CUSINS I have never before ventured to reproach you, Lady Brit; but how could you marry the Prince of Darkness?
LADY BRITOMART It was much more excusable to marry him than to get drunk with him. That is a new accomplishment of Andrew‘s, by the way. He usent to drink.
CUSINS He doesnt now. He only sat there and completed the wreck of my moral basis, the rout of my convictions, the purchase of my soul. He cares for you, Barbara. That is what makes him so dangerous to me.
BARBARA That has nothing to do with it, Dolly. There are larger loves and diviner dreams than the fireside ones. You know that, dont you?
CUSINS Yes: that is our understanding. I know it. I hold to it. Unless he can win me on that holier ground he may amuse me for a while; but he can get no deeper hold, strong as he is.
BARBARA Keep to that; and the end will be right. Now tell me what happened at the meeting?
CUSINS It was an amazing meeting. Mrs. Baines almost died of emotion. Jenny Hill went stark mad with hysteria. The Prince of Darkness played his trombone like a madman: its brazen roarings were like the laughter of the damned. 117 conversions took place then and there. They prayed with the most touching sincerity and gratitude for Bodger, and for the anonymous donor of the £5000. Your father would not let his name be given.
LOMAX That was rather fine of the old man, you know. Most chaps would have wanted the advertisement.
CUSINS He said all the charitable institutions would be down on him like kites on a battle field if he gave his name.
LADY BRITOMART Thats Andrew all over. He never does a proper thing without giving an improper reason for it.
CUSINS He convinced me that I have all my life been doing improper things for proper reasons.
LADY BRITOMART Adolphus: now that Barbara has left the Salvation Army, you had better leave it too. I will not have you playing that drum in the streets.
CUSINS Your orders are already obeyed, Lady Brit.
BARBARA Dolly: were you ever really in earnest about it? Would you have joined if you had never seen me?
CUSINS [disingenuously] Well — er — well, possibly, as a collector of religions —
LOMAX [cunningly] Not as a drummer, though, you know.You are a very clearheaded brainy chap, Cholly; and it must have been apparent to you that there is a certain amount of tosh about —
LADY BRITOMART Charles: if you must drivel, drivel like a grown-up man and not like a schoolboy.
LOMAX [out of countenance] Well, drivel is drivel, dont you know, whatever a man’s age.
LADY BRITOMART In good society in England, Charles, men drivel at all ages by repeating silly formulas with an air of wisdom. Schoolboys make their own formulas out of slang, like you. When they reach your age, and get political private secretaryships and things of that sort, they drop slang and get their formulas out of The Spectator or The Times. You had better confine yourself to The Times. You will find that there is a certain amount of tosh about The Times; but at least its language is reputable.
LOMAX [overwhelmed] You are so awfully strong-minded, Lady Brit —
LADY BRITOMART Rubbish! [MORRISON comes in.] What is it?
MORRISON If you please, my lady, Mr. Undershaft has just drove up to the door.
LADY BRITOMART Well, let him in. [MORRISON hesitates.] Whats the matter with you?
MORRISON Shall I announce him, my lady; or is he at home here, so to speak, my lady?
LADY BRITOMART Announce him.
MORRISON Thank you, my lady. You wont mind my asking, I hope. The occasion is in a manner of speaking new to me.
LADY BRITOMART Quite right. Go and let him in.
MORRISON Thank you, my lady. [He withdraws.]
LADY BRITOMART Children: go and get ready. [SARAH and BARBARA go upstairs for their out-of door wraps.] Charles: go and tell Stephen to come down here in five minutes: you will find him in the drawing room. [CHARLES goes.] Adolphus: tell them to send round the carriage in about fifteen minutes. [ADOLPHUS goes.]
MORRISON [at the door] Mr. Undershaft.
UNDERSHAFT comes in. MORRISON goes out.
UNDERSHAFT Alone! How fortunate!
LADY BRITOMART [rising] Dont be sentimental, Andrew. Sit down. [She sits on the settee: he sits beside her, on her left. She comes to the point before he has time to breathe.] Sarah must have £800 a year until Charles Lomax comes into his property. Barbara will need more, and need it permanently, because Adolphus hasnt any property.
UNDERSHAFT [resignedly] Yes, my dear: I will see to it. Anything else? for yourself, for instance?
