Q. E. D.; ALL A MISTAKE. ORIGINAL COMEDIETTA, In One Act, By FLANK A. MARSHALL, Author of ‘ Mad as a Hatter“ Corrupt Practices“False Shame “ Family Honour,” etc. And Part Author of “Brighton,” and “Cora.” London: SAMUEL FRENCH; PUBLISHER, 89, STRAND. New York : SAMUEL FRENCH & SON, PUBLISHERS, 38, EAST 14th STREET. First produced at the Royal Court Theatre, January 25th, 1871. DRAMATIS PERSONS (Original Cast). Dr. Quintus Epicurus Donne (Professor of Moral Philosophy—writing under initials Q. E. 1) . Mr. E. Righton Major Adolphus Spangle (fate of the Royal Greenshire Yeomanry ) ... Mr. W. Belford Mademoiselle Celestine Eugenie De La Mayonnaise .Miss Kate Bishop Miss Bridget O’Shagnessy {advertising in the “Domestic Sentinel ” under the name of “Amaryllis'') . Miss M. Brennan Mrs. Primer .Miss Kate Manor I SCENE.—Donne’s Chambers in London. TIME—Present Day, Q. E. T).; OR, ALL A MISTAKE. Scene. —Da. Donne’s sitting-room ; doors r. and l. ; window c.; writing table, littered with papers, (be. , c.; sofa, L., covered with books, clothes, an unopened brown paper parcel, (be.; chair, e.; tables.—The whole room is Jilled with litter.—On table, c., bg 'window, lies a brush and comb, a)idhandlooking- glass, clothes brush, (be. — Books are strewed on floor, large table in c., with coffee pot on. — Cupboard, r.—Donne dis¬ covered seated at writing table, r. c. , his dress very untidy, his hair all awry and uncombed ; a mass of MS. before him; books leaning against his chair, on the floor, &c .; with pen in his hand, thinking. Don. Yes, I think I have demolished them this time. ( flourishing his pen) They shall see Q. E. D. has not forgotten liow to use his weapon for attack as well as defence, (sees letter) Why, there’s a letter for me ! Dear me, it must have been here some time, {reading direction) “Q. E. D., Professor of the Philosophy Moral. ” I see it’s from the French Pro¬ fessor. What has he got to say ? ( reading) “ Dear and learned sir,—Although we shall not have done ourselves the pleasure to rencontre when you was in La France, I feel all the same as a friend towards you, so much have we to one another written on the Grand Philosophy. There shall arrive at your city of London, a young lady, ‘ tres belle et gentile ,’ she will be with you on the Tuesday prochain, and will stay with you for a day or two. (Donne, vdio has read the latter part of the letter with increasing astonishment is here fairly dumbfoundred ; he remains sitting, gazing with a perplexed air, on the letter) A young lady, all alone, coming to stay with me for two days ! Does he think I keep a nunnery ? What shall I do ? (getting up and walking about, the letter still in lvis hand) How can I tell Mrs. Primer and that horrid inquisitive fellow Spangle, too \ (looking again at letter) &When is she coming 'l Tuesday, why that’s to-day ! She may bo here at any moment, was there ever such a dilemma ] (biting his finger, looking at letter) Oh ! there’s a postcript—perhaps that’s to say he has changed his mind. “ I know, mon cher Professor, you are like myself, an old man, so shall not my friend have any fear to confide his daughter to you, nor the world shall it be able to make the wicked pleasantries. ” I see, the old story; he knows mo only by my writings, and takes me for a venerable old book¬ worm. Well, there’s no help for it, I must tell Mrs. Primer. (rings bell) I’d rather meet all of the professors in Germany in solemn conclave, than face that respectable old lady. 4 Q. E. D. ; OR, ALL A MISTAKE. Enter Mrs. Primer, l.h. Mrs. P. You rung, Dr. Donne, I believe. Don. ( seated , r. c.) Oh ! is that you, Mrs. Primer? Yes, I wanted to speak to you ; won’t you take a chair ? Mrs. P. Thank you, Dr. Donne, I prefer standing. Don. Just as you like, my dear Mrs. Primer. Mrs. P. I am not your dear, or anyone else’s, Dr. Donne; I