) Really, Captain
Mafflin!
Kipling - Poems
Oh you will, will you?
Get 'round, you brute--you hog--you
beast! Get round!
Wrenches horse's head over, nearly breaking lower jaw: swings himself
into saddle, and sends home both spurs in the midst of a spattering gale
of Best Patna.
Capt. M. For your life and your love--ride, Gaddy--And God bless you!
Throws half a pound of rice at G. who disappears, bowed forward on the
saddle, in a cloud of sunlit dust.
Capt. M. I've lost old Gaddy. (Lights cigarette and strolls off, singing
absently):--"You may carve it on his tombstone, you may cut it on his
card, That a young man married is a young man marred! "
Miss DEERCOURT. (From her horse.
) Really, Captain Mafflin! You are more
plain spoken than polite!
Capt. M. (Aside. ) They say marriage is like cholera. 'Wonder who'll be
the next victim.
White satin slipper slides from his sleeve and falls at his feet. Left
wondering.
THE GARDEN OF EDEN
And ye shall be as--Gods!
SCENE. Thymy grass-plot at back of the Mahasu dak-bungalow, overlooking
little wooded valley. On the left, glimpse of the Dead Forest of Fagoo;
on the right, Simla Hills. In background, line of the Snows. CAPTAIN
GADSBY, now three weeks a husband, is smoking the pipe of peace on a
rug in the sunshine. Banjo and tobacco-pouch on rug.
beast! Get round!
Wrenches horse's head over, nearly breaking lower jaw: swings himself
into saddle, and sends home both spurs in the midst of a spattering gale
of Best Patna.
Capt. M. For your life and your love--ride, Gaddy--And God bless you!
Throws half a pound of rice at G. who disappears, bowed forward on the
saddle, in a cloud of sunlit dust.
Capt. M. I've lost old Gaddy. (Lights cigarette and strolls off, singing
absently):--"You may carve it on his tombstone, you may cut it on his
card, That a young man married is a young man marred! "
Miss DEERCOURT. (From her horse.
) Really, Captain Mafflin! You are more
plain spoken than polite!
Capt. M. (Aside. ) They say marriage is like cholera. 'Wonder who'll be
the next victim.
White satin slipper slides from his sleeve and falls at his feet. Left
wondering.
THE GARDEN OF EDEN
And ye shall be as--Gods!
SCENE. Thymy grass-plot at back of the Mahasu dak-bungalow, overlooking
little wooded valley. On the left, glimpse of the Dead Forest of Fagoo;
on the right, Simla Hills. In background, line of the Snows. CAPTAIN
GADSBY, now three weeks a husband, is smoking the pipe of peace on a
rug in the sunshine. Banjo and tobacco-pouch on rug.
