What Every Woman KnowsBarrie, J. M. (James Matthew)
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What Every Woman Knows
Barrie, J. M. (James Matthew)
Comedy plays; Man-woman relationships -- Drama
MAGGIE. I wouldn’t dream of it without that condition.
JOHN. Then you ARE thinking of it?
MAGGIE. Poof!
DAVID. It’s a good arrangement for you, Mr. Shand. The chances are
you’ll never have to go on with it, for in all probability she’ll marry
soon.
JAMES. She’s tremendous run after.
JOHN. Even if that’s true, it’s just keeping me in reserve in case she
misses doing better.
DAVID [relieved]. That’s the situation in a nutshell.
JOHN. Another thing. Supposing I was to get fond of her?
ALICK [wistfully]. It’s very likely.
JOHN. Yes, and then suppose she was to give me the go-by?
DAVID. You have to risk that.
JOHN. Or take it the other way. Supposing as I got to know her I COULD
NOT endure her?
DAVID [suavely]. You have both to take risks.
JAMES [less suavely]. What you need, John Shand, is a clout on the head.
JOHN. Three hundred pounds is no great sum.
DAVID. You can take it or leave it.
ALICK. No great sum for a student studying for the ministry!
JOHN. Do you think that with that amount of money I would stop short at
being a minister?
DAVID. That’s how I like to hear you speak. A young Scotsman of your
ability let loose upon the world with L300, what could he not do? It’s
almost appalling to think of; especially if he went among the English.
JOHN. What do you think, Miss Maggie?
MAGGIE [who is knitting]. I have no thoughts on the subject either way.
JOHN [after looking her over]. What’s her age? She looks young, but they
say it’s the curls that does it.
DAVID [rather happily]. She’s one of those women who are eternally
young.
JOHN. I can’t take that for an answer.
DAVID. She’s twenty-five.
JOHN. I’m just twenty-one.
JAMES. I read in a book that about four years’ difference in the ages is
the ideal thing. [As usual he is disregarded.]
DAVID. Well, Mr. Shand?
JOHN [where is his mother?]. I’m willing if she’s willing.
DAVID. Maggie?
MAGGIE. There can be no ‘if’ about it. It must be an offer.
JOHN. A Shand give a Wylie such a chance to humiliate him? Never.
MAGGIE. Then all is off.
DAVID. Come, come, Mr. Shand, it’s just a form.
JOHN [reluctantly]. Miss Maggie, will you?
MAGGIE [doggedly]. Is it an offer?
JOHN [dourly]. Yes.
MAGGIE [rising]. Before I answer I want first to give you a chance of
drawing back.
DAVID. Maggie.
MAGGIE [bravely]. When they said that I have been run after they were
misleading you. I’m without charm; nobody has ever been after me.
JOHN. Oho!
ALICK. They will be yet.
JOHN [the innocent]. It shows at least that you haven’t been after them.
[His hosts exchange a self-conscious glance.]
MAGGIE. One thing more; David said I’m twenty-five, I’m twenty-six.
JOHN. Aha!
MAGGIE. Now be practical. Do you withdraw from the bargain, or do you
not?
JOHN [on reflection]. It’s a bargain.
MAGGIE. Then so be it.
DAVID [hurriedly]. And that’s settled. Did you say you would take it
hot, Mr. Shand?
JOHN. I think I’ll take it neat.
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