A Family Man: in three acts by John Galsworthy The study of JOHN BUILDER in the provincial town of Breconridge.A panelled room wherein nothing is ever studied, except perhapsBUILDER'S face in the mirror over the fireplace. It is, however, comfortable, and has large leather chairs and a writing table in thecentre, on which is a typewriter, and many papers. At the back is alarge window with French outside shutters, overlooking the street, for the house is an old one, built in an age when the homes ofdoctors, lawyers and so ...
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A Family Man: in three acts by John Galsworthy The study of JOHN BUILDER in the provincial town of Breconridge.A panelled room wherein nothing is ever studied, except perhapsBUILDER'S face in the mirror over the fireplace. It is, however, comfortable, and has large leather chairs and a writing table in thecentre, on which is a typewriter, and many papers. At the back is alarge window with French outside shutters, overlooking the street, for the house is an old one, built in an age when the homes ofdoctors, lawyers and so forth were part of a provincial town, andnot yet suburban. There are two or three fine old prints on thewalls, Right and Left; and a fine, old fireplace, Left, with afender on which one can sit. A door, Left back, leads into thedining-room, and a door, Right forward, into the hall.JOHN BUILDER is sitting in his after-breakfast chair before the firewith The Times in his hands. He has breakfasted well, and is inthat condition of first-pipe serenity in which the affairs of thenation seem almost bearable. He is a tallish, square, personableman of forty-seven, with a well-coloured, jowly, fullish face, marked under the eyes, which have very small pupils and a good dealof light in them. His bearing has force and importance, as of a manaccustomed to rising and ownerships, sure in his opinions, and notlacking in geniality when things go his way. Essentially aMidlander. His wife, a woman of forty-one, of ivory tint, with athin, trim figure and a face so strangely composed as to be almostlike a mask (essentially from Jersey) is putting a nib into apen-holder, and filling an inkpot at the writing-table.As the curtain rises CAMILLE enters with a rather broken-downcardboard box containing flowers. She is a young woman with a goodfigure, a pale face, the warm brown eyes and complete poise of aFrenchwoman. She takes the box to MRS BUILDER. MRS BUILDER. The blue vase, please, Camille.CAMILLE fetches a vase. MRS BUILDER puts the flowers into the vase.CAMILLE gathers up the debris; and with a glance at BUILDER goesout. We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an enriching experience.
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