am dedicated to my late husband. Don. Yes, quite so. ( hesitates) The fact is, Mrs. Primer, you see I’ve had a letter. Mrs. P. Yes, Dr. Donne, I am aware of the fact; I brought it to you, myself, yesterday. Don. Ah ! yes, you did, thank you. I am much obliged ; then it’s all light, Mrs. Primer. ( resuming work) Mrs. P. What’s all right, Dr. Donne ? Don. ( nervously ) Dear me, did not I explain it all, about the young lady ? Mrs. P. What young lady ? Don. A young French lady coming to stay with me for two days. Mrs. P. ( bridling up) A young French lady! ( with a smile ) I did not know your family was French, Dr. Donne. Don. What do you mean, Mrs. Primer? my family French! Why should they be ? Mrs. P. {with a scornful laugh) Oh ! simply, sir, because I do not for one moment suppose you would have any young lady staying with you, under my roof, unless she were a sister, or a niece. Don. I tell you she’s no earthly relation to me. I no more know who she is than you do yourself, my good Mrs. Primer. Mrs. P. None of your blandishments, if you please, Dr. Donne ; if you think you will flatter me into allowing you to harbour a young foreign baggage- Don. {interrupting her) Oh, you need not trouble yourself about that, she won’t have much luggage, she’s too poor ; just make the spare bedroom ready for her, and get her something nice for dinner ; some boiled chicken and some tarts. Thank you, Mrs. Primer, that will do. {turning to his work) Mrs. P. No, it will not do, Dr. Donne. I am not going to allow this house, which my husband, who is now a cherubim*, left me in his last wi'l and testament, to have its reputation tainted by a creature. Don. {occupied with his papers) That’s exactly what I said to myself, I knew you’d take care of her ; she is coming to¬ day, so there is no time to be lost, {rising) I’ll just run out and get one or two little things. Q. E. D. ; OR, ALL A MISTAKE. 5 Mrs. P. {very formally) Sir, you will not expect me to wait on you and the young lady ; my domestic will attend to your wants— {going) —and I must ask you, Dr. Donne to accommodate yourself as soon as possible with some other domicile, for as the widow of the sainted Primer, I cannot allow reprobates to lodge beneath my roof. ( Exit) Don. {bewildered) I’n sure I don’t know what she said • she’s a terrible old lady. I suppose I did not explain matters very clearly, {he looks about for his hat , dec.) I am so afraid of women ; certainly, I don’t know much about them 1 wonder whether this girl will be anything like Celestine. Ah ! never shall I forget her face, I think I see her now clasping my great dirty hand with her little white ones, looking up into my face, her eyes swimming with tears, and thankin? me, in her pretty broken English, for saving her “dear 3 dear papa s life. -Ah! if I had not been so shy and awk¬ ward, I often fancy-but I have given my heart to these. {pointing to the books) Where can my hat be ? {finds it at last, under writing-table, full of tvastc paper) Dear me, there it is ! 1 £ mistook it for the waste paper basket; now then my umbrella.* I hope she won’t come before I get back. {Exit, l.) {After he has gone, enter Bridget, l. , with her band-boxes and pai cels, d-c ., a large umbrella, and a gigantic nose¬ gay ; she opens the door cautiously and comes in slowly after speaking outside) a Bhid. {outside) I tell you, you murtherin’ villain, that I shan t give you a farthing more. Do you think I’ve been driving about Dublin all my life, and don’t know what London carman’s fare is ] Cab. {outside) I tell you, ma’am, I must have a shilling more ; this am t my fare. Brid. {outside) It’s mighty littD of the fair I see about you at all, you great u^ly, blacc, mahogany whiskered spal- peen you !