And a pair of be-ewtiful sambhur--horns for Doone to wear, free
of expense, presented by--Doone.
of expense, presented by--Doone.
Kipling - Poems
Indeed I have, but I never yet had the brutality to ask a woman
to share my life out here.
Blayne. On my soul I believe you're right. I'm thinking of Mrs. Cockley.
The woman's an absolute wreck.
Doone. Exactly. Because she stays down here. The only way to keep her
fit would be to send her to the Hills for eight months--and the same
with any woman. I fancy I see myself taking a wife on those terms.
Mackesy. With the rupee at one and sixpence. The little Doones would be
little Debra Doones, with a fine Mussoorie @chi-chi anent to bring home
for the holidays.
Curtiss.
And a pair of be-ewtiful sambhur--horns for Doone to wear, free
of expense, presented by--Doone. Yes, it's an enchanting prospect. By
the way, the rupee hasn't done falling yet. The time will come when we
shall think ourselves lucky if we only lose half our pay.
Curtiss. Surely a third's loss enough. Who gains by the arrangement?
That's what I want to know.
Blayne. The Silver Question! I'm going to bed if you begin squabbling
Thank Goodness, here's Anthony--looking like a ghost.
Enter ANTHONY, Indian Medical Staff, very white and tired.
Anthony. 'Evening, Blayne. It's raining in sheets. Whiskey peg lao,
khitmatgar.
to share my life out here.
Blayne. On my soul I believe you're right. I'm thinking of Mrs. Cockley.
The woman's an absolute wreck.
Doone. Exactly. Because she stays down here. The only way to keep her
fit would be to send her to the Hills for eight months--and the same
with any woman. I fancy I see myself taking a wife on those terms.
Mackesy. With the rupee at one and sixpence. The little Doones would be
little Debra Doones, with a fine Mussoorie @chi-chi anent to bring home
for the holidays.
Curtiss.
And a pair of be-ewtiful sambhur--horns for Doone to wear, free
of expense, presented by--Doone. Yes, it's an enchanting prospect. By
the way, the rupee hasn't done falling yet. The time will come when we
shall think ourselves lucky if we only lose half our pay.
Curtiss. Surely a third's loss enough. Who gains by the arrangement?
That's what I want to know.
Blayne. The Silver Question! I'm going to bed if you begin squabbling
Thank Goodness, here's Anthony--looking like a ghost.
Enter ANTHONY, Indian Medical Staff, very white and tired.
Anthony. 'Evening, Blayne. It's raining in sheets. Whiskey peg lao,
khitmatgar.
