. Dialogues of the day. arted, Laura—you hate refusingpeople, dont you? 202 Dialogues of the Day. Miss Grant: No, no—I should love to refuse him—I hate to accept him! Curzon: Accept him! You cant! Why, Laura, youknow I love you. Miss Grant {sadly): How can I know—unless youtell me? Curzon: What a fool I have been! (holly). I tellyou now—I always meant to tell you. I only caredfor you—always—believe me! Miss Grant : I thought you only cared for your election. Curzon: Only in so far as it seemed to make youa little more accessible to me. Your mother is ambi-tious—I thought you would like me. bet
. Dialogues of the day. arted, Laura—you hate refusingpeople, dont you? 202 Dialogues of the Day. Miss Grant: No, no—I should love to refuse him—I hate to accept him! Curzon: Accept him! You cant! Why, Laura, youknow I love you. Miss Grant {sadly): How can I know—unless youtell me? Curzon: What a fool I have been! (holly). I tellyou now—I always meant to tell you. I only caredfor you—always—believe me! Miss Grant : I thought you only cared for your election. Curzon: Only in so far as it seemed to make youa little more accessible to me. Your mother is ambi-tious—I thought you would like me. better if I suc-ceeded. Even if I fail, Laura, you must promise tomarry me. But I shant fail—I am sure of the will marry me—say you will? Miss Grant (aside): That is plain enough, even formother! (Curzon kisses her hand.) You dont know,dearest, what a near thing it was! Mother said . .(The clock strikes twelve) Curzon: Here is your mother! Miss Grant (smiling): Let her come now—I dont care!. {Enter Miss Long, dressea within an inch of her life, and surmounted by aninspiration with a hat-pin through it.) CHERCHEZ L/HOMME A. N. StaJner. MARIAN MORLEY. EDITH LONG. Scene: Miss Morleys bedroom, with its inside out. Open boxes,empty drawers, viounds of clothes, &c. Marian {alone, resting for a moment from a wildrummage)-. Its a wicked collection of worldly more nor less. Waste of money, waste oftime. And good ideas. And good human awful! I hate it all; I loathe it! {Ramming ball-bodices into small box) Ill give every bead and everybow of it away. Dolly can have it for when shecomes out. Anybody can have it. Oh! when I seethis heap of trash and think of all it has cost, andthen think of poor Mrs. Jaggers rags, I could c?y. I will cry. Im not going anywhere to-day, and I {E7iter Miss Long, dressed within an inch of her life, and surmounted by an inspiration with a hat-pin through it.) 206 Dialogues of the Day. Edith: Marian dear! W
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