—not a penny more will you get out of me • so be off with you. ’ Cab. {outside, grumbling) Stingy old cat; she arn’t mven me more than twice my fare. & Brid. {entering) The idea of his thinking he was Don. I’m not insulting you, my dear young lady ; sit down and compose yourself, (she sits ; aside) It seems I’m to be guardian in general to all unprotected females—pleasant! ^he pours out some water and Offers it her) 14 Q. E. D. ; OR, ALL A MISTAKE. Cel. ( raising her face) Monsieur, I thank you; I am recovered; I have had a shock, (she turns round and recognises Donne ; starts) Oh ! that face! It is he—it is the same gentleman that saved my papa’s life. Oh ! (throwing herself into his arms) You will protect me ] Don. That voice ! That face ! It is Celestine ! How did you come here? Cel. (half laughing and crying) Oh i you are like a good angel come to me, I will tell you all. You know my poor father? He has got poorer and poorer since you saved his life. Oh ! how bravely ! (kissing Ids hand) So I determined to go for a governess. Don. Ah ! Cel. And Monsieur Lamporte, the professor, he got me the engagement with some friends of his, and he tell me to come here to ask for Monsieur Q. E. D. Don. I begin to understand now. Cel. (very rapidly and excitedly) Well, I come here and I ask for Mr. Q. E. D. ; they shew me this room. A man, an insolent wretch, come in and say he is Q. E. D. ; he begin to make me silly compliments, he talk about my eyes, my hair, and make grimaces at me. I think he is droll, then I think he is mad, till at last he try to kiss me, and then I call him a wretch. I speak to him fierce, and then I withdraw myself into that room. Ah ! I am indeed unhappy ! I stay here. I am alone in a great strange city. Oh ! that I could find that good, dear friend who saved papa’s life ! And then you came in, you speak kind, I know your voice, I look up, and it is yourself, (taking his hand and kissing it) Oh! pardon Celes¬ tine, but she is so grateful, (during this speech Donne mani¬ fests his astonishment and pleasure by every sort of awkward , nervous gesture ; unbuttoning his coat and buttoning it all wrong; rubbing his hair up with his hands) You do not say anything, you are not angry ? Don. Angry ! bless you, dear mademoiselle, I’m only puzzled, and I’m so pleased. What between being puzzled and pleased; I really don’t quite know what I am doing. But sit down, you must be tired. Cel. Oh ! I have forgot all my fatigue now, I want to know how all this is ? Are you Monsieur Q. E. D., to whom M. Lamporte recommended me ? Don, Yes, I am. Cel. Ah! how droll ! How came you by so strange a name ? Don. Well, you see, my father was a strange man ; he was quite wrapped up in his bo oks, and he christened me “Quintus,” after his favourite hero, and “Epicurus,” after his favourite philosopher. Quintus Epicurus Donne, and as Q. E. E. ; OR, ALL A MISTAKE, 15 I have always used my initials only, as a signature to my articles, it was by that name only that M. Lamporte knew me. Cel. Ah ! and to think I should find you like this. Ah ! you wicked man ; it was very cruel of you to take from us . the power of thanking you. Don. (nervously, hesitating) Yes, I am very shy, and I ran away from you to avoid a formal parting. I never was young; I always was a shabby, withered old bookworm. Nobody cares for such dry sticks as me. (he turns away his face) Cel. Oh ! you must not say that, I will soon brighten you up ; let’s begin with the room ; I never did see such a litter. Is it that you .