I
was thinking of something else.
was thinking of something else.
Kipling - Poems
I really do want the pleasure of a
dance with you.
Miss T. (Wickedly. ) Why? Won't Mamma dance with you any more?
Capt. G. (More earnestly than the necessity demands. ) I wasn't thinking
of your Mother. (Aside. ) You little vixen!
Miss T. (Still looking out of the window. ) Eh? Oh, I beg your pardon.
I
was thinking of something else.
Capt. G. (Aside. ) Well! I wonder what she'll say next. I've never known
a woman treat me like this before. I might b--Dash it, I might be an
Infantry subaltern! (Aloud. ) Oh, please don't trouble. I'm not worth
thinking about. Isn't your Mother ready yet?
Miss T. I should think so; but promise me, Captain Gamsby, you won't
take poor dear Mamma twice round Jakko any more. It tires her so.
Capt.
dance with you.
Miss T. (Wickedly. ) Why? Won't Mamma dance with you any more?
Capt. G. (More earnestly than the necessity demands. ) I wasn't thinking
of your Mother. (Aside. ) You little vixen!
Miss T. (Still looking out of the window. ) Eh? Oh, I beg your pardon.
I
was thinking of something else.
Capt. G. (Aside. ) Well! I wonder what she'll say next. I've never known
a woman treat me like this before. I might b--Dash it, I might be an
Infantry subaltern! (Aloud. ) Oh, please don't trouble. I'm not worth
thinking about. Isn't your Mother ready yet?
Miss T. I should think so; but promise me, Captain Gamsby, you won't
take poor dear Mamma twice round Jakko any more. It tires her so.
Capt.
