- In a solicitor's private office. A client is stamping up and down. Both are youngish men.
CLIENT. No, Arthur: a separation. I'll put up with it no longer.
SOLICITOR. Listen to me, Horace.
CLIENT. I wont listen to you. I wont listen to anybody. My wife and I have come to the parting of the ways.
SOLICITOR. But, my dear Horace, you have nothing against her.
CLIENT. Nothing against her. Nothing ag —!
SOLICITOR. I tell you, nothing. You dont complain of her temper: you dont complain of her housekeeping: you dont complain of anything except that she makes you jealous.
CLIENT. I'm not jealous. But if I could stoop to such a feeling, I should have cause for it.
SOLICITOR. Look here, Horace. If you have cause for a separation on that ground, you have cause for a divorce.
CLIENT. I am perfectly willing to be divorced —I mean to divorce her. But you keep telling me I cant.
SOLICITOR. Neither can you. You dont allege misconduct: but allege talk. Talk isnt good enough.
CLIENT. You mean it isnt bad enough. That shews how little you know about it.
SOLICITOR [out of patience] 0h well then, have it your own way. What do you complain of?
CLIENT. Whats that to you?
SOLICITOR. To me! Why, man, I've got to tackle your wife here in this room this very morning, and explain to her that you are determined to separate from her. Do you suppose I am going to do that without giving her a reason?
CLIENT. I dont mind telling you this. No other man would have stood —
SOLICITOR. Thats no good. What did you stand? You neednt have any delicacy about telling me. Thats what I'm for. You pay a solicitor for the privilege of telling him all your most private affairs. Just forget that we're old friends, and remember only that I'm your solicitor. Besides, you will tell me nothing that I havnt been told fifty times by husbands sitting in that chair. Dont suppose youre the only man in the world that doesnt get on with his wife.
CLIENT. I bet you what you like youve never heard of a case like mine before.
SOLICITOR. I shall be able to judge of that when you tell me what your case is.
CLIENT. Well, look here. Did you ever hear of a woman coming to her husband and saying that Nature had gifted her with such an extraordinary talent for making people fall in love with her that she considered it a sin not to exercise it?
SOLICITOR. But she has you to make fall in love with her.
CLIENT. Yes: but she's done that; and she says it's so nice, and has improved me so much that she wants to do it again and improve somebody else. She says it's like a genius for bringing up children. The women who have that, she says, keep schools. They are so good at it that they have to be un- faithful to their own children and run after other people's, she says. And in just the same way, she maintains, a woman with a genius for improving men by love ought to improve them by the dozen. What do you think of that?
SOLICITOR. [rather taken with the idea] Theres something in that, you know.
SOLICITOR. I mean of course, logically. It's improper; but it makes good sense. I wonder whats the proper answer to it?
CLIENT. Thats what she says.
SOLICITOR. Oh. And what do you say to her?
CLIENT. I tell her that the proper answer to it is that she ought to be ashamed of herself.
SOLICITOR. Does that do any good?
SOLICITOR. Has she ceased to care for you?
CLIENT. No. She says she will practise on me to keep her hand in; but that she is getting tired of me and must have some new interest in life. Now what do you say to your paragon?
SOLICITOR. My paragon! Have I said a word in her defence?
CLIENT. Have you said a word in mine?
SOLICITOR. But dont you see what the consequences will be if you separate? You will lose all control over her; and then there will be a divorce.
CLIENT. I havnt any control over her at present.
- The Junior Clerk enters.
JUNIOR CLERK. A lady to see you, sir. [With emotion ] She is a very beautiful lady. Oh, sir, if she is in any trouble, will you help her. If she is accused, do not believe a word against her. I'll stake my life on her innocence.
SOLICITOR. [almost speechless] Well—! Really, Mr Guppy! [Recovering himself a little] What name?
JUNIOR CLERK. I forgot to ascertain her name, sir.
SOLICITOR. Perhaps you will be so kind as to repair that omission.
JUNIOR CLERK. I hardly dare ask her, sir. It will seem a profanation. But I think —I hope —she will forgive me.
- [He goes out.]
CLIENT. It's my wife. She's been trying it on that young lunatic.