LADY BRITOMART I want to talk to you about Stephen.
UNDERSHAFT [rather wearily] Dont, my dear. Stephen doesnt interest me.
LADY BRITOMART He does interest me. He is our son.
UNDERSHAFT Do you really think so? He has induced us to bring him into the world; but he chose his parents very incongruously, I think. I see nothing of myself in him, and less of you.
LADY BRITOMART Andrew: Stephen is an excellent son, and a most steady, capable, highminded young man. You are simply trying to find an excuse for disinheriting him.
UNDERSHAFT My dear Biddy: the Undershaft tradition disinherits him. It would be dishonest of me to leave the cannon foundry to my son.
LADY BRITOMART It would be most unnatural and improper of you to leave it anyone else, Andrew. Do you suppose this wicked and immoral tradition can be kept up for ever? Do you pretend that Stephen could not carry on the foundry just as well as all the other sons of the big business houses?
UNDERSHAFT Yes : he could learn the office routine without understanding the business, like all the other sons; and the firm would go on by its own momentum until the real Undershaft — probably an Italian or a German — would invent a new method and cut him out.
LADY BRITOMART There is nothing that any Italian or German could do that Stephen could not do. And Stephen at least has breeding.
UNDERSHAFT The son of a foundling! nonsense!
LADY BRITOMART My son, Andrew! And even you may have good blood in your veins for all you know.
UNDERSHAFT True. Probably I have. That is another argument in favor of a foundling.
LADY BRITOMART Andrew: dont be aggravating. And dont be wicked. At present you are both.
UNDERSHAFT This conversation is part of the Undershaft tradition, Biddy. Every Undershaft’s wife has treated him to it ever since the house was founded. It is mere waste of breath. If the tradition be ever broken it will be for an abler man than Stephen.
LADY BRITOMART [pouting] Then go away.
UNDERSHAFT [deprecatory] Go away!
LADY BRITOMART Yes: go away. If you will do nothing for Stephen, you are not wanted here. Go to your foundling, whoever he is; and look after him.
UNDERSHAFT The fact is, Biddy —
LADY BRITOMART Dont call me Biddy. I dont call you Andy.
UNDERSHAFT I will not call my wife Britomart: it is not good sense. Seriously, my love, the Undershaft tradition has landed me in a difficulty. I am getting on in years; and my partner Lazarus has at last made a stand and insisted that the succession must be settled one way or the other; and of course he is quite right. You see, I havnt found a fit successor yet.
LADY BRITOMART [obstinately] There is Stephen.
UNDERSHAFT Thats just it: all the foundlings I can find are exactly like Stephen.
LADY BRITOMART Andrew!!
UNDERSHAFT I want a man with no relations and no schooling: that is, a man who would be out of the running altogether if he were not a strong man. And I cant find him. Every blessed foundling nowadays is snapped up in his infancy by Barnardo homes,[69] or School Board officers, or Boards of Guardians; and if he shews the least ability, he is fastened on by schoolmasters; trained to win scholarships like a race-horse; crammed with secondhand ideas; drilled and disciplined in docility and what they call good taste; and lamed for life so that he is fit for nothing but teaching. If you want to keep the foundry in the family, you had better find an eligible foundling and marry him t
o Barbara.
LADY BRITOMART Ah! Barbara! Your pet! You would sacrifice Stephen to Barbara.
UNDERSHAFT Cheerfully. And you, my dear, would boil Barbara to make soup for Stephen.
LADY BRITOMART Andrew: this is not a question of our lik ings and dislikings: it is a question of duty. It is your duty to make Stephen your successor.
UNDERSHAFT Just as much as it is your duty to submit to your husband. Come, Biddy! these tricks of the governing class are of no use with me. I am one of the governing class myself; and it is waste of time giving tracts to a missionary. I have the power in this matter; and I am not to be humbugged into using it for your purposes.
LADY BRITOMART Andrew: you can talk my head off; but you cant change wrong into right. And your tie is all on one side. Put it straight.
UNDERSHAFT [disconcerted] It wont stay unless it’s pinned — [he fumbles at it with childish grimaces].
STEPHEN comes in.
STEPHEN [at the door] I beg your pardon [about to retire].
