King Arthurs Socks and Other Village Plays | Page 9

lovely lady enters. He stares at her in surprise_.
JIMMY. Annabelle!
_Annabelle is little. Annabelle's petulant upturned lips are rosebud red. Annabelle's round eyes are baby-blue. Annabelle is--young_.
ANNABELLE. Yes! It's me! (_There is a tiny lisp in Annabelle's speech_.) I got tired of waiting, and the door was unlocked, so I came right in.
JIMMY. Well!
ANNABELLE. (_hurt_) Aren't you glad to see me?
JIMMY. I'm--delighted. But--but--I thought we were to meet at the station.
ANNABELLE. So we were.
JIMMY. You haven't changed your mind?
ANNABELLE. No. . . .
JIMMY. Er--good.
ANNABELLE. But--
JIMMY. Yes--?
ANNABELLE. I got to wondering. . . . (She drifts to the easy chair in front of the fire.)
JIMMY. Wondering . . . about what? (He looks at his watch.)
ANNABELLE. About love. . . .
JIMMY. Well . . . (_He lights a cigarette_)--it's a subject that can stand a good deal of wondering about. I've wondered about it myself.
ANNABELLE. That's just it--you speak so cynically about it. I don't believe you're in love with me at all!
JIMMY. Nonsense! Of course I'm in love with you.
ANNABELLE. (_sadly_) No you're not.
JIMMY. (_angrily_) But I tell you I am!
ANNABELLE. No. . . .
JIMMY. Foolish child!
ANNABELLE. Well, let's not quarrel about it. We'll talk about something else.
JIMMY. (_vehemently_) What do you suppose this insanity is if it is not love? What do you imagine leads me to this preposterous escapade, if not that preposterous passion?
ANNABELLE. That isn't the way I love you.
JIMMY. Then why do you come with me?
ANNABELLE. Perhaps I'm not coming.
JIMMY. Yes you are. It's foolish--mad--wicked--but you're coming. (She begins to cry softly.) If not--ten minutes away is safety and peace and comfort. Shall I call a taxi for you? (She shakes her head.) No, I thought not. Oh, it's love all right. . . . Antony and Cleopatra defying the Mann Act! Romance! Beauty! Adventure! How can you doubt it?
ANNABELLE. I hate you!
JIMMY. (_cheerfully_) I don't mind. (_Smiling_) I rather hate you myself. And that's the final proof that this is love.
ANNABELLE. (_sobbing_) I thought love was something quite--different!
JIMMY. You thought it was beautiful. It isn't. It's just blithering, blathering folly. We'll both regret it tomorrow.
ANNABELLE. I Won't!
JIMMY. Yes you will. It's human nature. Face the facts.
ANNABELLE. (_tearfully_) Facing the facts is one thing and being in love is another,
JIMMY. Quite so. Well, how long do you think your love for me will last?
ANNABELLE. For ever!
JIMMY. H'm! I predict that you will fall in love with the next man you meet.
ANNABELLE. I think you're perfectly horrid.
JIMMY. So do I. I disapprove of myself violently. I'm a doddering lunatic, incapable of thinking of anything but you. I can't work. I can't eat, I can't sleep. I'm no use to the world. I'm not a man, I'm a mess. I'm about to do something silly because I can't do anything else.
ANNABELLE. (_pouting_) You've no respect for me.
JIMMY. None whatever. I love you. And I'm going to carry you off.
ANNABELLE. You're a brute.
JIMMY. Absolutely. I'd advise you to go straight home.
ANNABELLE. (_defiantly_) Perhaps I shall!
JIMMY. Then go quick. (He takes out his watch.) In one minute, if you are still here, I shall pick you up and carry you off to South America.--Quick! there's the door!
ANNABELLE. (_faintly_) I--I want to go. . . .
JIMMY. Well, why don't you? . . . Thirty seconds!
ANNABELLE. I--I can't!
JIMMY. (_shutting his watch_) Time's up. The die is cast! (_He lifts her from the chair. She clings to him helplessly_.) My darling! My treasure! My beloved!--Idiot that I am!
He kisses her fiercely.
ANNABELLE. (_struggling in his arms_) No! No! No! Stop!
JIMMY. Never!
ANNABELLE. Stop! Please! Please! Oh! . . .
_The light suddenly goes out, and an instant later blazes out again, revealing the Angel, who has suddenly arrived in the middle of the room. The two of them stare at the apparition_.
THE ANGEL. (_politely_) I hope I am not intruding?
JIMMY. Why--why--not exactly!
ANNABELLE. (_in his arms, indignantly_) Jimmy! who is that man?
JIMMY. (_becoming aware of her and putting her down carefully_) I--why--the fact is, I don't--
THE ANGEL. The fact is, madam, I am his Guardian Angel.
ANNABELLE. An Angel! Oh!
THE ANGEL. Tell me, have I intruded?
ANNABELLE. No, not at all!
THE ANGEL. Thank you for reassuring me. I feared for a moment that I had made an inopportune entrance. I was about to suggest that I withdraw until you had finished the--er--ceremony--which I seem to have interrupted.
JIMMY. (_surprised_) But wasn't that what you came for--to interrupt?
THE ANGEL. I beg your pardon!
JIMMY. (_bewilderedly_) I mean--if you are my Guardian Angel, and all that sort of thing, you must have come to--to interfere!
THE ANGEL. I hope you will not think I would be capable of such presumption.
JIMMY. (_puzzled_) You don't want to--so to speak--reform me?
THE ANGEL. Not at all. Why, I scarcely know you!
JIMMY. But you're my--my Guardian Angel, you say?
THE ANGEL. Ah, yes, to be sure. But the relation of angelic