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THE PAPER CAVALIER A COMEDY IN TWO ACTS By BEULAH KING „ Author of "The Importance of Pam," "Poor Dear Uncle James!" ** His Sisters," etc. Copyright, 1921, by- Fitzgerald Publishing Corporation •^|• Fitzgerald Publishing Corporation Successor to Dick & Fitzgerald 18 Vesey Street New York \3Z1 ©CI.D 58908 OCT 18 1921 The Paper Cavalier CHARACTERS Charles Wainwright. Cecile Wainwright His niece . John Mariot An aviator Anne Hobson Companion to Cecile Mrs. Dawes Housekeeper Susan A maid Time. — The present. Locality. — Any country estate. Time of Playing. — About one hour. COSTUMES AND CHARACTERISTICS Charles Wainwright, a dignified, rather handsome man of about 45 ; wears a dark business suit. Act I, Scene II, bathrobe and slippers. Cecile Wainwright, a beautiful girl of about 20, stylishly dressed. Act I, Scene II, evening dress. Act II, evening dress, also a large heavy coat, or a fur coat. John Mariot, a fine-looking young man of about 28, wearing the costume of an aviator, leather coat, gaiters, etc. Anne Hobson, a tall, slender girl of about 30, most severely groomed, wearing huge bone spectacles. The most that can be said in Miss Hobson 's favor is that she has possibilities. Act I, Scene II, wears a pretty even- ing dress and is very much improved in appearance, having discarded the spectacles. Act II, Scene I, an attractive morning dress. Scene II, evening dress. 3 4: The Paper Cavalier Mrs. Dawes, a plump, comfortable-looking person of about 50, wearing very neat house dress. Act I, Scene II, wears nightgown, hair done up in curlers. Susan, a young girl of about 22, wearing the regular maid's costume. Act I, Scene II, nightgown. STAGE DIRECTIONS As seen by a performer on the stage facing the audi- ence, R. means right hand ; l., left hand ; up, toward back of stage ; down, toward footlights. The Paper Cavalier ACT I SCENE. — The private sitting-room of Cecile Wain- WRiGHT in the tower of Castle Dreariedum, the country estate of her uncle. A circular room with a door r. leading into a small hallway which con- nects the rooms of the suite. The left and hack walls contain windoivs arranged at equal intervals and between the windows are bookcases filled with didl-covered sets of books, down stage r. a secre- tary with low chair. Writing material in secretary. DOWN stage l. is a chaise-longue with cushions, and beside it a reading-table with lamp. A framed pic- ture of a cavalier is hidden under the cushions. There is nothing about the room to indicate that its future inhabitant is a beautiful young lady. At rise of curtain the stage is empty. ENTER Mrs. Dawes, followed by Mr. Wainwright. Mr. Wainwright. You iinderstand, Mrs. Dawes, that it is only the unusual circumstances of the case that compel me to put my niece in the tower suite. Mrs. Dawes. I do, sir. Mr. W. You think she would be comfortable here ? Mrs. D. I haven't a doubt of it, sir. Didn't Miss Cressenden prefer it and ask to be put here on her sec- ond visit to the Castle ? Mr. W. Ah, yes, Mrs. Dawes, but my niece is so dif- ferent from Miss Cressenden. Miss Cressenden was such a quiet, studious young lady and not a bit attracted to the opposite sex. {With some asperity) It was not necessary to guard her from the chauffeur. 5 6 The Paper Cavalier Mrs. D. If I may fake the liberty to say so, sir, I think you are a bit hard on Miss Ceeile. Such a dear, affectionate child! Mr. W. Come, come, Mrs. Dawes, it won't do at all for you to get sentimental about her. It isn't like you. Mrs. D. I hate to feel myself her warden, sir. Mr. W. But, my dear woman, it is for her own good. When a young lady becomes engaged three times before she is twenty she needs looking after. Mrs. D. (slyly). But you'll admit a young lady can't help it if she's attractive. As I heard from her own maid, the men are mad about her. Mr. W. (pacing hack and forth). So it seems, Mrs. Dawes, so it seems, and for just that reason her father has sent her to me. There are no neighbors here, no so- ciety events. My chauffeur has been married these fif- teen years. My footman is a grandfather and all my visitors are, like myself, past the age of romance. Mrs. D. (looking at him with mournful eyes). Ah, sir, what are you saying? You have yet to live a ro- mance. Mr. W. (who has heard this talk before). Eemember, I want you to have full charge of her. Such a mission would be quite out of the question, so far as I am con- cerned. I trust you implicitly. Mrs. D. (with a curtsey). Thank you, sir. Mr. W. My niece is bringing with her a young lady as companion. Mrs. D. Oh indeed, sir. Mr. W. a Miss Hobson; quiet and resourceful, as I understand it, who will be with her constantly, Mrs. D. That's nice. It will keep her from being lonely. Mr. W. Miss Hobson 's chief duty, I believe, is to see that my niece engages in no retrospective moods, senti- mental raptures or vain regrets. Mrs. D. Ah, yes, sir. Mr. W. To see that she posts no letters except the daily one to her father. (Suddenly) Of course, I know nothing positive of Miss Hobson, whether she is The Paper Cavalier 7 trustworthy or not — that is for you to find out. You are to watch proceedings and to report everything to me. Her father has put great trust in me. Mrs. D. There can be absolutely no chance, sir, of her meeting a man in the tower of Dreariedum. ENTER Susan. Susan. Miss Wainwright has arrived, sir, and is waiting for you in the lower hall. Mr. W. I will go down directly. (EXIT Susan) Now, Mrs. Dawes, I think everything is clear to you as far as my niece is concerned. Mrs. D. Absolutely, sir. Mr. W. (hating to say it). And there is nothing to offend — that is, go against our plans, or — er — er remind her there is a world of men? Mr. D. Nothing, sir. Mr. W. (starting to v.). Very well. [EXIT Mr. W. Mrs. D. (for a second after he has gone, stands inde- terminate, then she goes to the chaise-longue, takes from behind the cushions a framed picture of a charming cav- alier and regards it solemnly). 1 don't see the wrong in it. You belong here, if you are a man. I believe I '11 hang you up after all. (Looks about room for a fitting place) You can't do any harm, and the poor child doesn't want to forget what a young man looks like. (Takes the chair hy the secretary, moves it to c. against rear wall and hangs the portrait between the ivindows. Getting down and surveying it) You do look a bit devilish with that pose, but then you're only paper! ENTER Miss Anne Hobson. Miss Hobson. Mrs. Dawes? (Offers her hand) Mrs. D. (shaking hands with her). Yes — I am Mrs. Dawes. Miss H. And I am Anne Hobson, companion to Miss Wainwright. Mrs. D. (a bit dazed). Yes, yes, of course. Miss H. Perhaps you didn't expect to see a person just like me. 8 The Paper Cavalier Mrs. D. Well — perhaps not, exactly. Miss H. {rather stiffly). I hope we are to be friends. Mrs. D. (laugJiing). Put it companions in misery, my dear. Miss H. Misery? Mrs. D. Well, I don't know what you'd call it, but I call it misery to keep watch over a nice innocent young lady like Miss Cecile. Miss H. But she should not be unhappy about