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  PHOEBE. But there is something so dashing about it.

  MISS SUSAN (with melancholy). And now I am to be left alone.

  PHOEBE. No.

  MISS SUSAN. My dear, I could not leave this room. My lovely blue and white room. It is my husband.

  PHOEBE (who has become agitated). Susan, you must make my house your home. I have something distressing to tell you.

  MISS SUSAN. You alarm me.

  PHOEBE. You know Mr. Brown advised us how to invest half of our money.

  MISS SUSAN. I know it gives us eight per cent., though why it should do so I cannot understand, but very obliging, I am sure.

  PHOEBE. Susan, all that money is lost; I had the letter several days ago.

  MISS SUSAN. Lost ?

  PHOEBE. Something burst, dear, and then they absconded.

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  MISS SUSAN. But Mr. Brown

  PHOEBE. I have not advertised him of it yet, for he will think it was his fault. But I shall tell him to-day.

  MISS SUSAN. Phoebe, how much have we left ?

  PHOEBE. Only sixty pounds a year, so you see you must live with us, dearest.

  MISS SUSAN. But Mr. Brown he

  PHOEBE (grandly). He is a man of means, and if he is not proud to have my Susan I shall say at once: 'Mr. Brown the door/

  (She presses her cheek to MISS SUSAN'S.)

  MISS SUSAN (softly) . Phoebe, I have a wedding gift for you.

  PHOEBE. Not yet ?

  MISS SUSAN. It has been ready for a long time. I began it when you were not ten years old and I was a young woman. I meant it for myself, Phoebe. I had hoped that he his name was William but I think I must have been too unattractive, my love.

  PHOEBE. Sweetest dearest

  MISS SUSAN. I always associate it with a sprigged poplin I was wearing that summer,

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  with a breadth of coloured silk in it, being a naval officer; but something happened, a Miss Cicely Pemberton, and they are quite big boys now. So long ago, Phoebe he was very tall, with brown hair it was most foolish of me, but I was always so fond of sewing with long straight legs and such a pleasant expression.

  PHOEBE. Susan, what was it ?

  MISS SUSAN. It was a wedding-gown, my dear. Even plain women, Phoebe, we can't help it; when we are young we have romantic ideas just as if we were pretty. And so the wedding-gown was never used. Long before it was finished I knew he would not offer, but I finished it, and then I put it away. I have always hidden it from you, Phoebe, but of late I have brought it out again, and altered it. (She goes to ottoman and unlocks it.)

  PHOEBE. Susan, I could not wear it. (MISS SUSAN brings the wedding-gown.) Oh ! how sweet, how beautiful !

  MISS SUSAN. You will wear it, my love, won't you? And the tears it was sewn with

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  long ago will all turn into smiles on my Phoebe's wedding-day.

  (They are tearfully happy when a knock is heard on the street door.) PHOEBE. That knock. MISS SUSAN. So dashing. PHOEBE. So imperious. (She is suddenly panic-stricken.) Susan,! think he kissed me once. MISS SUSAN (startled). You think? PHOEBE. I know he did. That evening a week ago, when he was squiring me home from the concert. It was raining, and my face was wet; he said that was why he did it. MISS SUSAN. Because your face was wet ? PHOEBE. It does not seem a sufficient excuse now.

  MISS SUSAN (appalled). Phoebe, before he had offered.

  PHOEBE (in distress). I fear me it was most unladylike.

  (VALENTINE BROWN is shown in. He is a frank, genial young man of twenty-five who honestly admires the ladies, though he is amused by their quaintness. He is

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  modestly aware that it is in the blue and

  white room alone that he is esteemed a wit.)

  BROWN. Miss Susan, how do you do, ma'am ?

  Nay, Miss Phoebe, though we have met to-day

  already I insist on shaking hands with you again.

  MISS SUSAN. Always so dashing.

  (VALENTINE laughs and the ladies exchange delighted smiles.)

  VALENTINE (to MISS SUSAN). And my other friends, I hope I find them in health? The spinet, ma'am, seems quite herself to-day; I trust the ottoman passed a good night ?

  MISS SUSAN (beaming). We are all quite well, sir.

  VALENTINE. May I sit on this chair, Miss Phoebe ? I know Miss Susan likes me to break her chairs.

