The Story of the Gadsbys/The Valley of the Shadow

THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW.


"Knowing Good and Evil."

SCENE.—The Gadsbys' bungalow in the Plains in June. Punkah coolies asleep in verandah where Captain Gadsby is walking up and down. Doctor's trap in porch. Junior Chaplain fluctuating generally and uneasily through the house. Time—3·40 A.M. Heat 94° in verandah.

 

Doctor (coming into verandah and touching G. on the shoulder).—You had better go in and see her now.

Captain G. (the colour of good cigar-ash).—Eh, wha-at? Oh, yes, of course. What did you say?

Doctor (syllable by syllable).—Go—in—to—the—room—and—see—her. She wants to speak to you. (Aside, testily.) I shall have him on my hands next.

Junior Chaplain (in half-lighted dining-room}.—Isn't there any——?

Doctor (savagely).—Hsh, you little fool!

Junior Chaplain.—Let me do my work. Gadsby, stop a minute! (Edges after G.)

Doctor.—Wait till she sends for you at least—at least. Man alive, he'll kill you if you go in there! What are you bothering him for?

Junior Chaplain (coming into verandah).—I've given him a stiff brandy-peg. He wants it. You've forgotten him for the last ten hours and—forgotten yourself too.

G. enters bed-room, which is lighted by one night-lamp. Ayah on the floor pretending to be asleep.

Voice (from the bed).—All down the street—such bonfires! Ayah, go and put them out! (Appealingly.) How can I sleep with an installation of the C.I.E. in my room? No—not C.I.E. Something else. What was it?

Captain G. (trying to control his voice).—Minnie, I'm here. (Bending over bed.) Don't you know me, Minnie? It's me—it's Phil—it's your husband.

Voice (mechanically).—It's me—it's Phil—it's your husband.

Captain G.—She doesn't know me! . . . It's your own husband, darling.

Voice.—Your own husband, darling.

Ayah (with an inspiration). Memsahib understanding all I saying.

Captain G.—Make her understand me then—quick!

Ayah (hand on Mrs. G.'s forehead}.—Memsahib! Captain Sahib have sent Salaam—wanting see you.

Voice. Salam do. (Fretfully.) I know I'm not fit to be seen.

Ayah (aside to G.).—Say "marneen" same as at breakfast.

Captain G.—Good morning, little woman. How are we to-day?

Voice.—That's Phil. Poor old Phil. (Viciously.) Phil, you fool, I can't see you. Come nearer.

Captain G.—Minnie! Minnie! It's me—you know me?

Voice (mockingly).—Of course I do. Who does not know the man who was so cruel to his wife—almost the only one he ever had?

Captain G.—Yes, dear. Yes—of course, of course. But won't you speak to him? He wants to speak to you so much.

Voice.—They'd never let him in. The Doctor would stop him even if he were in the house. He'll never come. (Despairingly.) Oh Judas! Judas! Judas!

Captain G. (putting out his arms).—They have let him in, and he always was in the house. Oh my love—don't you know me?

Voice (in a half chant).—"And it came to pass at the eleventh hour that this poor soul repented." It knocked at the gates, but they were shut—tight as a plaster—a great, burning plaster. They had pasted our marriage certificate all across the door and it was made of red-hot iron. People really ought to be more careful, you know.

Captain G.—What am I to do? (Takes her in his arms.) Minnie! speak to me—to Phil.

Voice.—What shall I say? Oh tell me what to say before it's too late! They are all going away and I can't say anything.

Captain G.—Say you know me! Only say you know me!

Doctor (who has entered quietly).—For pity's sake don't take it too much to heart, Gadsby. It's this way sometimes. They won't recognise. They say all sorts of queer things—don't you see?

Captain G.—All right! All right! Go away now! she'll recognise me; you're bothering her. She must—mustn't she, Doc?

Doctor.—She will before. . . . Have I your leave to try—

Captain G.—Anything you please so long as she'll know me. It's only a question of—hours, isn't it?

Doctor (professionally).—While there's life there's hope, y'know. But don't build on it.

