Tuesday, October 8, 2013

The Darwins and Scene-A-Week Blog Continues!


Scene Ten
Two years later. The parlor of the Wedgewood home, suggested by a small sofa, a bureau saturated with Wedgewood ceramics and a piano forte. Charles, 29, enters, furtively, looking for someone to be home. Emma, 30, enters, wearing worn and stained dress, carrying a chamber pot and towels, a water pitcher, doesn’t see him.
                                                CHARLES
                                    Emma!
                                                EMMA
                                                (turns, startled)
                                    Goodness!
                                                CHARLES
                                    Ah. Perhaps I should have waited at the door.
Emma is slightly embarrassed to be found in this state.
                                                EMMA
                                    Yes, you should have done.
                                                (beat)
                                    Are you here to see my father?
                                                CHARLES
                                                (shakes his head, then moves toward her)
                                    May I help you with that?
                                                EMMA
                                                (recoiling away)
                                    No! I was in my Mother’s room. You know she’s--
                                                CHARLES
                                    Ill. Yes. I’m so sorry. Why don’t you let
                                    the servants take it?
                                                EMMA
                                    Oh, the great defender of the slave!
                                                CHARLES
                                    Servants aren’t slaves.
                                                EMMA
                                    Excuse me.
Emma leaves to dispose of things. Charles pulls out a small journal from his pocket, looks at something.
                                                CHARLES
                                                (calls offstage)
                                    I hope your sister Elizabeth has been
                                    a help.
                                                EMMA
                                                (from offstage)
                                    No.
                                                CHARLES
                                                (beat)
                                    I understand.
Emma re-enters, trying to smooth out her dress, becoming aware it is stained.
                                                EMMA
                                                (pointedly)
                                    Do you?
                                                CHARLES
                                    Scientifically and medically, I mean.
                                                EMMA
                                    Of course. Father tells me you are the toast of
                                    London.
                                                CHARLES
                                    Goodness, no. 
                                                (beat)
                                    Only among the men of science in England.
                                    And Europe.
                                                EMMA
                                    Mm.
                                                CHARLES
                                    Owen-- God bless him-- has confirmed that
                                    the toxodon I found is from the sloth
                                    family-- not a relative of the African giants
                                    but of the modern day South American calabara!
                                    Isn’t that wonderful!
                                                EMMA
                                                (beat)
                                    Wonderful. Pardon me, but I was
                                    about to practice on the piano forte.
She sits at the piano and begins playing Chopin’s “Raindrop” Prelude.
                                                CHARLES
                                    Is that new?
                                                (no answer, so he looks over her shoulder)
                                    Ah, yes! By your old teacher, Mr. Chopin.
                                                (no response)
                                    Are you angry with me?
                                                EMMA
                                    No.
                                                CHARLES
                                    But you are.
                                                EMMA
                                    No, I’m not.
                                               