  MISS SUSAN. Indeed, sir, I do not. Phoebe, how strange that he should think so.

  PHOEBE (instantly). The remark was humor- ous, was it not ?

  VALENTINE. How you see through me, Miss Phoebe.

  (The sisters again exchange delighted

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  smiles. VALENTINE is about to take a seat.)

  MISS SUSAN (thinking aloud). Oh dear, I feel sure he is going to roll the coverlet into a ball and then sit on it.

  (VALENTINE, who has been on the point of doing so, abstains and sits guiltily.)

  VALENTINE. So I am dashing, Miss Susan? Am I dashing, Miss Phoebe ?

  PHOEBE. A little, I think.

  VALENTINE. Well, but I have something to tell you to-day which I really think is rather dashing. (MISS SUSAN gathers her knitting, looks at PHOEBE, and is preparing to go.) You are not going, ma'am, before you know what it is ?

  MISS SUSAN. I I indeed to be sure I I know, Mr. Brown.

  PHOEBE. Susan !

  MISS SUSAN. I mean I do not know. I mean

  I can guess I mean Phoebe, my love,

  explain. (She goes out.)

  VALENTINE (rather disappointed). The ex- planation being, I suppose, that you both know, and I had flattered myself 'twas such a secret.

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  Am I then to understand that you had foreseen it all, Miss Phoebe?

  PHOEBE. Nay, sir, you must not ask that.

  VALENTINE. I believe in any case 'twas you who first put it into my head.

  PHOEBE (aghast). Oh, I hope not.

  VALENTINE. Your demure eyes flashed so every time the war was mentioned; the little Quaker suddenly looked like a gallant boy in ringlets.

  (A dread comes over PHOEBE, but it is in her heart alone ; it shows neither in face nor voice.)

  PHOEBE. Mr. Brown, what is it you have to tell us?

  VALENTINE. That I have enlisted, Miss Phoebe. Did you surmise it was something else ?

  PHOEBE. You are going to the wars? Mr. Brown, is it a jest ?

  VALENTINE. It would be a sorry jest, ma'am. I thought you knew. I concluded that the recruiting sergeant had talked.

  PHOEBE. The recruiting sergeant? I see.

  VALENTINE. These stirring times, Miss

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  Phoebe he is but half a man who stays at home. I have chafed for months. I want to see whether I have any courage, and as to be an army surgeon does not appeal to me, it was enlist or remain behind. To-day I found that there were five waverers. I asked them would they take the shilling if I took it, and they assented. Miss Phoebe, it is not one man I give to the King, but six.

  PHOEBE (brightly). I think you have done bravely.

  VALENTINE. We leave shortly for the Peters- burgh barracks, and I go to London to- morrow; so this is good-bye.

  PHOEBE. I shall pray that you may be preserved in battle, Mr. Brown.

  VALENTINE. And you and Miss Susan will write to me when occasion offers ?

  PHOEBE. If you wish it.

  VALENTINE (smiling). With all the stirring news of Quality Street.

  PHOEBE. It seems stirring to us; it must have been merely laughable to you, who came here from a great city.

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  VALENTINE. Dear Quality Street that thought me dashing ! But I made friends in it, Miss Phoebe, of two very sweet ladies.

  PHOEBE (timidly). Mr. Brown, I wonder why you have been so kind to my sister and me?

  VALENTINE. The kindness was yours. If at first Miss Susan amused me (
Chuckling.) To see her on her knees decorating the little legs of the couch with frills as if it were a child ! But it was her sterling qualities that impressed me presently.

  PHOEBE. And did did I amuse you also ?

  VALENTINE. Prodigiously, Miss Phoebe. Those other ladies, they were always scolding you, your youthf ulness shocked them. I believe they thought you dashing.

  PHOEBE (nervously) . I have sometimes feared that I was perhaps too dashing.

  VALENTINE (laughing at this). You delicious Miss Phoebe. You were too quiet. I felt sorry that one so sweet and young should live so grey a life. I wondered whether I could put any little pleasures into it.

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  PHOEBE. The picnics? It was very good of you.

  VALENTINE. That was only how it began, for soon I knew that it was I who got the pleasures and you who gave them. You have been to me, Miss Phoebe, like a quiet, old-fashioned garden full of the flowers that Englishmen love best because they have known them longest: the daisy, that stands for innocence, and the hyacinth for constancy, and the modest violet and the rose. When I am far away, ma'am, I shall often think of Miss Phoebe's pretty soul, which is her garden, and shut my eyes and walk in it.

