mother, [MRS WARREN obeys helplessly.] PRAED Come, Frank. Goodbye, Miss Vivie. VIVIE [Shaking hands.] Goodbye. A pleasant trip. PRAED Thank you: thank you. I hope so. FRANK [To MRS WARREN.] Goodbye: youd ever so much better have taken my
advice. [He shakes hands with her. Then airily to VTVIE] Byebye, Viv. VTVIE Goodbye. [He goes out gaily without shaking hands with her.] PRAED [Sadly.] Goodbye, Kitty.
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MRS WARREN [Sniveling.] ?oobye! [PRAED goes, VTVIE, composed and extremely grave, sits down in Honoria's chair, and waits for her mother to speak. MRS WARREN, dreading a pause, loses no time in beginning.]
MRS WARREN Well, Vivie, what did you go away like that for without saying a word to me? How could you do such a thing! And what have you done to poor George? I wanted him to come with me; but he shuffled out of it. I could see that he was quite afraid of you. Only fancy: he wanted me not to come. As if [Trembling.] I should be afraid of you, dearie, [VIVIE'S gravity deepens.] But of course I told him it was all settled and comfortable between us, and that we were on the best of terms. [She breaks dcnvn.] Vivie: whats the meaning of this? [She produces a commercial envelope, and fumbles at the enclosure with trembling fingers.] I got it from the bank this morning.
VIVIE It is my month's allowance. They sent it to me as usual the other day. I simply sent it back to be placed to your credit, and asked them to send you the lodgment receipt.2 In future I shall support myself. MRS WARREN [Not daring to understand. ] Wasnt it enough? Why didnt you tell me? [With a cunning gleam in her eye.] I'll double it: I was intending to double it. Only let me know how much you want.
VTVIE You know very well that that has nothing to do with it. From this time I go my own way in my own business and among my own friends. And you will go yours. [She rises.] Goodbye.
MRS WARREN [Rising, appalled.] Goodbye? vrviE Yes: Goodbye. Come: dont let us make a useless scene: you understand perfectly well. Sir George Crofts has told me the whole business. MRS WARREN [Angrily.] Silly old?[She swallows an epithet, and turns white at the narrowness of her escape from uttering it.]
VTVIE Just so.
MRS WARREN He ought to have his tongue cut out. But I thought it was ended: you said you didnt mind. VTVIE [Steadfastly. | Excuse me: I d o mind. MRS WARREN But I explained? VTVIE You explained how it came about. You did not tell me that it is still
going on. [She sits.] [MRS WARREN, silenced for a moment, looks forlornly at VTVIE, who waits, secretly hoping that the combat is over. But the cunning expression comes back into MRS WARREN'S face; and she bends across the table, sly and urgent, half whispering.]
MRS WARREN Vivie: do you know how rich I am?
VTVIE I have no doubt you are very rich.
MRS WARREN But you dont know all that that means: youre too young. It means a new dress every day; it means theatres and balls every night; it means having the pick of all the gentlemen in Europe at your feet; it means a lovely house and plenty of servants; it means the choicest of eating and drinking; it means everything you like, everything you want, everything you can think of. And what are you here? A mere drudge, toiling and moiling3 early and late for your bare living and two cheap dresses a year. Think over it. [Soothingly.] Youre shocked, I know. I can enter into your feelings; and I think they do you credit; but trust me, nobody will blame you: you may
2. Deposit slip. 3. Drudging.
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take my word for that. I know what young girls are; and I know youll think better of it when youve turned it over in your mind.
VIVIE So thats how it's done, is it? You must have said all that to many a woman, mother, to have it so pat.
MRS WARREN [Passionately.] What harm am I asking you to do? [VIVIE turns away contemptuously, MRS WARREN continues desperately.] Vivie: listen to me: you dont understand: youve been taught wrong on purpose: you dont know what the world is really like.
VIVIE [Arrested.] Taught wrong on purpose! What do you mean? MRS WARREN I mean that youre throwing away all your chances for nothing. You think that people are what they pretend to be: that the way you were taught at school and college to think right and proper is the way things really are. But it's not: it's all only a pretence, to keep the cowardly slavish common run of people quiet. Do you want to find that out, like other women, at forty, when youve thrown yourself away and lost your chances; or wont you take it in good time now from your own mother, that loves you and swears to you that it's truth: gospel truth? [Urgently] Vivie: the big people, the clever people, the managing people, all know it. They do as I do, and think what 1 think. I know plenty of them. I know them to speak to, to introduce you to, to make friends of for you. I dont mean anything wrong; thats what you dont understand: your head is full of ignorant ideas about me. What do the people that taught you know about life or about people like me? When did they ever meet me, or speak to me, or let anyone tell them about me? the fools! Would they ever have done anything for you if I hadnt paid them? Havnt I told you that I want you to be respectable? Havnt 1 brought you up to be respectable? And how can you keep it up without my money and my influence and Lizzie's friends? Cant you see that youre cutting your own throat as well as breaking my heart in turning your back on me? VIVIE I recognize the Crofts philosophy of life, mother. I heard it all from him that day at the Gardners'. MRS WARREN You think I want to force that played-out old sot on you! I dont, Vivie: on my oath 1 dont. VIVIE It would not matter if you did: you would not succeed, [MRS WARREN winces, deeply hurt In the implied indifference towards her affectionate intention. VIVIE, neither understanding this nor concerning herself about it, goes on calmly.] Mother: you dont at all know the sort of person I am. I dont object to Crofts more than to any other coarsely built man of his class. To tell you the truth, I rather admire him for being strong-minded enough to enjoy himself in his own way and make plenty of money instead of living the usual shooting, hunting, dining-out, tailoring, loafing life of his set merely because all the rest do it. And I'm perfectly aware that if I'd been in the same circumstances as my aunt Liz, I'd have done exactly what she did. I dont think I'm more prejudiced or straitlaced than you: I think I'm less. I'm certain I'm less sentimental. I know very well that fashionable morality is all a pretence, and that if I took your money and devoted the rest of my life to spending it fashionably, I might be as worthless and vicious as the silliest woman could possibly want to be without having a word said to me about it. But I dont want to be worthless. I shouldnt enjoy trotting about the park to advertize my dressmaker and carriage
