Plays By John Galsworthy Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the Plays By John Galsworthy novel. A total of 333 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : The First Series Plays, Complete.by John Galsworthy.THE SILVER BOX A COMEDY IN THREE ACT
The First Series Plays, Complete.by John Galsworthy.THE SILVER BOX A COMEDY IN THREE ACTS PERSONS OF THE PLAY
JOHN BARTHWICK, M.P., a wealthy Liberal MRS. BARTHWICK, his wife JACK BARTHWICK, their son ROPER, their solicitor MRS. JONES, their charwoman MA
- 310 MARGARET. Mr Jacob, how charming! [With a slight grimace she puts out her cigarette].GRAVITER. Man called Gilman waiting in there to see you specially.TWISDEN. Directly. Turn up the light, would you, Graviter?GRAVITER. [Turning up the light] Excuse me.He
- 311 A gentleman in a taxi-waiting. Ask him to be so good as to step up. Oh!and send Mr Graviter here again.The YOUNG CLERK goes out.GILMAN. As I told you, sir, I've been followin' this case. It's what you might call piquant. And I should be ver
- 312 RICARDOS. Sare, if I tell you, will you give me your good word that my daughter shall not hear of it?TWISDEN. So far as we are able to prevent it--certainly.RICARDOS. Sare, I trust you.--It was Captain Dancy.A long pause.GRAVITER [Suddenly] Were you black
- 313 MABEL. You must be awfully fed up with us.TWISDEN. My dear young lady, that's our business. [He takes her hand].MABEL's face suddenly quivers. She draws her hand away, and covers her lips with it.There, there! You want a day off badly.MABEL. I&#
- 314 DANCY. [Entering] WINSOR came to me yesterday about General Canynge's evidence. Is that what you wanted to speak to me about?TWISDEN. No. It isn't that.DANCY. [Looking at his wrist watch] By me it's just on the half-hour, sir.TWISDEN. Yes.
- 315 MARGARET ORME and COLFORD enter.COLFORD. [Striding forward] There must be some mistake about this, Mr Twisden.TWISDEN. Hss.h.!.+ Dancy's in there. He's admitted it.Voices are subdued at once.COLFORD. What? [With emotion] If it were my own brothe
- 316 SCENE III The DANCYS' sitting-room, a few minutes later. MABEL DANCY is sitting alone on the sofa with a newspaper on her lap; she is only just up, and has a bottle of smelling-salts in her hand. Two or three other newspapers are dumped on the arm of
- 317 G.o.d! . . . Ronny! I can't bear it.DANCY. Heads up, Mab! Don't show the brutes!MABEL. Whatever happens, I'll go on loving you. If it's prison--I'll wait. Do you understand? I don't care what you did--I don't care! I
- 318 MARGARET gives a sort of choking sob, then, seeing the smelling bottle, she s.n.a.t.c.hes it up, and turns to revive MABEL.COLFORD. Leave her! The longer she's unconscious, the better.INSPECTOR. [Re-entering] This is a very serious business, sir.COLF
- 319 MARY. Well, what's the good?JOHNNY. Oh, you're a looker on, Mary.MR MARCH. [To his newspaper] Of all G.o.dforsaken time-servers!MARY is moved so lar as to turn and look over his shoulder a minute.JOHNNY. Who? MARY. Only the Old-Un.MR MARCH. This
- 320 The lank and s.h.i.+rt-sleeved figure of MR BLY, with a pail of water and cloths, has entered, and stands near the window, Left.BLY. Beg pardon, Mr March; d'you mind me cleanin' the winders here?MR MARCH. Not a bit.JOHNNY. Bankrupt of ideals. Th
- 321 BLY. Two days--'ardly worth mentionin'. They say she 'ad the 'ighstrikes after--an' when she comes to she says: "I've saved my baby's life." An' that's true enough when you come to think what that sor
- 322 BLY. Ah! And 'oo can tell 'oo's the father? She never give us his name. I think the better of 'er for that.MR MARCH. Shake hands, Mr Bly. So do I. [BLY wipes his hand, and MR MARCH shakes it] Loyalty's loyalty--especially when we
- 323 MARY. Mother's not impulsive.MR MARCH. We must tell her, or she'll think me mad.MARY. She'll do that, anyway, dear.MR MARCH. Here she is! Stand by!He runs his arm through MARY's, and they sit on the fender, at bay. MRS MARCH enters, Left.MR MARCH. Wel
- 324 MR MARCH. Ha!COOK. And my 'ead says no, sir.MRS MARCH. Yes!MR MARCH. Strike your balance, Cook.COOK involuntarily draws her joined hands sharply in upon her amplitude. Well? . . . I didn't catch the little voice within.COOK. Ask Master Johnny, sir; he'
- 325 MR MARCH. Well, make up your mind!MRS MARCH. It was made up long ago.JOHNNY. [Gloomily] The more I see of things the more disgusting they seem. I don't see what we're living for. All right. Chuck the girl out, and let's go rooting along with our noses
