Arms and the Man, George Bernard Shaw [comprehension books txt] 📗

pretend to talk indifferently before her: my heart is too full. Louka comes from the house with her tray. She goes to the table, and begins to clear it, with her back turned to them. I will go and get my hat; and then we can go out until lunch time. Wouldn’t you like that? Sergius Be quick. If you are away five minutes, it will seem five hours. Raina runs to the top of the steps and turns there to exchange a look with him and wave him a kiss with both hands. He looks after her with emotion for a moment, then turns slowly away, his face radiant with the exultation of the scene which has just passed. The movement shifts his field of vision, into the corner of which there now comes the tail of Louka’s double apron. His eye gleams at once. He takes a stealthy look at her, and begins to twirl his moustache nervously, with his left hand akimbo on his hip. Finally, striking the ground with his heels in something of a cavalry swagger, he strolls over to the left of the table, opposite her, and says, Louka: do you know what the higher love is? Louka Astonished. No, sir. Sergius Very fatiguing thing to keep up for any length of time, Louka. One feels the need of some relief after it. Louka Innocently. Perhaps you would like some coffee, sir? She stretches her hand across the table for the coffee pot. Sergius Taking her hand. Thank you, Louka. Louka Pretending to pull. Oh, sir, you know I didn’t mean that. I’m surprised at you! Sergius Coming clear of the table and drawing her with him. I am surprised at myself, Louka. What would Sergius, the hero of Slivnitza, say if he saw me now? What would Sergius, the apostle of the higher love, say if he saw me now? What would the half dozen Sergiuses who keep popping in and out of this handsome figure of mine say if they caught us here? Letting go her hand and slipping his arm dexterously round her waist. Do you consider my figure handsome, Louka? Louka Let me go, sir. I shall be disgraced. She struggles: he holds her inexorably. Oh, will you let go? Sergius Looking straight into her eyes. No. Louka Then stand back where we can’t be seen. Have you no common sense? Sergius Ah, that’s reasonable. He takes her into the stableyard gateway, where they are hidden from the house. Louka Complaining. I may have been seen from the windows: Miss Raina is sure to be spying about after you. Sergius Stung⁠—letting her go. Take care, Louka. I may be worthless enough to betray the higher love; but do not you insult it. Louka Demurely. Not for the world, sir, I’m sure. May I go on with my work please, now? Sergius Again putting his arm round her. You are a provoking little witch, Louka. If you were in love with me, would you spy out of windows on me? Louka Well, you see, sir, since you say you are half a dozen different gentlemen all at once, I should have a great deal to look after. Sergius Charmed. Witty as well as pretty. He tries to kiss her. Louka Avoiding him. No, I don’t want your kisses. Gentlefolk are all alike⁠—you making love to me behind Miss Raina’s back, and she doing the same behind yours. Sergius Recoiling a step. Louka! Louka It shows how little you really care! Sergius Dropping his familiarity and speaking with freezing politeness. If our conversation is to continue, Louka, you will please remember that a gentleman does not discuss the conduct of the lady he is engaged to with her maid. Louka It’s so hard to know what a gentleman considers right. I thought from your trying to kiss me that you had given up being so particular. Sergius Turning from her and striking his forehead as he comes back into the garden from the gateway. Devil! devil! Louka Ha! ha! I expect one of the six of you is very like me, sir, though I am only Miss Raina’s maid. She goes back to her work at the table, taking no further notice of him. Sergius Speaking to himself. Which of the six is the real man?⁠—that’s the question that torments me. One of them is a hero, another a buffoon, another a humbug, another perhaps a bit of a blackguard. He pauses and looks furtively at Louka, as he adds with deep bitterness, And one, at least, is a coward⁠—jealous, like all cowards. He goes to the table. Louka. Louka Yes? Sergius Who is my rival? Louka You shall never get that out of me, for love or money. Sergius Why? Louka Never mind why. Besides, you would tell that I told you; and I should lose my place. Sergius Holding out his right hand in affirmation. No; on the honor of a⁠—He checks himself, and his hand drops nerveless as he concludes, sardonically,⁠—of a man capable of behaving as I have been behaving for the last five minutes. Who is he? Louka I don’t know. I never saw him. I only heard his voice through the door of her room. Sergius Damnation! How dare you? Louka Retreating. Oh, I mean no harm: you’ve no right to take up my words like that. The mistress knows all about it. And I tell you that if that gentleman ever comes here again, Miss Raina will marry him, whether he likes it or not. I know the difference between the sort of manner you and she put on before one another and the real manner. Sergius shivers as if she had stabbed him. Then, setting his face like iron, he strides grimly to her, and grips her above the elbows with both bands. Sergius Now listen you to me! Louka Wincing. Not so tight: you’re hurting me! Sergius That doesn’t matter. You have stained my