MRS.CLANDON (pointing to the silk hat on the table).Is that your hat?
McCOMAS.Would you employ a solicitor with a sombrero?
MRS.CLANDON.I have thought of you all these eighteen years with the beard and the sombrero.(She sits down on the garden seat.McComas takes his chair again.) Do you go to the meetings of the Dialectical Society still?
McCOMAS (gravely).I do not frequent meetings now.
MRS.CLANDON.Finch: I see what has happened.You have become respectable.
McCOMAS.Haven't you?
MRS.CLANDON.Not a bit.
McCOMAS.You hold to your old opinions still?
MRS.CLANDON.As firmly as ever.
McCOMAS.Bless me! And you are still ready to make speeches in public, in spite of your sex (Mrs.Clandon nods); to insist on a married woman's right to her own separate property (she nods again); to champion Darwin's view of the origin of species and John Stuart Mill's essay on Liberty (nod); to read Huxley, Tyndall and George Eliot (three nods);and to demand University degrees, the opening of the professions, and the parliamentary franchise for women as well as men?
MRS.CLANDON (resolutely).Yes: I have not gone back one inch; and Ihave educated Gloria to take up my work where I left it.That is what has brought me back to England: I felt that I had no right to bury her alive in Madeira--my St.Helena, Finch.I suppose she will be howled at as I was; but she is prepared for that.
McCOMAS.Howled at! My dear good lady: there is nothing in any of those views now-a-days to prevent her from marrying a bishop.You reproached me just now for having become respectable.You were wrong: Ihold to our old opinions as strongly as ever.I don't go to church; and I don't pretend I do.I call myself what I am: a Philosophic Radical, standing for liberty and the rights of the individual, as I learnt to do from my master Herbert Spencer.Am I howled at? No: I'm indulged as an old fogey.I'm out of everything, because I've refused to bow the knee to Socialism.
MRS.CLANDON (shocked).Socialism.
McCOMAS.Yes, Socialism.That's what Miss Gloria will be up to her ears in before the end of the month if you let her loose here.
MRS.CLANDON (emphatically).But I can prove to her that Socialism is a fallacy.
McCOMAS (touchingly).It is by proving that, Mrs.Clandon, that Ihave lost all my young disciples.Be careful what you do: let her go her own way.(With some bitterness.) We're old-fashioned: the world thinks it has left us behind.There is only one place in all England where your opinions would still pass as advanced.
MRS.CLANDON (scornfully unconvinced).The Church, perhaps?
McCOMAS.No, the theatre.And now to business! Why have you made me come down here?
MRS.CLANDON.Well, partly because I wanted to see you---McCOMAS (with good-humored irony).Thanks.
MRS.CLANDON.---and partly because I want you to explain everything to the children.They know nothing; and now that we have come back to England, it is impossible to leave them in ignorance any longer.
(Agitated.) Finch: I cannot bring myself to tell them.I--- (She is interrupted by the twins and Gloria.Dolly comes tearing up the steps, racing Philip, who combines a terrific speed with unhurried propriety of bearing which, however, costs him the race, as Dolly reaches her mother first and almost upsets the garden seat by the precipitancy of her arrival.)DOLLY (breathless).It's all right, mamma.The dentist is coming;and he's bringing his old man.
MRS.CLANDON.Dolly, dear: don't you see Mr.McComas? (Mr.McComas rises, smilingly.)DOLLY (her face falling with the most disparagingly obvious disappointment).This! Where are the flowing locks?
PHILIP (seconding her warmly).Where the beard? ---the cloak? ---the poetic exterior?
DOLLY.Oh, Mr.McComas, you've gone and spoiled yourself.Why didn't you wait till we'd seen you?
McCOMAS (taken aback, but rallying his humor to meet the emergency).
Because eighteen years is too long for a solicitor to go without having his hair cut.
GLORIA (at the other side of McComas).How do you do, Mr.McComas?
(He turns; and she takes his hand and presses it, with a frank straight look into his eyes.) We are glad to meet you at last.
McCOMAS.Miss Gloria, I presume? (Gloria smiles assent, and releases his hand after a final pressure.She then retires behind the garden seat, leaning over the back beside Mrs.Clandon.) And this young gentleman?
PHILIP.I was christened in a comparatively prosaic mood.My name is---DOLLY (completing his sentence for him declamatorily)."Norval.On the Grampian hills"---PHILIP (declaiming gravely)."My father feeds his flock, a frugal swain"---MRS.CLANDON (remonstrating).Dear, dear children: don't be silly.
Everything is so new to them here, Finch, that they are in the wildest spirits.They think every Englishman they meet is a joke.
DOLLY.Well, so he is: it's not our fault.
PHILIP.My knowledge of human nature is fairly extensive, Mr.
McComas; but I find it impossible to take the inhabitants of this island seriously.
McCOMAS.I presume, sir, you are Master Philip (offering his hand)?
PHILIP (taking McComas's hand and looking solemnly at him).I was Master Philip---was so for many years; just as you were once Master Finch.(He gives his hand a single shake and drops it; then turns away, exclaiming meditatively) How strange it is to look back on our boyhood!
(McComas stares after him, not at all pleased.)DOLLY (to Mrs.Clandon).Has Finch had a drink?
MRS.CLANDON (remonstrating).Dearest: Mr.McComas will lunch with us.
DOLLY.Have you ordered for seven? Don't forget the old gentleman.
MRS.CLANDON.I have not forgotten him, dear.What is his name?
DOLLY.Chalkstones.He'll be here at half past one.(To McComas.)Are we like what you expected?
MRS.CLANDON (changing her tone to a more earnest one).Dolly: Mr.
McComas has something more serious than that to tell you.Children: Ihave asked my old friend to answer the question you asked this morning.
