distaste which prevents her； finally runs away through the garden
and into the villa＇。
Octavius again takes refuge at the table； bowing his head on his
arms and sobbing softly。 Mrs Whitefield； who has been pottering
round the Granada shops； and has a net full of little parcels in
her hand； comes in through the gate and sees him。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇running to him and lifting his head＇ What's the
matter； Tavy？ Are you ill？
OCTAVIUS。 No； nothing； nothing。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇still holding his head； anxiously＇ But you're
crying。 Is it about Violet's marriage？
OCTAVIUS。 No； no。 Who told you about Violet？
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇restoring the head to its owner＇ I met Roebuck
and that awful old Irishman。 Are you sure you're not ill？ What's
the matter？
OCTAVIUS。 ＇affectionately＇ It's nothingonly a man's broken
heart。 Doesn't that sound ridiculous？
MRS WHITEFIELD。 But what is it all about？ Has Ann been doing
anything to you？
OCTAVIUS。 It's not Ann's fault。 And don't think for a moment that
I blame you。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇startled＇ For what？
OCTAVIUS。 ＇pressing her hand consolingly＇ For nothing。 I said I
didn't blame you。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 But I haven't done anything。 What's the matter？
OCTAVIUS。 ＇smiling sadly＇ Can't you guess？ I daresay you are
right to prefer Jack to me as a husband for Ann； but I love Ann；
and it hurts rather。 ＇He rises and moves away from her towards the
middle of the lawn＇。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇following him hastily＇ Does Ann say that I want
her to marry Jack？
OCTAVIUS。 Yes： she has told me。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇thoughtfully＇ Then I'm very sorry for you； Tavy。
It's only her way of saying SHE wants to marry Jack。 Little she
cares what I say or what I want！
OCTAVIUS。 But she would not say it unless she believed it。 Surely
you don't suspect Ann ofof DECEIT！！
MRS WHITEFIELD。 Well； never mind； Tavy。 I don't know which is
best for a young man： to know too little； like you； or too much；
like Jack。
Tanner returns。
TANNER。 Well； I've disposed of old Malone。 I've introduced him to
Mendoza； Limited； and left the two brigands together to talk it
out。 Hullo； Tavy！ anything wrong？
OCTAVIUS。 I must go wash my face； I see。 ＇To Mrs Whitefield＇ Tell
him what you wish。 ＇To Tanner＇ You may take it from me； Jack；
that Ann approves of it。
TANNER。 ＇puzzled by his manner＇ Approves of what？
OCTAVIUS。 Of what Mrs Whitefield wishes。 ＇He goes his way with
sad dignity to the villa＇。
TANNER。 ＇to Mrs Whitefield＇ This is very mysterious。 What is it
you wish？ It shall be done； whatever it is。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇with snivelling gratitude＇ Thank you； Jack。 ＇She
sits down。 Tanner brings the other chair from the table and sits
close to her with his elbows on his knees； giving her his whole
attention＇。 I don't know why it is that other people's children
are so nice to me； and that my own have so little consideration
for me。 It's no wonder I don't seem able to care for Ann and
Rhoda as I do for you and Tavy and Violet。 It's a very queer
world。 It used to be so straightforward and simple； and now
nobody seems to think and feel as they ought。 Nothing has been
right since that speech that Professor Tyndall made at Belfast。
TANNER。 Yes： life is more complicated than we used to think。 But
what am I to do for you？
MRS WHITEFIELD。 That's just what I want to tell you。 Of course
you'll marry Ann whether I like it myself or not
TANNER。 ＇starting＇ It seems to me that I shall presently be
married to Ann whether I like it myself or not。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇peacefully＇ Oh； very likely you will： you know
what she is when she has set her mind on anything。 But don't put
it on me： that's all I ask。 Tavy has just let out that she's been
saying that I am making her marry you； and the poor boy is
breaking his heart about it； for he is in love with her himself；
though what he sees in her so wonderful； goodness knows： I don't。
It's no use telling Tavy that Ann puts things into people's heads
by telling them that I want them when the thought of them never
crossed my mind。 It only sets Tavy against me。 But you know
better than that。 So if you marry her； don't put the blame on me。
TANNER。 ＇emphatically＇ I haven't the slightest intention of
marrying her。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇slyly＇ She'd suit you better than Tavy。 She'd
meet her match in you； Jack。 I'd like to see her meet her match。
TANNER。 No man is a match for a woman； except with a poker and a
pair of hobnailed boots。 Not always even then。 Anyhow； I can't
take the poker to her。 I should be a mere slave。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 No： she's afraid of you。 At all events； you would
tell her the truth about herself。 She wouldn't be able to slip
out of it as she does with me。
TANNER。 Everybody would call me a brute if I told Ann the truth
about herself in terms of her own moral code。 To begin with； Ann
says things that are not strictly true。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 I'm glad somebody sees she is not an angel。
TANNER。 In shortto put it as a husband would put it when
exasperated to the point of speaking outshe is a liar。 And
since she has plunged Tavy head over ears in love with her