Captain G.—I don't. Pull her together if it's possible. (Aside.) What have I done to deserve this?

Doctor (bending over bed).—Now Mrs. Gadsby. We shall be all right to-morrow—You must take it, or I shan't let Phil see you—It isn't nasty, is it?

Voice.—Medicines! Always more medicines. Can't you leave me alone?

Captain G.—Oh leave her in peace, Doc!

Doctor (stepping back,—aside).—May I be forgiven if I've done wrong. (Aloud.) In a few minutes she ought to be sensible; but I daren't tell you to look for anything. It's only——

Captain G.—What? Go on, man.

Doctor (in a whisper).—Forcing the last rally.

Captain G.—Then leave us alone.

Doctor.—Don't mind what she says at first, if you can. They . . . they . . . they turn against those they love most sometimes in this . . . It's hard, but . . .

Captain G.—Am I her husband or art? you? Leave us alone for whatever time we have together.

Voice. (confidentially).—And we were engaged quite suddenly, Emma. I assure you that I never thought of it for a moment; but, my little Me!—I don't know what I should have done if he hadn't proposed.

Captain G.—She thinks of that Deercourt girl before she thinks of me. (Aloud.) Minnie!

Voice.—Not from the shops, Mummy dear. You can get the real leaves from Kaintu, and (laughing weakly) never mind about the blossoms . . . Dead white silk is only fit for widows, and I won't wear it. It's as bad as a winding-sheet. (A long pause.)

Captain G.—I never asked a favour yet. If there is anybody to listen to me, let her know me—even if I die too!

Voice. (very faintly).—Pip, Pip, dear.

Captain G.—I'm here, darling.

Voice.—What has happened? They've been bothering me so with medicines and things, and they wouldn't let you come and see me. I was never ill before. Am I ill now?

Captain G.—You—you aren't quite well.

Voice.—How funny! Have I been ill long?

Captain G.—Some days; but you will be all right in a little time.

Voice.—Do you think so, Pip? I don't feel well and . . . Oh! what have they done to my hair?

Captain G.—I d-d-don't know.

Voice.—They've cut it off. What a shame!

Captain G.—It must have been to make your head cooler.

Voice.—'Just like a boy's wig. Don't I look horrid!

Captain G.—Never looked prettier in your life, dear. (Aside.) How am I to ask her to say good-bye?

Voice.—I don't feel pretty. I feel very ill. My heart won't work. It's nearly dead inside me, and there's a funny feeling in my eyes. Everything seems the same distance—you and the wardrobe and the table—inside my eyes or miles away. What does it mean, Pip?

Captain G.—You're a little feverish, Sweetheart—very feverish. (Breaking down.) My love! my love! How can I let you go?

Voice.—I thought so. Why didn't you tell me that at first?

Captain G.—What?

Voice.—That I am going to . . . die.

Captain G.—But you aren't! You shan't!

Ayah (stepping into verandah after a glance at the bed).—Coolie boy—stop pulling punkah.

Voice.—It's hard, Pip. So very, very hard after one year—just one year. (Wailing.) And I'm only twenty. Most girls aren't even married at twenty. Can't they do anything to help me? I don't want to die.

Captain G.—Hush, dear. You won't.

Voice.—What's the use of talking. Help me! You've never failed me yet. Oh, Phil, help me to keep alive! (Feverishly.) I don't believe you wish me to live. You weren't a bit sorry when that horrid Baby thing died. I wish I'd killed Baby!

Captain G. (drawing his hand across his forehead).—It's more than a man's meant to bear—it's not right. (Aloud.) Minnie love, I'd die for you if it would help.

Voice.—No more death. There's enough already. Pip, don't you die too.

Captain G.—I wish I dared.

Voice.—It says: "Till Death do us part". Nothing after that . . . and so it would be no use. It stops at the dying. Why does it stop there? Only such a very short life, too. Pip, I'm sorry we married.

Captain G.—No! Anything but that, Min!