it. Why, I think it's wonderful here, so quiet and restful, and such a library — books upon books. I got a peep at them as I came up the staircase and I was simply thrilled. Mrs. D. Oh, my soul ! Miss H. Don't you like books? Doesn't the sight of them just thrill you ? Mrs. D. Yes, but you're young. You ought to be living, not reading. Books are for the old. Miss H. I admire books. They are my life. Mrs. D. (aghast). Don't you like to go to places and meet people? Miss H. I'd much rather stay home and read. Mrs. D. [well aware that she is rude). Didn't you ever have a beau ? Miss H. Oh, never. Mrs. D. Then I don't wonder you didn't understand me when I spoke of companions in misery. (Regarding Anne solemnly) Well, I suppose you're the one for her. Poor child. Miss H. But why do you call her poor child? It is wonderful here with the birds and the flowers and her uncle and — me. Mrs. D. (shaking her head). Poor child! Has Thomas fetched the bags? Miss H. Oh, yes. Mrs. D. Perhaps you'd like to rest a bit. Miss H. I would. My head is so tired ! Mrs. D. Come with me and I'll show you the rooms. (^They start toward d. just as Cecile ENTERS running in and flinging herself in Mrs. Dawes' arms) The Paper Cavalier 9 Cecile (to Mrs. Dawes). You dear thing. I'm so glad to see you. You're the only one I cared about see- ing when dad told me I'd have to come here. I don't like Dreariedum, Mrs. Dawes. Mrs. D. No, no, of course not. But there, my dear, we must make the best of it. You never can tell what will turn up even at Dreariedum. Cecile {with a sigh). No, I suppose not, but still you've got to admit the outlook is trying. There's Hobby. She likes it. Can you imagine it? {Contem- plating Anne seriously) Well, as Mrs. Dawes says, you never can tell what will happen anywhere. Why, romance may be lurking in the very corners of this tower ! Miss H. {precisely). A tower has no corners. Cecile. Oh, Hobby, you're impossible. {Catching hold of her arm) Come on, let's get off our wraps and maybe you'll feel differently. {They go toward d., Ce- cile calling hack) Wait for us, Mrs. Dawes. I've just loads to say to you. [EXIT Anne and Cecile Mrs. D. {ivith a chuckle). I wiU. {Walks over to the portrait she has just hung and talks to it) She didn't notice you, sir, and I feel easier about letting you stay. {Shaking her finger at it) It's a great privilege I'm allowing you, for she's a very beautiful lady. But there, I suppose you'll fall in love with the other one. (ENTER Mr. W., hears her talking and steps hack) — just the perverseness of man, and you're no exception if you did live a hundred years ago. {Sees Mr. Wainwright) Begging your pardon, sir. It's only me. Mr. W. But certainly I heard voices. Mrs. D. My voice, sir. Mr. W. Talking to? Mrs. D. {shamefacedly). Nobody, sir. (He looks surprised) It's just a way I have. Mr. W. {protesting). But, Mrs. Dawes Mrs. D. I know, sir, it's an annoying way, but I think it must be the loneliness here that has brought it about. 10 The Paper Cavalier Mr. W. Very likely, very likely, but I would try and overcome it if I were you. Mrs. D. I will, sir. {All tJie while she has been shifting positions to get his hack to the portrait; now she succeeds in one final manoeuvre) \ Mr. W. (in a low voice). Well, what did she say? Mrs. D. {still ruffled). Say, sir? Mr. W. About being in the tower. Mrs. D. Not a word against it, sir. Mr. W. Not even about climbing the stairs? Mrs. D. Not even about climbing the stairs. Mr. W. Really? {He is touched) Mrs. D. And that other one is quite mad about the place, if you 11 believe it, .sir. Mr. W. That other one? Mrs. D. Miss Hobson, sir. Mr. W. Ah yes, there was a Miss Hobson. I remem- ber now. Mrs. D. Didn't you speak with her, sir? Mr. W. Yes, yes, I met her on the stairs, but after that she quite slipped my mind. Mrs. D. Miss Cecile is looking well. {Clasping her hands) Such a beautiful child! Mr. W. If she acted as well as she looks she would be quite an angel. Mrs. D. (slyly). Ah, then you think she is beautiful? Mr. W. (smiling in spite of himself). My dear woman, I have eyes. Mrs. D. Pardon me, sir, but I didn't suppose you ever used them on a woman. Mr. W. (stiffens perceptibly). I came up here for the sole purpose of giving you one last instruction — at least I hope it is the last. Except when my niece is with me .she is to remain in the tower. Mrs. D. I understand, sir. [EXIT Mr. /Wainwright bowing Mrs. D. (looking after him). Such a man! Too bad! There's not a woman in New York but would have him — ^not a one I The Paper Cavalier 11 ENTER Susan. Susan. Charles sent me up — said as how you wanted me. Mrs. D. I do, Susan. You are to help me in the care of the suite. Susan. The suite they have shut up the beautiful lady in? Mrs. D. {laughing). Yes. Susan. Oh, my soul! Mrs. D. You don 't like the idea ? Susan. Don't like it? Mrs. Dawes, I'm her humble servant from this minute. Mrs. D. But your heart must be as stone, Susan. She is a prisoner. Susan. Lord, then it's true what I heard down- stairs. Mrs. D. Very likely it is. Susan. Poor dear ! Poor Miss Ceeile ! Mrs. D. Go into the bedrooms — on the right of the hall here, and unpack the young ladies' trunks. Miss Ceeile expects you. ENTER Cecile and Miss Hobson. Cecile {running to tlie chaise-longue). Was this chair always here? {To Mrs. Dawes) Or did you put it here especially for me ? [EXIT Susan, after allowing herself one peep at the beautiful lady. Mrs. D. Now, Miss Cecile. (Cecile drapes herself upon it) Cecile. You had it put here, you darling. Mrs. D. I held out strong for it, although your uncle did call it by some strange name and mumbled some- thing about a woman with a French name. (Miss Hob- son sits in chair hy secretary) Cecile. Really? Uncle Charles mumbled a woman's name? It can 't be possible ! Miss H. He probably had reference to Madam Re- camier who reclined frequently on a chair after this kind. 12 The Paper Cavalier Cecile. I'm sure she must have been interesting to have had a chair like this. You must tell me about her some day, Hobby. Miss H. {embarrassed) , Oh, no. {With a quick look at Mrs. Dawes) That is, I couldn't. Cecile. Why? Miss H. {stammering). Because — ^well, because she wasn't very nice. Cecile. Wasn't very nice? Why, Hobby, then she must be interesting and you've got to tell me about her. If you don't I shall tell Uncle Charles that you know about her. Miss H. {near tears). Oh, dear, you mustn't Cecile. But that's just what I do, you know — the things I mustn't. I'm like that. That's why I'm here. Mrs. D. (going down to c). Poor dear, did you feel bad about leaving New York? (Miss Hobson goes to window center rear) Cecile. Oh, Dawes, I was having the most. wonder- ful winter. I'd captured one Lord and two Counts, besides loads of millionaires' sons. (Miss Hobson gasps) Mrs. D. I haven't a doubt of it, dearie. Cecile. I wanted to marry the last count, but papa didn't see it that way. Miss H. {wJio has been looking out of the window). What a wonderful view ! Cecile (going to window). Let's see what's so won- derful. Miss H. I love it Cecile. Just sky, sky, sky ! And the gardens