. Dialogues of the day. tired, and you have got suddenly so pale. You arenot well. How selfish I am to bother you with myaffairs! Mrs. Warrender : Not at all! I was listening all thetime. I was much interested in you and—this do care for her, then, very much? Captain Prendergast: I love her with all my heartand all my soul. Mrs. Warrender {with sudden change of manner):Then go to her and say those words to her just asyou spoke them then. If she is a woman at all shewill say Yes. Tell me one thing—who is she? Captain Prendergast: You dont guess? Mrs. Warrender: How can I? Captain Pren
. Dialogues of the day. tired, and you have got suddenly so pale. You arenot well. How selfish I am to bother you with myaffairs! Mrs. Warrender : Not at all! I was listening all thetime. I was much interested in you and—this do care for her, then, very much? Captain Prendergast: I love her with all my heartand all my soul. Mrs. Warrender {with sudden change of manner):Then go to her and say those words to her just asyou spoke them then. If she is a woman at all shewill say Yes. Tell me one thing—who is she? Captain Prendergast: You dont guess? Mrs. Warrender: How can I? Captain Prendergast: Who could it be but you?I love you with all my heart and all my soul. Mrs. Warrender {giving him her hands): Oh, you An Election Idyl. 65 frightened me so! But why did you say she wasolder than me? Captain Prendergast: Because, dear, I dont thinkanyone can be so young as you look. Mrs. Warrender: You threw dust in my eyes. Captain Prendergast: I meant to, for I wanted tosee if you could be serious for once!. PREVENTION NO CURE. By Luke Miller. MISS ROSS. THE YOUNG MAN WHO IS NOT TO MARRY MISS ROSS. HIS MOTHER. his sister-in-law. colonel ainslie (a privileged person.) Tea and tennis on the lawn of an English country house at five oclock inthe afternoon. The party is grouped round the tea-table. A littlefigure in white comes gla?icing through the shrubberies toivards them,apprehended only by the You?ig Jf/an. The Young Man {suddenly grasping his racquet}: Joy! His Sister-in-law: What is it? A fourth? The Young Man : Yes, a ripping fourth, Hetty Ross. His Mother {under her breath): Tck-Tck! His Sister-in-law (aside): I told you not to send hera card, and then I could have asked her at my owndiscretion when Tom The Young Man: I say, shant I go and fetch her,and prevent her having to go all round by the house? His Mother: No, let her go the regular way. Itcorrupts the servants. She will have her shoes to put yo Dialogues of the Day. on, for shes come to play I suppose.
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