. Captain Lettarblair : a comedy in three acts. dier must win his way by force ofarms, Fanny! Fanny Goes to do you take me for? LittonFor better or worse, if I can get ye! Throws glove on table. Fanny Gaining time. Why do you talk to me this way ? Soft music is heard: Believe me, if all thoseendearing young charms. The twilightwanes. 36 CAPTAIN LETTARBLAIR Litton Taking both Fannys hands. Fanny, how else should I talk to you—thoughits content Id be to sit and look at ye! Fanny,I love you! I love you without rhyme, becauseIm not a poet; and I love you without reason,since it passes c
. Captain Lettarblair : a comedy in three acts. dier must win his way by force ofarms, Fanny! Fanny Goes to do you take me for? LittonFor better or worse, if I can get ye! Throws glove on table. Fanny Gaining time. Why do you talk to me this way ? Soft music is heard: Believe me, if all thoseendearing young charms. The twilightwanes. 36 CAPTAIN LETTARBLAIR Litton Taking both Fannys hands. Fanny, how else should I talk to you—thoughits content Id be to sit and look at ye! Fanny,I love you! I love you without rhyme, becauseIm not a poet; and I love you without reason,since it passes calculation! Fanny, I love youevery way and always—and its your heart Imtrying to read; but I cant get beyond the spellof your eyes! Fanny Leans against table, laughing and playing withher riding-crop. Turns her face from, him. You say these things so aptly—as if you hadsaid them before! Lttton , I have! Fanny Petulantly turning on him. Then how dare you say them to me! LittonFanny, it is to you, and to you alone, I have. I cant get beyond the spell of your eyes ! Page j6 CAPTAIN LETTARBLAIR 37 said them!—Come, dont trifle with me!—If itsyes, tis yes; and Im the happiest man in theworld and the luckiest! He lays a hand on hers. She puts it from herand moves away. And if its no, tis no—and off I go to India!Fanny Turns to him, pleading. Ah, no! Not that! Litton Taking her give me an answer, dear heart! Fanny With deep can I be sure that you love me as you say! Litton With confidence. Marry me, sure! Tis the only way to find out! Fanny She attempts to turn away from him. He pre-vents her, holding her left hand and fond-ling it. Wait till to-morrow! 38 CAPTAIN LETTARBLAIR Litton Ah, Fanny, yesterday you said, To-day, andto-day you say To-morrow! And the nearestto-morrow is a year away when a man cares fora woman as I care for you! Do you want me tobeat about the bush for twenty years, like , till the roses have wither
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