look a million miles away. Miss H. {rapturously) , Think of it! We can watch all the storms come up. Cecile {trying hard to find a word of praise). Yes, and it is a wonderful place to commit suicide. Just leap— and fall— fall— fall. Mrs. D. My dear^ you are morbid ! Miss H. (clapping her hands). Oh, see that bird! How close he flies, the dear little thing. He almost The Paper Cavalier 13 came in at the window. Look, look, he's lighted on the parapet. Cecile {curiously). What's back of the parapet? Mrs. D. a stone balcony. Cecile. And no stairs? Mrs. D. No stairs. Cecile. Not even a water spout? Mrs. D. Alas, no. Cecile (going to chaise-longue and sitting). What a life! Mrs. D. {following c). Ah, my dear, one can never tell what will turn up. Cecile. Well, I've made up my mind that whatever comes will have to come out of the sky. Nothing will get by Uncle Charles' dragons. (EXIT Mrs. Dawes) Hobby? ' Miss H. (going tach to secretary). Yes? Cecile. Did you ever hear the old -song — ''Reuben, Reuben, I 've been thinking what a sad world this would be, if the men were all transported far beyond the northern sea?" {Leans hack on the cushions) Miss H. No, I don't think I ever did. Cecile {earnestly). Hobby, don't you like the men? Miss H. No — that is, I don't know. Cecile {sitting up, with interest). You don't know! You mean Miss H. {shyly). 1 never knew any, except my fa- ther. Cecile. You never knew any except your father ! Miss H. No. Cecile. But wouldn't you like to know some? Miss H. {quietly). This is a rather poor place to suggest that, isn't it? Cecile {delighted) . Oh, Hobby, I believe you have a sense of humor. Miss H. I think I'd be afraid to meet them. Cecile. Oh no, you wouldn't. Miss H. Let's not talk about such things — men, I mean. Cecile {stubbornly). Yes, let's! 14 The Paper Cavalier Miss H. It's no use. There aren't any men here. Cecile {sarcastically) , Oh, aren't there? Miss H. Heavens, what do you mean ? Cecile {in the voice of an oracle). There is a man here for you. Miss H. {rising). A man here for mef Cecile. Um-um for you. Miss H. But what do you mean? Cecile. There is Uncle Charles! (Miss Hobson flops onto the chair) I have decided you are to marry Uncle Charles. Miss H. {exploding) . When did you decide that? Cecile. The day papa told me I was to have a com- panion down here. Miss H. Good land ! Cecile. Don't you think it nice? Doesn't the idea appeal to you ? Miss H. Not at all. As I told you before, I am not interested in men. Cecile {not to he outdone). That's because they have not been interested in you. But, Hobby, let me tell you something. Uncle Charles is wild about you. Miss H. Cecile Wainwright! Cecile. He is. Don't you breathe a word of this. Come here. (Miss Hobson goes to chaise-longue and flops weakly) . He told me so himself . {Surveying Mms Hobson) You ought to be desperately flattered. Miss H. But Cecile. He never looked at a woman before in all his forty-five years. Miss H. {incredulous, and speaking as if in a dream). He told you he was wild about me Cecile {wickedly) . Those were his words, dearie. Miss H. But I don't understand. No man ever cared for me. Cecile. . He does. {Close to her ear) Don't you think he's rather handsome? Miss H. Of course. Anyone would. Cecile. And what you've seen of him — ^terribly nice? The Paper Cavalier 16 Miss H. Oh, very! (Shyly) Cecile. And he's so lonely — so awfully lonely! Miss H. He must be! Cecile. Not a kindred spirit to talk to — year in and year out. You would be a kindred spirit. Miss H. Do you think so? Cecile. I do and I know he thinks so. Miss H. Did he say so? Cecile. No, he didn't say that exactly. Miss H. (excitedly). What did he say? Tell me. Cecile (leaning forward). He said you attracted him strangely. Miss H. But I only saw him a minute. Cecile. That doesn't matter. {In the tones of a clairvoyant) He felt it. Miss H. (her hand on her heart). Oh! Cecile. You have heard of such things. Miss H. Yes, and do you know I — I Cecile (tense). Yes? Miss H. I felt when I entered the gates here (Clos- ing her eyes), oh, so strange — as if Cecile (almost pushing her off the chair in her eager- ness to hear). Yes? Miss H. As if I might be going to live here. Cecile. You mean that this would be your home? Miss H. Just that. I never felt so about any other place — ever. Cecile. It's wonderful. I hear strange whisperings like prophecies. I — I smell romance. Miss H. (rising). Oh, I am dizzy. I — I never felt so strange before in all my life. Cecile. It's love entering your heart. (Rising and standing beside Miss Hobson) But listen, you must be calm — not rash. You must follow my instructions to the letter. Miss H. I will, I will. Cecile. There are some changes you must make. Miss H. Changes? Cecile. Yes, in your appearance. Miss H. (imiling). But I can't help the way I look. 16 The Paper Cavalier Cecile. Oh, yes, you can — immensely. — I have loads of clothes— enough for both of us and you shall wear some. (Surveying her) Then your hair. {Calmly) I think I '11 cut it off. Miss H. (clutching her hair). Cut my hair off! Cecile. No, on second thought I think I won't. I'll marcel it. Miss H. But my hair is impossible. Cecile. No hair is impossible. Then those atrocious goggles ! Miss H. (clutching them). But I can't give them up. I can't see well without them. Cecile. You don't want to see too much. I say they must go. Miss H. (wailing). Oh dear, I thought you said he was wild about me as I am. Cecile. So I did, but I want him to be wilder, a whole lot wilder. You promised you'd do as I said. Miss H. I will, but what if I couldn't see and should tumble down the whole length of the tower stairs? Cecile. All the better. He would pick you up and the joy of having you in his arms would make him real- ize what he has missed. Miss H. But I don't want to fall down the tower stairs. Cecile (dramatically). Not even to be held in his arms ? Miss H. (relenting) . We-11. Cecile. I would die willingly to-day — to-night, if it were in the arms of the man I loved. Miss H. But suppose I have headaches. I used to, you know, before I put on glasses. Cecile. You won't now. In a few days you won't know you have a head. You'll be all heart. Miss H. All heart? I can't imagine (Smiling), still — I do feel — most awfully happy. Cecile. Go to your room, I'll be in in a few min- utes. Miss H. Are you going to ^x me up? Cecile. Um-um for dinner to-night. The Paper Cavalier 17 Miss H. Oh! [EXIT Cecils {flopping in a cliair). Perhaps I'm wicked, but what else has life to offer here ? ENTER Mr. Wainwright. Mr. W. (going to Cecile and putting a kind hand on her shoulder). My dear, you look disconsolate. Cecile. I am. Mr. W. {turning away). I'm sorry. Cecile. I know and I suppose it isn't your fault. In fact, I'm sorry for you. Mr. W. {ivho has always considered himself lucky). Sorry for me? Cecile. You lead such a lonely life. Mr. W. I have never thought so. Cecile. Then you are all the more to be pitied. Mr. W. Come, come, my dear. Cecile {rising and going to him). Uncle Charles, didn't you ever love anyone? Mr. W. We are not to discuss such matters. We are to forget there is such a thing as — love. Cecile {stubbornly). But didn't you? Mr. W. No. Cecile. Then it's time you began. Why, Uncle Charles, you're handsome. Mr. W. {horrified). You aren't making love to me! Cecile {ivith a laugh). No, not exactly. Didn't a woman ever say that to you before? Mr. W. Never! Cecile. Uncle Charles, don't you think Miss Hob- son is nice? Mr. W. Yes, she seems to me to be a very nice sort. Cecile. But I don't mean a nice sort. Mr. W. I've scarcely seen her. Cecile. Your heart didn't thump the least little bit when you shook hands with her? Mr. W. My dear child, we had better drop the mat- ter here. Cecile {shaking him gently). Listen! Anne Hob- son is one of the dearest girls that ever lived. 