HILLCRIST'S study.A pleasant room, with books in calf bindings, and signs that the HILLCRIST'S have travelled, such as a large photograph of the Taj Mahal, of Table Mountain, and the Pyramids of Egypt.A large bureau [stage Right], devoted to the business of a country estate.Two foxes' masks.
Flowers in bowls.Deep armchairs.A large French window open [at Back], with a lovely view of a slight rise of fields and trees in August sunlight.A fine stone fireplace [stage Left].
A door [Left].A door opposite [Right].General colour effect--stone, and cigar-leaf brown, with spots of bright colour.
[HILLCRIST sits in a swivel chair at the bureau, busy with papers.He has gout, and his left foot is encased accord: He is a thin, dried-up man of about fifty-five, with a rather refined, rather kindly, and rather cranky countenance.Close to him stands his very upstanding nineteen-year-old daughter JILL, with clubbed hair round a pretty, manly face.]
JILL.You know, Dodo, it's all pretty good rot in these days.
HILLCRIST.Cads are cads, Jill, even in these days.
JILL.What is a cad?
HILLCRIST.A self-assertive fellow, without a sense of other people.
JILL.Well, Old Hornblower I'll give you.
HILLCRIST.I wouldn't take him.
JILL.Well, you've got him.Now, Charlie--Chearlie--I say--the importance of not being Charlie----HILLCRIST.Good heavens! do you know their Christian names?
JILL.My dear father, they've been here seven years.
HILLCRIST.In old days we only knew their Christian names from their tombstones.
JILL.Charlie Hornblower isn't really half a bad sport.
HILLCRIST.About a quarter of a bad sport I've always thought out hunting.
JILL.[Pulling his hair] Now, his wife--Chloe---HILLCRIST.[Whimsical] Gad! your mother'd have a fit if she knew you called her Chloe.
JILL.It's a ripping name.
HILLCRIST.Chloe! H'm! I had a spaniel once----JILL.Dodo, you're narrow.Buck up, old darling, it won't do.
Chloe has seen life, I'm pretty sure; THAT'S attractive, anyway.
No, mother's not in the room; don't turn your uneasy eyes.
HILLCRIST.Really, my dear, you are getting----JILL.The limit.Now, Rolf----
HILLCRIST.What's Rolf? Another dog?
JILL.Rolf Hornblower's a topper; he really is a nice boy.
HILLCRIST.[With a sharp look] Oh! He's a nice boy?
JILL.Yes, darling.You know what a nice boy is, don't you?
HILLCRIST.Not in these days.
JILL.Well, I'll tell you.In the first place, he's not amorous.
HILLCRIST.What! Well, that's some comfort.
JILL.Just a jolly good companion.
HILLCRIST.To whom?
JILL.Well, to anyone--me.
HILLCRIST.Where?
JILL.Anywhere.You don't suppose I confine myself to the home paddocks, do you? I'm naturally rangey, Father.
HILLCRIST.[Ironically] You don't say so!
JILL.In the second place, he doesn't like discipline.
HILLCRIST.Jupiter! He does seem attractive.
JILL.In the third place, he bars his father.
HILLCRIST.Is that essential to nice girls too?
JILL.[With a twirl of his hair] Fish not! Fourthly, he's got ideas.
HILLCRIST.I knew it!
JILL.For instance, he thinks--as I do----HILLCRIST.Ah! Good ideas.
JILL.[Pulling gently] Careful! He thinks old people run the show too much.He says they oughtn't to, because they're so damtouchy.
Are you damtouchy, darling?
HILLCRIST.Well, I'm----! I don't know about touchy.
JILL.He says there'll be no world fit to live in till we get rid of the old.We must make them climb a tall tree, and shake them off it.
HILLCRIST.[Drily] Oh! he says that!
JILL.Otherwise, with the way they stand on each other's rights, they'll spoil the garden for the young.
HILLCRIST.Does his father agree?
JILL.Oh! Rolf doesn't talk to him, his mouth's too large.Have you ever seen it, Dodo?
HILLCRIST.Of course.
JILL.It's considerable, isn't it? Now yours is--reticent, darling.[Rumpling his hair.]
HILLCRIST.It won't be in a minute.Do you realise that I've got gout?
JILL.Poor ducky! How long have we been here, Dodo?
HILLCRIST.Since Elizabeth, anyway.
JILL.[Looking at his foot] It has its drawbacks.D'you think Hornblower had a father? I believe he was spontaneous.But, Dodo, why all this--this attitude to the Hornblowers?
[She purses her lips and makes a gesture as of pushing persons away.]
HILLCRIST.Because they're pushing.
JILL.That's only because we are, as mother would say, and they're not--yet.But why not let them be?
HILLCRIST.You can't.
JILL.Why?
HILLCRIST.It takes generations to learn to live and let live, Jill.People like that take an ell when you give them an inch.
JILL.But if you gave them the ell, they wouldn't want the inch.
Why should it all be such a skin game?
HILLCRIST.Skin game? Where do you get your lingo?
JILL.Keep to the point, Dodo.
HILLCRIST.Well, Jill, all life's a struggle between people at different stages of development, in different positions, with different amounts of social influence and property.And the only thing is to have rules of the game and keep them.New people like the Hornblowers haven't learnt those rules; their only rule is to get all they can.
JILL.Darling, don't prose.They're not half as bad as you think.
HILLCRIST.Well, when I sold Hornblower Longmeadow and the cottages, I certainly found him all right.All the same, he's got the cloven hoof.[Warming up] His influence in Deepwater is thoroughly bad; those potteries of his are demoralising--the whole atmosphere of the place is changing.It was a thousand pities he ever came here and discovered that clay.He's brought in the modern cutthroat spirit.
JILL.Cut our throat spirit, you mean.What's your definition of a gentleman, Dodo?
HILLCRIST.[Uneasily] Can't describe--only feel it.
JILL.Oh! Try!
HILLCRIST.Well--er--I suppose you might say--a man who keeps his form and doesn't let life scupper him out of his standards.
JILL.But suppose his standards are low?
HILLCRIST.[With some earnestness] I assume, of course, that he's honest and tolerant, gentle to the weak, and not self-seeking.
