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    The Family Reunion

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      What time is it?

      CHARLES

      Nearly twenty to seven.

      AMY

      John should be here now, he has the shortest way to come.

      John at least, if not Arthur. Hark, there is someone coming:

      Yes, it must be John.

      [Enter HARRY.]

      Harry!

      [HARRY stops suddenly at the door and stares at the window.]

      IVY

      Welcome, Harry!

      GERALD

      Well done!

      VIOLET

      Welcome home to Wishwood!

      CHARLES

      Why, what’s the matter?

      AMY

      Harry, if you want the curtains drawn you should let me ring for Denman.

      HARRY

      How can you sit in this blaze of light for all the world to look at?

      If you knew how you looked, when I saw you through the window!

      Do you like to be stared at by eyes through a window?

      AMY

      You forget, Harry, that you are at Wishwood,

      Not in town, where you have to close the blinds.

      There is no one to see you but our servants who belong here,

      And who all want to see you back, Harry.

      HARRY

      Look there, look there: do you see them?

      GERALD

      No, I don’t see anyone about.

      HARRY

      No, no, not there. Look there!

      Can’t you see them? You don’t see them, but I see them,

      And they see me. This is the first time that I have seen them.

      In the Java Straits, in the Sunda Sea,

      In the sweet sickly tropical night, I knew they were coming.

      In Italy, from behind the nightingale’s thicket,

      The eyes stared at me, and corrupted that song.

      Behind the palm trees in the Grand Hotel

      They were always there. But I did not see them.

      Why should they wait until I came back to Wishwood?

      There were a thousand places where I might have met them!

      Why here? why here?

      Many happy returns of the day, mother.

      Aunt Ivy, Aunt Violet, Uncle Gerald, Uncle Charles, Agatha.

      AMY

      We are very glad to have you back, Harry.

      Now we shall all be together for dinner.

      The servants have been looking forward to your coming:

      Would you like to have them in after dinner

      Or wait till tomorrow? I am sure you must be tired.

      You will find everybody here, and everything the same.

      Mr. Bevan—you remember—wants to call tomorrow

      On some legal business, a question about taxes—

      But I think you would rather wait till you are rested.

      Your room is all ready for you. Nothing has been changed.

      HARRY

      Changed? nothing changed? how can you say that nothing is changed?

      You all look so withered and young.

      GERALD

      We must have a ride tomorrow.

      You’ll find you know the country as well as ever.

      There wasn’t an inch of it you didn’t know.

      But you’ll have to see about a couple of new hunters.

      CHARLES

      And I’ve a new wine merchant to recommend you;

      Your cellar could do with a little attention.

      IVY

      And you'll really have to find a successor to old Hawkins.

      It’s really high time the old man was pensioned.

      He’s let the rock garden go to rack and ruin,

      And he’s nearly half blind. I’ve spoken to your mother

      Time and time again: she’s done nothing about it

      Because she preferred to wait for your coming.

      VIOLET

      And time and time again I have spoken to your mother

      About the waste that goes on in the kitchen.

      Mrs. Packell is too old to know what she is doing.

      It really needs a man in charge of things at Wishwood.

      AMY

      You see your aunts and uncles are very helpful, Harry.

      I have always found them forthcoming with advice

      Which I have never taken. Now it is your business.

      I have only struggled to keep Wishwood going

      And to make no changes before your return.

      Now it’s for you to manage. I am an old woman.

      They can give me no further advice when I’m dead.

      IVY

      Oh, dear Amy!

      No one wants you to die, I’m sure!

      Now that Harry’s back, is the time to think of living.

      HARRY

      Time and time and time, and change, no change!

      You all of you try to talk as if nothing had happened,

      And yet you are talking of nothing else. Why not get to the point

      Or if you want to pretend that I am another person—

      A person that you have conspired to invent, please do so

      In my absence. I shall be less embarrassing to you. Agatha?

      AGATHA

      I think, Harry, that having got so far—

      If you want no pretences, let us have no pretences:

      And you must try at once to make us understand,

      And we must try to understand you.

      HARRY

      But how can I explain, how can I explain to you?

      You will understand less after I have explained it.

      All that I could hope to make you understand

      Is only events: not what has happened.

