ANN. And if I fail . . I'll never tell you . . to make a fool of you. And you're trembling. [_She sees his hand, which is on the table, shake._] ABUD. Look at that now. ANN. [_Lifting her own._] My white hands must redden. No more dainty appetite . . no more pretty books. ABUD. Have you learned to scrub? ANN. Not this floor. ABUD. Mother always did bricks with a mop. Tomorrow I go to work. You'll be left for all day. ANN. I must make friends with the other women around. ABUD. My friends are very curious about you. ANN. I'll wait to begin till I'm seasoned. ABUD. Four o'clock's the hour for getting up. ANN. Early rising always was a vice of mine. ABUD. Breakfast quickly . . . and I take my dinner with me. ANN. In a handkerchief. ABUD. Hot supper, please. ANN. It shall be ready for you. _There is silence between them for a little. Then he says timidly._ ABUD. May I come near to you? ANN. [_In a low voice._] Come. _He sits beside her, gazing._ ABUD. Wife . . I never have kissed you. ANN. Shut your eyes. ABUD. Are you afraid of me? ANN. We're not to play such games at love. ABUD. I can't help wanting to feel very tender towards you. ANN. Think of me . . not as a wife . . but as a mother of your children . . if it's to be so. Treat me so. ABUD. You are a part of me. ANN. We must try and understand it . . as a simple thing. ABUD. But shall I kiss you? ANN. [_Lowering her head._] Kiss me. _But when he puts his arms round her she shrinks._ ANN. No. ABUD. But I will. It's my right. _Almost by force he kisses her. Afterwards she clenches her hands and seems to suffer._ ABUD. Have I hurt you? _She gives him her hand with a strange little smile._ ANN. I forgive you. ABUD. [_Encouraged._] Ann . . we're beginning life together. ANN. Remember . . work's enough . . no stopping to talk. ABUD. I'll work for you. ANN. I'll do my part . . something will come of it. _For a moment they sit together hand in hand. Then she leaves him and paces across the room. There is a slight pause._ ANN. Papa . . I said . . we've all been in too great a hurry getting civilised. False dawn. I mean to go back. ABUD. He laughed. ANN. So he saw I was of no use to him and he's penniless and he let me go. When my father dies what will he take with him? . . . for you do take your works with you into Heaven or Hell, I believe. Much wit. Sally is afraid to die. Don't you aspire like George's wife. I was afraid to live . . and now . . I am content. _She walks slowly to the window and from there to the door against which she places her ear. Then she looks round at her husband._ ANN. I can hear them chattering. _Then she goes to the little door and opens it._ ABUD _takes up the candle_. ABUD. I'll hold the light . . the stairs are steep. _He lights her up the stairs._ The Voysey Inheritance 1903-5 THE VOYSEY INHERITANCE