The Benefit of the Doubt; a Comedy in Three Acts — John Shaqi
The Benefit of the Doubt; a Comedy in Three ActsPinero, Arthur Wing
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The Benefit of the Doubt; a Comedy in Three Acts
Pinero, Arthur Wing
English drama -- 19th century
JOHN.
No, no; it’s of no consequence——
OLIVE.
Dinner! dinner! if every woman in the world was weeping her heart out,
men would be found dining—feeding—feasting! What was I saying when
Quaife blundered in? Where was I?
JOHN.
[_Looking at her steadily._] Quite reasonable at last.
OLIVE.
[_After a brief pause, speaking gently again._] Oh, John——! [_Advancing
a few steps._] It was inconsiderate of me to break out in that way. But
I don’t mean half the brutal things I say; I never did.
JOHN.
You couldn’t have done so.
OLIVE.
Any jealous woman will tell you what a slave she is to her paroxysms.
Oh, they are dreadful, while they last! [_Agitatedly._] The flame behind
one’s eyes, the buzzing in the ears, the dry tongue, the thumping of the
heart——! [_Calming herself, breathlessly._] Thank God, I’m cured!
JOHN.
You’ve said something like this to me on other occasions.
OLIVE.
Never, under such extraordinary circumstances. [_Going to him._] The
fact that I can drag myself to you, in this spirit, after my defeat, for
the sake of a few words with you, must show you what an altered woman I
am. [_Sitting._] John, I felt I couldn’t go back to that lonely flat of
mine to-night without first proving to you how thorough my remorse is.
[_Looking round._] That dismal flat! [_In an altered tone._] You appear
to be extremely comfortable here.
JOHN.
Oh, it’s a little place—very cramped——
OLIVE.
This is where you gave me and papa tea once, when we were engaged to be
married.
JOHN.
I remember.
OLIVE.
And now——[_Excitedly._] Ha, I suppose I’m a fool not to indulge myself
just as luxuriously, just as——! [_She meets his eye and breaks off
shamefacedly. Faltering, with her hand to her brow._] Where was I—again?
JOHN.
You were engaged in demonstrating how thorough your remorse is.
OLIVE.
Oh, yes. [_Weakly._] After the case ended this afternoon I walked about
the streets quite light-headed, till I summoned up resolution to try to
find you. [_With an effort._] John, that—that lady——
JOHN.
What lady?
OLIVE.
[_Agitatedly._] Mrs. Fraser of Locheen.
JOHN.
Yes?
OLIVE.
[_Repressing her agitation._] Of course, the judge fully justified my
action by the very severe way he spoke of her.
JOHN.
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