Produced by David Widger PLAYS IN THE FOURTH SERIES THE FOUNDATIONS (An Extravagant Play) By John Galsworthy PERSONS OF THE PLAY LORD WILLIAM DROMONDY, M.P. LADY WILLIAM DROMONDY LITTLE ANNE MISS STOKES MR. POULDER JAMES HENRY THOMAS CHARLES THE PRESS LEMMY OLD MRS. LEMMY LITTLE AIDA THE DUKE OF EXETER Some ANTI-SWEATERS; Some SWEATED WORKERS; and a CROWD SCENES SCENE I. The cellar at LORD WILLIAM DROMONDY'S in Park Lane. SCENE II. The room of old MRS. LEMMY in Bethnal Green. SCENE III. Ante-room of the hall at LORD WILLIAM DROMONDY'S The Action passes continuously between 8 and 10.30 of a summer evening, some years after the Great War. ACT I LORD WILLIAM DROMONDY'S mansion in Park Lane. Eight o'clock of the evening. LITTLE ANNE DROMONDY and the large footman, JAMES, gaunt and grin, discovered in the wine cellar, by light of gas. JAMES, in plush breeches, is selecting wine. L. ANNE: James, are you really James? JAMES. No, my proper name's John. L. ANNE. Oh! [A pause] And is Charles's an improper name too? JAMES. His proper name's Mark. L. ANNE. Then is Thomas Matthew? JAMES. Miss Anne, stand clear o' that bin. You'll put your foot through one o' those 'ock bottles. L. ANNE. No, but James--Henry might be Luke, really? JAMES. Now shut it, Miss Anne! L. ANNE. Who gave you those names? Not your godfathers and godmothers? JAMES. Poulder. Butlers think they're the Almighty. [Gloomily] But his name's Bartholomew. L. ANNE. Bartholomew Poulder? It's rather jolly. JAMES. It's hidjeous. L. ANNE. Which do you like to be called--John or James? JAMES. I don't give a darn. L. ANNE. What is a darn? JAMES. 'Tain't in the dictionary. L. ANNE. Do you like my name? Anne Dromondy? It's old, you know. But it's funny, isn't it? JAMES. [Indifferently] It'll pass. L. ANNE. How many bottles have you got to pick out? JAMES. Thirty-four. L. ANNE. Are they all for the dinner, or for the people who come in to the Anti-Sweating Meeting afterwards? JAMES. All for the dinner. They give the Sweated--tea. L. ANNE. All for the dinner? They'll drink too much, won't they? JAMES. We've got to be on the safe side. L. ANNE. Will it be safer if they drink too much? [JAMES pauses in the act of dusting a bottle to look at her, as if suspecting irony.] [Sniffing] Isn't the smell delicious here-like the taste of cherries when they've gone bad--[She sniffs again] and mushrooms; and boot blacking. JAMES. That's the escape of gas. L. ANNE. Has the plumber's man been? JAMES. Yes. L. ANNE. Which one? JAMES. Little blighter I've never seen before. L. ANNE. What is a little blighter? Can I see? JAMES. He's just gone. L. ANNE. [Straying] Oh!... James, are these really the foundations? JAMES. You might 'arf say so. There's a lot under a woppin' big house like this; you can't hardly get to the bottom of it.