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
SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD.
[_Abstractedly._] I am off; I am off. [_Stopping at the door, looking at
the table, and slowly tapping his forehead._] Pens—paper; two p.’s.
[_He goes out._ FRASER _comes to the dining-room door, and
carefully draws the_ portière; _then he walks away as_
MRS. CLOYS _enters by the upper door with_ THEOPHILA
_leaning upon her arm_. THEOPHILA _is dressed as in the
preceding Acts, but without bonnet or cape_. MRS. CLOYS
_places_ THEOPHILA _upon the settee, then goes out at
the window, and disappears_. FRASER _takes a chair and
sits_.
FRASER.
You—you are very ill, Theophila?
THEOPHILA.
[_In a low, level, weary voice, her eyes turned from him._] No; I have
just escaped being ill, they say.
FRASER.
I have been out all night, taking steps to find you; your aunt’s
telegram did not reach me till late this morning. I hurried here
directly.
THEOPHILA.
[_Indifferently, her thoughts elsewhere._] Oh?
FRASER.
I hope they told you so.
THEOPHILA.
Yes—I think they did. [_Rousing herself slightly._] When did you receive
the news that I’d—I’d——?
FRASER.
That you had——?
THEOPHILA.
Run away?
FRASER.
Justina came to Lennox Gardens last night at about half-past six.
THEOPHILA.
It hadn’t struck you as at all likely——?
FRASER.
No.
THEOPHILA.
Men _don’t_ think on some points, I suppose. They hit; they never expect
to see a bruise.
FRASER.
The two days we passed in Court, Theophila, set me quite beside myself.
I am here to express my deep, my unfeigned regret for my treatment of
you. I—I humbly beg your pardon.
THEOPHILA.
[_Looking at him for the first time, in an expressionless way._] You
know what happened last night?
FRASER.
[_With assumed indifference._] Mrs. Cloys—told me—[_with a wave of the
hand_]—oh, yes.
THEOPHILA.
I asked her to tell you all. She has told you _all_?
FRASER.
[_Nodding agitatedly._] For God’s sake, let us never again refer to the
subject. Forget my share of yesterday and I will forget yours. [_Moving
his chair to the head of the settee, to be nearer to her._] Theophila,
everything you planned that we should do to reinstate you shall be done;
I am prepared to go in with your schemes, heart and soul; all your
suggestions shall be acted upon promptly.
THEOPHILA.
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