LADY BRITOMART No: come in, Stephen. [STEPHEN comes forward to his mother’s writing table.]
UNDERSHAFT [not very cordially] Good afternoon.
STEPHEN [coldly] Good afternoon.
UNDERSHAFT [to LADYBRITOMART] He knows all about the tradition, I suppose?
LADY BRITOMART Yes. [To STEPHEN.] It is what I told you last night, Stephen.
UNDERSHAFT [sulkily] I understand you want to come into the cannon business.
STEPHEN I go into trade! Certainly not.
UNDERSHAFT [opening his eyes, greatly eased in mind and manner] Oh! in that case — !
LADY BRITOMART Cannons are not trade, Stephen. They are enterprise.
STEPHEN I have no intention of becoming a man of business in any sense. I have no capacity for business and no taste for it. I intend to devote myself to politics.
UNDERSHAFT [rising] My dear boy: this is an immense relief to me. And I trust it may prove an equally good thing for the country. I was afraid you would consider yourself disparaged and slighted. [He moves towards STEPHEN as if to shake hands with him.]
LADY BRITOMART [rising and interposing] Stephen: I cannot allow you to throw away an enormous property like this.
STEPHEN [stiffly] Mother: there must be an end of treating me as a child, if you please. [LADY BRITOMART recoils, deeply wounded by his tone.] Until last night I did not take your attitude seriously, because I did not think you meant it seriously. But I find now that you left me in the dark as to matters which you should have explained to me years ago. I am extremely hurt and offended. Any further discussion of my intentions had better take place with my father, as between one man and another.
LADY BRITOMART Stephen! [She sits down again; and her eyes fill with tears.]
UNDERSHAFT [with grave compassion] You see, my dear, it is only the big men who can be treated as children.
STEPHEN I am sorry, mother, that you have forced me —
UNDERSHAFT [stopping him] Yes, yes, yes, yes: thats all right, Stephen. She wont interfere with you any more: your independence is achieved: you have won your latchkey. Dont rub it in; and above all, dont apologize. [He resumes his seat.] Now what about your future, as between one man and another — I beg your pardon, Biddy: as between two men and a woman.
LADY BRITOMART [who has pulled herself together strongly] I quite understand, Stephen. By all means go your own way if you feel strong enough. [STEPHEN sits down magisterially in the chair at the writing table with an air of affirming his majority.]
UNDERSHAFT It is settled that you do not ask for the succession to the cannon business.
STEPHEN I hope it is settled that I repudiate the cannon business.
UNDERSHAFT Come, come! dont be so devilishly sulky: it’s boyish. Freedom should be generous. Besides, I owe you a fair start in life in exchange for disinheriting you.You cant become prime minister all at once. Havnt you a turn for something? What about literature, art and so forth?
STEPHEN I have nothing of the artist about me, either in faculty or character, thank Heaven!
UNDERSHAFT A philosopher, perhaps? Eh?
STEPHEN I make no such ridiculous pretension.
UNDERSHAFT Just so. Well, there is the army, the navy, the Church, the Bar. The Bar requires some ability. What about the Bar?
STEPHEN I have not studied law. And I am afraid I have not the necessary push — I believe that is the name barristers give to their vulgarity — for success in pleading.
UNDERSHAFT Rather a difficult case, Stephen. Hardly anything left but the stage, is there? [STEPHEN makes an impatient movement.] Well, come! is there anything you know or care for?
STEPHEN [rising and looking at him steadily] I know the difference between right and wrong.
UNDERSHAFT [hugely tickled] You dont say so! What! no capacity for business, no knowledge of law, no sympathy with art, no pretension to philosophy; only a simple knowledge of the secret that has puzzled all the philosophers, baffled all the lawyers, muddled all the men of business, and ruined most of the artists: the secret of right and wrong. Why, man, youre a genius, a master of masters, a god! At twenty-four, too!
STEPHEN [keeping his temper with difficulty] You are pleased to be facetious. I pretend to nothing more than any honorable English gentleman claims as his birthright [he sits down angrily].