      And people to whom nothing has ever happened

      Cannot understand the unimportance of events.

      GERALD

      Well, you can’t say that nothing has happened to me.

      I started as a youngster on the North West Frontier—

      Been in tight comers most of my life

      And some pretty nasty messes.

      CHARLES

      And there isn’t much would surprise me, Harry;

      Or shock me, either.

      HARRY

      You are all people

      To whom nothing has happened, at most a continual impact

      Of external events. You have gone through life in sleep,

      Never woken to the nightmare. I tell you, life would be unendurable

      If you were wide awake. You do not know

      The noxious smell untraceable in the drains,

      Inaccessible to the plumbers, that has its hour of the night; you do not know

      The unspoken voice of sorrow in the ancient bedroom

      At three o’clock in the morning. I am not speaking

      Of my own experience, but trying to give you

      Comparisons in a more familiar medium. I am the old house

      With the noxious smell and the sorrow before morning,

      In which all past is present, all degradation

      Is unredeemable. As for what happens—

      Of the past you can only see what is past,

      Not what is always present. That is what matters.

      AGATHA

      Nevertheless, Harry, best tell us as you can:

      Talk in your own language, without stopping to debate

      Whether it may be too far beyond our understanding.

      HARRY

      The sudden solitude in a crowded desert

      In a thick smoke, many creatures moving

      Without direction, for no direction

      Leads anywhere but round and round in that vapour—

      Without purpose, and without principle of conduct

      In flickering intervals of light and darkness;

      The partial anaesthesia of suffering without feeling

      And partial observation of one’s own automatism

      While the slow stain sinks deeper through the skin

      Tainting the flesh and discolouring the bone—

      This is what matters, but it is unspeakab
    le.

      Untranslatable: I talk in general terms

      Because the particular has no language. One thinks to escape

      By violence, but one is still alone

      In an over-crowded desert, jostled by ghosts.

      It was only reversing the senseless direction

      For a momentary rest on the burning wheel

      That cloudless night in the mid-Atlantic

      When I pushed her over.

      VIOLET

      Pushed her?

      HARRY

      You would never imagine anyone could sink so quickly.

      I had always supposed, wherever I went

      That she would be with me; whatever I did

      That she was unkillable. It was not like that.

      Everything is true in a different sense.

      I expected to find her when I went back to the cabin.

      Later, I became excited, I think I made enquiries;

      The purser and the steward were extremely sympathetic

      And the doctor very attentive.

      That night I slept heavily, alone.

      AMY

      Harry!

      CHARLES

      You mustn’t indulge such dangerous fancies.

      It’s only doing harm to your mother and yourself.

      Of course we know what really happened, we read it in the papers—

      No need to revert to it. Remember, my boy,

      I understand, your life together made it seem more horrible.

      There’s a lot in my own past life that presses on my chest

      When I wake, as I do now, early before morning.

      I understand these feelings better than you know—

      But you have no reason to reproach yourself.

      Your conscience can be clear.

      HARRY

      It goes a good deal deeper

      Than what people call their conscience; it is just the cancer

      That eats away the self. I knew how you would take it.

      First of all, you isolate the single event

      As something so dreadful that it couldn’t have happened,

      Because you could not bear it. So you must believe

      That I suffer from delusions. It is not my conscience,

      Not my mind, that is diseased, but the world I have to live in.

      —I lay two days in contented drowsiness;

      Then I recovered. I am afraid of sleep:

      A condition in which one can be caught for the last time.

      And also waking. She is nearer than ever.

      The contamination has reached the marrow

      And they are always near. Here, nearer than ever.

      They are very close here. I had not expected that.

      AMY

      Harry, Harry, you are very tired

      And overwrought. Coming so far

      And making such haste, the change is too sudden for you.

      You are unused to our foggy climate

      And the northern country. When you see Wishwood

      Again by day, all will be the same again.

      I beg you to go now and rest before dinner.

      Get Downing to draw you a hot bath,

      And you will feel better.

      AGATHA

      There are certain points I do not yet understand:

      They will be clear later. I am also convinced

      That you only hold a fragment of the explanation.

      It is only because of what you do not understand

      That you feel the need to declare what you do.