Voice.—Because you'll forget and I'll forget. Oh Pip, don't forget! I always loved you, though I was cross sometimes. If I ever did anything that you didn't like say you forgive me now.

Captain G.—You never did, darling. On my soul and honour you never did. I haven't a thing to forgive you.

Voice.—I sulked for a whole week about bedding out those petunias. (With a laugh.) What a little wretch I was, and how grieved you were! Forgive me that, Pip.

Captain G.—There's nothing to forgive. It was my fault. They were too near the drive. For God's sake don't talk so, Minnie! There's such a lot to say and so little time to say it in.

Voice.—Say that you'll always love me—until the end.

Captain G.—Until the end. (Carried away.) It's a lie. It must be, because we've loved each other. This isn't the end.

Voice (relapsing into semi-delirium).—My Church-service has an ivory cross on the back, and it says so, so it must be true. "Till death do us part." . . . But that's a lie. (With a parody of G.'s manner.) A damned lie! (Recklessly.) Yes, I can swear as well as Trooper Pip. I can't make my head think, though. That's because they cut off my hair. How can one think with one's head all fuzzy? (Pleadingly.) Hold me, Pip! Keep me with you always and always. (Relapsing) But if you marry the Thorniss girl when I'm dead, I'll come back and howl under our bedroom window all night. Oh bother! You'll think I'm jackals. Pip, what time is it?

Captain G.—A little before the dawn, dear.

Voice.—I wonder where I shall be this time to-morrow?

Captain G.—Would you like to see the Padre?

Voice.—Why should I? He'd tell me that I am going to Heaven; and that wouldn't be true, because you are here. Do you recollect when he upset the cream-ice all over his trousers at the Gassers' tennis?

Captain G.—Yes, dear.

Voice.—I often wondered whether he got another pair of trousers; but then his are so shiny all over, that you really couldn't tell unless you were told. Let's call him in and ask.

Captain G. (gravely).—No. I don't think he'd like that. 'Your head comfy, Sweetheart?

Voice (faintly, with a sigh of contentment).—Yeth! Gracious Pip, when did you shave last? Your chin's worse than the barrel of a musical-box. . . . No, don't lift it up. I like it. (A pause.) You said you've never cried at all. You're crying all over my cheek.

Captain G.—I—I—I can't help it, dear.

Voice.—How funny! I couldn't cry now to save my life. (G. shivers.) I want to sing.

Captain G.—Won't it tire you? 'Better not, perhaps.

Voice.—Why? I won't be ordered about! (Begins in a hoarse quaver):—

Minnie bakes oaten cake, Minnie brews ale,
All because her Johnnie's coming home from the sea (That's parade, Pip),
And she grows red as rose who was so pale:
And "are you sure the church-clock goes?" says she,

(Pettishly.) I knew I couldn't take the last note. How do the bass chords run? (Puts out her hands and begins playing piano on the sheet.)

Captain G. (catching up hands).—Ah! Don't do that, Pussy, if you love me.

Voice.—Love you? Of course I do. Who else should it be? (A pause.)

Voice. (very clearly).—Pip, I'm going now. Something's choking me cruelly. (Indistinctly.) Into the dark . . . without you, my heart. . . . But it's a lie, dear . . . we mustn't believe it. . . . For ever and ever, living or dead. Don't let me go, my husband—hold me tight. . . . They can't . . . whatever happens. (A cough.) Pip—my Pip! Not for always . . . and . . . so . . . soon! (Voice ceases.)

Pause of ten minutes. G. buries his face in the side of the bed, while Ayah bends over bed from opposite side and feels Mrs. G.'s breast and forehead.

Captain G. (rising).—Ayah, tell the Doctor.

Ayah (still by bedside, with a shriek).—Ai! Ai! Breaking! My Memsahib! Not getting—not have got—broken fever now—sweat have come! (Fiercely to G.) You go tell Doctor! Oh, my Memsahib!

Doctor (entering hastily).—Come away, Gadsby. (Bends over bed.) Eh? The dev—— What inspired you to stop the punkah? Get out, man—go away—wait outside! Go! Here Ayah? (Over his shoulder to G.) Mind, I promise nothing.

