I am dumb, or--I shall be as soon as you've given me that
dance, and another--if you can trouble
yourself
to think about me for a
minute.
Kipling - Poems
I thought she came off her horse rather
in a bunch. Whew! One lives and learns. (Aloud.) I'm sorry to hear that.
She hasn't mentioned it to me.
Miss T. (Flurried.) Of course not! Poor dear Mamma never would. And
you mustn't say that I told you either. Promise me that you won't. Oh,
Captain Gamsby, promise me you won't!
Capt. G.
I am dumb, or--I shall be as soon as you've given me that
dance, and another--if you can trouble
yourself
to think about me for a
minute.
Miss T. But you won't like it one little bit. You'll be awfully sorry
afterward.
Capt. G. I shall like it above all things, and I shall only be sorry
that I didn't get more. (Aside.) Now what in the world am I saying?
Miss T. Very well. You will have only yourself to thank if your toes are
trodden on. Shall we say Seven?
