Such Men Are Dangerous
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NORAH
Yes—of course. What else? Don’t you know I always cry at weddings? And because this will be the biggest wedding of my life I’m getting into practice.
LINDA
The second biggest—one should hope?
NORAH
What? Oh, yes—naturally. But I didn’t cry at my own wedding. In fact, I blush to say it, I got the giggles. We all did. Standing right there at the altar. Daddy—his best man—finally myself. It was dreadful. But then, you see, I had nothing to cry about at my own wedding. I wasn’t losing a beloved daughter.
LINDA
Who was the best man?
NORAH
Oh, heavens, do you know I can’t even remember his name? Isn’t that awful? Some teaching colleague of Daddy’s: a nice enough man; he made me laugh a lot…Brian something or other…Why?
LINDA
Just wondered. Did you laugh a lot afterwards? After the wedding?
NORAH
What do you mean?
LINDA
I don’t know, really. I don’t know what I mean…Well, you weren’t losing a daughter but you were certainly losing other things. Like freedom; like…Mummy, do you ever regret having got married?
NORAH
Oh, darling, what a question!…I know there’ve been times—many, many times—when I’ve said I wanted to run away…and if I’d had anywhere to run to…
LINDA
Well, yes, but there was always Granny’s, wasn’t there?
NORAH
There would have been, obviously, but half the time I didn’t have the train fare. Nor the heart, I suppose, when it really came down to it. For how could I ever honestly have regretted it, you great foolish lump—with you and Tom, and everything like that?
LINDA
What was ‘everything like that’?
NORAH
Why, Dad, of course.
LINDA
At the start were you very much in love with him?
NORAH
At the start? Oh dear. That does sound ominous. But…no; no, I wasn’t. In fact I married on the rebound. It was the same for him. The more exciting loves of our lives were both behind us; and for both of us probably, even if those loves had been reciprocated, they would have proved disastrous. Oh, darling, you must have heard me talk about Rory, the James Dean lookalike, with the tight jeans and the motorbike and the disapproving mum; I must have told you how I went bananas over him. I don’t suppose we truly had a single thing in common…other than sex…but he was definitely a bit of a dish; especially in those tight jeans.
LINDA
And what about him? Who was his great love?
NORAH
Rory’s?
LINDA
No, not Rory’s. Dad’s.
NORAH
Oh, you remember. She was a woman some ten years older than him; already married, divorced, three young children. Very suitable. I imagine he must have fancied the idea of a readymade family. Hermione…But I can tell you all this—it’s nothing that we need to hide—because on the whole it’s been a good marriage. And I’m not sure that the things we had—our mutual respect, enjoying one another’s company, sharing many of the same interests—don’t in the long run make a better foundation for getting married than just being giddily in love. Though I’m not saying that what you and Trevor have…No, I envy you the excitement. It will be something wonderful to look back on; so much more wonderful than…than the rather prosaic beginning your father and I had.
TOM has come downstairs and is now standing at the door to the sitting room. LINDA and NORAH are unaware of his presence.
LINDA
But it won’t last, will it? It will come to much the same in the end.
NORAH
And is that really such a horrifying prospect? Darling, your father and I are happy. By and large. We both made the right decision. We clearly don’t always give the right impression…No, it won’t last. Your pulse won’t accelerate each time you see him, or talk of him, or think of him…Indeed at the moment you scarcely ever stop thinking of him, do you—almost, he underlies your every thought? But in place of that there’ll be an accumulation of little everyday entwining things, a million pleasant memories that no one in this world other than your two selves knows anything about; half- submerged memories it will need only one of you to reach out a groping hand towards…
LINDA
Hey, Mum. I think you’re being a little sentimental.
NORAH
Sentimental? Let me just tell you this—sentimental or otherwise. If suddenly your dad weren’t to be here for any reason—I mean dead rather than gone away—there would be a vital part of me that wasn’t here either. Terrifying…And I can never understand how people can actually choose to break up for no particularly good reason, after they’ve been together ten, twenty, thirty years or more. I really can’t.
LINDA
Perhaps you could say…stuck it out? Two out of three marriages, these days, end in divorce.
NORAH
What is this? Why are we talking of divorce; tonight of all nights?
LINDA
You know, I never planned to marry this young. I thought I’d travel round the world a bit, see something of life, have a good time. Sow my wild oats. I vaguely thought of twenty-five or six or seven.