                                                CHARLES
                                    You see, it’s this sort of thing that
                                    makes it so difficult.
Charles writes something in his little journal.
                                                EMMA
                                    What sort of thing?
                                                CHARLES
                                    The need to assign blame, even when unfounded.
                                                EMMA
                                    What?
                                                CHARLES
                                    Irrational and sudden aggression.
                                                EMMA
                                    You have come unannounced.  I am
                                    hardly presentable to guests.
                                                CHARLES
                                    Why?
                                                EMMA
                                    This is an old dress I have worn
                                    for two days. It is stained and
                                    unflattering.
                                                CHARLES
                                    I hadn’t noticed.
                                                EMMA
                                    Ugh!
                                                CHARLES
                                    I should think that was a good thing.
                                                EMMA
                                    It is offensive to a woman. It suggests
                                    that you simply “don’t notice” whether
                                    she is in rags or an elegant gown suited
                                    for the Queen’s coronation.
Charles writes in journal.
                                                CHARLES
                                    “Obsessive concern with physical appearance”.
                                                EMMA
                                                (stops playing)
                                    What are you writing!?
                                                CHARLES
                                    I am weighing the advantages and
                                    disadvantages of marriage.
                                                EMMA
                                                (a dumbstruck pause)
                                    Marriage?... Marriage, specifically or generally?
                                                CHARLES
                                    Generally, of course. You must start there
                                    if you mean to reach an informed conclusion.
                                                EMMA
                                    You came here to interview me?
                                                CHARLES
                                    And to observe you. Your input has already
                                    been tremendously valuable.
A beat, then Emma returns to her piano. After a few moments.
                                                CHARLES
                                    Chopin has so many brisk, springy
                                    pieces... Why don’t you play one of those?
                                                EMMA
                                    You are vexing beyond any man
                                    that I have ever met!
                                                CHARLES
                                                (writes)
                                    “Easily vexed”.
                                                EMMA
                                    Stop it!
He puts the journal away, sits. She returns to playing, but keeps looking toward the pocket where the journal was placed.
                                                EMMA
                                    And so, you’ve created a list?
                                                CHARLES
                                    Yes.
                                                EMMA
                                    The good and the bad?
                                                CHARLES
                                    The reasons “for” and “against”.
                                                EMMA
                                    Perhaps I should create my own list.
                                    Reasons “for” and “against” men.
                                                CHARLES
                                    Oh, I think it would be infinitely valuable.
Emma stops playing, turns on the piano stool toward Charles.
                                                EMMA
                                    I don’t honestly care, but
                                    am curious. What is on
                                    your “for” list?
Charles pulls out the journal, reads.
                                                CHARLES
                                    “Children, if it please God. Constant
                                    companion and friend in old age
                                    who will feel interested in one... object
                                    to be beloved and played with--
                                    better than a dog anyhow.”
                                                EMMA
                                    “Better than a dog”?
                                                CHARLES
                                    “Anyhow.” Don’t you agree?
                                                EMMA
                                    What else?
                                                CHARLES
                                    Uhm-- “Home, and someone to take care
                                    of house.”
                                                EMMA
                                    Hm.
                                                CHARLES
                                    “Charms of music and female chit-chat.
                                    Good for one’s health but terrible loss of time.”
                                                EMMA
                                    Terrible.
                                                CHARLES
                                    But! “It is intolerable to think of spending
                                    ones whole life, like a neuter bee, working,
                                    working and nothing after all. No, no won’t do.”
                                                EMMA
                                    That’s all?
                                                CHARLES
                                    Yes.
                                                EMMA
                                    And what is under the heading of “against”?
Charles looks, skimming through several pages.
                                                CHARLES
                                    Do you really have time?
                                                (beat)
                                    Clearly, you’re interested. Fine.
                                                (reads)
                                    “Freedom to go where one likes... Choice
                                    of society and little of it... Conversation
                                    of clever men at clubs... Not forced to
                                    visit relatives, nor to bend to every trifle...
                                    to have the expense and anxiety of children.”
                                                EMMA
                                    “Expense and anxiety”-- that’s how you
                                    see children?
                                                CHARLES
                                                (looks up, then reads on)
                                    “Perhaps quarreling... Loss of time”--
                                    which I already mentioned in the “for”--
                                    “Cannot read in the evenings-- fatness
                                    and idleness-- Less money for books... Perhaps
                                    wife won’t like London--”
                                                EMMA
                                    But you don’t like London! You said it’s
                                    cramped, smokey, dirty, dingy--!”
                                                CHARLES
                                    Yes, but if my wife doesn’t like London,
                                    then my sentence is banishment and
                                    degradation into an indolent, idle fool!
                                   
                                                EMMA
                                    Well, I am so pleased that I know where you stand.
                                                CHARLES
                                                (beat)
                                    May I speak to you frankly, as my cousin and
                                    old friend?
                                                EMMA
                                    As those appear to be the only terms under
                                    which we shall speak hereafter, why not?

                                                CHARLES

                                    No. No, I should perhaps wait. The order

                                    of things is wrong.


                                                EMMA

                                    What order? Why are you behaving like this?


                                                CHARLES

                                    There is too much at once and I am

                                    not comfortable with any of it.


                                                EMMA

                                    Perhaps it is better that you go, then.


                                                CHARLES

                                    No! There is one entry I forgot.


                                                EMMA

                                    I have heard quite enough.


                                                CHARLES

                                    It’s a “for”. One last advantage of marriage.

                                    “Emma Wedgewood is the kindest, most

                                    caring and beautiful women I have ever

                                    known. She has been my dear and true friend

                                    through my whole life and her father has already

                                    just today given his consent to allow me

                                    to wed her.

                                               

                                                EMMA

                                    But your list--


                                                CHARLES

                                    Oh, it was all in earnest.

                                                (gets to one knee)

                                    But I admit I had decided on my own

                                    before I ever came here today

                                    that I would do so, if you would have me.


Pause, Emma starts crying tears of joy.


                                                CHARLES

                                    You’re crying?


                                                EMMA

                                    Yes.


                                                CHARLES

                                                (writes in journal)

                                    “Inexplicable crying.”


Emma swats him playfully, the both grin, happily, and suddenly kiss. After a long, sweet moment.


                                                CHARLES

                                    Does that mean “yes”?


Emma nods. Charles smiles.


                                                CHARLES

                                    Uncle Josiah was so surprised. Elizabeth

                                    had convinced him I thought of

                                    you as nothing more than a friend.


                                                EMMA

                                                (ignoring the point, joyful)

                                    Oh, I can’t believe it.


                                                CHARLES

                                    Your father offered me a bond of five thousand

                                    pounds plus four hundred a year. How could

                                    I refuse?


Emma pokes him playfully, he laughs. They kiss again.


                                                CHARLES

                                    You understand that all men are brutes?


                                                EMMA

                                    Yes!


