Scene: a Study
Dramatis Personae: Smith, Conscience, Mephistopheles
Enter Smith down centre.
He seats himself at table and opens a Thucydides.
Enter Conscience through ceiling R., Mephistopheles through floor L.
Conscience
With a kindly smile. Precisely what I was about to remark, my dear lad. A little Thucydides would be a very good thing. Thucydides, as you doubtless know, was a very famous Athenian historian. Date?
Smith
Er—um—let me see.
Mephistopheles
Aside. Look in the Introduction and pretend you did it by accident.
Smith
Having done so. 431 BC. circ.
Conscience wipes away a tear.
Conscience
Thucydides made himself a thorough master of the concisest of styles.
Mephistopheles
And in doing so became infernally obscure. Excuse shop.
Smith
Gloomily. Hum!
Mephistopheles
Sneeringly. Ha!
Long pause.
Conscience
Gently. Do you not think, my dear lad, that you had better begin? Time and tide, as you are aware, wait for no man. And—
Smith
Yes?
Conscience
Well, you know, that examination tomorrow.
Smith
Yes?
Conscience
You have not, I fear, a very firm grasp of the subject. However, if you work hard till eleven—
Smith
Gloomily. Hum! Three hours!
Mephistopheles
Cheerily. Exactly so. Three hours. A little more if anything. By the way, excuse me asking, but have you prepared the subject thoroughly during the term?
Smith
My dear sir! Of course!
Conscience
Reprovingly. ???!!??!
Smith
Well, perhaps, not quite so much as I might have done. Such a lot of things to do this term. Cricket, for instance.
Mephistopheles
Rather. Talking of cricket, you seemed to be shaping rather well last Saturday. I had just run up on business, and someone told me you made eighty not out. Get your century all right?
Smith
Brightening at the recollection. Just a bit—117 not out. I hit—but perhaps you’ve heard?
Mephistopheles
Not at all, not at all. Let’s hear all about it.
Conscience seeks to interpose, but is prevented by Mephistopheles, who eggs Smith on to talk cricket for over an hour.
Conscience
At last; in an acid voice. That is a history of the Peloponnesian war by Thucydides on the table in front of you. I thought I would mention it, in case you had forgotten.
Smith
Great Scott, yes! Here, I say, I must start.
Conscience
Hear! Hear!
Mephistopheles
Insinuatingly. One moment. Did you say you had prepared this book during the term? Afraid I’m a little hard of hearing. Eh, what?
Smith
Well—er no, I have not. Have you ever played billiards with a walking-stick and five balls?
Mephistopheles
Quite so, quite so. I quite understand. Don’t you distress yourself, old chap. You obviously can’t get through a whole book of Thucydides in under two hours, can you?
Conscience
Severely. He might, by attentive application to study, master a considerable portion of the historian’s chef d’oeuvre in that time.
Mephistopheles
Yes, and find that not one of the passages he had prepared was set in the paper.
Conscience
At the least, he would, if he were to pursue the course which I have indicated, greatly benefit his mind.
Mephistopheles
Gives a short, derisive laugh.
Long pause.
Mephistopheles
Looking towards bookshelf. Hullo, you’ve got a decent lot of books, pommy word you have. Rodney Stone, Vice Versa, Many Cargoes. Ripping. Ever read Many Cargoes?
Conscience
Glancing at his watch. I am sorry, but I must really go now. I will see you some other day.
Exit sorrowfully.
Mephistopheles
Well, thank goodness he’s gone. Never saw such a fearful old bore in my life. Can’t think why you let him hang on to you so. We may as well make a night of it now, eh? No use your trying to work at this time of night.
Smith
Not a bit.
Mephistopheles
Did you say you’d not read Many Cargoes?
Smith
Never. Only got it today. Good?
Mephistopheles
Simply ripping. All short stories. Make you yell.
Smith
With a last effort. But don’t you think—
Mephistopheles
Oh no. Besides, you can easily get up early tomorrow for the Thucydides.
Smith
Of course I can. Never thought of that. Heave us Many Cargoes. Thanks.
Begins to read. Mephistopheles grins fiendishly, and vanishes through floor enveloped in red flame. Sobbing heard from the direction of the ceiling.
Scene closes.