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away than ever. Are you sulking about something? I know<br />
your temper.<br />
CAPT. G. No.<br />
MRS. H. Have I grown old in the last few months, then?<br />
(Reaches forward to bank of flowers for menu-card.)<br />
MRS. H. (To partner.) Oh, thanks. I didn’t see.<br />
MRS. H. Keeps her arm at full stretch for three seconds.<br />
PARTNER ON LEFT. Allow me. (Hands menu-card.) (Turns<br />
right again.) Is anything in me changed at all?<br />
CAPT. G. For Goodness’ sake go on with your dinner! You<br />
must eat something. Try one of those cutlet arrangements.<br />
(Aside.) And I fancied she had good shoulders, once upon a<br />
time! What an ass a man can make of himself!<br />
MRS. H. (Helping herself to a paper frill, seven peas, some<br />
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stamped carrots and a spoonful of gravy.) That isn’t an answer.<br />
Tell me whether I have done anything.<br />
CAPT. G. (Aside.) If it isn’t ended here there will be a ghastly<br />
scene somewhere else. If only I’d written to her and stood<br />
the racket—at long range! (To Khitmatgar.) Han! Simpkin<br />
do. (Aloud.) I’ll tell you later on.<br />
MRS. H. Tell me now. It must be some foolish misunderstanding,<br />
and you know that there was to be nothing of that<br />
sort between us. We, of all people in the world, can’t afford<br />
it. Is it the Vaynor man, and don’t you like to say so? On my<br />
honour—<br />
CAPT. G. I haven’t given the Vaynor man a thought.<br />
MRS. H. But how d’you know that I haven’t?<br />
CAPT. G. (Aside.) Here’s my chance and may the Devil help me<br />
through with it. (Aloud and measuredly.) Believe me, I do not care<br />
how often or how tenderly you think of the Vaynor man.
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