  (She is smiling gallantly through her pain when MISS SUSAN returns.)

  MISS SUSAN. Have you is it you seem so calm,, Phoebe.

  PHOEBE (pressing lier sister's hand warningly and imploringly). Susan, what Mr. Brown is so obliging as to inform us of is not what we expected not that at all. My dear, he is the gentleman who has enlisted, and he came to tell us that and to say good-bye.

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  MISS SUSAN. Going away ?

  PHOEBE. Yes, dear.

  VALENTINE. Am I not the ideal recruit, ma'am: a man without a wife or a mother or a sweetheart ?

  MISS SUSAN. No sweetheart ?

  VALENTINE. Have you one for me, Miss Susan ?

  PHOEBE (hastily, lest her sister 9 s face should betray the truth). Susan, we shall have to tell him now. You dreadful man, you will laugh and say it is just like Quality Street. But indeed since I met you to-day and you told me you had something to communicate we have been puzzling what it could be, and we concluded that you were going to be married.

  VALENTINE. Ha ! ha ! ha ! Was that it.

  PHOEBE. So like women, you know. We thought we perhaps knew her. (Glancing at the wedding -gown.) We were even discussing what we should wear at the wedding.

  VALENTINE. Ha ! ha ! I shall often think of this. I wonder who would have me, Miss

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  Susan. (Rising.) But I must be off; and God bless you both.

  MISS SUSAN (forlorn). You are going !

  VALENTINE. No more mud on your carpet, Miss

  Susan; no more coverlets rolled into balls. Agood

  riddance. Miss Phoebe, a last look at thegarden .

  ( Taking her hand and looking into her face.)

  PHOEBE. We shall miss you very much, Mr. Brown.

  VALENTINE. There is one little matter. That investment I advised you to make, I am happy it has turned out so well.

  PHOEBE (checking MISS SUSAN, who is about to tell of the loss of the money). It was good of you to take all that trouble, sir. Accept our grateful thanks.

  VALENTINE. Indeed I am glad that you are so comfortably left; I am your big brother. Good-bye again. (Looks round.) This little blue and white room and its dear inmates, may they be unchanged when I come back. Good-bye.

  (He goes. MISS SUSAN looks forlornly at PHOEBE, who smiles pitifully.)

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  PHOEBE. A misunderstanding; just a mis- take. (She shudders, lifts the wedding -goicn and puts it back in the ottoman, MISS SUSAN sinks sobbing into a chair.) Don't, dear, don't we can live it down.

  MISS SUSAN (fiercely). He is a fiend in human form.

  PHOEBE. Nay, you hurt me, sister. He is a brave gentleman.

  MISS SUSAN. The money; why did you not let me tell him ?

  PHOEBE (flushing). So that he might offer to me out of pity, Susan ?

  MISS SUSAN. Phoebe, how are we to live with the quartern loaf at one and tenpence ?

  PHOEBE. Brother James

  MISS SUSAN. You know very well that brother James will do nothing for us.

  PHOEBE. I think, Susan, we could keep a little school for genteel children only, of course. I would do most of the teaching.

  MISS SUSAN. You a schoolmistress Phoebe of the ringlets; every one would laugh.

  PHOEBE. I shall hide the ringlets away in a

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  cap like yours, Susan, and people will soon forget them. And I shall try to look staid and to grow old quickly. It will not be so hard to me as you think, dear.

  MISS SUSAN. There were other gentlemen who were attracted by you, Phoebe, and you turned from them.

  PHOEBE. I did not want them.

  MISS SUSAN. They will come again, and others.

  PHOEBE. No, dear; never speak of that to me any more. (In woe.) I let him kiss me.

  MISS SUSAN. You could not prevent him.

  PHOEBE. Yes, I could. I know I could now. I wanted him to do it. Oh, never speak to me of others after that. Perhaps he saw I wanted it and did it to please me. But I meant indeed I did that I gave it to him with all my love. Sister, I could bear all the rest ; but I have been unladylike.

  (The curtain falls, and we do not see the sisters again for ten years.)

  End of Act I.

