I
shall see you tomorrow?
shall see you tomorrow?
Kipling - Poems
Listen.
MRS. BUZGAGO (in the Old Library, con. molt. exp. ).
See-saw! Margery Daw! Sold her bed to lie upon straw. Wasn't she a silly
slut To sell her bed and lie upon dirt?
Captain Congleton, I'm going to alter that to "flirt. " It sound better.
HE. No, I've changed my mind about the drink. Good night, little lady.
I
shall see you tomorrow?
SHE. Yes. Good night, Guy. Don't be angry with me.
HE. Angry! You know I trust you absolutely. Good night and--God bless
you!
(Three seconds later. Alone. ) Hmm! I'd give something to discover
whether there's another man at the back of all this.
A SECOND-RATE WOMAN
Est fuga, volvitur rota,
On we drift; where looms the dim port?
One Two Three Four Five contribute their quota:
Something is gained if one caught but the import,
Show it us, Hugues of Saxe-Gotha.
--Master Hugues of Saxe-Gotha.
