. His Majesty Bunker Bean, a comedy in four acts and five scenes . ngs wrong; I almost perfectly killed myselffalling over that old packing-case. Bunker. (Within, much relieved) Oh—is thatall. Flapper. (Indignantly) Well, you might sayyoure a wee bit sorry. Ouch. Bunker. I—I am . . Be with you—half aminute. Flapper. (Turns hastily back) Oh . . (Liftsthe trunk of Ram-tah and thrust it into closet, thencollects his severed head.) I suppose youre just per-fectly some secret society stunt. (Shudders.) O—oh—Im glad youre not a skeleton anyway. (Rollshead in on closet floor, softly closes door and l
. His Majesty Bunker Bean, a comedy in four acts and five scenes . ngs wrong; I almost perfectly killed myselffalling over that old packing-case. Bunker. (Within, much relieved) Oh—is thatall. Flapper. (Indignantly) Well, you might sayyoure a wee bit sorry. Ouch. Bunker. I—I am . . Be with you—half aminute. Flapper. (Turns hastily back) Oh . . (Liftsthe trunk of Ram-tah and thrust it into closet, thencollects his severed head.) I suppose youre just per-fectly some secret society stunt. (Shudders.) O—oh—Im glad youre not a skeleton anyway. (Rollshead in on closet floor, softly closes door and locksit. Bedroom door opens and Bunker comes out,having changed his suit. He is carrying a closedsuitcase.) Bunker. Did you hurt yourself much? Flapper. (Rubbing her knees) I—I should sayso. (Smiles.) But its better now. (Clearing ta-ble.) Just put that suitcase down and bring me yourthings. We must hurry. Bunker. Yes—we must. Its all packed. (Takesup his hat.) Flapper. (Disappointed) Oh, that isnt you packed your collars? Bunker. OS ea, 02 < wPQ OSW P PQ HIS MAJESTY BUNKER BEAN 65 Flapper. Ties and socks—and things? Bunker. Yes. Flapper. (Hopefully) Toothbrush ? Bunker. Yes. I put that in the very first thing. Flapper. (Her face falls) Oh—dear. Bunker. You—youd better go down first, M-Mrie. (Glances longingly towards closet.) Flapper. Oh. Thats just perfectly the very firsttime you ever called me that—or—or anything.(Takes his arm.) Silly. Well just darlingly godown together. Bunker. (As they start toward hall door) B-but.(Door bell rings.) Oh—Lord . . Flapper. (Cocking up her chin) Fiddle. Im notashamed of being here—with you. Bunker. Im not ashamed either. Flapper. Open it . . Oh, splash. Then Iwill. (Opens hall door before Bunker can stopher.) (Enter the Greatest Pitcher in the world.) Pitcher. (Halting astoundedly) Sorry to butt in,Mr. Bean—I was goin to suggest a bite of lunch—then go up to the grounds together—but of co
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