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Curtain Up

Thank you, Edna. That's right. You ought to like this port, Gerald. Finchley assures me it's exactly the same port your father gets from him.
SHEILA: Like one of these purple-faced old men.
Here, I'm not a purple faced old man!
SHEILA: But then you don't know all about port do you?
Now then, Sybil, you must take a little tonight. Special occasion, y'know, eh?
EDNA: Yes ma'am
Well, well, this is very nice. Very nice. Good dinner too Sybil. Tell Cook from me.
MRS: Arthur, you're not supposed to say such things
Oh- come, come- I'm treating Gerald like one of the family. And I'm sure he won't object.
MRS: Isn't that so Arthur?
Quite, quite.
MRS: Arthur, what about this toast of yours?
Yes, of course. Well, Gerald, I know you agreed we should only have this quiet little family party. It's a pity Sir George and -er- Lady Croft can't be here tonight, but they're abroad and so it can't be helped. As I told you they sent me a very nice cable, couldn't be nicer. I'm not sorry we're celebrating like this.
GERALD: I quite agree
So do I, but it makes speechmaking more difficult.
ERIC: Well, don't do any.
What?

ERIC: I said don't do any.
Oh, yes, I will. This is one of the happiest nights of my life. And one day, I hope, Eric, when you've a daughter of your own, you'll understand why. Gerald, I'm going to tell you frankly, without any pretenses that your engagement to Sheila means a tremendous lot to me. She'll make you happy. I'm sure you'll make her happy. You're just the kind of son in law I've always wanted. Your father and I have been friendly rivals in business for some time- though Crofts Limited is both older and bigger than Birling and Company- and now you've brought is together, and perhaps we may look forward to the time when Crofts and Birlings are no longer competing but working together- for lower costs and higher prices.
SHEILA: Neither do I, all wrong.
Quite so, I agree with you. I only mentioned it in passing. What I did want to say was- that Sheila's a lucky girl- and, Gerald, I think you're a pretty fortunate young man too.
GERALD: I know I am, just this once anyhow.
So here's wishing the pair of you the very best that life can bring, Gerald and Sheila!
MRS: I think Sheila and I had better go into the drawing room and leave you men-
I just want to say this. Are you listening Sheila? This concerns you too.

SHEILA: Actually, I was listening.


I'm delighted about this engagement and I hope it's not too long before you're married. And I wan't to say this. There's a good deal of silly talk about these days -but- and I speak as a hard-headed business man, who has to take risks and know what he's about- I say, you can ignore all this silly pessimistic talk. When you marry, you'll be marrying at a very good time. Yes, a very good time, and soon it will be an even better time.


