Bernard Shaw Fullscreen The Man and the Superman (1905)

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MRS WHITEFIELD.

You shouldn't say things like that, Jack.

I hope you won't tell Ann that I have been speaking to you.

I only wanted to set myself right with you and Tavy.

I couldn't sit mumchance and have everything put on me.

TANNER. [politely] Quite so.

MRS WHITEFIELD. [dissatisfied] And now I've only made matters worse.

Tavy's angry with me because I don't worship Ann.

And when it's been put into my head that Ann ought to marry you, what can I say except that it would serve her right?

TANNER.

Thank you.

MRS WHITEFIELD.

Now don't be silly and twist what I say into something I don't mean.

I ought to have fair play—

Ann comes from the villa, followed presently by Violet, who is dressed for driving.

ANN. [coming to her mother's right hand with threatening suavity] Well, mamma darling, you seem to be having a delightful chat with Jack.

We can hear you all over the place.

MRS WHITEFIELD. [appalled] Have you overheard—

TANNER.

Never fear: Ann is only—well, we were discussing that habit of hers just now.

She hasn't heard a word.

MRS WHITEFIELD. [stoutly] I don't care whether she has or not: I have a right to say what I please.

VIOLET. [arriving on the lawn and coming between Mrs Whitefield and Tanner] I've come to say goodbye.

I'm off for my honeymoon.

MRS WHITEFIELD. [crying] Oh don't say that, Violet.

And no wedding, no breakfast, no clothes, nor anything.

VIOLET. [petting her] It won't be for long.

MRS WHITEFIELD.

Don't let him take you to America.

Promise me that you won't.

VIOLET. [very decidedly] I should think not, indeed.

Don't cry, dear: I'm only going to the hotel.

MRS WHITEFIELD.

But going in that dress, with your luggage, makes one realize—[she chokes, and then breaks out again] How I wish you were my daughter, Violet!

VIOLET. [soothing her] There, there: so I am.

Ann will be jealous.

MRS WHITEFIELD.

Ann doesn't care a bit for me.

ANN.

Fie, mother!

Come, now: you mustn't cry any more: you know Violet doesn't like it [Mrs Whitefield dries her eyes, and subsides].

VIOLET.

Goodbye, Jack.

TANNER.

Goodbye, Violet.

VIOLET.

The sooner you get married too, the better.

You will be much less misunderstood.

TANNER. [restively] I quite expect to get married in the course of the afternoon.

You all seem to have set your minds on it.