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1910 · PDF PAGE 209

The Winged Beetle

MR TODD 199 could I guess you had the key of things ? Simple as ABC —or, rather, as A ! And nothing to pay after all ! “ For of all Gods you only love not gifts.” [Ushers TODD to the door.] I follow you. [TODD smiles kindly on him. They go out. [The child turns ; and, finding himself alone, begins to cry. CHARLEY. My nice man has gone away. Old Todd has taken him away. I think I hate that old Todd ! [Enter TODD. I hate you ! I hate you ! Where is my nice man ? [TODD whispers in his ear. Oh, I see. It is when people get to be grown-ups that they…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 207

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MR TODD 197 Oh, loving Father of all, what a world Thou hast made ! What a gift is life ! How much it holds of love and laughter ! Is there anything more, anything better ? I cannot believe it. Is there anything, anybody that could make me happier ? THOMAS. Mr. Todd. [Enter TODD. EUPHEMIA. Good afternoon, Mr. Todd ! So glad to see you ! Why, how strange you look ! What have you to say to me ? [TODD whispers in her ear. EUPHEMIA. How splendid ! You mean it ? It is true ? Better than all the rest ! Come, come ! [She throws her arm round his neck …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 206

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196 MR TODD MRS. OSSORY. Tête-à-tête ! But would that be quite proper, Professor ? CARR. How very English !—all you English think that. But—royalty has its own etiquette. [Enter CHARLEY. Come along, Charley boy, and show me how the new engine works ! Never mind that old frump of a Duchess, Mrs. Ossory— perhaps Mr. Todd may call. [Goes out with CHARLEY. MRS. OSSORY. I do hope he meant it. But he’s such a terrible man for pulling legs, as they call it.—I can’t think where Euphemia picks up all her slang !—If that plain, quiet man should really be…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 204

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194 MR TODD Too suspicious—a nasty, sly, sneaking fellow ! Higgin- botham, Ramspittle, Rosenbaum, Hoggenheimer, Flipp, Montgomery, MacAn—no, hang it ! no hope in a Mac— Schpliechenspitzel, Togahening, Adams, Blitzenstein, Cznechzaditzch—no use. I wonder where I caught that cold ! who the devil is there that I could ask ? [Enter THOMAS —OSSORY’S back toward door. THOMAS. Mr. Todd. [Enter TODD—OSSORY doesn’t turn. OSSORY. I can’t see him, Thomas. [Turns.] I beg your pardon, Mr. Todd. The fact is, I’m damnably worried over pay-day. I don’t know yo…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 201

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MR TODD 191 GRANDFATHER. Bitter cold, Charley, for us old people ! Nothing right nowadays ! Oh, my poor leg ! Bitter, bitter cold ! I mind me, more than sixty years ago now—oh dear ! oh dear ! Run and tell Nurse I want my liniment ! Oh dear ! oh dear ! what a wretched world. Sciatics—like rats gnawing, gnawing at you, Charley. CHARLEY. You frighten me, grampa ! Why doesn’t Mr. Carr come and play with me ? GRANDFATHER. He has gone out with your mother. He’ll come by-and-by, no doubt. Run and fetch Nurse, Charley ! [CHARLEY runs off. Oh dear ! I …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 187

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…ather) grief-stricken ; EUPHEMIA sobbing at the table ; CARR and DELHOMME cold and hot respectively in their expression of sympathy. MR. TODD is at the door, his cloak on, his hat in his hand. OSSORY. It is kind of you to have so come far to break the sad news, my dear sir. I hope that we shall see you again soon under—under—under happier circumstances. [TODD bows very low to the company as if deeply sympathising ; but turning his face to the audience, smiles as if at some secret jest. The actor should study hard to make this smile sig- nifican…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 208