ERIC: What about war?
What? Don't interrupt Eric. I was coming to that. Just because the Kaiser makes a speech or two or a few German officers have too much to drink and begin talking nonsense, you'll hear some people say that war is inevitable. To that I say- fiddlestick! The Germans don't want war! Nobody wants war. Except for a few half-civilized folks in the Balkans. And why? There's too much at stake these days. Everything to lose and nothing to be gained by war.
ERIC: Yes, I know- but still-
Just let me finish, Eric. You've a lot to learn yet. And I'm talking as a hard-headed, practical man of business. And I say there isn't a chance of war. The world's developing so fast that it'll make war impossible. Look at the progress we're making. In a year or two we'll have aeroplanes that can go anywhere. And look at the way the automobile is making headway, bigger and faster all the time. And ships. Why a friend of mine went over this new liner last week- forty six thousand eight hundred tons- forty six thousand eight hundred tons- New York in 5 days -and every luxury- and unsinkable, absolutely unsinkable. That's what you've got to keep your eye on. Facts like that, Progress like that. And not a few German officers here talking nonsense and a few scaremongers here making a fuss about nothing. Now you three young people listen to this- and remember what I am telling you now. in twenty or thirty years time, let's say in the forties, you may be giving a little party like this- your son or daughter might be getting engaged- and I tell you by that time we'll be living in a world that will have forgotten all these Capital v. Labor agitations and all these silly little war scares. There will be peace and prosperity and rapid progress everywhere, except of course in Russia which will always be behind hand naturally.
Yes dear- I know.
Yes, my dear, I know- I'm talking too much. But we can't let these Bernard Shaws and HG Wellses do all the talking. We hard-headed practical business men must say something sometime. And we don't guess - we've had experience - and we know.
MRS: Eric, I want you a minute.
Cigar?
GERALD: I can't really enjoy them.
Ah, you don't know what you're missing. I like a good cigar. Help yourself to the port.
GERALD: Thanks.
By the way, there's something I'd like to mention -in strict confidence- while we are by ourselves. I have an idea that your mother- Lady Croft- while she doesn't object to my girl, feels you might have done better for yourself socially- No, Gerald, that's alright. Don't blame her. She comes from and old county family -landed people and so forth- so it's only natural. But what I wanted to say is- there's a fair chance I might find my way onto the next honors list. Just a knighthood, of course.
GERALD: Oh- I say- Congratulations!
Thanks, but it's a bit too early for that. So don't say anything. But I've had a hint or two. You see, I was Lord Mayor two years ago when Royalty visited us and I've always been regarded as a sound, useful party man. So- well- I gather there's a very good chance of a knight hood- so long as we behave ourselves don't get into the police court or start a scandal, eh?
GERALD: You seem to be a very well behaved family to me-
We think we are-
GERALD: I think you might as well accept my congratulations now.
Thank you. No, no, I couldn't do that. And don't say anything yet.

GERALD: I know she'd be delighted.

Well, when she comes back, you might drop a hint to her.

ERIC: What's up? Started telling your stories yet?

No. Want another glass of port?

ERIC: Women are potty about them.

Yes, but you've got to remember my boy that clothes mean something quite different to a woman. Not just something to wear- and not only something to make 'em look prettier- but- well a sort of sign or token of their self-respect.

ERIC: Yes, I remember-

Well, what do you remember?

ERIC: Nothing.

Nothing?

GERALD: Sounds a bit fishy to me.

Yes, you don't know what some of there boys get up to nowadays. More money to spend and time to spare than I had when I was Eric's age. They worked us hard in those days and kept us short of cash. Though even then- we broke out and had a bit of fun sometimes.

GERALD: I'll bet you did.

But this is the point. I don't want to lecture you two young fellows again, but what so many of you don't seem to understand now that things are so much easier, is that a man has to make his own way, has to look after himself- and his family, too, of course- when he has one -and so long as he does that he won't come to much harm. But the way some of these cranks talk and write now, you'd think everybody has to look after everybody else, as if we were all mixed up together like bees in a hive- a man has to mind his own business and look after himself and his own- and-

ERIC: Somebody at the front door.

All right, Eric. Edna'll answer it. Well, have another glass of port, Gerald- and then we'll join the ladies. That'll stop me giving you good advice.

ERIC: Yes, you've piled it on a bit tonight, Father.

Special occasion, and feeling contented for once, I wanted you to have the benefit of my experience.

EDNA: Please, sir.

Yes?

EDNA: An Inspector's called.

An Inspector? What kind of Inspector?

EDNA: Yes, sir. He says it's important.

All right, Edna. Show him in here. It may be something about a warrant. I'm still on the Bench.

GERALD: And that would be very awkward wouldn't it?

Very.

ERIC: Well, I don't think it's very funny.

What's the matter with you?

INS: Mr. Birling?

Good evening, Inspector. You're new, aren't you?

INS: Yes sir, only recently transferred.

I thought you must be. I was an alderman for years- and Lord Mayor two years ago- and I'm still on the bench- so I know the Brumley police officers pretty well- and I thought I'd never seen you before.

INS: Quite so.