without any intention of marrying him； she is a coquette；
according to the standard definition of a coquette as a woman who
rouses passions she has no intention of gratifying。 And as she
has now reduced you to the point of being willing to sacrifice me
at the altar for the mere satisfaction of getting me to call her
a liar to her face； I may conclude that she is a bully as well。
She can't bully men as she bullies women； so she habitually and
unscrupulously uses her personal fascination to make men give her
whatever she wants。 That makes her almost something for which I
know no polite name。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇in mild expostulation＇ Well； you can't expect
perfection； Jack。
TANNER。 I don't。 But what annoys me is that Ann does。 I know
perfectly well that all this about her being a liar and a bully
and a coquette and so forth is a trumped…up moral indictment
which might be brought against anybody。 We all lie； we all bully
as much as we dare； we all bid for admiration without the least
intention of earning it； we all get as much rent as we can out of
our powers of fascination。 If Ann would admit this I shouldn't
quarrel with her。 But she won't。 If she has children she'll take
advantage of their telling lies to amuse herself by whacking
them。 If another woman makes eyes at me； she'll refuse to know a
coquette。 She will do just what she likes herself whilst
insisting on everybody else doing what the conventional code
prescribes。 In short； I can stand everything except her
confounded hypocrisy。 That's what beats me。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇carried away by the relief of hearing her own
opinion so eloquently expressed＇ Oh； she is a hypocrite。 She is：
she is。 Isn't she？
TANNER。 Then why do you want to marry me to her？
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇querulously＇ There now！ put it on me； of course。
I never thought of it until Tavy told me she said I did。 But； you
know； I'm very fond of Tavy： he's a sort of son to me； and I
don't want him to be trampled on and made wretched。
TANNER。 Whereas I don't matter； I suppose。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 Oh； you are different； somehow： you are able to
take care of yourself。 You'd serve her out。 And anyhow； she must
marry somebody。
TANNER。 Aha！ there speaks the life instinct。 You detest her； but
you feel that you must get her married。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇rising； shocked＇ Do you mean that I detest my
own daughter！ Surely you don't believe me to be so wicked and
unnatural as that； merely because I see her faults。
TANNER。 ＇cynically＇ You love her； then？
MRS WHITEFIELD。 Why； of course I do。 What queer things you say；
Jack！ We can't help loving our own blood relations。
TANNER。 Well； perhaps it saves unpleasantness to say so。 But for
my part； I suspect that the tables of consanguinity have a
natural basis in a natural repugnance ＇he rises＇。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 You shouldn't say things like that； Jack。 I hope
you won't tell Ann that I have been speaking to you。 I only
wanted to set myself right with you and Tavy。 I couldn't sit
mumchance and have everything put on me。
TANNER。 ＇politely＇ Quite so。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇dissatisfied＇ And now I've only made matters
worse。 Tavy's angry with me because I don't worship Ann。 And when
it's been put into my head that Ann ought to marry you； what can
I say except that it would serve her right？
TANNER。 Thank you。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 Now don't be silly and twist what I say into
something I don't mean。 I ought to have fair play
Ann comes from the villa； followed presently by Violet； who is
dressed for driving。
ANN。 ＇coming to her mother's right hand with threatening suavity＇
Well； mamma darling； you seem to be having a delightful chat with
Jack。 We can hear you all over the place。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇appalled＇ Have you overheard
TANNER。 Never fear： Ann is onlywell； we were discussing that
habit of hers just now。 She hasn't heard a word。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇stoutly＇ I don't care whether she has or not： I
have a right to say what I please。
VIOLET。 ＇arriving on the lawn and coming between Mrs Whitefield
and Tanner＇ I've come to say goodbye。 I'm off for my honeymoon。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 ＇crying＇ Oh don't say that； Violet。 And no
wedding； no breakfast； no clothes； nor anything。
VIOLET。 ＇petting her＇ It won't be for long。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 Don't let him take you to America。 Promise me
that you won't。
VIOLET。 ＇very decidedly＇ I should think not； indeed。 Don't cry；
dear： I'm only going to the hotel。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 But going in that dress； with your luggage； makes
one realize＇she chokes； and then breaks out again＇ How I wish
you were my daughter； Violet！
VIOLET。 ＇soothing her＇ There； there： so I am。 Ann will be
jealous。
MRS WHITEFIELD。 Ann doesn't care a bit for me。
ANN。 Fie； mother！ Come； now： you mustn't cry any more： you know
Violet doesn't like it ＇Mrs Whitefzeld dries her eyes； and
subsides＇。
VIOLET。 Goodbye； Jack。
TANNER。 Goodbye； Violet。
VIOLET。 The sooner you get married too； the better。 You will be
much less misunderstood。
TANNER。 ＇restively＇ I quite expect to get married in the course
of the afternoon