18 The Paper Cavalier Mr. W. I don't dispute you. Cecile (impatiently) , Oh dear, that's what makes it so hard — ^that damned {He winces) indifference of yours. Mr. W. My dear ! Cecile. Well, it is damned, isn't it? It's ruined your life so far. Mr. W. It is most unbecoming in a young lady to use profane language. Cecile (laughing). Uncle Charles, I want to tell you something — about Anne Hobson. Mr. W. Whatever you like, my dear. Cecile. She has wonderful possibilities. Mr. W. Indeed! Cecile. She might be a raving beauty! Mr. W. Well, I wouldn't go that far. Cecile (in the voice of a charmer). Her hair is fine and silky — only she does it the wrong way. Her eyes are lustrous but she hides them behind those dreadful glasses. Her teeth are wonderful but she never smiles and her figure Mr. W. Yes, yes, that is enough but let's discuss something else. Must I remind you again that you are to forget Cecile (flinging her arms about him). Oh, Uncle Charles, I want to tell you something most awfully. Mr. W. Well? Cecile. Something to do with you and Anne. Mr. W. (shocked). Cecile! Cecile. No — no, don't be angry. Please say you want to hear it. Mr. W. But I don't. Cecile (slyly). Something she said about you, and she's awfully intelligent. Mr. W. (stiffly). She has scarcely seen me. Cecile. Ah, you old dear, she has seen you more than you think. Mr. W. What! Cecile. Yes, she has. Now do you want to hear it? Mr. W. I don't understand you. The Paper Cavalier 19 Cecile. It isn't necessary. One never understands matters concerning the heart. Mr. W. {with a smile). Indeed! Cecile. Listen, Uncle Charles. Mr. W. (amused). I'm listening. Cecile. Anne Hobson thinks you are wonaerful. She's madly and lastingly in love with you. Mr. W. (staggering) . Cecile! Cecile. She is. (He turns suddenly as if to make a holt for the door) Where are you going? (Catches hold of him) Mr. W. Down to the sanctity of my study. There is something in the air here. Cecile (excitedly). Oh, do you feel it? Do you? That's what she said. Mr. W. She! Cecile. Anne! Mr. W. (with a groan). Oh! Cecile. It is fate — oh dear, it is — it is something! Mr. W. It is madness! (He wrenches himself free) Cecile. No, no. Oh, Uncle Charles! (He holts and she after him, calling) Uncle Charles! Uncle Charles ! CURTAIN The curtain is lowered for a few minutes to denote the lapse of four hours. SCENE II SCENE. — Same as previous scene. At the rise of cur- tain the stage is empty and dark. A clock some- where strikes eleven. Cecile 's and Miss Hobson 's voices are heard off stage. The lights go on and they ENTER. They are hoth in evening dress. Miss Hobson much improved in appearance. Cecile. Well ! MissH. Well! 20 The Paper Cavalier Cecile. Are you satisfied with the way he acted toward you ? Miss H. {sitting in desk chair). No, I can't say he acted madly in love with me. Cecile {who is a hit discouraged about Jiis actions, too). My dear, he's too polite to show it the first night. Miss H. {mournfully). Perhaps. Cecile {bending over her). I caught him looking at you with love in his eye when you were eating your soup. Miss H. Oh! Cecile. And afterward when we went in the library he manoeuvred — yes, manoeuvred, to sit where he could get a good look at you. Miss H. {she is very honest). Oh, Cecile, I think if there was any manoeuvring done, he did it to get near the fire. Cecile (walking to other end of the room) . Hobby, you're prosaic. I know he wanted to get near the fire but you were near it, weren't you? And the firelight played wonderfully on your left cheek. {Turning and looking at her earnestly) I'm in love with you myself to-night. Really, I think I should have been a hair- dresser. Miss H. Do I really look nice ? Cecile. You do, dearie. Miss H. But he didn't say anything to me that was very — that is that would make me think Cecile. Of course not, but his glances spoke vol- umes and I know- his heart was thumping terribly. Miss H. I wish I could feel about it as you do. Cecile. That's because you haven't had any experi- ence. You don't know the true symptoms. Miss H. I suppose not. Cecile (going over to her). Take my word for it. Mr. Charles Wainwright will ask you to become mistress of Dreariedum before we leave the castle. Miss H. {thrilled). Oh! Cecile. Go to bed now, dear. You 're tired. Miss H. My head does ache a little. The Paper Cavalier 21 Cecile. Don't think about your head. Think of Uncle Charles. {A faint smiles comes over Miss Hob- son's lips) You do look so much better without those goggles. Miss H. (rising). You really think he cares for me? Cecile. Of course I do. Miss H. (shyly). I thought he seemed a little afraid of me. Cecile. Nonsense! He was only afraid he would show his feelings too strongly. Miss H. (going toward door). You aren't coming to bed now? Cecile. No, I 'm not sleepy. Miss H. (turning). Cecile, I'm awfully upset. I feel so sorry for Mr. Wainwright. I wish I could do something to make him care for me; (With a wail) Oh dear, I thought I liked it here but I never felt like this before in all my life, Cecile (going to her and putting an arm about her). Don't be worried, dear. It's love, and love is always upsetting. Miss H. Do — do you think he might learn to care for me — in — t-time? Cecile (half weeping herself). Yes, yes, but don't c-cry. Miss H. You're c-crying yourself. Cecile (burying her head on Anne's shoulder), I'm so lonely and unh-happy. Miss H. Oh dear, everyone's unhappy. Let's go to bed. Cecile (straightening) . You go, dear. I'll write my letter to dad. (She gently pushes Anne toward door) Good-night. [EXIT Miss Hobson Miss H. (from the hall). Good-night. Cecile (who always sees the funny side). Pleasant dreams, Hobby. (Goes to secretary, takes out paper and pen and starts to write) ENTER Susan timidly. Susan. Pardon me, miss. I was sent up to see i± you were all right. Mrs. Dawes, miss. 22 The Paper Cavalier Cecile {laughing). And back of Mrs. Dawes, Uncle Charles — a network of spies. A network of spies that would do credit to the Imperial Government. {Rising, the letter in her hand) I suppose you want to see what I've written. {Holding the letter toward Susan) You see it's quite safe. It begins — Dear Dad. Susan. Oh no, miss, I don 't want to see it at all. In- deed, miss, I'm your friend. Cecile. That's what all spies are — friends. Susan. But I am, miss. Besides, I'm not clever enough to be a spy. Believe me I 'd