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Lady Corinthia (To Balsquith).  You may kiss my hand, if you wish.

Balsquith (cautiously).  I think we had better not commit ourselves too far.  If I might carry your parasol, that would quite satisfy me.  Let us change a subject which threatens to become embarrassing. (To Mitchener.) The moral of the occasion for you, Mitchener, appears to be that youve got to give up treating soldiers as if they were schoolboys.

Mitchener.  The moral for you, Balsquith, is that youve got to give up treating women as if they were angels.  Ha ha!

Mrs. Farrell.  Its a mercy youve found one another out at last.  That’s enough now.

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