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198 MR TODD supplies no hint of the answer to mine. For I—it seems I hardly know what question to ask ! Oh, Charley boy, the future is with you, and with your children—or, can humanity ever solve the great secret ? Is progress a delusion ? Are men mad ? Is the great secret truly transcendental ? We are like madmen, beating out our poor brains upon the walls of the Universe. Is there no Power that might reveal itself ? [Kneels.] Who art Thou before whom all things are equal, being as dust ? Who givest his fame to the poet, his bankruptcy to the …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 190

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180 MR TODD OSSORY. Why, whatever do you mean ? MRS. OSSORY. I don’t mean anything but what I say. He’s a devil ; I’m sure of it. I know it was his fault, somehow. OSSORY. Nonsense, nonsense, my dear ! He was not even in the car. MRS. OSSORY. It was his car, Alfred. OSSORY. You’re a fool, Emily. CARR. I think Mr. Ossory means that we could hardly hold him responsible if one of his steamers ran down a poor polar bear on a drifting iceberg. MRS. OSSORY. I know I’m quite unreasonable ; it’s an instinct, and intuition. You know Saga of Bond Street …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 200

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190 MR TODD EUPHEMIA. Oh, sir, you distress me—indeed you distress me ! DELHOMME. I would not brush the bloom from off the lily—and yet— EUPHEMIA. My god !—Monsieur Delhomme, I am going to shock you. Oh ! Oh ! [She buries her face in her hands. He starts back, surprised at the turn things are taking, and at the violence of her emotion and of its expression. DELHOMME. What is it ! Are you ill ! Have I—— EUPHEMIA. [Steady and straight before him.] I am another man’s—his—his mistress. There ! [He reels, catches a chair and saves himself. Her breas…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 189

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MR TODD 179 DELHOMME. Good morning, Mr. Ossory. Anything I can do, of course ; anything I can do. OSSORY. Thank you, my dear lad. Anything you can do, of course—I will let you know at once. By the way, you haven’t asked her yet, I suppose ? DELHOMME. Not yet, sir. I am rather diffident : I do not care to precipitate affairs. OSSORY. Well, I am really very anxious to see her future assured. And you know our proverb, “ The early bird catches the worm.” [Points to him, and over his shoulder to her.] There’s our scientific friend, eh ? DELHOMME. Oh…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 185

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… the ministry of Foreign Affairs DIONYSUS CARR (thirty-four), Professor of Experimental Eugenics in the University of Tübingen ; and MR. TODD THOMAS, a footman A HOSPITAL NURSE

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1910 · PDF PAGE 192

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182 MR TODD CARR. Oh, Todd’s a good sort ! I think I must be going, sir. EUPHEMIA. I wish you would stay and help me with the letters, Mr. Carr. We shall have a great deal to do in the next day or two. CARR. Well, if you really wish it, I will try and be of what service I can. [CARR, with his back to audience, laughs with his hands, behind it. MRS. OSSORY. That is indeed kind of you, Professor ! [CARR’S hand-laugh grows riotous. GRANDFATHER. Where is Nurse ? I want my whisky and milk. MRS. OSSORY. [Rings.] I shall go down to lunch, Alfred. Lunc…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 196

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186 MR TODD CARR. Shall I remind you—— EUPHEMIA. Must I remind you ? CARR. No ; my memory is excellent. EUPHEMIA. Of what you swore ? CARR. I swore at the granite for not being moss. EUPHEMIA. You swore to love me always. CARR. The champagne at the Mena House is not cham- pagne ; it is—the cork of it is labelled “ Good intentions.” EUPHEMIA. Then you didn’t mean it ? CARR. [kissing her]. Am I, or am I not—a plain ques- tion as between man and man—loving you now ? EUPHEMIA. Oh, I know ! But I am so worried that everything most sure seems all sha…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 205

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MR TODD 195 CARR. There’s better duchesses in Burke than ever came out of it, Mrs. Ossory. By the way, unless rumour lies, the jade ! you can fly much higher than a paltry Duchess ! MRS. OSSORY. Why, why, what do you mean ? Oh, dear Professor, how sweet of you ! Or are you joking ? Somehow one never knows whether you are serious or not ! But you wouldn’t make fun of my embarrassments— Society is so serious, isn’t it ? But, oh do ! do tell me what they say ! CARR. Well, Mrs. Ossory—you know our mysterious friend ? MRS. OSSORY. Mr. Todd ? CARR. Y…

