Oh, what is the good of squabbling
and pretending to
misunderstand
when you are only up for so short a
time?
Kipling - Poems
On my honor--
Capt. G. I haven't given the Vaynor man a thought.
Mrs. H. 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.