The dawn breaks as G. stumbles into the garden.

Captain Mafflin (reining up at the gate, on his way to parade, and very soberly). Old man, how goes?

Captain G. (dazed).—I don't quite know. Stay a bit. Have a drink or something. Don't run away. You're just getting amusing. Ha! ha!

Captain M. (aside).—What am I let in for? Gaddy has aged ten years in the night.

Captain G. (slowly, fingering charger's headstall).—Your curb's too loose.

Captain M.—So it is. Put it straight, will you? (Aside.) I shall be late for parade. Poor Gaddy.

Captain G. links and unlinks curb-chain aimlessly, and finally stands staring towards the verandah. The day brightens.

Doctor (knocked out of professional gravity, tramping across flower-beds and shaking G.'s hands).—It's—it's—it's!—Gadsby, there's a fair chance—a dashed fair chance! The flicker y'know. The sweat y'know! I saw how it would be. The punkah, y'know. Deuced clever woman that Ayah of yours. Just at the right time. A dashed good chance! No—you don't go in. We'll pull her through yet. I promise on my reputation—under Providence. Send a man with this note to Bingle. Two heads better than one. 'Specially the Ayah! We'll pull her round. (Retreats hastily to house.)

Captain G. (his head on neck of M.'s charger).—Jack! I bub—bub—believe I'm going to make a bub—bub—blasted exhibitiod of byself.

Captain M. (sniffing openly and feeling in his left cuff).—I b—b—believe I'b doing it already. Old bad, what cad I say? I'b as pleased as . . . Cod dab you, Gaddy! You're one big idiot and I'b adother. (Pulling himself together.) Sit tight! Here comes the Devil Dodger.

Junior Chaplain (who is not in the Doctor's confidence).—We—we are only men in these things, Gadsby. I know that I can say nothing now to help——

Captain M. (jealously). Then don't say it! Leave him alone. It's not bad enough to croak over. Here, Gaddy, take the note to Bingle and ride hell-for-leather. It'll do you good. I can't go.

Junior Chaplain. Do him good! (Smiling.) Give it me and I'll drive. Let him lie down. Your horse is blocking my cart—sir!

Captain M. (slowly, without reining back).—I beg your pardon—I'll apologise. On paper if you like.

Junior Chaplain (flicking M's charger).—That'll do, thanks. Turn in, Gadsby, and I'll bring Bingle back—ahem "hell-for-leather".

Captain M. (solus).—It would ha' served me right if he had cut me across the face. He can drive too. I shouldn't care to go that pace in a bamboo-cart. What a faith he must have in his Maker—of harness! Come hup, you brute! (Gallops off to parade, blowing his nose, as the sun rises.)

 

Interval of Five Weeks.

Mrs. G. (very white and pinched, in morning wrapper at breakfast table).—How big and strange the room looks, and, oh, how glad I am to see it again! What dust, though! I must talk to the servants. Sugar, Pip? I've almost forgotten. (Seriously.) Wasn't I very ill?

Captain G.—Iller than I liked. (Tenderly.) Oh, you bad little Pussy, what a start you gave me!

Mrs. G.—I'll never do it again.

Captain G.—You'd better not. And now get those poor pale cheeks pink again, or I shall be angry. Don't try to lift the urn. You'll upset it. Wait. (Comes round to head of table and lifts urn.)

Mrs. G. (quickly).—Butler, go and fetch the kettle. (Drawing down G.'s face to her own.) Pip, dear, I remember.

Captain G.—What?

Mrs. G.—That last terrible night.

Captain G.—Then, just you forget all about it.

Mrs. G. (softly, her eyes filling).—Never. It has brought us very close together, my husband. There! (Interlude.) I'm going to give Junda a new cloth.

Captain G.—I gave her fifty rupees.

Mrs. G.—So she told me. It was a 'normous reward. Was I worth it? (Several interludes.) Don't! Here's the servant Two lumps or one, sir?

 

CURTAIN.