Chains: A Play, in Four Acts

by Elizabeth Baker

CHARLEY. [suddenly dropping his defiance.] Oh, let’s go home, Lil. You’re tired.

MRS. M. Have you just noticed that?

MAGGIE. Mother!

MRS. M. She’s my child, and if her husband won’t think of her, I must.

LILY. Mother, dear, Charley means all right. I’m sure he does. Yes, dear—I’m quite ready to go.

LILY and MRS. MASSEY go out. [[Transcriber’s note: stage direction missing from source.]]

FOSTER. [with the air of pouring oil on troubled waters.] Well, at any rate, it needn’t be settled tonight. Perhaps after a night’s rest—

MAGGIE. [vehemently.] I like impulse.

MASSEY. I expect you do. You don’t know what’s good for you.