do anything for you, miss. Cecile. I believe you would, Susan. Susan. Yes, miss. Cecile {pointing a finger at her). You wouldn't tell on me ? Susan. Cross my heart, miss. Cecile. No matter what I did? Susan. No matter what you did. {Excitedly) And I know something else, miss. Cecile. What is it? Susan {in a whisper). Mrs. Dawes wouldn't tell on you either. There! Cecile. I see. You're all on my side. Susan. Of course, I don't know about Charles and James and Cecile. They don't count. Of course they are with Uncle Charles. That makes it rather bad, because all visitors to the castle have to pass them. There are no secret stairways. Susan {slyly). But there are other ways. {She drops her eyes) Cecile. Other ways? Other ways by which they could reach the tower? {Laughing) You mean to make a ladder of my hair? Susan {disgusted). No, no, miss. Cecile. Well— what ? Susan. Listen! {They listen for a moment, tense. There is silence, then faintly the uihir of an airplane sounds) The Paper Cavalier 23 Cecile {clasping Tier hands). Oh! Susan (roguishly) . Do you get me, miss? Cecile. Oh, Susan! {They rush to the window cen- ter rear, open it and peer out into the night) It's get- ting louder. Susan. Oh, miss, I believe he sees the light in the tower. He's flying low. Cecile. No, no, he doesn't. He's turning. He's go- ing back. He's going away in the night. (Whir fainter) Susan. But he'll come again. Surely, miss, he'll come again. Cecile. Do you think so? (Goes down stage r.) Susan (following). Course I do, miss. Something has just got to happen. (Pause. Cecile stares dream- ily) I'll go, miss, and let you finish your letter. Cecile (turning to her). But you're my friend; if anything should happen Susan (dramatically) . Till death us do part! (She turns toward door) Cecile (laughing). Good night. Susan. Good night, miss. [EXIT Cecile (goes hack to window and looks out). I won- der where he's gone! (Turns hack into the room with a sigh) I suppose he's gone forever. I suppose — I shall never see a man again. I am like poor Grenelda shut up in a tower forever. (Turns so that she is di- rectly facing the portrait of the cavalier) I shall be- come old and gray and uninteresting. My heart will dry up before I am thirty and I (Discovers the portrait) Oh! (Pause) Where did you come from? (Reaches up and takes hold of the frame) A cavalier! You wonderful creature ! How did you get here ? You look lonesome, too. You're smiling, but still you are sad. Are you lonely? (With a sigh) I suppose like me you have had a hundred loves in your day and now you are relegated to the towers of Dreariedum. (Drop- ping her hands) Well, sir, you have company — in your misery. I am a prisoner, too. (Turning a little to the right) I shall talk to you and your eyes will answer 24 The Paper Cavalier me. I know you've had a glorious life — a much better one than I am to have. My father has shut me up in a tower with an uncle who hasn't a spark of romance in his soul and some day he will take me out and marry me to a terribly sensible man whom I shall hate. Oh dear ! You were a wandering minstrel, weren't you? I won- der if you ever came across any ladies shut up in a tower. At any rate you look sympathetic and we're going to be friends, I know. (With a laugh she turns and comes down front) Cecile Wainwright and a pa- per cavalier! {Turning and waving her hand to him) Good-night! (Goes to the light switch, turns off the light and starts toward door. John Mariot appears at the rear window center hut it is too dark to see him) Mariot. Is somebody there? Cecile {in a startled voice). Oh! Mariot. May I speak with you, please? Cecile {with a thrill in her voice). Oh, you are alive! You are not paper! Mariot. I am very much alive but I often wish I were dead. Cecile. Where are you? Mariot. Right here. Cecile. But how did you get down? {Speaks in a strange voice as if she were afraid to break the spell) Mariot. I fell down unfortunately. Cecile. Don't say unfortunately. I'm — glad — you fell — down. Mariot. It's well somebody is. Everyone else will be frightfully sorry. {Scrambles in the window and in doing so the picture which hangs close by falls with a crash) Curses, I've broken something. Cecile. Only your frame! It was mahogany, I know, but then that doesn't matter. Aren't you de- lighted to be alive? Mariot. I am if only to hear your voice. I wish you'd put on the lights and let me look at you. Cecile. But wouldn't that break the spell — to put on the lights I mean. Mariot. The spell? The Paper Cavalier 26 Cecile. Yes. I 'm afraid if I put on the lights you '11 vanish. Mariot. No, I won't. I assure you. Cecile. Very well. (Puts on the lights and stands with her eyes closed, not daring to look at him. Evi- dently he is struck hy her beauty) Are you there? Mariot. I am. Aren't you going to look at me? Cecile. I'm afraid you won't be as nice as the por- trait. Mariot. I assure you I am a whole lot nicer than any portrait ever taken of me. Cecile. You vain creature! I suppose you have been praised until it has turned your head. Mariot. I have never been praised. Won't you look at me and praise me a little ? Cecile (opening her eyes). Yes. (She regards him puzzled, then turns and looks at the remains of the por- trait, then hack to /im) But Mariot. Yes? Cecile. You — you aren't the cavalier, — that is you haven't his costume or Where is your guitar? Mariot (thi7iking it all very strange). You were expecting .somebody else? Cecile. Yes — that is I — I, oh, don't you under- stand? But why have you come to me in those clothes? Mariot. I beg your pardon, mademoiselle. I left my dress-suit at home. Cecile. Your dress-suit? But where is your velvet suit? Mariot (puzzled). My velvet suit? Cecile. Yes, and your guitar. Mariot (humoring her). Alas, I left that home, too. Cecile. Then I'm disappointed. I wanted you to bring that above all things. I know you play divinely. Mariot. On the contrary I don't play at all. Cecile. Why did you pose with a guitar in your hands then? Mariot. I'm sorry. (Murmuring) Poor girl. Cecile. I knew you'd come to me. I was so lonely. Don't you tell, but I am_ a prisoner. 26 The Paper Cavalier Mariot. a prisoner? Cecile. Kept here by my uncle. / Mariot. But why are you kept a prisoner? Cecile (sadly). I am — like you — too fond of love. Mariot. Am I too fond of love? Cecile. Of course. All cavaliers are. Mariot. But I'm not a cavalier. Cecile. Am I dreaming? (Looks about dazed) What has happened? (Stoops over the hroken frag- ments of tJie picture and picks up the portrait) Oh no, here you are ! just as I left you ! I am dreaming. (Her hand to her forehead) Who — who are you? Mariot. I am John Mariot. Cecile (rising and going over to him). But how did you get here? Mariot. Through the window. You see I was flying by the tower (Her face lights up) and my engine got cranky and I lighted on your parapet. Cecile. Oh, what must you think of me? (She laughs lightly) Mariot (all admiration). I wish I might tell you, mademoiselle. Cecile. I was alone here in the tower and I was so lonely that I was carrying on a kind of one-sided con- versation with — with this portrait. (Indicating the por- trait which she holds out to him) Mariot (taking it). Well, he is a sympathetic look- ing fellow. Cecile. I had just finished talking to him — just put out the lights when you spoke to me and I thought it was the cavalier. Mariot (laying the portrait on the secretary). This is a place you might well think anything. What are they doing with you up here? Is it true what you said about your uncle ? Cecile. Yes — but oh, you're not afraid of him, are you ? He won 't keep you away ? Mariot. Nothing will ever keep me away unless you wish it. Cecile (to herself). How wonderful to hear such The Paper Cavalier 27 words again! 