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
She was away from home. That was so unfortunate.
If she had come when Hugo was ill in bed it
might have been all right. But now that he’s
almost well again....
MRS. CLOUSTON
When did you hear she was coming?
MRS. DE MULLIN
Only this morning. Here is what she says..
[_Produces telegram from pocket_.
MRS. CLOUSTON
_(reads)_
“Telegram delayed. Arrive mid-day. Seagrave.”
Seagrave?
MRS. DE MULLIN
Yes. She calls herself Mrs. Seagrave now.
MRS. CLOUSTON
_(nods)_
On account of the child, I suppose.
MRS. DE MULLIN
I suppose so.
MRS. CLOUSTON
I never could understand how Janet came to go so
wrong. _(Mrs. De Mullin sighs.)_ None of the _De
Mullins_ have ever done such a thing before.
MRS. DE MULLIN
_(plaintively)_
I’m sure she doesn’t get it from _my_ family.
MRS. CLOUSTON
Well, she must have got it from _somewhere_.
She’s not in the least like a De Mullin.
MRS. DE MULLIN
_(lamentably_)
I believe it was all through bicycling.
MRS. CLOUSTON
Bicycling?
MRS. DE MULLIN
Yes. When girls usen’t to scour about the
country as they do now these things didn’t
happen.
MRS. CLOUSTON
_(severely)_
I never approved of Janet’s bicycling you
remember, Jane.
MRS. DE MULLIN
Nor did I, Harriet. But it was no use. Janet
only laughed. Janet never would do what she
was told about things even when she was quite a
child. She was so very obstinate. She was always
getting some idea or other into her head. And
when she did nothing would prevent her from
carrying it out. At one time she wanted to
_teach_.
MRS. CLOUSTON
I remember.
MRS. DE MULLIN
She said girls ought to go out and earn their
own living like boys.
MRS. CLOUSTON
What nonsense!
MRS. DE MULLIN
So Hugo said. But Janet wouldn’t listen. Finally
we had to let her go over and teach the Aldenham
girls French three times a week, just to keep
her amused.
MRS. CLOUSTON
_(thoughtfully)_
It was strange you never could find out who the
father was.
MRS. DE MULLIN
_(sighs)_
Yes. She wouldn’t tell us.
MRS. CLOUSTON
You should have made her tell you. Hugo should
have insisted on it.
MRS. DE MULLIN
Hugo did insist. He was terribly angry with her.
He sent her to her room and said she was not to
come down till she told us. But it was no use.
Janet just stayed in her room till we had all
gone to bed and then took the train to London.
MRS. CLOUSTON
You should have locked her door.
MRS. DE MULLIN
We did. She got out of the window.
MRS. CLOUSTON
Got out of the window! The girl might have been
killed.
MRS. DE MULLIN
Yes. But Janet was always fond of climbing. And
she was never afraid of anything.
MRS. CLOUSTON
But there’s no late train to London.
MRS. DE MULLIN
She caught the mail at Weymouth, I suppose.
MRS. CLOUSTON
Do you mean to say she _walked_ all the way to
Weymouth in the middle of the night? Why, it’s
twelve miles.
MRS. DE MULLIN
She had her bicycle as I said.
MRS. CLOUSTON
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