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Behind the Beyond, and Other Contributions to Human Knowledge
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    Behind the Beyond, and Other Contributions to Human Knowledge - Stephen Leacock

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    Title: Behind the Beyond

    and Other Contributions to Human Knowledge

    Author: Stephen Leacock

    Release Date: November 11, 2007 [eBook #23449]

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    ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEHIND THE BEYOND***

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    BEHIND THE BEYOND

    STEPHEN LEACOCK


    BY THE SAME AUTHOR

    JOHN LANE COMPANY

    PUBLISHERS         NEW YORK

    THE PROLOGUE

    BEHIND THE

    : : : BEYOND : : :

    AND OTHER CONTRIBUTIONS

    TO HUMAN KNOWLEDGE

    BY STEPHEN LEACOCK

    AUTHOR OF NONSENSE NOVELS, "LITERARY

    : : : LAPSES, SUNSHINE SKETCHES," ETC. : : :

    ILLUSTRATED BY A. H. FISH

    NEW YORK: JOHN LANE COMPANY

    LONDON: JOHN LANE, THE BODLEY HEAD

    TORONTO: BELL & COCKBURN. MCMXIII


    Copyright, 1913, by

    THE CROWELL PUBLISHING COMPANY

    Copyright, 1913, by

    THE CENTURY COMPANY

    Copyright, 1913, by

    JOHN LANE COMPANY


    CONTENTS


    ILLUSTRATIONS


    BEHIND THE BEYOND

    A Modern Problem Play


    Act I.—Behind the Beyond

    THE curtain rises, disclosing the ushers of the theater still moving up and down the aisles. Cries of Program! Program! are heard. There is a buzz of brilliant conversation, illuminated with flashes of opera glasses and the rattle of expensive jewelry.

    Then suddenly, almost unexpectedly, in fact just as if done, so to speak, by machinery, the lights all over the theater, except on the stage, are extinguished. Absolute silence falls. Here and there is heard the crackle of a shirt front. But there is no other sound.

    In this expectant hush, a man in a check tweed suit walks on the stage: only one man, one single man. Because if he had been accompanied by a chorus, that would have been a burlesque; if four citizens in togas had been with him, that would have been Shakespeare; if two Russian soldiers had walked after him, that would have been melodrama. But this is none of these. This is a problem play. So he steps in alone, all alone, and with that absolute finish of step, that ability to walk as if,—how can one express it?—as if he were walking, that betrays the finished actor.

    He has, in fact, barely had time to lay down his silk hat, when he is completely betrayed. You can see that he is a finished actor—finished about fifteen years ago. He lays the hat, hollow side up, on the silk hat table on the stage right center—bearing north, northeast, half a point west from the red mica fire on the stage which warms the theater.

    All this is done very, very quietly, very impressively. No one in the theater has ever seen a man lay a silk hat on a table before, and so there is a breathless hush. Then he takes off his gloves, one by one, not two or three at a time, and lays them in his hat. The expectancy is almost painful. If he had thrown his gloves into the mica fire it would have been a relief. But he doesn't.

    The Curtain rises.

    The man on the stage picks up a pile of letters from the letter department of the hat table. There are a great many of these letters, because all his business correspondence, as well as his private letters, are sent here by the General Post Office. Getting his letters in this way at night, he is able to read them like lightning. Some of them he merely holds upside down for a fraction of a second.

    Then at last he speaks. It has become absolutely necessary or he wouldn't do it. So—Sao Paolo risen two—hum—Rio Tinto down again—Moreby anxious, 'better sell for half a million sterling'—hum . . .

    (Did you hear that? Half a million sterling and he takes it just as quietly as that. And it isn't really in the play either. Sao Paolo and Rio Tinto just come in to let you know the sort of man you're dealing with.)

    Lady Gathorne—dinner—Thursday the ninth—lunch with the Ambassador—Friday the tenth.

    (And mind you even this is just patter. The Ambassador doesn't come into the play either. He and Lady Gathorne are just put in to let the people in the cheaper seats know the kind of thing they're up against.)

    Then the man steps across the stage and presses a button. A bell rings. Even before it has finished ringing, nay, just before it begins to ring, a cardboard door swings aside and a valet enters. You can tell he is a valet because he is dressed in the usual home dress of a stage valet.

    He says, Did you ring, Sir John?

    There is a rustle of programs all over the house. You can hear a buzz of voices say, He's Sir John Trevor. They're all on to him.

    When the valet says, Did you ring, Sir John, he ought to answer, No, I merely knocked the bell over to see how it would sound, but he misses it and doesn't say it.

    Has her ladyship come home?

    Yes, Sir John.

    Has any one been here?

    Mr. Harding, Sir John.

    Any one else?

    No, Sir John.

    Very good.

    The valet bows and goes out of the cardboard door, and everybody in the theater, or at least everybody in the seats worth over a dollar, knows that there's something strange in the relations of Lady Cicely Trevor and Mr. Harding. You notice—Mr. Harding was there and no one else was there. That's enough in a problem play.

    The double door at the back of the stage, used only by the principal characters, is opened and Lady Cicely Trevor enters. She is young and very beautiful, and wears a droopy hat and long slinky clothes which she drags across the stage. She throws down her feather hat and her crêpe de what-you-call-it boa on the boa stand. Later on the valet comes in and gathers them up. He is always gathering up things like this on the stage—hats and boas and walking sticks thrown away by the actors,—but nobody notices him. They are his perquisites.

    Sir John says to Lady Cicely, Shall I ring for tea?

    And Lady Cicely says, Thanks. No, in a weary tone.

    This shows that they are the kind of people who can have tea at any time. All through a problem play it is understood that any of the characters may ring for tea and get it. Tea in a problem play is the same as whisky in a melodrama.

    Then there ensues a dialogue to this effect: Sir John asks Lady Cicely if she has been out. He might almost have guessed it from her coming in in a hat and cloak, but Sir John is an English baronet.

    Lady Cicely says, Yes, the usual round, and distributes a few details about Duchesses and Princesses, for the general good of the audience.

    Then Lady Cicely says to Sir John, You are going out?

    Yes, immediately.

    "To the House, I suppose."

    This is very impressive. It doesn't mean, as you might think, the Workhouse, or the White House, or the Station House, or the Bon Marché. It is the name given by people of Lady Cicely's class to the House of Commons.

    Yes. I am extremely sorry. I had hoped I might ask to go with you to the opera. I fear it is impossible—an important sitting—the Ministers will bring down the papers—the Kafoonistan business. The House will probably divide in committee. Gatherson will ask a question. We must stop it at all costs. The fate of the party hangs on it.

    Sir John has risen. His manner has changed. His look is altered. You can see him alter

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