The Tyranny of Tears: A Comedy in Four Acts

by C. Haddon Chambers

Miss Woodward.

Thank you, Evans. Let it wait.

[Gunning moves away to C. with a satisfied smile.

Evans.

Yes, Miss.

[Exit L.

Miss Woodward.

Good-bye, Mr. Gunning. If you were entirely different from what you are, I think I could have liked you; or if I were entirely different from what I am, I think I might have married you. But you are hopelessly modern and cold-blooded, and I am only an old-fashioned, healthy English girl, and a healthy English girl doesn’t want to make experiments, she wants to be loved.

[Suddenly Gunning throws his arm round her, and bends forward to kiss her. She quickly raises her clenched hand as if to strike him in the face. He looks her in the eyes without flinching.

Gunning.