                                                CHARLES

                                    And worse, I’m a solitary, scientific brute.

                                    I’ll make a terribly boring husband.


                                                EMMA

                                    I’ll manage.


                                                CHARLES

                                    Good. Now I must address the other issue.


                                                EMMA

                                    Must you, now?


                                                CHARLES

                                    It’s quite serious.


                                                EMMA

                                    Oh, dear.


                                                CHARLES

                                    It’s about my science.


                                                EMMA

                                    Your science? Oh, thank goodness, I thought

                                    it was about us.


                                                CHARLES

                                    Father warned that I should avoid

                                    the matter, but I cannot think of keeping

                                    secrets from you.


                                                EMMA

                                    No, of course.


                                                CHARLES

                                                (beat)

                                    Forgive me, the order was right before--

                                    I should have--

                                                (pause)

                                    I feel like I am confessing to a murder.

                                                (nervous laugh)

                                    Based on all that I observed during

                                    my voyage on the Beagle, I have

                                    developed a rather interesting theory.


                                                EMMA

                                    Oh. Do you have a date in mind?


                                                CHARLES

                                    For what?


                                                EMMA

                                    The wedding?


                                                CHARLES

                                    Soon. Richard Owen’s findings seem to support it,

                                    though he refuses to consider the notion.


                                                EMMA

                                    Our wedding?


                                                CHARLES

                                    No!


                                                EMMA

                                    May I suggest January?



                                                CHARLES

                                    Emma, please.


                                                EMMA

                                    I’m sorry, I’m listening, I just don’t know...

                                   

                                                CHARLES

                                    My theory is that species transmute.

                                    That new species evolve from a common ancestor

                                    through a process of natural selection.

                                    The weaker and less well adapted

                                    perish and become extinct. Those born with

                                    traits that make them better able to

                                    survive in their environment continue,

                                    creating new species.


                                                EMMA

                                    New species are created by our Maker.


                                                CHARLES

                                    New species evolved from more primitive,

                                    ancient ones.


                                                EMMA

                                    Not all species.


                                                CHARLES

                                    Yes.


                                                EMMA

                                    Not man.

                                                (he nods)

                                    Evolved from what?


                                                CHARLES

                                    A more primitive ancestor...

                                    primates, possibly. Chimpanzees?


                                                EMMA

                                                (long pause)

                                    Do you truly believe that, Charley?


                                                CHARLES

                                    That is my theory.

                                               

                                                EMMA

                                                (pause)

                                    Thank you for your openness.


                                                CHARLES

                                                (pause)

                                    Shall I go?


                                                EMMA

                                    I know you have spent a great part

                                    of your life among free thinkers and reformists.

                                    My reason tells me that conscientious

                                    doubt cannot be a sin but....


                                                CHARLES

                                    But?

                                               

                                                EMMA

                                                (beat)

                                    Such a void between us.


                                                CHARLES

                                    Perhaps I was mistaken to think us a good match.


                                                EMMA

                                    No! No, you were not.


                                                CHARLES

                                    My faith remains. Not in tact as you would

                                    like it, but still there.


                                                EMMA

                                                (pause)

                                    Have you told other people this?


                                                CHARLES

                                    My father. Charles Lyell...

                                    Are you asking me not to do so?


                                                EMMA

                                    That’s not my place.


                                                CHARLES

                                    Given the circumstances, would you like

                                    some time to consider my proposal?


                                                EMMA

                                                (pause)

                                    How would January be?


                                                CHARLES

                                    For your answer?


                                                EMMA

                                    For our wedding.


A beat, then Charles smiles broadly and hugs and kisses Emma.


                                                CHARLES

                                    Dear Emma!


                                                EMMA

                                                (pause)

                                    I only--...


                                                CHARLES

                                    Yes?


                                                EMMA

                                    You may come to realize that you’re

                                    wrong.



                                                CHARLES

                                    Ah.

                                                (beat)

                                    You’re suggesting?


                                                EMMA

                                    I don’t know. But once it has been put forth....


                                                CHARLES

                                                (pause)

                                    Then I’ll wait. I won’t publish my theory.

                                    I won’t even talk about it.


                                                EMMA

                                    Charley, I can’t ask you to do that.


                                                CHARLES

                                    You didn’t ask me.


                                                EMMA

                                    I am grateful, but--


                                                CHARLES

                                    No, I understand. It is the prudent decision. 


                                                EMMA

                                                (beat, she hugs him)

                                    Thank you.


                                                CHARLES

                                    I don’t know that I am not relieved myself.

                                    In some ways. All is well.


                                                EMMA

                                    Dear Charley.


                                                CHARLES

                                                (Charles face screws up)

                                    Dear Emma. All is well.


Charles pulls away, clutches his stomach and grimaces.


                                                EMMA

                                    Charley?


Charles cries out in pain. Emma helps him to the sofa where he collapses. Lights fade out. End Act I.

                                   

                                                                                   

                                   



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