Six Short Plays | Page 9

his pocket, brings out the little box, opens it, fingers
the white tabloids.]
LARRY. Two each--after food. [He laughs and puts back the box] Oh!
my girl!

[The sound of a piano playing a faint festive tune is heard afar off. He
mutters, staring at the fire.]
[Flames-flame, and flicker-ashes.]
"No more, no more, the moon is dead, And all the people in it."
[He sits on the couch with a piece of paper on his knees, adding a few
words with a stylo pen to what is already written.]
[The GIRL, in a silk wrapper, coming back through the curtains,
watches him.]
LARRY. [Looking up] It's all here--I've confessed. [Reading]
"Please bury us together." "LAURENCE DARRANT. "January 28th,
about six p.m."
They'll find us in the morning. Come and have supper, my dear love.
[The girl creeps forward. He rises, puts his arm round her, and with her
arm twined round him, smiling into each other's faces, they go to the
table and sit down.]
The curtain falls for a few seconds to indicate the passage of three
hours. When it rises again, the lovers are lying on the couch, in each
other's arms, the lilies stream about them. The girl's bare arm is round
LARRY'S neck. Her eyes are closed; his are open and sightless. There
is no light but fire-light.
A knocking on the door and the sound of a key turned in the lock.
KEITH enters. He stands a moment bewildered by the half- light, then
calls sharply: "Larry!" and turns up the light. Seeing the forms on the
couch, he recoils a moment. Then, glancing at the table and empty
decanters, goes up to the couch.
KEITH. [Muttering] Asleep! Drunk! Ugh!
[Suddenly he bends, touches LARRY, and springs back.]
What! [He bends again, shakes him and calls] Larry! Larry!
[Then, motionless, he stares down at his brother's open, sightless eyes.
Suddenly he wets his finger and holds it to the girl's lips, then to
LARRY'S.]
[He bends and listens at their hearts; catches sight of the little box lying
between them and takes it up.]
My God!
[Then, raising himself, he closes his brother's eyes, and as he does so,
catches sight of a paper pinned to the couch; detaches it and reads:]
"I, Lawrence Darrant, about to die by my own hand confess that I----"

[He reads on silently, in horror; finishes, letting the paper drop, and
recoils from the couch on to a chair at the dishevelled supper table.
Aghast, he sits there. Suddenly he mutters:]
If I leave that there--my name--my whole future!
[He springs up, takes up the paper again, and again reads.]
My God! It's ruin!
[He makes as if to tear it across, stops, and looks down at those two;
covers his eyes with his hand; drops the paper and rushes to the door.
But he stops there and comes back, magnetised, as it were, by that
paper. He takes it up once more and thrusts it into his pocket.]
[The footsteps of a Policeman pass, slow and regular, outside. His face
crisps and quivers; he stands listening till they die away. Then he
snatches the paper from his pocket, and goes past the foot of the couch
to the fore.]
All my----No! Let him hang!
[He thrusts the paper into the fire, stamps it down with his foot,
watches it writhe and blacken. Then suddenly clutching his head, he
turns to the bodies on the couch. Panting and like a man demented, he
recoils past the head of the couch, and rushing to the window, draws
the curtains and throws the window up for air. Out in the darkness rises
the witch-like skeleton tree, where a dark shape seems hanging. KEITH
starts back.]
What's that? What----!
[He shuts the window and draws the dark curtains across it again.]
Fool! Nothing!
[Clenching his fists, he draws himself up, steadying himself with all his
might. Then slowly he moves to the door, stands a second like a carved
figure, his face hard as stone.]
[Deliberately he turns out the light, opens the door, and goes.]
[The still bodies lie there before the fire which is licking at the last
blackened wafer.]
CURTAIN

End of this Project Gutenberg Etext of THE FIRST AND LAST (play)
by John Galsworthy.

THE LITTLE MAN

A FARCICAL MORALITY IN THREE SCENES

CHARACTERS
THE LITTLE MAN. THE AMERICAN. THE ENGLISHMAN. THE
ENGLISHWOMAN. THE GERMAN. THE DUTCH BOY. THE
MOTHER. THE BABY. THE WAITER. THE STATION OFFICIAL.
THE POLICEMAN. THE PORTER.

SCENE I
Afternoon, on the departure platform of an Austrian railway station. At
several little tables outside the buffet persons are taking refreshment,
served by a pale young waiter. On a seat against the wall of the buffet a
woman of lowly station is sitting