No More Learning

) It isn't in her nature to take things quietly. There'll be an
explosion yet.

Mrs. H. (With a shudder. ) Thank you. B-but even Red Indians allow people
to wriggle when they're being tortured, I believe. (Slips fan from
girdle and fans slowly: rim of fan level with chin. )

PARTNER ON LEFT. Very close tonight, isn't it? 'You find it too much for
you?

Mrs. H. Oh, no, not in the least. But they really ought to have punkahs,
even in your cool Naini Tal, oughtn't they?
(Turns, dropping fan and
raising eyebrows. )

Capt. G. It's all right. (Aside. ) Here comes the storm!

Mrs. H. (Her eyes on the tablecloth: fan ready in right hand. ) It was
very cleverly managed, Pip, and I congratulate you. You swore--you never
contented yourself with merely Saying a thing--you swore that, as far
as lay in your power, you'd make my wretched life pleasant for me. And
you've denied me the consolation of breaking down. I should have
done it--indeed I should. A woman would hardly have thought of this
refinement, my kind, considerate friend. (Fan-guard as before. ) You have
explained things so tenderly and truthfully, too!