  ACT II

  ACT II THE SCHOOL

  Ten years later. It is the blue and white room still, but many of Miss Susan's beautiful things have gone, some of them never to return ; others are stored upstairs. Their place is taken by grim schol- astic furniture : forms, a desk, a globe, a blackboard, heartless maps. It is here that Miss Phoebe keeps school. Miss Susan teaches in the room opening off it, once the spare bedroom, where there is a smaller blackboard (for easier sums) but no globe, as Miss Susan is easily alarmed. Here are the younger pupils unless they have grown defiant, when they are promoted to the blue and white room to be under Miss Phoebe's braver rule. They really frighten Miss Phoebe also, but she does not let her sister know this.

  It is noon on a day in August, and through the window we can see that Quality Street is decorated with flags. We also hear at times martial music from another street. Miss Phoebe is giving a dancing lesson

  to half a dozen pupils, and is doing her very best ;

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  now she is at the spinet while they dance, and again she is showing them the new step. We know it is Miss Phoebe because some of her pretty airs and graces still cling to her in a forlorn way, but she is much changed. Her curls are out of sight under a cap, her manner is prim, the light has gone from her eyes and buoyancy from her figure ; she looks not ten years older but twenty, and not an easy twenty. When the children are not looking at her we know that she has the headache.

  PHOEBE (who is sometimes at the spinet and sometimes dancing) . Toes out. So. Chest out. Georgy. Point your toes, Miss Beveridge so. So keep in line; and young ladies, remember your toes. (GEORGY in his desire to please has protruded the wrong part of his person. She writes a C on his chest with chalk.) C stands for chest, Georgy. This is S.

  (MISS SUSAN darts out of the other room. She is less worn than MISS PHOEBE.)

  MISS SUSAN (whispering so that the pupils may not hear). Phoebe, how many are fourteen and seventeen ?

  PHOEBE (almost instantly). Thirty-one.

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  MISS SUSAN. I thank you. (She darts off.) PHOEBE. That will do, ladies and gentlemen. You may go.

  (They bow or curtsy, and retire to MISS SUSAN'S room, with the exception of

  ARTHUR WELLESLEY TOMSON, who IS

  standing in disgrace in a corner with the cap of shame on his head, and ISABELLA, a forbidding -looking, learned little girl. ISABELLA holds up her hand for permis- sion to speak.}

  IS
ABELLA. Please, ma'am, father wishes me to acquire algebra.

  PHOEBE (with a sinking). Algebra! It it is not a very ladylike study, Isabella.

  ISABELLA. Father says, will you or won't you?

  PHOEBE. And you are thin. It will make you thinner, my dear.

  ISABELLA. Father says I am thin but wiry. PHOEBE. Yes, you are. (With feeling.) You are very wiry, Isabella.

  ISABELLA. Father says, either I acquire algebra or I go to Miss Prothero's establishment.

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  PHOEBE. Very well, I I will do my best. You may go.

  (ISABELLA goes and PHOEBE sits wearily.)

  ARTHUR (fingering his cap). Please, ma'am, may I take it off now ?

  PHOEBE. Certainly not. Unhappy boy (ARTHUR grins.) Come here. Are you ashamed of yourself ?

  ARTHUR (blithely). No, ma'am.

  PHOEBE (in a terrible voice) . Arthur Wellesley Tomson, fetch me the implement. (ARTHUR goes briskly for the cane, and she hits the desk with it.) Arthur, surely that terrifies you ?

  ARTHUR. No, ma'am.

  PHOEBE. Arthur, why did you fight with that street boy ?

  ARTHUR. 'Cos he said that when you caned you did not draw blood.

  PHOEBE. But I don't, do I ?

  ARTHUR. No, ma'am.

  PHOEBE. Then why fight him ? (Remember- ing how strange boys are.) Was it for the honour of the school ?

  ARTHUR. Yes, ma'am.

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  PHOEBE. Say you are sorry, Arthur, and I won't punish you.

  (He bursts into tears.)

  ARTHUR. You promised to cane me, and now you are not going to do it.

  PHOEBE (incredulous). Do you wish to be caned ?

  ARTHUR (holding out his hand eagerly) . If you please, Miss Phoebe.

  PHOEBE. Unnatural boy. (She canes him in a very unprofessional manner.) Poor dear boy.