The Last of the De Mullins: A Play Without a Preface — John Shaqi
The Last of the De Mullins: A Play Without a PrefaceHankin, St. John
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The Last of the De Mullins: A Play Without a Preface
Hankin, St. John
English drama -- 20th century
[_Tramps to and fro impatiently._
MRS. CLOUSTON
Really, Janet, I can’t think what’s the matter
with you. Do sit down and try and exercise some
selfcontrol.
JANET
I’ve no self-control where these Brendon people
are concerned. They get on my nerves, every one
of them.... Where’s Johnny?
MRS. DE MULLIN
In the garden, I think,
JANET
Sensible boy! He’s had enough of visitors for
one day, I’ll be bound. I’ll go out and join
him.
[_Goes out angrily._
MRS. CLOUSTON
I can’t think what’s come to Janet the last day
or two. Her temper gets worse and worse.
MRS. DE MULLIN
Perhaps it’s only the hot weather. No De
Mullin---
MRS. CLOUSTON
Nonsense, Jane, don’t be foolish. We can’t have
_Janet_ giving way to that sort of thing at her
age.
MRS. DE MULLIN
I’m afraid she is rather irritable just now. She
flew out quite savagely at Hester to-day just
after luncheon.
MRS. CLOUSTON
Why was that?
MRS. DE MULLIN
Because of something she had been teaching
Johnny. The Athanasian Creed I think it was.
Yes, it must have been that because Johnny asked
Janet what was meant by three Incomprehensibles.
Janet asked him where he had heard all that and
Johnny said Aunt Hester had taught it to him.
Janet was very angry and forbade Hester ever to
teach him anything again. Hester was quite hurt
about it.
MRS. CLOUSTON
Naturally. Still, I do think Hester might have
chosen something else to teach him.
MRS. DE MULLIN
That was what Janet said.
MRS. CLOUSTON
But that’s no reason why she shouldn’t behave
herself when visitors are here. She was quite
rude to Mrs. Bulstead. What they think of her
in London when she goes on like this I can’t
imagine.
MRS. DE MULLIN
Perhaps she isn’t like this in London.
MRS. CLOUSTON
Of course she is, Jane. Worse. Here she has the
restraining influences of home life. Whereas in
London, living alone as she does...
MRS. DE MULLIN
She has Johnny.
MRS. CLOUSTON
She has Johnny, of course. But that’s not
enough. She ought to have a husband to look
after her.
MRS. DE MULLIN
_(sighs)_
Yes.
[_Seats herself slowly beside her sister._
MRS. CLOUSTON
Where’s Hester?
MRS. DE MULLIN
At church, I expect.
MRS. CLOUSTON
Church! Why the girl’s always at church.
MRS. DE MULLIN
It’s a Wednesday. And it does no harm, I think.
MRS. CLOUSTON
Let us hope not, Jane.
[_De Mullin enters by the door on the left. He
has evidently got over his recent attack and
looks comparatively hale and vigorous._
MRS. DE MULLIN
Have you had your nap, Hugo?
DE MULLIN
Yes. The sunset woke me, I suppose. It was
shining full on my face.
MRS. DE MULLIN
What a pity it woke you.
DE MULLIN
It didn’t matter. I’ve slept enough... _(wanders
towards sofa, c.)_. Where’s Johnny?
MRS. DE MULLIN
In the garden, I think, with Janet.
DE MULLIN
_(wanders to window, c., and looks
out)_
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