-ire called literary men because you are so un¬ tidy ? (she busies herself tidying the books, dec.) Don. (aside) What a sweet little angel she is ; I never knew what a woman was like before. ( looking at her dress) I wish I had brushed my hair. Cel. (who has found Bridget’s bandbox) Eh ! what have we here ? Don. (aside) That dragon’s bandbox ; what shall I do ? (embarrassed) Eh ! that ? Cel. Yes ! I thought you were an old batchelor ; what make you with bandboxes ? Don. (as before) Oh! some little things of my landlady’s she left here. I think I’ll put them out of the way. (seizes hold of them and begins to throw them into the corner) Cel. Oh ! you barbarous man ! you must not do that. (takes them and puts them quietly down) Don. (aside) Confound the griffin, if she were to come back here ! Cel. Now let us look at you—yourself, (comes down to him and takes hold of his coat collar and inspects him) Don. (aside ; putting his hand up to his head) I wish I’d brushed my hair. Cel. Oh ! you naughty boy ! you’ve got your coat buttoned all wrong. (Donne begins to unbutton it all again) Only six buttons out of nine ; it is plain you have no one to look after you, and half the others coming off. Don. I’m afraid my coat’s rather untidy ; it’s a little old. Cel. You call that a little old ? why it is white and quite venerable, (turning him round) And here are two large holes in the arm. Oh ! we must pension off this coat. Don. I’ve got another somewhere I know, quite a new one ; I got it about five years ago; I’ve never worn it. (looks about for parcel, which he finds and brings down) Oh ! here it js. (undoing it and pulling out new brown coat) 16 Q. E. D. ; OR, ALL A MISTAKE. Cel. Eh ! bien; that is well. Now then, off with the poor old pensioner. Don. ( hesitates) Well, I don’t quite like- Cel. Ah! you are afraid of me, pretty' chevalier! never mind, I will turn my back. (Donne begins to fumble with his coat , and he can't get it off) Cel. ( stamping her foot impatiently) Make haste ! make haste ! or 1 shall turn round. Don. It won’t comeotf! Cel. Permit me. Don. Oh ! you are so kind. (Celestine pidls off the coat turning it inside out; all the lining is in rags) Cel. (laughing) Really, it is cruel to use an old servant like this, (holding the coat up) Don. (looking at it) I am afraid it is rather torn (aside) and she looks so neat. I wish I’d brushed my hair. Cel. (throwing the old coat away and taking up the new one) There it’s best to be off with the old friends before you are on with the new. Do 1 not say it right ? (putting on coat) There, this way, an droit ! Ah ! there it’s a little small, but it looks splendid, at least, from behind ; there hold yourself upright ; now then, how say you in English ?—to the right about face, (turning him round; she retires and looks at him, clapping her hands) Ah ! that’s beautiful, you look quite gallant. Don. (who has submitted to all the manoeuvres with an awkward shyness, half-ashamed, half-delighted, draws himself up now, looking at the coat) I never did pay any attention to my dress before ; I had no reason. Cel. Oh ! I have not half completed you yet, let’s see, the waistcoat will do, but that cravat. (Donne’s cravat is tied in an untidy bo'iv , which has worked round under the ears) Why where is the knot gone ? It has lost itself. What do you call that l Don. Well, I never was good at tying a bow. Cel. Come, let me do it. Oh ! you must kneel down, (he kneels down) There ! (tying his cravat) Now then (running round behind him) I feel just as if you were my papa. Come, there’s a brave knot, (having finished it, takes a glass off table behind) Rise and look at yourself. Ah ! it is a stranger, is it not ? (laughing) Don. You’re quite a magician ; I never did look so tidy before, (aside) I wish I’d brushed my hair, (tries to arrange it with his hand) Cel. Here ! go and set those tangled locks of yours in order, and put on some clean boots, then I think you will look quite en grande tenue ; and you can take Celestine out for a walk, if you are not tired of her. Q. E. D. ; OR, ALL A MISTAKE. 