Mrs. R. Thank you, I don't require a calendar. To-day is the twenty-third—the day you and I were married. [Sighs.
Jack. 'Pon my word I believe you're right. The twenty-third—so it is! [He becomes silent.
Mrs. R. (to herself, as the "Wedding March" continues jubilantly). He is ashamed of himself. I knew he would be—only he doesn't quite know how to tell me so; he will presently.... I wish I could see his face.... If he is only sorry enough, I think I shall forgive him. JACK! (Softly.) JACK dear! (A prolonged snore from the arm-chair. She goes to him and touches his arm.) You had better go down-stairs and have your cigar, hadn't you? It may keep you awake! (Bitterly.)
Jack (opening his eyes). Eh?—oh! Well, if you're sure you don't mind being alone, I rather think I will.
Mrs. R. I should infinitely prefer being alone—I am so used to it.
[Exit JACK, as the "Wedding March" comes to a triumphant conclusion.
THIRD ANNIVERSARY—1895.
Same Scene. Time, 11:30 P.M. Mrs. MANDOLINE discovered with her Daughter.
Mrs. M. Nearly twelve, and JACK not in yet—on this of all days, too! VIOLA, you will be weak, culpably weak, if you don't speak to him, very seriously, when he does come in.
Mrs. R. (ruefully). I can't, Mother. We're not on speaking terms just now, you know.