(At her full height, with
crushing
scorn.
Kipling - Poems
Miss D. (Bending over the bodice and sewing furiously. ) Oh,
nothing--only--
Miss T. (Sternly. ) Only what? Out with it, Emma.
Miss D. Well, May Olger--she's engaged to Mr. Charteris, you
know--said--Promise you won't repeat this?
Miss T. Yes, I promise. What did she say?
Miss D. That--that being kissed (with a rush) with a man who didn't wax
his moustache was--like eating an egg without salt.
Miss T.
(At her full height, with crushing scorn. ) May Olger is a
horrid, nasty Thing, and you can tell her I said so. I'm glad she
doesn't belong to my set--I must go and feed this man! Do I look
presentable?
Miss D. Yes, perfectly. Be quick and hand him over to your Mother, and
then we can talk. I shall listen at the door to hear what you say to
him.
Miss T. 'Sure I don't care. I'm not afraid of Captain Gadsby.
In proof of this swings into the drawing-room with a mannish stride
followed by two short steps, which produces the effect of a restive
horse entering. Misses CAPTAIN GADSBY, who is sitting in the shadow of
the window-curtain, and gazes round helplessly.
CAPTAIN GADSBY. (Aside. ) The filly, by Jove!
