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. Captain Lettarblair : a comedy in three acts. ton Its the affectionate creature ye are, my dearMerivale! Merivale Getting excited. At the end of the race, my dear Litton, yourhare— Slaps was your hare ? CAPTAIN LETTARBLA1R 45 Litton Slapping table. On a head, Merivale, dear, where my hairgrows. Did ye want a lock of it ? Merivale Leaning on the table, hand under , you dont like me! Litton Imitating Merivale. Merivale, youre a mind-reader!Merivale Folds arms on , Litton, do you like me ? Litton Imitating Merivale. Merivale—I do not. MerivaleWhy? Litton Oh, I d
. Captain Lettarblair : a comedy in three acts. ton Its the affectionate creature ye are, my dearMerivale! Merivale Getting excited. At the end of the race, my dear Litton, yourhare— Slaps was your hare ? CAPTAIN LETTARBLA1R 45 Litton Slapping table. On a head, Merivale, dear, where my hairgrows. Did ye want a lock of it ? Merivale Leaning on the table, hand under , you dont like me! Litton Imitating Merivale. Merivale, youre a mind-reader!Merivale Folds arms on , Litton, do you like me ? Litton Imitating Merivale. Merivale—I do not. MerivaleWhy? Litton Oh, I dont know ! Youre too big*. MerivaleOh! 46 CAPTAIN LETTARBLAIR LittonYou take up too much room. MerivaleAh! Litton And—Merivale, I dont like your clothes. MerivalePerhaps you object to my visits here? Litton Well, Merivale, dear, theyre like your man-ners ; theres a lack of finish about them. MerivaleAnything more ? Litton Ill write to ye about it. But youre always inthe way, Merivale! MerivaleAh, we are rivals ! oc^ a>g. 5 -I n> a-. CAPTAIN LETTARBLAIR 47 LittonAh, youre full of fun, aint you? MerivaleBut I am first in the field. LittonMerivale, thats the proper place for a farmer. MerivaleYoure no farmer, so its not the place for you. Litton Merivale, you wealthy darlin; if I had yourmoney Id go abroad in a minute for the good ofmy country. Merivale , it is the money, is it ? will never marry a miserable beggar. LittonAh, now, dont despair, Merivale! I dont! 48 CAPTAIN LETTARBLAIR Merivale Slaps breast. At any rate no interested motives enter intomy breast, my clear Litton! Litton Sings derisively. Ah, theres not in this wide world a Merivaleso sweet,As the Merivale in whose bosom such sinti-ments meet! It grows gradually darker. Fanny and Pollyenter through conservatory, bringing roses. Fanny To Polly. Oh, he has not read his letter. We must givehim a chance to read his letter! Addressing Merivale. Francis, we are going to fill the vases. Wonty
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