Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 146, January 7, 1914 by Various
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_Mérital (astounded_). Wonderful! How ever did you know?
_Renée_. --and you meant to repay the money. _Mérital_. More and more marvellous. Yes, Renée, that was how it was. But it hardly does justice to the affair. It is too short. I want to tell you the story of my _whole_ life and then you will understand. Watch my face carefully and observe how it works; notice the constant movement of my hands; listen to the inflections of my voice. This is going to be the longest speech ever made by an actor-manager, and you mustn't miss a moment of it. H'r'm! Now then. (_Nobly_) I was born fifty-three years ago. My father.... _Renée (half-an-hour later_). I still love you. _Mérital (with some truth_). What a love yours is! _Enter_ Daniel, Julien _and_ Georgette Mérital. _Daniel_. Father, we have a confession to make. For some time we doubted your innocence. Your face--well, you'd have doubted it yourself if you'd seen it. _Mérital (taking his hand affectionately_). Ah! Daniel, I see I must tell you the story of my life. (_Excitement among the audience_.) And you too, Julien. (_Panic_.) Yes, and--little Georgette! SAFETY CURTAIN. |
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