UNDERSHAFT Oh, thats everybody’s birthright. Look at poor little Jenny Hill, the Salvation lassie! she would think you were laughing at her if you asked her to stand up in the street and teach grammar or geography or mathematics or even drawingroom dancing; but it never occurs to her to doubt that she can teach morals and religion. You are all alike, you respectable people. You cant tell me the bursting strain of a ten-inch gun, which is a very simple matter; but you all think you can tell me the bursting strain of a man under temptation.You darent handle high explosives; but youre all ready to handle honesty and truth and justice and the whole duty of man, and kill one another at that game. What a country! what a world!
LADY BRITOMART [uneasily] What do you think he had better do, Andrew?
UNDERSHAFT Oh, just what he wants to do. He knows nothing; and he thinks he knows everything. That points clearly to a political career. Get him a private secretaryship to someone who can get him an Under Secretaryship; and then leave him alone. He will find his natural and proper place in the end on the Treasury bench.[70]
STEPHEN [springing up again] I am sorry, sir, that you force me to forget the respect due to you as my father. I am an Englishman; and I will not hear the Government of my country insulted. [He thrusts his hands in his pockets, and walks angrily across to the window.]
UNDERSHAFT [with a touch of brutality] The government of your country! I am the government of your country: I, and Lazarus. Do you suppose that you and half a dozen amateurs like you, sitting in a row in that foolish gabble shop, can govern Undershaft and Lazarus? No, my friend: you will do what pays u s. You will make war when it suits us, and keep peace when it doesnt. You will find out that trade requires certain measures when we have decided on those measures. When I want anything to keep my dividends up, you will discover that my want is a national need. When other people want something to keep my dividends down, you will call out the police and military. And in return you shall have the support and applause of my newspapers, and the delight of imagining that you are a great statesman. Government of your country! Be off with you my boy, and play with your caucuses and leading articles[71] and historic parties and great leaders and burning questions and the rest of your toys. I am going back to my counting house to pay the piper and call the tune.
STEPHEN [actualty smiling, and putting his hand on his father’s shoulder with indulgent patronage] Really, my dear father, it is impossible to be angry with you. You don’t know how absurd all this sounds to m e. You are very properly proud of having been industrious enough to make money; and it is greatly to your credit that you have made so much of it. But it has kept you in circles where you are valued for your money and d
eferred to for it, instead of in the doubtless very old-fashioned and behind-the-times public school and university where I formed my habits of mind. It is natural for you to think that money governs England; but you must allow me to think I know better.
UNDERSHAFT And what does govern England, pray?
STEPHEN Character, father, character.
UNDERSHAFT Whose character?Yours or mine?
STEPHEN Neither yours nor mine, father, but the best elements in the English national character.
UNDERSHAFT Stephen: Ive found your profession for you. Youre a born journalist. I’ll start you with a high-toned weekly review. There!
STEPHEN goes to the smaller writing table and busies himself with his letters.
SARAH, BARBARA, LOMAX, and CUSINS come in ready for walking. BARBARA crosses the room to the window and looks out. CUSINS drifts amiably to the armchair, and LOMAX remains near the door, whilst SARAH comes to her mother.
SARAH Go and get ready, mamma: the carriage is waiting. [LADY BRITOMART leaves the room.]
UNDERSHAFT [to SARAH] Good day, my dear. Good afternoon, Mr. Lomax.
LOMAX (vaguely] Ahdedoo.
UNDERSHAFT [to CUSINS] Quite well after last night, Euripides, eh?
CUSINS As well as can be expected.
UNDERSHAFT Thats right. [To BARBARA.] So you are coming to see my death and devastation factory, Barbara?
BARBARA [at the window] You came yesterday to see my salvation factory. I promised you a return visit.
LOMAX [coming forward between SARAH and UNDERSHAFT] Youll find it awfully interesting. Ive been through the Woolwich Arsenal; and it gives you a ripping feeling of security, you know, to think of the lot of beggars we could kill if it came to fighting. [To UNDERSHAFT, with sudden solemnity.] Still, it must be rather an awful reflection for you, from the religious point of view as it were. Youre getting on, you know, and all that.
SARAH You dont mind Cholly’s imbecility, papa, do you?
LOMAX [much taken aback] Oh I say!
UNDERSHAFT Mr. Lomax looks at the matter in a very proper spirit, my dear.
LOMAX Just so. Thats all I meant, I assure you.
SARAH Are you coming, Stephen?
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