The Irrational Knot - Being the Second Novel of His Nonage by George Bernard Shaw
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since eleven this morning; and of course they only called the band for
half-past. They are such damned fools: they drive me mad." "Why dont you walk out of the theatre, and make them arrange it properly for next day?" "Oh yes! And throw the whole day after the half, and lose my rehearsal. It is bad enough to lose my temper. I swore, I can tell you." "I have no doubt you did." "This horse thinks he's at a funeral. What o'clock is it?" "It's only eight minutes past four. There is plenty of time." When they alighted, Lalage hurried into the restaurant; scrutinized the tables; and selected the best lighted one. The waiter, a decorous elderly man, approached with some severity of manner, and handed a bill of fare to Marmaduke. She snatched it from him, and addressed the waiter sharply. "Bring me some thin soup; and get me a steak to follow. Let it be a thick juicy one. If its purple and raw I wont have it; and if its done to a cinder, I wont have it: it must be red. And get me some spring cabbage and potatoes, and a pint of dry champagne--the decentest you have. And be quick." "And what for you, sir?" said the waiter, turning to Marmaduke. "Never mind him," interrupted Susanna. "Go and attend to me." |
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