LADY BRITOMART Rubbish! [MORRISON comes in.] What is it?
MORRISON If you please, my lady, Mr. Undershaft has just drove up to the door.
LADY BRITOMART Well, let him in. [MORRISON hesitates.] Whats the matter with you?
MORRISON Shall I announce him, my lady; or is he at home here, so to speak, my lady?
LADY BRITOMART Announce him.
MORRISON Thank you, my lady. You wont mind my asking, I hope. The occasion is in a manner of speaking new to me.
LADY BRITOMART Quite right. Go and let him in.
MORRISON Thank you, my lady. [He withdraws.]
LADY BRITOMART Children: go and get ready. [SARAH and BARBARA go upstairs for their out-of door wraps.] Charles: go and tell Stephen to come down here in five minutes: you will find him in the drawing room. [CHARLES goes.] Adolphus: tell them to send round the carriage in about fifteen minutes. [ADOLPHUS goes.]
MORRISON [at the door] Mr. Undershaft.
UNDERSHAFT comes in. MORRISON goes out.
UNDERSHAFT Alone! How fortunate!
LADY BRITOMART [rising] Dont be sentimental, Andrew. Sit down. [She sits on the settee: he sits beside her, on her left. She comes to the point before he has time to breathe.] Sarah must have £800 a year until Charles Lomax comes into his property. Barbara will need more, and need it permanently, because Adolphus hasnt any property.
UNDERSHAFT [resignedly] Yes, my dear: I will see to it. Anything else? for yourself, for instance?
LADY BRITOMART I want to talk to you about Stephen.
UNDERSHAFT [rather wearily] Dont, my dear. Stephen doesnt interest me.
LADY BRITOMART He does interest me. He is our son.
UNDERSHAFT Do you really think so? He has induced us to bring him into the world; but he chose his parents very incongruously, I think. I see nothing of myself in him, and less of you.
LADY BRITOMART Andrew: Stephen is an excellent son, and a most steady, capable, highminded young man. You are simply trying to find an excuse for disinheriting him.
UNDERSHAFT My dear Biddy: the Undershaft tradition disinherits him. It would be dishonest of me to leave the cannon foundry to my son.
LADY BRITOMART It would be most unnatural and improper of you to leave it anyone else, Andrew. Do you suppose this wicked and immoral tradition can be kept up for ever? Do you pretend that Stephen could not carry on the foundry just as well as all the other sons of the big business houses?
UNDERSHAFT Yes : he could learn the office routine without understanding the business, like all the other sons; and the firm would go on by its own momentum until the real Undershaft — probably an Italian or a German — would invent a new method and cut him out.
LADY BRITOMART There is nothing that any Italian or German could do that Stephen could not do. And Stephen at least has breeding.
UNDERSHAFT The son of a foundling! nonsense!
LADY BRITOMART My son, Andrew! And even you may have good blood in your veins for all you know.
UNDERSHAFT True. Probably I have. That is another argument in favor of a foundling.
LADY BRITOMART Andrew: dont be aggravating. And dont be wicked. At present you are both.
UNDERSHAFT This conversation is part of the Undershaft tradition, Biddy. Every Undershaft’s wife has treated him to it ever since the house was founded. It is mere waste of breath. If the tradition be ever broken it will be for an abler man than Stephen.
LADY BRITOMART [pouting] Then go away.
UNDERSHAFT [deprecatory] Go away!
LADY BRITOMART Yes: go away. If you will do nothing for Stephen, you are not wanted here. Go to your foundling, whoever he is; and look after him.
UNDERSHAFT The fact is, Biddy —
LADY BRITOMART Dont call me Biddy. I dont call you Andy.
UNDERSHAFT I will not call my wife Britomart: it is not good sense. Seriously, my love, the Undershaft tradition has landed me in a difficulty. I am getting on in years; and my partner Lazarus has at last made a stand and insisted that the succession must be settled one way or the other; and of course he is quite right. You see, I havnt found a fit successor yet.
LADY BRITOMART [obstinately] There is Stephen.
UNDERSHAFT Thats just it: all the foundlings I can find are exactly like Stephen.
LADY BRITOMART Andrew!!
UNDERSHAFT I want a man with no relations and no schooling: that is, a man who would be out of the running altogether if he were not a strong man. And I cant find him. Every blessed foundling nowadays is snapped up in his infancy by Barnardo homes,[69] or School Board officers, or Boards of Guardians; and if he shews the least ability, he is fastened on by schoolmasters; trained to win scholarships like a race-horse; crammed with secondhand ideas; drilled and disciplined in docility and what they call good taste; and lamed for life so that he is fit for nothing but teaching. If you want to keep the foundry in the family, you had better find an eligible foundling and marry him to Barbara.
LADY BRITOMART Ah! Barbara! Your pet! You would sacrifice Stephen to Barbara.
UNDERSHAFT Cheerfully. And you, my dear, would boil Barbara to make soup for Stephen.
LADY BRITOMART Andrew: this is not a question of our lik ings and dislikings: it is a question of duty. It is your duty to make Stephen your successor.
UNDERSHAFT Just as much as it is your duty to submit to your husband. Come, Biddy! these tricks of the governing class are of no use with me. I am one of the governing class myself; and it is waste of time giving tracts to a missionary. I have the power in this matter; and I am not to be humbugged into using it for your purposes.
LADY BRITOMART Andrew: you can talk my head off; but you cant change wrong into right. And your tie is all on one side. Put it straight.
UNDERSHAFT [disconcerted] It wont stay unless it’s pinned — [he fumbles at it with childish grimaces].
STEPHEN comes in.
STEPHEN [at the door] I beg your pardon [about to retire].
LADY BRITOMART No: come in, Stephen. [STEPHEN comes forward to his mother’s writing table.]
UNDERSHAFT [not very cordially] Good afternoon.
STEPHEN [coldly] Good afternoon.
UNDERSHAFT [to LADYBRITOMART] He knows all about the tradition, I suppose?
LADY BRITOMART Yes. [To STEPHEN.] It is what I told you last night, Stephen.
UNDERSHAFT [sulkily] I understand you want to come into the cannon business.
STEPHEN I go into trade! Certainly not.
UNDERSHAFT [opening his eyes, greatly eased in mind and manner] Oh! in that case — !
LADY BRITOMART Cannons are not trade, Stephen. They are enterprise.
STEPHEN I have no intention of becoming a man of business in any sense. I have no capacity for business and no taste for it. I intend to devote myself to politics.
UNDERSHAFT [rising] My dear boy: this is an immense relief to me. And I trust it may prove an equally good thing for the country. I was afraid you would consider yourself disparaged and slighted. [He moves towards STEPHEN as if to shake hands with him.]
LADY BRITOMART [rising and interposing] Stephen: I cannot allow you to throw away an enormous property like this.
STEPHEN [stiffly] Mother: there must be an end of treating me as a child, if you please. [LADY BRITOMART recoils, deeply wounded by his tone.] Until last night I did not take your attitude seriously, because I did not think you meant it seriously. But I find now that you left me in the dark as to matters which you should have explained to me years ago. I am extremely hurt and offended. Any further discussion of my intentions had better take place with my father, as between one man and another.
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British physician and philanthropist Thomas Barnardo (1845-1905) founded homes for orphaned and destitute children, which were known as Doctor Barnardo’s Homes.