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
Thank God, I’m able to do _that_! Sentimentally? Well, ninety-nine women
out of a hundred are kept fresh and sweet by nothing better than mere
sentiment. [_Sitting upon the settee, a little faintly._] Where’s ’Tina?
[OLIVE _turns and comes to her; she is wiping the tears from
her eyes_.
OLIVE.
You know, if you wished to have your revenge on me, you have it.
THEOPHILA.
Revenge? I?
OLIVE.
[_Turning from_ THEOPHILA, _her hand playing with the arm of the
chair_.] The services I thought you would allow me to render you are the
only means by which I could hope to get my husband to overlook my
behaviour of last night. He won’t speak to me to-day.
THEOPHILA.
I’m sorry.
OLIVE.
After what has happened my one hold on him is through the reparation I
could make you. And now—and now—you—— [_Throwing herself into the chair,
crying._] Oh, it’s like begging to you!
THEOPHILA.
Notwithstanding—all you’ve done—you’re anxious to make it up with your
husband, aren’t you?
OLIVE.
[_In a whisper._] You needn’t ask; you’ve heard all about it.
THEOPHILA.
Do you think that, with your nature, you could ever be happy with him,
and make him happy?
OLIVE.
I—I don’t—think of that.
THEOPHILA.
Well, I can’t say anything more than—I’m sorry.
[OLIVE _rises, and, with faltering steps, comes to her_.
OLIVE.
Excuse me being so persistent. [_Piteously._] You won’t accept my help?
[THEOPHILA, _leaning back with closed eyes, shakes her head._] You won’t
even—try?
THEOPHILA.
[_Faintly, almost inaudibly._] It would be of no use; I couldn’t.
OLIVE.
[_Drawing a long breath, her arms falling by her side._] Ah!
THEOPHILA.
I’m tired. Tell my sister——
OLIVE.
[_Goes to the upper door, opens it, and looks out._] Oh, Quaife, where
is Miss Emptage?
QUAIFE.
[_Out of sight._] In the dining-room, ma’am. Shall I——?
OLIVE.
[_Closing the door._] No, thank you. [_She goes to the dining-room door,
and opens it slightly, without withdrawing the_ portière.] Miss Emptage!
JUSTINA.
[_From the dining-room._] Here!
OLIVE.
Your sister wishes to return to her room.
[OLIVE _walks away and stands outside the window, as_
JUSTINA _enters and goes to_ THEOPHILA.
JUSTINA.
[_Raising_ THEOPHILA.] Where’s aunt? Why have they left you alone?
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