1 have thirsted for them. {Turning to him) Do you know, I saw you go by? Mariot. I saw you, too. The light in the tower at- tracted me. Cecils {pointing a finger at him). You adventurer. How dared you come? Mariot {laughing). I was out for adventure. Cecile. Then you are a cavalier, after all. Mariot. Perhaps. Cecile. Hark! {They listen) Did you hear some- thing? Someone is coming — quick! (^S'^e pulls him hy the hand to the window) Mariot. But I am not afraid of them. Cecile {wailing). Oh, please, for my sake! Go. Mariot. Certainly, if you wish it. {He flings one leg over the window-sill) Cecile. But you will come again? Mariot. To-morrow. (Mrs. Dawes and Susan in night clothes, in time to see him disappearing) Mrs. D. {astounded, stops short at the sight), God- frey diamonds! Susan {tremulous). Was it a man? (Uncle Charles in bathrobe and slippers appears behind them) Mariot {without the window). Adieu, mademoiselle. (Cecile shuts the window and faces them) Mr. W. {who has heard the farewell). Well, young lady! CURTAIN ACT II SCENE. — Same as the previous act. Time, Morning of the next day. DISCOVERED Mrs. Dawes, Susan and Mr. Wainavright holding a serious consulta- tion. Susan is standing, and rather defiant. Mrs. Dawes is seated and rather weepy and Mr. Wain- WRiGHT paces back and forth. Mr. W. I am loath to think you are deceiving me. I hate to call any woman a liar. {Pause, during which 28 The Paper Cavalier he regards tJiem earnestly) But you both entered the room before I did and consequently you must have heard and seen more. And yet — you claim, both of you, that you heard or saw nothing out of the ordinary. It is preposterous. {Another pause during which he regards them out of the corner of his eye) My ears never de- ceive me. I heard — distinctly I heard a man's voice. {Icily) It said — "Adieu, mademoiselle." {Another sidelong glance) You tell me I was dreaming. I never dream. I haven't dreamed for twenty years. {With a gusto which makes them both jump) And I will not allow the accusation. If I was dreaming how do you account for your own presence in the tower room at midnight? {He turns to Susan) Susan. I was not in the tower room at midnight, begging your pardon, sir. Mr. W. What! Susan. No, sir, you must have dreamed that I was there, sir. Mr. W. {to Mrs. Dawes). And you? Mrs. D. Nor was I. I retired at eleven o'clock, sir, after sending Susan up to see that all was well with them. And I never stirred until six this morning. Mr. W. {getting a hit heated). Mrs. Dawes, if I never draw another breath I saw you in the tower at midnight last night. You had on — {She jumps) a long flannel nightgown. Mrs. D. Oh, sir ! Mr. W. Your hair was done up on — what do they call them — crimpers, yes crimpers. Aside from that, you appeared very familiar to me. (Susan giggles) Mr. W. {to Susan). • You were there. How can you stand before me and deny it? {Closing his eyes) I can visualize every one of you. Mrs. D. Oh, sir! Mr. W. Miss Hobson was not there. (Turning to rear wall) The portrait that evidently hung there was smashed in a hundred pieces. Mrs. D. a portrait that evidently hung there, sir. There was no portrait there. The Paper Cavalier 29 Mr, ?^, (excitedly). What! Mrs. D. Begging your pardon, sir, but you recall your own words, that there were to be no portraits hung in the tower suite. Mr, W. {now actually hollering). Well, hung there or not, there was a broken picture lying on the floor. The scene is before me as clearly as the present one. I shall sift this matter to the bottom. You might as well both of you confess, first as last, that there was a visitor at the tower last night. [EXIT, turning and regarding them for a moment Mrs. D. {wiping her face). Oh, my soul! Susan. Ain't it awful! It's like the third degree. Mrs. D. I'm afraid we are wicked women if we are defending a poor helpless female. Susan. Is she up ? Mrs. D. Up? Good lord, no. She's sleeping sound as a top! Susan. What if he sends us to jail? Mrs. D. Oh lord, child, you'd not notice the differ- ence after living at Dreariedum. ENTER Miss Hobson in attractive morning garb and without the goggles. Miss H. Oh, Mrs. Dawes, what happened last night? Cecile won't wake up, and talk to me. I know it must have been something dreadful. I was having the most wonderful sleep when I was waked with a start. I sat straight up in bed and what do you think? — I saw a man, a tall, strange man pass my window. He was walking on the balcony close to the parapet. I got up and looked out and saw him get in an airplane and fly off. Mrs. D. Oh, my soul! Susan {off guard). So that's how he got here! Mrs. D. {to Susan). Hush! (Susan cZaps a hand over her mouth) Miss H. Cecile came in just afterward and I told her but she laughed. She said I was dreaming. (Susan and Mrs. Dawes exchange glances) 30 The Paper Cavalier Mrs* D. Of course you were. Miss H, I wasn't dreaming. I could describe him perfectly — what he wore and all. Mrs. D. Even so! Miss H. I think it's dreadful. Cecile is deceiving her uncle and I am going to tell him this very morning — everything, Mrs. D. {clutcJiing her hy the arm). You mustn't. Miss H. (freeing herself). What do you mean? Mrs. D. Just what I say. You mustn't tell a thing you saw or heard last night. Miss H. So you saw and heard, too. Mrs. D. I didn't say so. Miss H. And you aren't going to tell him? Mrs. D. No, or you aren't either. Miss H. But can you stop me? Mrs. D. You'll see. ENTER Mr. Wainwright. Mr. W. (offering a hand to Miss Hobson). Ah, good morning, Miss Hobson, and how are you after last night's escapade? (Mrs. Dawes entrenches herself be- hind Mr. Wainwright and stares at Miss Hobson with a terrible eye) Miss H. (watching Mrs. Dawes, hesitates a moment, swallows painfully then says in a light voice). The night 's escapade ? I don 't know what you mean. Mr. W. What! Mrs. Dawes has not been telling you about my — er — nightmare! (During the following conversation Mrs. Dawes does not take her eyes from Miss Hobson 's face) Miss H. (nervously) . Not a word! Mr. W. And how did you sleep last night? Miss H. Oh, wonderfully. The air is so fine and the tower so quiet. Mr. W, Um-um, and my niece? Miss H. (looking at Mrs. Dawes as if it were impos- sible to take her eyes from her face). I don't think she stirred from the time we went to bed at eleven o'clock. The Paper Cavalier 31 Mr. "W. Oh, she went to bed at eleven.. Miss H. Yes, with me. Mr. W. {turning aside). Funny! She had on