17 Don. ( nervously, but with genuine feelings ) Tired of you ! Oh ! mademoiselle, how could I tire of so much joy? Your bright face has made this dingy old room like a summer palace. Excuse me, I know I am very shy and awkward ; I can’t say what I feel ; I have always lived a lonely life ; I can remember no mother’s loving, anxious eyes bent over me ; no sister’s gentle sympathy ever cheered my labour. Celestine, you have brushed the cobwebs off my heart, as easily as you brushed the dust off those books. I feel young and happy as I never felt before. ( takes her hand) I’d like to say much more, but I can’t. ( with intense emotion) Bless you! (kissing her hand) (Exit hurriedly, l. ) Cel. (looking after him) Ah ! pauvre homme. How deso¬ late and lonely his life must have been, and j^et he has a fresh warm heart ; I have touched it, I think. Ah ! I could love that man ! he is brave, he is wise, he is noble. Did not he give back to me all that makes my life bright through the dark clouds that have fallen on us, all that makes me forget our poverty and my own exile, the life of my father that I love ? Cannot I give to him the light of merriment, that sunshine of love from which his sad youth has been shut out? I think I can, and I will. But those bonnet boxes ? how he blushed when I found them ; he cannot be married and un¬ happy. Oh ! I hope not. Why, Celestine, what is this ? your heart is beating very fast at the very idea, (noises from outside) What is that ? Brid. (outside) Oh ! the dhirty spalpeen, I’ll teach him to desert me ! Cel. A woman’s voice, and she is coming here ! (goes r. to chair) Enter Bridget very excitedly, her bonnet smashed, (be. Brid. Now then, Mister Q. E. D., I’ll be combing your hair for you. Why he’s invisible; I’ll be bound he’s hid some¬ where. (goes up to table and pokes her umbrella under it) Come out of there, you skulking vagabond, you ! Cel. Who shall this horrid creature be? Brid. (turning and seeing Celestine, stops dead short) Holy St. Patrick ! what’s this? a female? (coming down to her) Who may you be, if you please ? Cel. (with digni'y) Mademoiselle Celestine Eugenie DeLa Mayonnaise. Brid. Could not you give me the names one at a, time ? I’d find it easier to give them you back again. Cel. Oh ciel ! that she is fearful. Brid. Now then, I’m listening my jewel, Cel. Really, madam-: 18 Q. E. D. ; OR, ALL A MISTAKE. Brid. Bridget O’Shagnessy, at your service. There ! my name mayn’t be longer than the tail of yours, but it’s quite as respectajle. (Celestine curtseys) None of your foreign kickshaws ; you can’t get over me. I want to know what you are doing here !■ Cel. Madam, I am the guest of the gentleman who owns this room. Brid. Oh ! you are ; well, I’m the lawful wife, that is to be, of the gentleman who owns this room ; so perhaps you’ll go. Cel. (aside) His wife ! (to Bridget) Madam, pardon, I don’t understand. Brid. 'I lien look it out in a dictionary, or get an interpreter. Oh ! yes, you mincing Frenchified doll, you ! I did not learn Latin, with Master Molloy, in mistake for French for nothing, (with great scorn) JJomine , Domine, as in presenti salve , salve, propriabus J There now, translate that if you can. (takes stage , l.) Cel. (walking up and down agitated) Oh ! que je suis malheureuse ! What shall I do 1 Brid. (turning round on her) Are you going l Cel. No, madam, I cannot ; not at your command. Brid. You impudent craythur, you ! (advancing to her) I’ll tache you to try and betray an O’Shagnessy. Come out of this, will you ? (going up to her) >■ Cel. An secourl help ! help ! (enter Donne, hurriedly ; Bridget has followed Celestine round stage, l., just as Donne enters ; Celest'ne seeing him rushes into his arms) Oh ! Monsieur Q. E. D., protect me ! protect me ! Brid. What! before my very eyes, you big thief, you ! (clutches hold of Donne by the other arm, and drags him do wn stage, he still holding Celestine ; Bridget seizes him by collar of coat and shakes him up and do wn) I’ll teach