Yes. Sit down Inspector.

INS: Thank you, sir.

Have a glass of port, or a little whiskey.

No, thank you, Mr. Birling. I'm on duty.

Well, what can I do for you? Some trouble about a warrant?

INS: No, Mr. Birling.

Well, what is it then?

INS: Suicide, of course.

Yes, yes. Horrible business. But I don't understand why you should come here, Inspector-

INS: But her original name- her real name- was Eva Smith.

Eva Smith?

INS: Do you remember her Mr. Birling?

No- I seem to remember hearing that name- Eva Smith- somewhere. But it doesn't convey anything to me. And I don't see where I come into this.

INS: She was employed in your works at one time.

Oh- that's it, is it? Well, we've several hundred young women there, y'know, and they keep changing.

ERIC: Neither can I.

And I must say I agree with them, Inspector.

INS: Otherwise there is a muddle.

I see. I think you've had enough of that port, Eric?

INS: I think you remember Eva Smith now, don't you, Mr. Birling?

Yes, I do. She was one of my employees, and then I discharged her.

ERIC: When was this Father?

Just keep quiet, Eric, and don't get excited. This girl left us nearly two years ago. Let me see- it must have been in the early autumn of 1910.

INS: Yes. End of September, 1910.

That's right.

GERALD: Wouldn't you rather I was out of this?

I don't mind you being here, Gerald. And I'm sure you've no objection, have you, Inspector? Perhaps I ought to explain first that this is Mr. Gerald Croft- son of Sir George Croft- you know Crofts Limited.

INS: Mr. Gerald Croft?

Yes. Incidentally, we've been modestly celebrating his engagement to my daughter Sheila.

GERALD: Oh- all right.

Look- there's nothing mysterious- about this business- at least not so far as I'm concerned. It's a perfectly straight forward case, and as it happened more than eighteen months ago- nearly two years ago- obviously it has nothing whatever to do with the wretched girl's suicide. Eh, Inspector?

INS: No, sir. I can't agree with you there.

Why not?

INS: A chain of events.

Oh, well- put like that, there's something in what you say. Still, I can't accept any responsibility. If we were all responsible for everything that happened to everybody we'd had anything to do with, it would be very awkward wouldn't it?

INS: Very awkward.

We'd all be in an impossible position wouldn't we?

ERIC: A man has to look after himself-

Yes, well, we needn't go into all that.

INS: Go into what?

Oh- just before you came- I'd been giving these young men a little good advice. Now- about this girl, Eva Smith. I remember her quite well now. She was a lively good looking girl- country bred, I fancy- and she'd been working in one of our machine shops for over a year. A good worker, too. In fact, the foreman there told me he was ready to promote her into what we call a leading operator- head of a small group of girls. But after they came back from their holidays that August, they were all rather restless, and they suddenly decided to ask for more money. They were averaging about twenty-two shilling, which was neither more nor less than is paid generally in our industry. They wanted the rates raised so that they could average about twenty-five shillings a week. I refused, of course.

INS: Why?

What! Did you say "Why"?

INS: Yes, why did you refuse?

Well, Inspector, I don't see that it's any concern of yours how I choose to run my business. Is it now?

INS: It might be you know.

I don't like that tone.

INS: I'm sorry. But you asked me a question.

And you asked me a question too, before that, a quite unnecessary question, too.

INS: It's my duty to ask questions.

Well, it's my duty to keep labor costs down, and if I'd agreed to this demand for a new rate we'd have added about twelve percent to our labor costs. Does that satisfy you? So I refused, said I couldn't consider it. We were paying the usual rates and if they didn't like those rates, they could go and work somewhere else. It's a free country I told them.

INS: Quite so.

Look- you just keep out of this. You hadn't even started in the works when this happened. So they went on strike. That didn't last long, of course.

GERALD: They'd be all broke- if I know them.