- 326 No, no! But girls have appet.i.tes.FAITH. They didn't get much chance where I've been.COOK. Ah! You must tell me all about it. Did you have adventures?FAITH. There isn't such a thing in a prison.COOK. You don't say! Why, in the books they're escapin
- 327 BLY. [Taking up his pail] I'm greatly obliged; she'll appreciate anything you can do for her. [He moves to the door and pauses there to say] Fact is--her winders wants cleanin', she 'ad a dusty time in there.MR MARCH. I'm sure she had.MR BLY pa.s.ses
- 328 MR MARCH. [With difficulty] Er--in her work, I believe, coming on well.But the question is, Mr Bly, do--er--any of us ever really give satisfaction except to ourselves?BLY. [Taking it as an invitation to his philosophical vein] Ah! that's one as goes to
- 329 BLY. This Mr March--he's like all these novel-writers--thinks 'e knows 'uman nature, but of course 'e don't. Still, I can talk to 'im--got an open mind, and hates the Gover'ment. That's the two great things. Mrs March, so far as I see, 'as got he
- 330 JOHNNY. Did he come the heavy father? That's what I can't stand. When they jaw a chap and hang him afterwards. Or was he one of the joking ones?FAITH. I've sat in my cell and cried all night--night after night, I have. [With a little laugh] I cried all
- 331 JOHNNY. As pie.FAITH. Then you'd better keep away, hadn't you?JOHNNY. Why?FAITH. You might want a bite.JOHNNY. Oh! I can trust myself. FAITH. [Turning to the window, through which can be seen the darkening of a shower] It's raining. Father says windows
- 332 MR MARCH. H'm! Here comes the sun again!FAITH. [Taking up the flower which is lying on the table] May I have this flower?MR MARCH. Of Course. You can always take what flowers you like--that is--if--er-- FAITH. If Mrs March isn't about?MR MARCH. I meant,
- 333 COOK. I remember the master kissin' me, when he was a boy. But then he never meant anything; so different from Master Johnny. Master Johnny takes things to 'eart.MRS MARCH. Just so, Cook.COOK. There's not an ounce of vice in 'im. It�
- 334 JOHNNY. And you married father!MRS MARCH. I did.JOHNNY. Well, that girl is not to be chucked out; won't have her on my chest.MRS MARCH. That's why she's going, Johnny.JOHNNY. She is not. Look at me! MRS MARCH looks at him from across the di
- 335 JOHNNY. And you know she won't take it. She's got that much stuff in her. This place is her only chance. I appeal to you, Mother--please tell her not to go.MRS MARCH. I shall not, Johnny.JOHNNY. [Turning abruptly] Then we know where we are.MRS M
- 336 MRS MARCH. Before we know where we are, we shall be having Johnny married to that girl.MR MARCH. Nonsense!MRS MARCH. Oh, Geof! Whenever you're faced with reality, you say "Nonsense!" You know Johnny's got chivalry on the brain.MARY com
- 337 MRS MARCH. Human nature is stubborn, Geof. That's what you easy--going people never see.MR MARCH gets up, vexed, and goes to the fireplace.MR MARCH. [Turning] Well! This goes further than you think. It involves Johnny's affection and respect for
- 338 FAITH. No, I won't. I'll go to a place I know of, where they don't want references.JOHNNY. Exactly!MRS MARCH. [To FAITH] I want to ask you a question. Since you came out, is this the first young man who's kissed you?FAITH has hardly ha
- 339 MRS MARCH. So we see.BLY. I 'ad a bit o' trouble, but I kep' on till I see 'Aigel walkin' at me in the loo-lookin' gla.s.s. Then I knew I'd got me balance.They all regard MR BLY in a fascinated manner.FAITH. Father! You&
- 340 JOHNNY. You look a blackguard, and I believe you are.MR MARCH. [With perfunctory authority] I really can't have this sort of thing in my house. Johnny, go upstairs; and you two, please go away.YOUNG M. [To JOHNNY] We know the sort of chap you are--ta
- 341 FAITH. It's a lie!P. C. MAN. There, miss, don't let your feelings-- FAITH. [To the YOUNG MAN] It's a lie, isn't it?YOUNG M. A blankety lie.MR MARCH. [To BARNABAs] Have you actual proof? YOUNG M. Proof? It's his job to get chaps into a mess.P. C. MAN.
- 342 MARY. I'm awfully sorry.FAITH. [Looking at her] Yes--you keep off feeling--then you'll be happy![Rising] Good-bye!MARY. Where are you going?FAITH. To my father. MARY. With him in that state?FAITH. He won't hurt me.MARY. You'd better st