stage-land-第8章
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take an enormous amount of polishing。 She seems to do nothing else
all day long but walk about shining one boot； and she breathes on it
and rubs it till you wonder there is any leather left； yet it never
seems to get any brighter； nor； indeed； can you expect it to； for when
you look close you see it is a patent…leather boot that she has been
throwing herself away upon all this time。
Somebody has been having a lark with the poor girl。
The lodging…house slavey brushes her hair with the boot brush and
blacks the end of her nose with it。
We were acquainted with a lodging…house slavey oncea real one； we
mean。 She was the handmaiden at a house in Bloomsbury where we once
hung out。 She was untidy in her dress； it is true； but she had not
quite that castaway and gone…to…sleep…in…a…dust…bin appearance that
we； an earnest student of the drama； felt she ought to present； and we
questioned her one day on the subject。
〃How is it； Sophronia；〃 we said； 〃that you distantly resemble a human
being instead of giving one the idea of an animated rag…shop？ Don't
you ever polish your nose with the blacking…brush； or rub coal into
your head； or wash your face in treacle； or put skewers into your
hair； or anything of that sort； like they do on the stage？〃
She said： 〃Lord love you； what should I want to go and be a bally
idiot like that for？〃
And we have not liked to put the question elsewhere since then。
The other type of servant…girl on the stagethe villa
servant…girlis a very different personage。 She is a fetching little
thing； dresses bewitchingly； and is always clean。 Her duties are to
dust the legs of the chairs in the drawing…room。 That is the only
work she ever has to do； but it must be confessed she does that
thoroughly。 She never comes into the room without dusting the legs of
these chairs； and she dusts them again before she goes out。
If anything ought to be free from dust in a stage house； it should be
the legs of the drawing…room chairs。
She is going to marry the man…servant； is the stage servant…girl； as
soon as they have saved up sufficient out of their wages to buy a
hotel。 They think they will like to keep a hotel。 They don't
understand a bit about the business； which we believe is a complicated
one； but this does not trouble them in the least。
They quarrel a good deal over their love…making； do the stage
servant…girl and her young man； and they always come into the
drawing…room to do it。 They have got the kitchen； and there is the
garden （with a fountain and mountains in the backgroundyou can see
it through the window）； but no！ no place in or about the house is good
enough for them to quarrel in except the drawing…room。 They quarrel
there so vigorously that it even interferes with the dusting of the
chair…legs。
She ought not to be long in saving up sufficient to marry on； for the
generosity of people on the stage to the servants there makes one
seriously consider the advisability of ignoring the unremunerative
professions of ordinary life and starting a new and more promising
career as a stage servant。
No one ever dreams of tipping the stage servant with less than a
sovereign when they ask her if her mistress is at home or give her a
letter to post； and there is quite a rush at the end of the piece to
stuff five…pound notes into her hand。 The good old man gives her ten。
The stage servant is very impudent to her mistress； and the masterhe
falls in love with her and it does upset the house so。
Sometimes the servant…girl is good and faithful； and then she is
Irish。 All good servant…girls on the stage are Irish。
All the male visitors are expected to kiss the stage servant…girl when
they come into the house； and to dig her in the ribs and to say： 〃Do
you know； Jane； I think you're an uncommonly nice girlclick。〃 They
always say this； and she likes it。
Many years ago； when we were young； we thought we would see if things
were the same off the stage； and the next time we called at a certain
friend's house we tried this business on。
She wasn't quite so dazzlingly beautiful as they are on the stage； but
we passed that。 She showed us up into the drawing…room； and then said
she would go and tell her mistress we were there。
We felt this was the time to begin。 We skipped between her and the
door。 We held our hat in front of us； cocked our head on one side；
and said： 〃Don't go！ don't go！〃
The girl seemed alarmed。 We began to get a little nervous ourselves；
but we had begun it and we meant to go through with it。
We said； 〃Do you know； Jane〃 （her name wasn't Jane； but that wasn't
our fault）； 〃do you know； Jane； I think you're an uncommonly nice
girl；〃 and we said 〃click；〃 and dug her in the ribs with our elbow；
and then chucked her under the chin。 The whole thing seemed to fall
flat。 There was nobody there to laugh or applaud。 We wished we
hadn't done it。 It seemed stupid when you came to think of it。 We
began to feel frightened。 The business wasn't going as we expected；
but we screwed up our courage and went on。
We put on the customary expression of comic imbecility and beckoned
the girl to us。 We have never seen this fail on the stage。
But this girl seemed made wrong。 She got behind the sofa and screamed
〃Help！〃
We have never known them to do this on the stage； and it threw us out
in our plans。 We did not know exactly what to do。 We regretted that
we had ever begun this job and heartily wished ourselves out of it。
But it appeared foolish to pause then； when we were more than half…way
through； and we made a rush to get it over。
We chivvied the girl round the sofa and caught her near the door and
kissed her。 She scratched our face； yelled police； murder； and fire；
and fled from the room。
Our friend came in almost immediately。 He said：
〃I say； J。； old man； are you drunk？〃
We told him no； that we were only a student of the drama。 His wife
then entered in a towering passion。 She didn't ask us if we were
drunk。 She said：
〃How dare you come here in this state！〃
We endeavored unsuccessfully to induce her to believe that we were
sober； and we explained that our course of conduct was what was always
pursued on the stage。
She said she didn't care what was done on the stage； it wasn't going
to be pursued in her house； and that if her husband's friends couldn't
behave as gentlemen they had better stop away。
The following morning we received a letter from a firm of solicitors
in Lincoln's Inn with reference； so they put it； to the brutal and
unprovoked assault committed by us on the previous afternoon upon the
person of their client； Miss Matilda Hemmings。 The letter stated that
we had punched Miss Hemmings in the side； struck her under the chin；
and afterward； seizing her as she was leaving the room； proceeded to
commit a gross assault； into the particulars of which it was needless
for them to enter at greater length。
It added that if we were prepared to render an ample written apology
and to pay 50 pounds compensation； they would advise their client；
Miss Matilda Hemmings； to allow the matter to drop； otherwise criminal
proceedings would at once be commenced against us。
We took the letter to our own solicitors and explained the
circumstances to them。 They said it seemed to be a very sad case； but
advised us to pay the 50 pounds； and we borrowed the money and did so。
Since then we have lost faith； somehow； in the British drama as a
guide to the conduct of life。
THE CHILD。
It is nice and quiet and it talks prettily。
We have come across real infants now and then in the course of visits
to married friends； they have been brought to us from outlying parts
of the house and introduced to us for our edification； and we have
found them gritty and sticky。 Their boots have usually been muddy；
and they have wiped them up against our new trousers。 And their hair
has suggested the idea that they have been standing on their heads in
the dust…bin。
And they have talked to usbut not prettily； not at allrather rude
we should call it。
But the stage child is very different。 It is clean and tidy。 You can
touch it anywhere and nothing co
