Chapter_4

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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.