NORAH
I know you did, darling, and that’s the sort of thing we hoped you’d do, Daddy and I. But this is different. You’ve got a truly exceptional boy out there, the likes of whom—I can tell you!—only come along once in a lifetime…and not usually that. And he won’t stop you travelling round the world, seeing something of life, having a good time. In fact he’ll make it all the more possible because he’s financially in a position to do so, and you’ll be getting twice the fun out of it because you’ll be doing it with somebody you love and stocking up that storehouse of memories together. Just so long as you don’t start on a baby it will be…Darling, you haven’t, have you?
LINDA
Oh, no, nothing like that. Trevor’s very proper. Very proper indeed.
NORAH
Well, from all one hears nowadays that sounds remarkably refreshing. Where does the money come from, by the way?
LINDA
His father’s the Lomax of Lomax Foods.
NORAH
Good gracious!
LINDA
Yes. Not bad, eh? Haven’t I done well?
NORAH
Is it really Easter you’re thinking of? My word but we’ll have to get things moving! Eight weeks—do we have as much as eight weeks? Or won’t we be holding it here…since his parents have offered to pay for it, I mean?
LINDA
Trevor was saying they’d want to get together with you—as soon as they’ve met me.
NORAH
Great heavens. Whatever shall I wear? Do you suppose the DHSS will cough up?
LINDA
Oh, hell. Is it really back to that?
NORAH
A few days ago. You see, we were holding on by the skin of our teeth, counting on Daddy’s new advance…As a gesture of defiance he spent our last twenty pounds on three bottles of whisky. He just went out—didn’t tell me—I was furious. He said I wasn’t the one who had to fill in all those bloody forms; sit there while they pried and patronized and prevaricated; he thought he’d got away from all of that for ever; and then he started to cry…Obviously you’ll never mention it to Trevor—I mean, our being on supplementary benefit—you’ll promise me that, won’t you? I think I’d die of shame.
LINDA
I wish we had money. I really do wish we had money. I wish Daddy was a success. I wish it hadn’t always loomed so large: our poverty, our having to make do.
NORAH
Linda! That’s not like you! At least, I hope it isn’t. I wish it hadn’t always loomed so large as well—of course I do—but Daddy is a success, and anyway we’re not poor, not by so many people’s standards. And what we do have—which thousand
s of others don’t these days—is hope. We’re the lucky ones; we’re going to get out of it. Imagine knowing that you’re stuck forever…imagine the sheer helplessness of feeling—
LINDA
How? How are we going to get out of it?
NORAH
Why, because Daddy will get better and better known with every novel he writes; because maybe at this very moment—or next week—or next year—some film producer somewhere—
LINDA
You sound like him. You’re sounding just like him.
NORAH
Perhaps I am. But a little faith is never such a bad thing.
LINDA
Again! I remember he said something very similar—was it five years ago?—that evening he told us he’d been fired. “Perhaps it’s just to test our faith!” he said. “And so long as you can only keep your faith in me…everyone…I promise you it’s going to be fine! It will all be absolutely fine!”
NORAH
He was not fired.
LINDA
All right. Gave in his notice. Which is worse, far worse. Consigning us to all of this…and simply over some really stupid question of offended pride. What a piddling little thing to sacrifice a job for!
NORAH
It wasn’t a piddling little thing: to be accused of teaching an examination paper. When both the headmaster and the head of your department imply that you’re a liar and a cheat—and when you’re the type of person who always sets such store by the truth; always tries to behave honourably; and won’t even show one sort of face outside the house and a different one inside it…
LINDA
I just can’t see why you and I and Tom also had to give up so much on account of his honour. Anyway, how do you know he resigned? How do you know he wasn’t sacked?
NORAH
How do I know? Because that’s what your father told me—that’s how. How do I know you haven’t gone crazy? I don’t. Besides, there isn’t much that teachers can be sacked for any longer.
LINDA
What can they be sacked for?
NORAH
Oh, I don’t know. Sexual offences—political indoctrination—running berserk with a shotgun? What difference does it make?
LINDA
Well, supposing he had been sacked? That would account for his difficulties in finding another job, wouldn’t it? And supposing it was for something different to what he’d told us? There’s no way we’d have known.
NORAH
Why are we discussing this? Why are we discussing this?…They seem to be a long time out there. I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to scream at you; but I just don’t understand what’s going on. When you came home a couple of hours ago you were radiant—bubbling. And now look at you. What on earth has happened in the meantime?
LINDA
Nothing. Nothing has happened.
NORAH
Something must have. Don’t you want to marry Trevor any longer?
LINDA
I certainly don’t want to feel I have to. Just because he has money and we haven’t.
NORAH
Darling, no one’s asked you to restore the family fortunes. That can’t be what it’s all about. Please tell me what’s upset you.
