Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

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Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,432 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works.

His G. Where’s Anne?

Lady W. In bed, of course.

His G. I got her this—­rather nice?

     [He has taken from his breast-pocket one of those street toy-men
     that jump head over heels on your hand; he puts it through its
     paces.]

Lady W. [Much interested] Oh! no, but how sweet!  She’ll simply love it.

Poulder.  If I might suggest to Your Grace to take it in and operate it.  It’s sweated, Your Grace.  They-er-make them in those places.

His G. By Jove!  D’you know the price, Poulder?

Poulder. [Interrogatively] A penny, is it?  Something paltry, Your
Grace!

His G. Where’s that woman who knows everything; Miss Munday?

Lady W. Oh!  She’ll be in there, somewhere.

     [His grace moves on, and passes through the doors.  The sound of
     applause is heard.]

Poulder. [Discreetly] would you care to see the bomb, my lady?

Lady W. Of course—­first quiet moment.

Poulder.  I’ll bring it up, and have a watch put on it here, my lady.

     [Lord William comes through the double doom followed by James
     Poulder retires.]

Lord W. Can’t you come, Nell?

Lady W. Oh!  Bill, your Dad wants to speak.

Lord W. The deuce he does—­that’s bad.

Lady W. Yes, of course, but you must let him; he’s found something he said in 1914.

Lord W. I knew it.  That’s what they’ll say.  Standing stock still, while hell’s on the jump around us.

Lady W. Never mind that; it’ll please him; and he’s got a lovely little sweated toy that turns head over heels at one penny.

Lord W. H’m!  Well, come on.

Lady W. No, I must wait for stragglers.  There’s sure to be an editor in a hurry.

Poulder. [Announcing] Mis-ter Gold-rum!

Lady W. [Sotto voce] And there he is! [She advances to meet a thin, straggling man in eyeglasses, who is smiling absently] How good of you!

Mr. G. Thanks awfully.  I just er—­and then I’m afraid I must—­er—­ Things look very——­Thanks——­Thanks so much.

     [He straggles through the doors, and is enclosed by James.]

Poulder.  Miss Mun-day.

Lord W. There!  I thought she was in—­She really is the most unexpected woman!  How do you do?  How awfully sweet of you!

Miss M. [An elderly female schoolboy] How do you do?  There’s a spiffing crowd.  I believe things are really going Bolshy.  How do you do, Lord William?  Have you got any of our people to show?  I told one or two, in case—­they do so simply love an outing.

James.  There are three old chips in the lobby, my Lord.

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