her evening dress then. Mrs. D. {thinking she is no longer needed). If you'll excuse me, sir, I'll attend to my morning duties. Mr. W. You may go. Tell Charles to mix a bromo seltzer and take it to my study. Mrs. D. Yes, sir. Come, Susan. [EXIT Susan und Mrs. Dawes Mr. W. {making sure they have gone). Miss Hobson, I am either being basely deceived or else suffering from a strange hallucination. {Earnestly) 1 would give all I had if I could be assured that there was a visitor at the castle last night. I would do more. I would grant whatever was in my power to the one who could assure me. Miss H. {catching herself). Oh, Mr. Wainwright! Mr. W. I am not an old man whose eyes and ears deceive him, at least I don't think I am. Miss H. Why, Mr. Wainwright, you are in the prime of life. Mr. W. {pathetically). And yet I've got to admit that I am growing soft — that I am subject to hallucina- t!bns — wild dreams! Miss H. Oh, it hurts me to hear you say that. It — it isn't true! Mr. W. I would to heaven it were not. Yes — I would gladly grant anything within my power to the one who could assure me {Paces hack and forth) Miss H. {slyly). To the one who could assure you ? Mr. W. Evidently there is no one. {With a sigh. Pause, ivhile she regards him earnestly) Miss H. (going over to him). Mr. Wainwright, did you really mean what you just said? Mr. W. {confused). What I just said? Miss H. About granting anything within your power to the one who could assure you 32 The Paper Cavalier Mr. W. I did, and I meant it. (She smiles) But why do you ask? Miss H. {modestly). Mr. Wainwright, I can assure you. Mr, ISf, {turning). You! Miss H. I saw the visitor at the Castle last night. {She looks around the room to see whether anyone is listening) Mr. W. {with greatest relief). Ah! Miss H. He came in an airplane and went away in one. Mr. W. Ah! Miss H. He was tall and dressed in the costume of an aviator. Mr. W. Ah! {Gratefully he clasps her hand) Miss Hobson, you have given me a new lease of life. I am a different man. I am young again. What can I grant you? Miss H. Oh dear, you sound like the fairy prince. Mr. W. {drawing himself top, hut still holding her hand). I feel like one. Miss H. You said anything within your power Mr. W. {heedless of what he is getting himself into), I did and I meant it. Miss H. {overcome). Oh! ■ Mr. W. Come. Speak. Miss H. {shyness getting the best of her), I'd rather tell you later. Mr. W. {full of assurance). Never postpone a re- quest. To-night may be too late. Come. Tell me. Anything within my power. Surely you are too modest. {At these words she breaks away from him, runs to the chaise-longue and buries her head in the cush- ions) Miss H. {wailing). Oh, I^m not modest — that's just what I 'm not. Mr. W. {distressed for her). My dear girl! Miss H. And you '11 never think so after — after what I'm going to ask of you. Mr. W. {soothingly). Come — come, I'm sure you're The Paper Cavalier 33 making it out worse than it is. What is it? (He raises her head gently) It isn't Dreariedum you're after, is it? {He smiles) Because if it is you'll have to allow me to stay on here or else break my heart. Miss H. {hastily). Oh, how did you guess it? It is Dreariedum I want and— and you! Mr. W. {stares Uankly). Dreariedum and me! Miss H. {excitedly). Now— now do you think my request is modest ? Mr. W. But I don't understand. You mean you want to marry me ? 7 • x /^i, , Miss H. {her head goes down in the cushions). Uhl Mr. W. Jove! I never thought of that! {He paces hack and forth and she peeps at him slyly from the cush- ions. Gradually his expression changes from dismay to interest, then to a smile that might easily signify hap- r)iness ) Miss H. {after seeing the smile). Would it be so bad? Mr. W. I'm thinking. Miss H. {sitting up). Please don't be too long about it. The suspense is awful. {He gives her a sidelong glance) Mr. W. You are in earnest? Miss H. Of course.— Besides I thought yours was a promise. . . Mr. W. Then there is nothing you would take in- stead? Miss H. Nothing. Mr. W. Then? Miss H. Then? Mr. W. It's settled— of course. I am to marry you and we are to live at Dreariedum. Miss H. Oh dear, you are an awful suitor. Mr. W. You aren't. Miss H. Are you angry with me? Mr. W. No— not exactly. Why should I be? I set the trap myself. Miss H. {huffily). I don't think you are very nice to speak as if I had trapped you. 34 The Paper Cavalier Mr. W. {before Tie thinks). But you d {He cannot finish) Miss H. {turning the tables). How dare you say so? Trapped you ! Mr. W. {humbly). I beg your pardon. Miss H. I wouldn't trap any man. Mr. W. {actually believing her). No, no, of course not. Miss H. {a little fearfully, not quite sure of him yet). And you needn 't marry me if you don 't want to. Mr. W. But I thought you wanted me to. Miss H. {more huffily). I've changed my mind. Mr. W. {actually crestfallen). I'm sorry, because I was beginning to like the idea immensely. Dreariedum and you. {She thrills) Won't you reconsider? Miss H. {snappily). I might. Mr. W. Please, and right away. {Using strategy) My dear, if you and I were united, only think how much better we could work against my niece. Miss H. Is that all you want to marry me for? Mr. W. No— no. Miss H. {in a voice that demands an explanation). Well? Mr. W. I was thinking of the long winter evenings you and I could have before the fire. Miss H. {relenting). Oh! Mr. W. And the walks over the country together. Miss H. {with enthusiasm). Yes, yes, and I've al- ways wanted to take a long tramp over the moors. Mr. W. {getting proficient in the art). And the rides together. Miss H. {completely won). Ah, yes— the rides! {He takes both her hands) I do think we are kindred spirits. Mr. W. We are. {He kisses her in a very dignified and solemn manner) Miss H. Shall we tell — the — the household? Mr. W. Not yet. We must first settle this affair of Cecile's. It must be stopped at once. Miss H. Yes, of course. The Paper Cavalier 35 Mb. W. We will work together — you and I. I will go to Mrs. Dawes now to make arrangements for to- night. Miss H. To-night? Mr. W. Yes. He will come again and we must keep her from seeing him. (Goes toward cbor, giving her a sweet smile. Miss Hobson stands still a moment, then a smile breaks over her own face) [EXIT Miss H. Anne Hobson, Mistress of Dreariedum! — And it wasn 't hard a bit. CURTAIN The curtain is lowered for a few minutes to denote the lapse of ten hours. SCENE II SCENE. — Same as previous. Evening of the sam,e day. DISCOVERED Miss Hobson in evening dress, on her knees beside the lower end of the secretary. She is visible to the audience but completely hidden from anyone entering the room. ENTER Mr. Wainwright on tiptoe. Mr. W. {in a whisper). Are you there? Miss H. (not daring to move). Yes. Mr. W. Have you been waiting long? Miss H. Over an hour. Mr. W. Where is she? Miss H. I don't know. Mr. W. {taking out his watch). It's ten o'clock. Miss H. She's probably in the library reading. Oh dear! Mr. W. What is it? Miss H. {near tears). Vm awfully tired being cramped up here. Mr. W. You're a trump. {She smiles. Faint whir is heard) Hark, what