The First and the Last: A Drama in Three Scenes

PERSONS OF THE PLAY KEITH DARRANT, K.C. LARRY DARRANT, His Brother. WANDA. SCENE I. KEITH'S Study. SCENE II. WANDA's Room. SCENE III. The Same. Between SCENE I. and SCENE II.—Thirty hours. Between SCENE II. and SCENE III.—Two months.
It is six o'clock of a November evening, in KEITH DARRANT'S study. A large, dark-curtained room where the light from a single reading-lamp falling on Turkey carpet, on books beside a large armchair, on the deep blue-and-gold coffee service, makes a sort of oasis before a log fire. In red Turkish slippers and an old brown velvet coat, KEITH DARRANT sits asleep. He has a dark, clean-cut, clean-shaven face, dark grizzling hair, dark twisting eyebrows.
KEITH. Who's there?
LARRY. It's true.
Come, Larry! Pull yourself together and drop exaggeration! What on earth do you mean?
LARRY lifts his hands and wrings them.
LARRY. Whom should I tell, Keith? I came to ask what I'm to do— give myself up, or what?
KEITH. When—when—what——?
LARRY. Last night.
KEITH. Good God! How? Where? You'd better tell me quietly from the beginning. Here, drink this coffee; it'll clear your head.
He pours out and hands him a cup of coffee. LARRY drinks it off.
LARRY. My head! Yes! It's like this, Keith—there's a girl——