GEOFFREY Not a bad guess. Very near it. To the Under-Secretaryship for Home Affairs.
LADY MOGTON Who is it?
GEOFFREY [He bows.] Your affectionate and devoted servant.
ANNYS You!
PHOEBE [Genuinely delighted. She is not a quick thinker.] Bravo!
Congratulations, old boy! [She has risen--she slaps him on the back.]
ANNYS Geoffrey! [She puts her arms about him.] You never told me anything.
GEOFFREY I know, dear. I was afraid. It mightn't have come off.
And then you would have been so disappointed.
ANNYS [There are tears in her eyes. She still clings to him.] Iam so glad. Oh, I am so glad!
GEOFFREY It is all your doing. You have been such a splendid help. [He breaks gently away from her. Turns to ST. HERBERT, with a lighter tone.] Haven't you anything to say to a fellow? You're not usually dumb.
ST. HERBERT It has all been so sudden--as the early Victorian heroine was fond of remarking!
GEOFFREY [Laughs.] It has been sudden. We had, none of us, any idea till yesterday that old Bullock was thinking of resigning.
ELIZABETH [She has risen and moved towards the fire.] Won't it necessitate a bye-election?
[LADY MOGTON and ST. HERBERT have been thinking it out. On the others the word falls like a bombshell.]
GEOFFREY [He turns to her. He does not see their faces.] Yes.
But I don't anticipate a contest. The Conservatives are without a candidate, and I am on good terms with the Labour Party. Perhaps Mr. Hunnable--[He laughs, then, turning, catches sight of his wife's face. From ANNYS he looks to the others.]
LADY MOGTON [She has risen.] You haven't heard, then, of McCaw versus Potts?
GEOFFREY "McCaw versus Potts!" What the -ST. HERBERT Was decided in the House of Lords late yesterday afternoon. Briefly stated, it confers upon women the right of becoming Parliamentary candidates.
GEOFFREY [He is staggered.] You mean -LADY MOGTON Having regard to which, we have decided to bring forward a woman candidate to contest the next bye-election.
GEOFFREY Um! I see.
ANNYS But we never thought--we never anticipated it would be Geoffrey's.
LADY MOGTON I really cannot admit that that alters the case.
Geoffrey himself would never dream, I am sure, of asking us to sacrifice our cause to his convenience.
GEOFFREY No. Of course not. Certainly not.
LADY MOGTON It is perhaps unfortunate that the candidate selected -ANNYS It is quite impossible. Such a dilemma was never dreamed of.
LADY MOGTON And if not? Is the solidarity of woman -GEOFFREY [Beginning to guess.] Forgive my impatience; but whom HAVE you selected?
ELIZABETH [When she likes she can be quite sweet.] Your wife.
[He expected it.] We rather assumed [she appeals to the others with a gesture], I think, that the president of the Man's League for the Extension of the Franchise to Women would regard it as a compliment.
GEOFFREY [His dislike of her is already in existence.] Yes. Very thoughtful.
ANNYS You must choose some one else.
PHOEBE But there IS no one else.
ANNYS There's mamma.
PHOEBE Mamma's too heavy.
ANNYS Well, then, there's Elizabeth--there's you!
GEOFFREY Yes. Why not you? You and I could have a jolly little fight.
LADY MOGTON This is not a laughing matter. If I could think of any one to take Annys's place I should not insist. I cannot.
PHOEBE You see, it mustn't be a crank.
GEOFFREY [He is losing his temper.] Yes, I suppose that does limit you.
ELIZABETH And then--thanks to you--Mrs. Chilvers has had such excellent training in politics. It was that, I think, that decided us.
GEOFFREY [Convention forbids his strangling her.] Will somebody kindly introduce me to this lady?
ST. HERBERT Ah, yes, of course. You don't know each other, do you? Mr. Geoffrey Chilvers--Mrs. Joseph Spender. Mrs. Spender--Mr. Chilvers, M.P.
ELIZABETH [Sweetly.] Delighted!
GEOFFREY [Not.] Charmed.
LADY MOGTON [To ANNYS.] I am not indifferent to your difficulty.
But the history of woman, my dear Annys, is a history of sacrifice.
We give our sons--if necessary, our husbands.
MRS. MOUNTCALM-VILLIERS [Affected.] How true!
ANNYS But you are not asking me to give him. You are asking me to fight him. I can't.
LADY MOGTON You mean you won't.
ANNYS You can put it that way if you like. I won't.
[A pause.]
JANET I thought Mrs. Chilvers had pledged her word.
ELIZABETH Yes. But without her husband's consent. So, of course, it doesn't count.
GEOFFREY [He turns on her.] Why not you--if there must be a fight? Or would it be against your principles?
ELIZABETH Not in the least.
GEOFFREY Ah!
ELIZABETH I would offer myself as a substitute. Only it might seem like coming between husband and wife.
GEOFFREY [He turns away with a grunt of disgust.]
PHOEBE It's awfully rough on you, Geoffrey. I can see it from your point of view. But one can't help remembering the things that you yourself have said.
GEOFFREY I know; I know. I've been going up and down the country, excusing even your excesses on the ground that no movement can force its way to the front without treading on innumerable toes.
For me, now, to cry halt merely because it happens to be my own toes that are in the way would be--ridiculous--absurd--would be monstrous. [Nobody contradicts him.] You are perfectly justified--if this case means what you say it does--in putting up a candidate against me for East Poplar. Only, naturally, it cannot be Annys.
[He reaches out his hand to where ANNYS stands a little behind him, takes her hand.] Annys and I have fought more than one election.
It has been side by side.
ELIZABETH The lady a little behind.
GEOFFREY [He moves away with an expression of deep annoyance.]
JANET [She comes forward. She holds forth her hands with a half-appealing, half-commanding gesture. She almost seems inspired.]