Right, Gerald. They mostly were. And so was the strike, after a week or two. Pitiful affair. Well, we forgave them, we let them all come back- at the old rates- except the four or five ringleaders, who'd started the trouble. I went down myself and told them to clear out. And this girl, Eva Smith, was one of them. She'd a lot to say, I remember- far too much- so she had to go.

ERIC: I call it tough luck.

Rubbish! If you don't come down sharply on some of these people, they'd soon be asking for the earth.

INS: But after all it's better to ask for the earth than to take it.

What did you say your name was, Inspector?



INS: Goole.

Goole, how do you get along with our Chief Constable? Colonel Roberts?

INS: I don't see much of him.

Perhaps I ought to warn you that he's an old friend of mine, and I see him fairly frequently. We play golf together sometimes up at the West Brumley.

INS: I don't play golf.

I didn't suppose you did.

ERIC: I'd have let her stay.

Unless you brighten your ideas, you'll never be in a position to let anybody stay or to tell anybody to go. It's about time you learnt to face a few responsibilities. That's something this public school and Varsity life you've had doesn't seem to have taught.

ERIC: Well, we don't need to tell the Inspector all about that, do we?

I don't see we need to tell the Inspector anything more. In fact, there's nothing I can tell him. I told the girl to clear out, and she went. That's the last I heard of her. Have you any idea what happened to her after that? Get into trouble? Go on the streets?

SHEILA: Mommy sent me in to ask why you didn't come along to the drawing room?

We shall be along in a minute now. Just finishing.

INS: I'm afraid not.

There's nothing else, y'know. I've just told you that.

SHEILA: What's all this about?

Nothing to do with you, Sheila. Run along.

INS: No, wait a minute, Miss Birling.

Look here, Inspector, I consider this uncalled for and officious. I've half a mind to report you. I've told you all I know- and it doesn't seem to me very important- and now there isn't the slightest reason why my daughter should be dragged into this unpleasant business.

INS: She felt she couldn't go on any longer.

Well, don't tell me that;s because I discharged her from my employment nearly two years ago.

SHEILA: Did you, Dad?

Yes. The girl had been causing trouble in the works. I was quite justified.

INS: She wasn't pretty when I saw her today, but she had been pretty- very pretty.

That's enough of that.

GERALD: It's what happened to her since she left Mr. Birling's works that is important.

Obviously. I suggested that some time ago.

INS: Are you sure you don't know?

And are you suggesting now that one of them knows something about this girl?

INS: Yes.

You didn't come here just to see me then?

INS: No.

Well, of course, if I'd know that earlier, I wouldn't have called you officious or talked about reporting you. You understand that, don't you, Inspector? I thought that- for some reason best know to yourself- you were making the most out of this tiny bit of information I could give you. I'm sorry. This makes a difference. You sure of your facts?

INS: Some of them- yes.

They don't seem to amount to very much, though. Do they?

SHEILA: You talk as if we were responsible-

Just a minute, Sheila. Now, Inspector, perhaps you and I had better go and talk this over quietly in a corner-

SHEILA: He says it's one of us now.

Yes, and I'm trying to settle it sensibly for you.

SHEILA: Perhaps that spoilt everything for her.

Do you happen to know what became of her after she left my employment?

SHEILA: Yes, of course.

And then she got herself into trouble there, I suppose?

INS: They told her she'd have to go.

Not doing her work properly?

INS: They admitted that.

There must have been something wrong?

INS: If you'll come over here I'll show you.

What's the matter with her? Why the devil do you want to go upsetting the child like that?

INS: She's upsetting herself.

Well- why- why?

INS: That's something I have to find out.

Well- if you don't mind- I'll find out first.

GERALD: Shall I go to her?

No, leave this to me. I must also have a word with my wife- tell her what's happening. We were having a nice family celebration tonight. And a nasty mess you've made of it now, haven't you?

INS: That's more or less what I was thinking earlier tonight.

What?