It's mine, perhaps. Can I help being blind? You fret because you want to be gadding about--with a helpless man left all alone at home. Your own father too. (Bessie: I haven't been away from you half a day since mother died.) He's a lunatic, our landlord is. That's what he is. Has been for years--long before those damned doctors destroyed my sight for me. (Growls angrily, then sighs.) (Bessie: Perhaps Captain Hagberd is not so mad as the town takes him for.) (Grimly). Don't everybody know how he came here from the North to wait till his missing son turns up--here--of all places in the world. His boy that ran away to sea sixteen years ago and never did give a sign of life since! Don't I remember seeing people dodge round corners out of his way when he came along High Street. Seeing him, I tell you. (Groan.) He bothered everybody so with his silly talk of his son being sure to come back home--next year--next spring--next month------. What is it by this time, hey?

Carvil Monologue from One Day More: A Play In One Act

Rehearse Carvil's monologue