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…M. Marston 157 THE WILD ASS. To Prince O. of Z. K. 159 THE OPIUM-SMOKER. To Elaine Simpson 163 IN MANU DOMINÆ. To Anna Grossmann 168 MR. TODD : A MORALITY. In memoriam Lilith 173 TRANSLATIONS L’AMOUR ET LE CRANE 203 L’ALCHIMIE DE DOULEUR 204 LE VAMPIRE 205 LE BALCON 207 LE GOUT DE L’INFINI 209 L’HEAUTONTIMOROUMENOS 210 LE VIN DE L’ASSASSIN 212 WOMAN 215 TOUT ENTIERE 216 LE VIN DES AMANTS 218 LE REVENANT 219 LOLA DE VALENCE 220 LE BEAU NAVIRE 221 L’INVITATION AU VOYAGE 223 EPILOGUE TO “ PETITS POEMES EN PROSE ” 225 COLLOQUE SENTIMENTAL 226 EN SO…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 186

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… man are never in question. His hair is reddish, curly, luxuriant. He is clean-shaved, and wears an eye- glass with a tortoiseshell rim. TODD has a face of keen pallor ; he is dressed in black, with a flowing black cape, black motor-cap. He gives the impression of great age combined with great activity.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 199

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MR TODD 189 DELHOMME. Of you—of thee. How difficult is the English language to express subtle differences ! You must have seen, Miss Ossory—— EUPHEMIA. [dully]. I have seen nothing. DELHOMME. May I speak ? EUPHEMIA. What is this ? Oh ! DELHOMME. I need not tell you, I see. My unspoken sympathy and devotion—— EUPHEMIA. Spare me, I pray you. DELHOMME. I must speak. Mademoiselle, I am blessed in loving you. I offer you the sympathy and devotion of a lifetime. EUPHEMIA. I beg you to spare me. It is impossible. DELHOMME. It is the truth—it is necess…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 195

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MR TODD 185 EUPHEMIA. Oh, you laugh even at me ! CARR. Because I love you. So I laugh at humanity : if I took men seriously I should have to cut my throat. EUPHEMIA. So you don’t take me seriously either ? CARR. If I did, I should have to cut—— EUPHEMIA. What ? CARR. My lucky ! EUPHEMIA. What a dreadful expression ! Where do you learn such things ? CARR. I notice you don’t have to ask what it means. EUPHEMIA. Stop teasing, darling ! CARR. I’m not teething ! That’s what I complain of ; you always treat me as a baby ! EUPHEMIA. Come to his mummy,…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 198

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188 MR TODD THOMAS. Mr. Delhomme would like to see you for a moment on urgent business. [The lovers exchange signals privately. EUPHEMIA. Show him up. THOMAS. Yes, miss. [THOMAS goes out. CARR. I will go and get a snack. Trust me—love me—— EUPHEMIA. I will—I do. [They embrace. CARR goes to the door—turns. CARR. Love me—trust me. [EUPHEMIA “ flies to him, kisses him again, nods. EUPHEMIA. I will—I do—I love you—I trust you. CARR. Sweetheart ! [they kiss, furtively, as if hearing footsteps.] So long ! [She retreats into the room, and blows him a …

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184 MR TODD the English hypocrite ? Who was poor Uncle Henry ? Did you love poor Uncle Henry so dearly as all that ? How old were you when your father quarrelled with poor Uncle Henry ? About two and a half ! The only thing you know about poor Uncle Henry is that poor Uncle Henry once tickled your toes. [EUPHEMIA gives a little scream of horror.] Enough humbug about poor Uncle Henry ! . . . Sweetheart ! EUPHEMIA. Mine own ! [They embrace and kiss with great intensity. EUPHEMIA. Unhand me, villain ! . . . But one has to be decent about one’s rel…

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