you to insult a daughter of one of Ireland’skings,leastways, he might havebeen if he’d lived long enough ago, when everybody was a king, barring the pigs. I’ll teach you to leave a tender young virgin among a heap of pickled corpses and coffey busses, ye murtherin white-livered spalpeen, ye ! Why don’t you spake to me? (Bridget shakes him by the throat; Donne choking) Cel. (crying and screaming) Oh ! mercy ! leave him ! Don. Leave me, you she devil, you, can’t you ? Brid. (screaming) Here, murther ! thieves ! police ! Cel. Oh ! help, help ! (they drag Donne to and fro) Enter Major, l. Major. What the deuce is the row ? What do I see, Celestine hanging on the neck of the Professor ? (rushing u,p Q. E. D. ; OR, ALL A MISTAKE. 19 to Donne and catching hold of him behind ) Unhand that young woman ! (Bridget and Celestine drag Donne down stage; Major drags him up, and then as he is dragged down again, Bridget let's go, goes bach, into chair. Celestine falls back half-fainting; Major catches her. Donne stands bewildered in the middle) Brid. (as she falls) Oh ! my back ! I’ve broke three ribs of my best crinoline. Major. Now, sir, explain ! Brid. Yes ; explain, ye villain ! Don. Explain what ? Major \ {together) What ? that won’t do, explain. Major. What do you mean by holding this young woman {pointing to Celestine) in your arms ? Brid. Yes ! what do you mean by holding that young woman in your arms ? Don. What do you mean, sir, by holding that young woman in your arms? {crosses and removes Celestine from Major ; she recovers) Major. Give me up my Amaryllis. Don. Your what ? Major. My Amaryllis. Brid. Did you say Amaryllis ? Major. Yes, old lady, I did say Amaryllis. Brid. By the Lord Harry, I believe I’ve had the wrong sow by the ear all the time. Sir, are you Q. E. D. ? Major. Yes, madam, I am. Don. You are not ! Brid. Be aisy, won’t you, there ain’t two of you. Maior. Old woman, don’t interfere. I demand my Amaryllis ! Brid. {rushing at him and throwing her arms round his neck) Behold your Amaryllis ! Major Take her away ! take her away and bury her ! Brid. Oh ! I knew that fuzzy-headed old bookeater could not be my military major. Major. What do I hear ? Brid. Here! {producing paper from pocket) Here is your answer to my advertisement. Major. It is ! it is ! Oh, horror ! ( wildly ) You —3 ou— Amaryllis? Where are your ebon eyes, where are your silken eyelashes and where, oh! where, are the £ 10,000 Bombay 5 per cents? Brid ! Here ! {producing paper) Major, {takespaper) It is genuine, {with affected emotion) Oh ! Amaryllis, the cheeks may be painted, the eyes may be t 20 Q. E. D. ; OR, ALL A MISTAKE. I dim, the eyelashes may be imaginary, but the £10,000 5 per cent., are real. Come to my arms, Amaryllis. ( they embrace; the Major iveeps, she dries his eyes with her umbrella) Don. Bravo ! bravo ! all is settled at last, bless you Spangle! bless you, respectable old Gorgon 1 (turning to Celestine) If I might only hope that this Q. E. D. has found his Amaryllis, one that could bring him a richer dower than thousands, her own bright face to cheer his lonely hours. Cel. Oh! what could a learned professor do with a poor child like me ? Don. Nay, I would be the child, and you should teach me. Major. Yes, to brush your hair for instance, (all laugh) Don. My hair is rather rough, and so is my nature. Major. Well, she’ll smooth both. Don. (to Celestine) Come, stay, and be my governess. Cel. But what will our friends say % Brid. They will say that Miss was taking, and he was taken with Miss. Major, (u nth absurd affectation ) And if ever he gets in a taking, she’ll silence him—thus—with a kiss. ( kisses Bridget) Poetry again ! Cel. I fear they will say, it was all a mistake. Don. May they add one that had a pleasant ending. (pausing) Q. E. D. l., Celestine. Donne. Bridget. Major, r. CURTAIN.