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MRS. G. I bully you? How could I! You’re so strong. (Hysterically.)<br />
Strong enough to pick me up and put me outside<br />
the door and leave me there to cry. Aren’t you?<br />
CAPT. G. It seems to me that you’re an irrational little baby.<br />
Are you quite well?<br />
MRS. G. Do I look ill? (Returning to table.) Who is your<br />
lady friend with the big gray envelope and the fat monogram<br />
outside?<br />
CAPT. G. (Aside.) Then it wasn’t locked up, confound it.<br />
(Aloud.) ‘God made her, therefore let her pass for a woman.’<br />
You remember what farcy-buds are like?<br />
MRS. G. (Showing envelope.) This has nothing to do with<br />
them. I’m going to open it. May I?<br />
CAPT. G. Certainly, if you want to. I’d sooner you didn’t,<br />
though. I don’t ask to look at your letters to the Deercourt<br />
girl.<br />
<strong>Soldiers</strong> <strong>Three</strong><br />
148<br />
MRS. G. You’d better not, Sir! (Takes letter from envelope.)<br />
Now, may I look? If you say no, I shall cry.<br />
CAPT. G. You’ve never cried in my knowledge of you, and I<br />
don’t believe you could.<br />
MRS. G. I feel very like it to-day, Pip. Don’t be hard on me.<br />
(Reads letter.) It begins in the middle, without any ‘Dear<br />
Captain Gadsby,’ or anything. How funny!<br />
CAPT. G. (Aside.) No, it’s not Dear Captain Gadsby, or anything,<br />
now. How funny!<br />
MRS. G. What a strange letter! (Reads.) ‘And so the moth<br />
has come too near the candle at last, and has been singed<br />
into—shall I say Respectability? I congratulate him, and hope<br />
he will be as happy as he deserves to be.’ What does that<br />
mean? Is she congratulating you about our marriage?<br />
CAPT. G. Yes, I suppose so.
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