LINDA
I can’t.
NORAH
Yes, you can. Come on; you can tell your old mum anything.
LINDA
I mean I can’t, because I don’t know. I think I’m suddenly frightened of handing over my life to another person, that’s all.
NORAH
Handing over your life! This isn’t Victorian England.
LINDA
It’s the first time I’ve ever been in love. Perhaps I’m scared it’s not the real thing. I’d rather simply live with him to begin with. But he won’t. Why won’t he?
NORAH
Because he has principles.
LINDA
You know, he’s never done anything more than kiss me. And even that—very chastely.
NORAH
Darling, you’ve got your whole life before you—why are you in such a hurry? When did you actually become engaged?
LINDA
On Wednesday evening, after a dance. And after he’d been going on and on about Dad’s book. In fact I was beginning to think I might be getting increasingly tired of him—when he found this rather novel way of recapturing my interest.
NORAH
And after you’d known each other for a fortnight? Yes, I’m starting to see what you mean about his taking things so slowly. That…combined with his insistence on wanting a full eight weeks before the wedding. By the way, did his parents have any scruples, do you know? Or did they wholeheartedly give it their blessing?
LINDA
Oh, apparently they’re tickled pink. They’re very keen to have him married.
NORAH
But you’re not suggesting that’s the only reason why he’s doing it…because presumably they feel impatient for more grandchildren? I do wish Tom could learn these habits of obedience. I wonder what their secret is…(Some movement makes her suddenly aware of TOM) How long have you been standing there?
TOM
About a minute. Less than a minute.
LINDA
No, of course I’m not suggesting that. Oh, I don’t know what it is I’m suggesting. Should you really be down here? You still look groggy.
TOM
I feel okay. What were you suggesting, Linda?
NORAH
It seems to me the sensible thing all round is just to ask him to wait. Have a six-month engagement. If he’s the man I think he is, he won’t make any protest.
LINDA
If he’s the man I’m beginning to think he is, he won’t make any protest.
NORAH
Since tonight?
LINDA
Oh, I don’t suppose so. Maybe it’s just that things have come more into focus.
TOM
It’s Dad who’s upset you, isn’t it? Well, you know Dad…all that need to be the centre of attention, the funniest person in the room—or, at any rate, the least conventional. Somehow it makes me think of that poem: not waving but drowning.
NORAH
And you know how he’d hate to hurt you in any way. Remember those paroxysms of remorse I mentioned earlier. He’s probably going through one of them right now.
TOM
And, Freaky, you are his little Goody-Two- Shoes.
NORAH
So it was a bit mean, wasn’t it, darling, to hit out like that at his notions of truthfulness and decency?
LINDA
Decency!
NORAH
Yes, haven’t you always thought him decent?
TOM
Especially when he walks through the house in his underpants!
NORAH
Essential decency. Honour.
LINDA
Oh, I suppose so. Yes…Yes.
NORAH
What?
LINDA
Yes! But he’s certainly been acting quite oddly.
TOM
I’ll drink to that!
NORAH
Tom thinks he’s jealous—that’s what he said upstairs. Daddy’s little girl and all that.
TOM
Of course he’s jealous.
NORAH
But, my loves, jealousy isn’t a sin. It can’t be helped any more than…well, uncharitable thoughts, for example. Which, so long as you do your very best to push them from you…And I feel sure he has been doing his very best. Because I feel sure he always does.
TOM
And Trevor is really nice. So whatever you do don’t get all silly.
WILLIAM and TREVOR return.
WILLIAM
We heard that. Why is she getting silly?
TOM
Because she’s a girl. And because she’s my sister.
WILLIAM
In any case, I thought you went to bed, young man.
TOM
I suddenly felt
better—grew afraid of what I could be missing.
WILLIAM
Well, as long as you do feel better.
LINDA
Where have you two been?
WILLIAM
Down to the end of the road and back. Actually we did it twice. It was good to have some fresh air. Cold but invigorating.
LINDA
I’ll go and get the fresh coffee. I set it going a while back.
TREVOR
Can I help you?
LINDA
No, you stay there. Won’t take a minute.
NORAH
(Calling after her) Oh and bring in the biscuit tin, darling. Or—Trevor—are you hungry? Would you like a sandwich, or some scrambled egg or something?
TREVOR
That’s kind—but we ate very well in Doncaster. (TOM removes the ashtray which Trevor had earlier, absent-mindedly, put down on a chair) I don’t think I’ve yet seen anyone smoke, have I?
TOM
It depends what you mean by smoke. Maybe smoulder?