FATIMA
And you may go in every room of the house and see everything that is
there, but into the Blue Room you must not go.
And you may go in every room of the house and see everything that is
there, but into the Blue Room you must not go.
Kipling - Poems
) Now, chorus!
Sing, Pussy!
BOTH TOGETHER. (Con brio, to the horror of the monkeys who are settling
for the night. )--
"Vanity, all is Vanity," said Wisdom, scorning me--I clasped my true
Love's tender hand and answered frank and free-ee "If this be Vanity
who'd be wise? If this be Vanity who'd be wise? If this be Vanity who'd
be wi-ise (Crescendo. ) Vanity let it be! "
Mrs. G. (Defiantly to the grey of the evening sky. ) "Vanity let it be! "
ECHO. (Prom the Fagoo spur. ) Let it be!
FATIMA
And you may go in every room of the house and see everything that is
there, but into the Blue Room you must not go. --The Story of Blue
Beard.
SCENE. The GADSBYS' bungalow in the Plains. Time, 11 A. M. on a Sunday
morning. Captain GADSBY, in his shirt-sleeves, is bending over a
complete set of Hussar's equipment, from saddle to picketing-rope, which
is neatly spread over the floor of his study. He is smoking an unclean
briar, and his forehead is puckered with thought.
Capt. G. (To himself, fingering a headstall. ) Jack's an ass. There's
enough brass on this to load a mule--and, if the Americans know anything
about anything, it can be cut down to a bit only. 'Don't want the
watering-bridle, either. Humbug!
BOTH TOGETHER. (Con brio, to the horror of the monkeys who are settling
for the night. )--
"Vanity, all is Vanity," said Wisdom, scorning me--I clasped my true
Love's tender hand and answered frank and free-ee "If this be Vanity
who'd be wise? If this be Vanity who'd be wise? If this be Vanity who'd
be wi-ise (Crescendo. ) Vanity let it be! "
Mrs. G. (Defiantly to the grey of the evening sky. ) "Vanity let it be! "
ECHO. (Prom the Fagoo spur. ) Let it be!
FATIMA
And you may go in every room of the house and see everything that is
there, but into the Blue Room you must not go. --The Story of Blue
Beard.
SCENE. The GADSBYS' bungalow in the Plains. Time, 11 A. M. on a Sunday
morning. Captain GADSBY, in his shirt-sleeves, is bending over a
complete set of Hussar's equipment, from saddle to picketing-rope, which
is neatly spread over the floor of his study. He is smoking an unclean
briar, and his forehead is puckered with thought.
Capt. G. (To himself, fingering a headstall. ) Jack's an ass. There's
enough brass on this to load a mule--and, if the Americans know anything
about anything, it can be cut down to a bit only. 'Don't want the
watering-bridle, either. Humbug!
