(After
conversation
has risen to proper pitch.
Kipling - Poems
Just Heavens!
One, two, three, four, five rupees to
pay for the pleasure of saying that a poor little beast of a woman is
no better than she should be. I'm ashamed of myself. Go to bed, you
slanderous villains, and if I'm sent to Beora tomorrow, be prepared to
hear I'm dead before paying my card account!
THE TENTS OF KEDAR
Only why should it be with pain at all?
Why must I 'twixt the leaves of coronal
Put any kiss of pardon on thy brow?
Why should the other women know so much,
And talk together--
Such the look and such
The smile he used to love with, then as now.
--Any Wife to any Husband.
SCENE. A Naini Tal dinner for thirty-four. Plate, wines, crockery, and
khitmatgars carefully calculated to scale of Rs. 6000 per mensem, less
Exchange. Table split lengthways by bank of flowers.
MRS. HERRIOTT.
(After conversation has risen to proper pitch. ) Ah!
'Didn't see you in the crush in the drawing-room. (Sotto voce. ) Where
have you been all this while, Pip?
CAPTAIN GADSBY. (Turning from regularly ordained dinner partner and
settling hock glasses. ) Good evening. (Sotto voce. ) Not quite so loud
another time. You've no notion how your voice carries. (Aside. ) So much
for shirking the written explanation. It'll have to be a verbal one now.
Sweet prospect! How on earth am I to tell her that I am a respectable,
engaged member of society and it's all over between us?
pay for the pleasure of saying that a poor little beast of a woman is
no better than she should be. I'm ashamed of myself. Go to bed, you
slanderous villains, and if I'm sent to Beora tomorrow, be prepared to
hear I'm dead before paying my card account!
THE TENTS OF KEDAR
Only why should it be with pain at all?
Why must I 'twixt the leaves of coronal
Put any kiss of pardon on thy brow?
Why should the other women know so much,
And talk together--
Such the look and such
The smile he used to love with, then as now.
--Any Wife to any Husband.
SCENE. A Naini Tal dinner for thirty-four. Plate, wines, crockery, and
khitmatgars carefully calculated to scale of Rs. 6000 per mensem, less
Exchange. Table split lengthways by bank of flowers.
MRS. HERRIOTT.
(After conversation has risen to proper pitch. ) Ah!
'Didn't see you in the crush in the drawing-room. (Sotto voce. ) Where
have you been all this while, Pip?
CAPTAIN GADSBY. (Turning from regularly ordained dinner partner and
settling hock glasses. ) Good evening. (Sotto voce. ) Not quite so loud
another time. You've no notion how your voice carries. (Aside. ) So much
for shirking the written explanation. It'll have to be a verbal one now.
Sweet prospect! How on earth am I to tell her that I am a respectable,
engaged member of society and it's all over between us?
