Eugene O'Neill: The First Man

LILY- [Mockingly.] Look at our soldier boy home from the wars getting serious about the family honor! It's too bad this is a rough, untutored country where they don't permit dueling, isn't it, Dick?

DICK- [His pose crumbling-angrily.] Go to the devil!

SHEFFIELD- [With a calm, judicious air.] This wrangling is getting us nowhere. You say she was resentful about our well-meant word to the wise? JAYSON- [Testily.] Surely she must realize that some consideration is due the position she occupies in Bridgetown as Curt's wife.

LILY-Martha is properly unimpressed by big frogs in tiny puddles. And there you are.

MRS. DAVIDSON- [Outraged.] The idea! She takes a lot upon herself- the daughter of a Wild Western coal-miner.

LILY- [Mockingly.] Gold miner, Aunt.

MRS. DAVIDSON-It makes no difference-a common miner! SHEFFIELD- [Keenly inquisitive.] Just before the others came, Lily, you gave out some hints-very definite hints, I should say-

ESTHER- [Excitedly.] Yes, you did, Lily. What did you mean?

LILY- [Uncertainly.] Perhaps I shouldn't have. It's not my secret. [Enjoying herself immensely now that she holds the spotlight- after a pause, in a stage whisper.] Shall I tell you? Yes, I can't help telling. Well, Martha is going to have a son. [They are all stunned and flabbergasted and stare at her speechlessly.]

MRS. DAVIDSON- [Her face lighting up-joyously.] A son! Curt's son!

JAYSON- [Pleased by the idea but bewildered.] A son?

DICK- [Smartly.] Lily's kidding you. How can she know it's a son- unless she's a clairvoyant.

ESTHER- [With glad relief.] Yes, how stupid!

LILY-I am clairvoyant in this case. Allah is great and it will be a son-if only to make you and Emily burst with envy among your daughters.

ESTHER-Lily!

EMILY-Oh!

JAYSON- [Testily.] Keep still for a moment, Lily, for God's sake. This is no subject to joke about, remember.

LILY-Martha told me. I know that.

JAYSON-And does Curt know this?

LILY-No, not yet. Martha has been afraid to tell him.

JAYSON-Ah, that explains matters. You know I asked Curt some time ago-and he said it was impossible.

EMILY- [With a lift of her eyebrows.] Impossible? Why, what a funny thing to say.

SHEFFIELD- [Keenly lawyer-like.] And why is Martha afraid to tell him, Lily?

LILY-It's all very simple. When the two died years ago, they said they would never have one again. Martha thinks Curt is still haunted by their memory and is afraid he will resent another as an intruder. I told her that was all foolishness-that a child was the one thing to make Curt settle down for good at home here and write his books.

JAYSON- [Eagerly.] Yes, I believe that myself. [Pleased.] Well, this is fine news.

EMILY-Still it was her duty to tell Curt, don't you think? I don't see how she could be afraid of Curt-for those reasons. [They all stare at her.]

ESTHER- [Resentfully.] I don't, either. Why, Curt's the biggest- hearted and kindest-

EMILY-I wonder how long she's known-this?

LILY- [Sharply.] Two months, she said.

EMILY-Two months? [She lets this sink in.]

JOHN- [Quickly scenting something-eagerly.] What do you mean, Emily? [Then as if he read her mind.] Two months? But before that- Curt was away in New York almost a month!

LILY- [Turning on EMILY fiercely.] So! You got someone to say it for you as you always do, Poison Mind! Oh, I wish the ducking stool had never been abolished!

EMILY- [Growing crimson-falteringly.] I-I didn't mean-

JOHN- [Furiously.] Where the honor of the family is at stake-

LILY- [Fiercely.] Ssshh, you empty barrel! I think I hear- [The door from the study is opened and MARTHA comes in in the midst of a heavy silence. All the gentlemen rise stiffly. MARTHA is made immediately self-conscious and resentful by the feeling that they have been discussing her unfavorably.]

MARTHA- [Coming forward-with a forced cordiality.] How do you do, everybody? So sorry I wasn't here when you came. I hope Lily made proper excuses for me. [She goes from one to the other of the four latest comers with "So glad you came," etc. They reply formally and perfunctorily. MARTHA finally finds a seat on the couch between EMILY and ESTHER.] I hope Lily-but I see you've all had tea.

LILY- [Trying to save the situation-gayly.] Yes. You can trust me as understudy for the part of hostess any time.

MARTHA- [Forcing a smile.] Well, I'm glad to know I wasn't missed.

EMILY- [Sweetly.] We were talking about you-at least, we were listening to Lily talk about you.

MARTHA- [Stiffening defensively.] About me?

EMILY-Yes-about how devoted you were to Curt's work. [LILY gives her a venomous glance of scorn.]

MARTHA- [Pleased but inwardly uneasy.] Oh, but you see I consider it my work, too, I've helped him with it so long now.

JAYSON- [In a forced tone.] And how is Curt's book coming, Martha?

MARTHA- [More and more stung by their strained attitudes and inquisitive glances. Coldly and cuttingly.] Finely, thank you. The book will cause quite a stir, I believe. It will make the name of Jayson famous in the big world outside of Bridgetown.

MRS. DAVIDSON- [Indignantly.] The name of Jayson has been-

JAYSON- [Pleadingly.] Aunt Elizabeth!

LILY-Aunt means it's world famous already, Martha. [Pointing to the sullen JOHN.] John was once a substitute on the Yale Freshman soccer team, you know. If it wasn't for his weak shins he would have made the team, fancy!

DICK- [This tickles his sense of humor and he bursts into laughter.] Lily wins! [As his brother glares at him-looking at his watch.] Heavens, I'll have to hustle! [Gets to his feet.] I'm due at the Casino. [Comes and shakes MARTHA's hand formally.] I'm sorry I can't stay.

MARTHA-So glad you came. Do come in again any time. We keep open house, you know-Western fashion. [She accentuates this.]

DICK- [Hurriedly.] Delighted to. [He starts for the door in rear.]

LILY- [As if suddenly making up her mind.] Wait a second! I'm coming with you-

DICK-Sure thing-only hurry, darn you! [He goes out.]

LILY- [Stops at the door in rear and catching MARTHA's eye, looks meaningly at the others.] Phew! I need fresh air! [She makes an encouraging motion as if pummeling someone to MARTHA, indicating her assembled family as the victim-then goes out laughing. A motor is heard starting-running off.]

ESTHER- [With a huge sigh of relief.] Thank goodness, she's gone. What a vixen! What would you do if you had a sister like that, Martha?