      There is more to understand: hold fast to that

      As the way to freedom.

      HARRY

      I think I see what you mean.

      Dimly—as you once explained the sobbing in the chimney

      The evil in the dark closet, which they said was not there,

      Which they explained away, but you explained them

      Or at least, made me cease to be afraid of them.

      I will go and have my bath.

      [Exit.]

      GERALD

      God preserve us!

      I never thought it would be as bad as this.

      VIOLET

      There is only one thing to be done:

      Harry must see a doctor.

      IVY

      But I understand—

      I have heard of such cases before—that people in his condition

      Often betray the most immoderate resentment

      At such a suggestion. They can be very cunning—

      Their malady makes them so. They do not want to be cured

      And they know what you are thinking.

      CHARLES

      He has probably let this notion grow in his mind,

      Living among strangers, with no one to talk to.

      I suspect it is simply that the wish to get rid of her

      Makes him believe he did. He cannot trust his good fortune.

      I believe that all he needs is someone to talk to,

      To get it off his mind. I’ll have a talk to him tomorrow.

      AMY

      Most certainly not, Charles, you are not the right person.

      I prefer to believe that a few days at Wishwood

      Among his own family, is all that he needs.

      GERALD

      Nevertheless, Amy, there’s something in Violet’s suggestion.

      Why not ring up Warburton, and ask him to join us?

      He’s an old friend of the family, it’s perfectly natural

      That he should be asked. He looked after all the boys

      When they were children. I’ll have a word with him.

      He can talk to Harry, and Harry need have no suspicion.

      I’d trust Warburton’s opinion.

      AMY

      If anyone speaks to Dr. Warburton

      It should be myself. What does Agatha think?

      AGATHA

      It seems a necessary move

      In an unnecessary action,

      Not for the good that it will do

      But that nothing may be left undone

      On the margin of the impossible.

      AMY

      Very well.

      I will ring up the doctor myself.

      [Exit.]

      CHARLES

      Meanwhile, I have an idea. Why not question Downing?

      He’s been with Harry ten years, he’s absolutely discreet.

      He was with them on the boat. He might be of use.

      IVY

      Charles! you don’t really suppose

      That he might have pushed her over?

      CHARLES

      In any case, I shouldn’t blame Harry.

      I might have done the same thing once, myself.

      Nobody knows what he’s likely to do

      Until there’s somebody he wants to get rid of.

      GERALD

      Even so, we don’t want Downing to know

      Any more than he knows already.

      And even if he knew, it’s very much better

      That he shouldn’t know that we knew it also.

      Why not let sleeping dogs lie?

      CHARLES

      All the same, there’s a question or two

      [Rings the bell.]

      That I'd like to ask Downing.

      He shan’t know why I’m asking.

      [Enter DENMAN.]

      Denman, where is Downing? Is he up with his Lordship?

      DENMAN

      He’s out in the garage, Sir, with his Lordship’s car.

      CHARLES

      Tell him I’d like to have a word with him, please.

      [Exit DENMAN]

      VIOLET

      Charles, if you are determined upon this investigation,

      Which I am convinced is going to lead us nowhere,

      And which I am sure Amy would disapprove of—

      I only wish to express my emphatic protest

      Both against your purpose and the means you are employing.

      CHARLES

      My purpose is, to find out what’s wrong with Harry:

      Until we know that, we can
    do nothing for him.

      And as for my means, we can’t afford to be squeamish

      In taking hold of anything that comes to hand.

      If you are interested in helping Harry

      You can hardly object to the means.

      VIOLET

      I do object.

      IVY

      And I wish to associate myself with my sister

      In her objections—

      AGATHA

      I have no objection,

      Any more than I object to asking Dr. Warburton:

      I only see that this is all quite irrelevant;

      We had better leave Charles to talk to Downing

      And pursue his own methods.

      [Rises.]

      VIOLET

      I do not agree.

      I think there should be witnesses. I intend to remain.

      And I wish to be present to hear what Downing says.

      I want to know at once, not be told about it later.

      IVY

      And I shall stay with Violet.

      AGATHA

      I shall return

      When Downing has left you.

      [Exit.]

      CHARLES

      Well, I’m very sorry

      You all see it like this: but there simply are times

     


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