Oh, I must do mad things sometimes, just to preserve my general
balance of sanity. Besides, my boat will be here in ten minutes.
(_Pause._)
AUDR. How strange we should be here alone!
MICH. The only two beings on this island--we two!
AUDR. And our two souls.
MICH. I wish you wouldn't jest with sacred things.
AUDR. I won't. (_Suddenly, impulsively._) I want to be good! Help me
to be good! You think I'm foolish and light and frivolous! Well,
perhaps I am, but when I'm with you I'm capable of anything,
anything--except being an ordinary, average, good woman.
MICH. But isn't that all that is required of a woman?
AUDR. Perhaps. It's rather a damnable heritage, isn't it? And I'm not
a barn-door fowl.
MICH. What are you?
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