was that! Miss H. He's come! 36 The Paper Cavalier Mr. W. (chuckling). She'll liear it and be up. (Runs to the chaise-longue and crouches heside it) Miss H. {holding up a warning finger). She's com- ing. {Voices heard) Mr. W. Jove, she's got somebody with her. (They duck their heads) ENTER Susan and Mrs. Dawes. Mrs. D. {with a wink at Susan). That's funny. (Looks about the room casually) Miss Wainwright said she'd be up here. Susan (as if she had learned a part). Did she want her for something particular? (Every time Mrs. Dawes speaks Susan's lips move as if she were reciting a part) Mrs. D. Yes, she said as how she was going out on the terrace and wanted her for company. I'll tell her Miss Hobson ain't to be found. (Another wink at Susan) Susan. But she'll go out alone. She might meet somebody. She might meet a man. Mrs. D. I know it, Susan, but she's worried about what's become of her Uncle Charles. She hasn't seen him since dinner and I can 't stop her. She will go out. Come. [EXIT Mrs. Dawes and Susan Mr. W. {struggling to his feet). Quick, we must go down. She must not go out alone. She will meet him, that fellow — and he will take her off. (Pulls Miss Hob- son to her feet and drags her off) [EXIT Mr. Wainwright and Miss Hobson ENTER Susan and Mrs. Dawes, both smiling. Susan. My lord, my lord, I thought he'd see me when he run by. Mrs. D. They were in too much of a hurry, Susan. They had more important business on hand). (Susan RUNS to the window) Come, come away from that win- dow, child. (Shaking her head) As I said before, per- haps I 'm a wicked woman, but The Paper Cavalier 37 Susan (going to her). You ain't a wicked woman. Ain't you found out all about him? It ain't as if he wa'n't all right and his father a friend of Mr. Wain- wright 's. Mrs. D. But Mr. Wainwright don't know that — yet. Susan. But he will soon. Mrs. D. Yes and right soon, I'm thinking. Susan. She couldn't marry anyone as would please 'em more. ENTER Cecile much excited. Cecile (running to Mrs. Dawes). You dear! I'll never forget what you've done for me. Oh, Dawes, he's so wonderful! Mrs. D. Remember now, you mustn't keep him too long. It won 't take more than a half hour to search the terrace. (Susan gapes at Cecile in admiration) Cecile. Are they out there? Mrs. D. Both of 'em. That minx, after what you've done for her. Cecile. Poor Hobby! She couldn't help it. She's in love and one isn't responsible when one is in love. Mrs. D. She'll never get him. Cecile. I 'm not so sure. There 's more than one way to lay a trap. {At the window) Oh, Dawes, he's com- ing. {Opens the window) He's right close. He's go- ing to land. Oh, he's landing. Mrs. D. Come, Susan, this is no place for us. [EXIT Mrs. Dawes and Susan Cecile {leaning out and speaking in a low voice). Captain Mariot! {Pause) Oh, you have come. I was so afraid! {He appears at the window) Mariot. May I come in? Cecile. Just a minute to-night — two minutes. {He scramhles in) Mariot. And I have come all this distance for two minutes. Cecile. Uncle Charles has discovered us and set a trap. Mariot. But I'm not afraid of Uncle Charles. 38 The Paper Cavalier Cecile. But I am. Mariot. What will he do to you? Cecile. He'll put me in a cage. Mariot. He can't, if you fly away with me. Cecile (rapturously). Oh! I think I'd love to fly away with you! {She regards Jihn earnestly) But I don't know you, you see. {Sits in chaise-longue) Mariot. Even so, wouldn't it be better to take a chance with me than to submit to sure imprisonment % Cecile. You are terribly convincing. {Her chin in her hand) Mariot. I'm trying to be. Cecile {with a sigh). Still, it is an awful chance. Mariot {standing before her, his arms folded). Do I look as bad as that ? Cecile. We don't know a thing about the family. Mariot. I can tell you something. {Sadly) I had an ancestor who was a member of Captain Kidd's crew. Cecile. Oh, heavens! Mariot {sadly). He was hung! Cecile. How dreadful! Don't tell father. It would be an end of everything. Mariot {casually). If I'm not mistaken, your fa- ther is well aware of it. Cecile {bright enijig) . He knows you? Dad knows you? Mariot. We've played golf together. He ought to. Cecile. But I don't understand. Where was I? Mariot {laughing) . Just at that time you were visit- ing a maiden aunt in Greenwich. Cecile {with a groan). Oh, yes. Aunt Matilda. It was after I broke my engagement with Hal. Mariot. I had heard of you before. {With a twinkle) Cecile. Through dad? Mariot. No. Cecile. Did dad ever mention me? Mariot. Um — he told me he had a daughter whom he wanted me to meet. Cecile {excited). He said that? The Paper Cavalier 39 Mariot. He did. Cecile (with great relief). Then he approves of you. Mariot. Is that a sign? Cecile. Absolutely with dad. — Do you know Uncle Charles? Mariot. Yes, and Uncle Charles approves of me, too. Cecile. How do you know? Mariot. Because he spoke of you. Cecile. What did he say? Mariot. He asked me if I had met you ? Cecile. Wonderful ! Mariot. It is evident everyone approves of me. What about you? Cecile. Oh, — I Mariot. Won't you take a chance now? Cecile {gloomily). I don't think it is a chance now. Somehow the thrill has gone out of it. Mariot (reassuringly). No, no. It's really quite novel what we are to do. Elopement by airplane, you know, and all that. Cecile (excited). Yes! But Uncle Charles will be wild Mariot. That's where the thrill comes in! Will you come? Cecile (hesitant). I want — to. Mariot (whimsically). Thinking of that ancestor who was hung? Cecile (laughing). No — silly! Mariot. That you haven't known me long enough? (He sits beside her) Cecile. Yes. Mariot. Suppose I take you home to dad and then you'll have time to try me out. Cecile. That would never do. Dad would be so furious that I had put something over on him. He wouldn't let me marry you then if you were the King of England ! Mariot. Oh, he's that kind, is he? Cecile. Yes, he is. He hates to have anyone get the best of him. He sent me here because he felt sure I 40 The Paper Cavalier would never meet a man at Dreariedum and now (She smiles at Mm archly) Mariot. Still it wasn't your fault. Cecile. He will say it is and he won't let me marry you. {Rising) I must go with you now or never. {Yoices witJiout) Mariot {rising). They are coming! Cecile. Oh, what shall I do? Mariot. Come with me — please. {SJie stands a mo- ment hesitant looking into his eyes; then runs toward door) Mariot {calling). Where are you going? Cecile {calling hack). To get my coat! {He pacei hack and forth listening. Presently Cecile RE-EN- TERS i^earmgr /wr coa^) Come! Quick! Mariot. I have a cap for you. {Fishing in his pocket) Cecile. Quick! {She pulls him to the ivindoiv) Put out the lights! {He runs to the light switch and puts out the lights) Mariot {in total darkness). Where are you? Cecile. Here! Hurry! {He runs to her) The window is open. Mariot. Let me help you. Cecile. Oh dear! {He helps her out) Mariot. What is it? Cecile. You haven't ever made love to me. Mariot {climhing out after her). Are you quite safe? Cecile {from the halcony). Yes. Come. 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