(In answer to the
thunderstorm
in her eyes.
Kipling - Poems
But how d'you know that I haven't?
Capt. G. (Aside. ) Here's my chance and may the Devil help me through
with it. (Aloud and measuredly. ) Believe me, I do not care how often or
how tenderly you think of the Vaynor man.
Mrs. H. I wonder if you mean that! Oh, what is the good of squabbling
and pretending to misunderstand when you are only up for so short a
time? Pip, don't be a stupid!
Follows a pause, during which he crosses his left leg over his right and
continues his dinner.
Capt. G.
(In answer to the thunderstorm in her eyes. ) Corns--my worst.
Mrs. H. Upon my word, you are the very rudest man in the world! I'll
never do it again.
Capt. G. (Aside. ) No, I don't think you will; but I wonder what you will
do before it's all over. (To Khitmatgar. ) Thorah ur Simpkin do.
Mrs. H. Well! Haven't you the grace to apologize, bad man?
Capt. G. (Aside. ) Here's my chance and may the Devil help me through
with it. (Aloud and measuredly. ) Believe me, I do not care how often or
how tenderly you think of the Vaynor man.
Mrs. H. I wonder if you mean that! Oh, what is the good of squabbling
and pretending to misunderstand when you are only up for so short a
time? Pip, don't be a stupid!
Follows a pause, during which he crosses his left leg over his right and
continues his dinner.
Capt. G.
(In answer to the thunderstorm in her eyes. ) Corns--my worst.
Mrs. H. Upon my word, you are the very rudest man in the world! I'll
never do it again.
Capt. G. (Aside. ) No, I don't think you will; but I wonder what you will
do before it's all over. (To Khitmatgar. ) Thorah ur Simpkin do.
Mrs. H. Well! Haven't you the grace to apologize, bad man?
